Ello once again all! I hope you liked last chapter! I'm sorry I left it on a cliffy; I wasn't going to. It was midnight and I thought you guys deserved what I had done so I gave you that chapter. Sorry it took so long to get up! I was going to post it in the middle of the week then school caught up with me. Then my parents decided to have a party Sunday so I was literally scrubbing the ceiling on Friday and Saturday. Gomen!
DistrubingEmily- He remembers it because he remembers his mum's voice because the lullaby is one he used to sing to her. That and because Draco told him the story of how Voldemort killed his mum.
-Books.- Yes, I agree with you there; it is a little out of place. They don't add to the story but they don't take away either. I just wanted something for charms class and it was there; most of the time the first day of school the teacher has everyone get to know each other so it sounded like an okay idea.
JonathLee- Song fics aren't allowed on Fanfiction? I never knew that. I have so many favorite so… Sorry if I did anything wrong. I wanted to add another chapter with songs in the future… but thanks!
Heartshaped-sunglasses- Who sings it in the story: His Mum. In real life: It's from The Prince of Egypt.
Njferrell- Are you a ninja or something?
Yes, all, it's going to go thru all the years. Well... mostly.
Insert spoiler here-His parents find out 4th year and because of that something happens. =P It's all I'm giving you.
This chapter is going to confuzzle you and that's what I'm going for. You will see.
I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!
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Consciousness was a fickle of a thing; Harry wanted it but he couldn't reach it. He came close a few times, he heard voices but that was it. He was on the wrong side of that thin line between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Though, he did have the thrill of felling something only very few have ever have been able to experience; he even did it more than once. He felt the thrill of being right in the middle of consciousness and unconsciousness; the thrill of not knowing if he was awake or not.
That little sliver line that most people hopped right over when they woke. He, in that moment, would have gladly given up the experience in exchange for being fully awake. So, though, so very soon he did wake up.
His eyes blinked open slowly and clenched shut when bright light hit his dilated pupils. He groaned aloud for a moment and the sheets rustled he lay on rustled a bit as he attempted to move his arm.
'Wait… sheets?' Harry looked around and finally woke up enough to push himself up onto his arms in a sitting position.
He was in a bed with a white blanket and a green curtain surrounding the bed prevented him from seeing anything else. He was still in his Hogwarts robes but he had no idea where he was; was he in St. Mungo's? He'd never been there and Draco said that it was the wizarding hospital in England.
He could be; the last thing he remembered was a bright green light then fainting in Charms class.
'Great, I'm already The-Boy-Who-Lived and now they have another thing to talk about me.' Already Harry was not liking the attention he was receiving; and it was only one class after breakfast! When he and Ron went down to eat this morning every conversation in the room stopped once he stepped in the hall.
Harry waited a while, staring at the green curtain, the mustard enough energy and swung his legs over the side of the bed. When his feet touched the ground they jerked away quickly; the tiles were freezing!
His pushed himself off the bed and pulled the curtain out of his line of vision.
The room he was in was as grand and spectacular like the others in Hogwarts but it was as simple, as well. There was an arc way that had to be at least fifteen meters tall that had pillars in an intricate design on them.
Two large oak doors accompanied the arch way but no intricate carvings or anything extra extraordinary were on the door; the sheer size of the doors spoke of themselves. Two black chandlers hung from the high ceiling and multiple wall size windows were on the walls; letting in the light from outside.
Not two seconds after Harry stood up a woman with curly hair, a red dress and white apron walked in.
"Oh, dear, you're up!" She scurried over to where Harry stood and Harry figured she was the school nurse. "Please, lye back down. I will check to see if you are alright and then you may go back to your classes." She made a worry gesture over Harry's chest and Harry lay back down.
"You gave your class quite a scare there, Mr. Potter." She said quite pleasantly, she reminded Harry of what a normal grandmother might have sounded like. She walked about the bed and checked out his physical appearance. "I deducted that it was a magic overload though I have no idea how; Professor Flitwick didn't even put more than what a common cleaning spell should take." Harry suspected that she was mumbling more to her then him at this point.
After a few minutes of poking and prodding at his body she sighed and stood up.
"You're body's fine, Mr. Potter. Other than being a bit pale your outward appearance looks to be normal." She grabbed her wand from the single pocket in the apron as she spoke. "Though I do want to make sure you're magic is intact and working properly." She waved the plain looking wand and mumbled a few words.
Harry felt the hit of magic inside of him and closed his eyes; this made him oh so tired. He didn't lie down but he sat there as the magic poked around inside of him; he stared into blackness.
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Draco sat there, eyes wide as saucers, as Harry fell off the chair. He was lucky no one was looking at him because if they were they would have seen his wide eyes and suspected something. But like Draco's all eyes were on Harry.
'Baby?' He knew, somehow, that Harry was still conscious but he didn't answer. Gravity kept pulling Harry down to the floor of their charms class.
'BABY?' Draco screamed inside of his head when Harry's body hit the floor; it was in that moment Draco knew that Harry was no longer conscious. Draco clenched his chair so hard that his knuckles turned white and he bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.
People, Professor Flitwick, Ron and the muggle girl Hermione along with a few others, ran toward the unconscious boy that laid on the floor. He wanted to run to Harry and push them all away but if that didn't scream friends he didn't know what did.
"Mr. Potter."
"Harry?"
"OI! Harry!" Draco heard people yelling to his Baby, He almost got up and hexed someone when he heard the noise of someone smacking Harry. He gripped his wand in one of his hands and kept the other one clenched to the chair; he settled for glaring at the boy.
He knew his friend was unconscious but it didn't stop him from calling to him mentally every three seconds.
'Baby?'
'Harry?'
'Baby, answer me!' This was the routine Draco did and didn't let up.
"Well, class," Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and got his students attention; well all except Draco's, he merely looked like he was paying attention.
"I must take Mr. Potter to the hospital wing; class is dismissed." After he spoke those words he turned and levitated Harry off the ground.
"I'll come with you professor." The smallest Weasley said as he rushed to get his and Harry's things from the table.
"Thank you Mr. Weasley." The class sat and watched as their Professor, the-boy-who-lived, and the Weasley walked out of the door; Harry was floating of course. When the door shut the chattering started.
"Was that you-know-who?"
"Was that his mum singing that?"
"Do you think that light was… you know?"
People all around the room chattered on about the voices they heard. If Draco didn't already know about the song and its origins he was sure he'd be talking about it as well.
But since he did already know all he felt was anger toward those who spoke about it; his blood was boiling. He distantly heard someone calling his name and he saw people leave the classroom but it didn't register in his brain what was happening.
"Draco!" A shove to his body was what set his brain back to the reality stage. He turned his head to the side, where he was sure the person who shoved him sat and was going to yell at the person into next Sunday. He stopped from opening his mouth to yell when he saw the worried look that Blaise was giving him.
"Hey are you alright, mate?" Draco scoffed aloud at Blaise's question and stood from where he was sat. Internally, though, he was grateful his friend was worried about him. He was never sure who his real friends were but he know knew that Blaise was one of them; right next to the only other person on the list, Harry.
He looked down to where Blaise still sat looking up to him with worry. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced to where the timid Gryffindor sat; he was gathering what little things he brought with him and putting them in his knapsack.
It wasn't a total shock to Draco that his ruff tuff friend named Blaise was friends with the shy boy sitting next to him. Not that he could judge even if it was; he was friends with the Boy-who-lived for Merlin sake. Though he did think the pure blooded Gryffindor was a good match for his mate; the were total opposites.
"I'm fine Blaise; let's go." He turned and walked out of the isle of where he sat. The Longbottom was looking at him with an apologetic expression but all Draco did was scoff at him and walk in the opposite direction. It wasn't like anyone around them saw the look Neville gave him anyway; well Blaise might have.
His posse followed him and the nudge Blaise gave Neville's leg with him when he passed didn't go unnoticed by him. As he walked from the room he had a small army of Slytherins following him. Blaise, Pansy, Crabb, Goyle and a few more from his year were following.
"So, Draco, what do you think we should do until potion's class?" The only girl in the group, that he acknowledged, latched onto his arm like a leech. Draco's face scrunched up in disgust and peeled his arm out of the girl's grasp.
"WE will be doing nothing; I will be going back to the common room. Though, I have no idea what you will be doing." Draco gave his best 'I'm better then you' tone as he said this and promptly ignored the girl crying crocodile tears next to him.
'Harry?' His pattern of trying to reach his best mate didn't let up since he created the mantra. He kept trying to reach him even though he felt the connection break a few minutes ago he didn't let up.
He walked down the steps leading to the dungeons and his small army followed him. A few here and there saw their friends or siblings and left the group but most stayed behind Draco as he walked to the Slytherin common room. A few more were even added; quite a few not from his year as well.
His brain, as he called out for his baby, picked of the conversation that his fellow Slytherins were talking about. It just so happens that the person he was mentally calling out to was the topic of interest.
"I can't believe he fainted." A Slytherin boy scoffed next to another that was walking next to him. Said boy nodded his head vigorously to agree with the boy. Draco felt like punching the two idiots; would they have fainted if they heard their mother being killed and the Dark Lord?
"Do you really think that was the Dark Lord?" A girl that Draco didn't know whispered to Pansy and Pansy just looked back to the girl with a look that said 'duh'.
"I don't know, what do you think Draco?" Her sugary, sticky sweet fake voice filled his ears and Draco resisted the urge to shiver; he desperately wanted to take a shower just then. Instead he just scoffed at the pure blood.
"Of course it was Pansy." He now officially felt horrible and along with the mental cry for his friend an apology was tagged on. He was going to make fun of his best mate and not in the funny kind of way.
"I can't believe he fainted at the mere sound of the Dark Lords voice, though. It's a wonder he even survived; he the boy-who-wouldn't-die!" Draco force out a dark laugh and felt even more horrible; he was extremely mean in that sentence. He knew that Malfoy's were extremely mean people and he was just playing his part but that didn't make him feel any less guilty. The group laughed and he felt some tenseness in the air.
'Good. Some can think for themselves.' Draco was relieved to feel this air surrounding him, which meant that they didn't believe in everything their parents force fed them. Some even thought that Harry was a good guy; it would make it easier to convert them to the other side.
They walked down the maze of halls to the Slytherin common room and Draco purposely went the long way to see if they would follow him; every single person walked behind him like ducklings in a line.
By the time Draco got to the common room he had tripled the army behind him. He started with around fifteen and in the end he had about forty and they were ranging from years one to seven.
"Bellum ut fides." Draco spoke to the portrait before it asked and it swung open for the Malfoy and the fifty behind him. Draco walked into the cold dungeon and flopped down on the chair in front of the fireplace; he never liked the cold much.
Most of those following him walked to the couches and chairs circling the common room but others walked back to their dormitories or just walked right back out of the portrait to get to their classes. They had double charms today so potions didn't start for at least another hour.
He mused over their password and decided he didn't like it much; everything was pointing to the return of the Dark Lord and even though he knew he was coming back he didn't want to be reminded at every turn; War to Faith really sounded like the thing that the Dark Lord would set as their password.
"Um, Draco?" Said Malfoy looked over to see his mate sitting next to him.
"Yes Blaise?"
"What are we doing?" Draco gave him a look that said 'well aren't you stupid.'
"I am doing something my father told me to do on my free time; though I have no idea what you are doing." He gave Blaise a better answer than he gave Pansy but not by much. He thought it was hilarious that so many followed him; just because his father was in the Dark Lord's good grace and that he was rich.
He did believe that if he told all of them to go jump off a bridge or go to war with giants they'd do it. He watched amused as every eye in the room filled with confusion but no one dared to question him further; if they asked they would be questioning Lucius Malfoy. That would not have been a smart or even a sane thing to do.
He was still looking at his friend and gave him an odd look when he saw the boy shiver; where they sat the fire was warming them up. But didn't think anymore of it when he looked back to the fire and saw it move; he passed it off as a breeze.
Sosat back and enjoyed the warmth of the fire on his skin and kept calling for Harry. As he did this he was practicing his Occlumency; like his grandmother told him to. All in all Draco didn't know if he was going to tolerate Hogwarts or hate it all together.
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His eyes grew so wide it looked as if tennis balls replaced them, he was watching as his new found friend was falling from where he sat. He was about to push himself up from his chair and run to where the fallen boy lay but he stopped himself; Ron was already running toward him.
'Are you okay?' He would have jumped higher than a kangaroo if he wasn't already used to the voice in his head.
'I'm fine.' He watched as the red head fussed over the unconscious boy with the lightning shaped scar along with Professor Flitwick.
'Yea and I like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.' The sarcastic tone filled his head.
'Hey! TMNT is awesome and you know it!' He quickly jumped to the muggle show's defense.
'Neville, I am not going to sit here and talk about your weird muggle shows. Are you OKAY?' the last word was stressed and Neville mentally sighed.
'Yes, Blaise, I'm fine. I just hope he's going to be okay.' Neville felt bad for keeping this little tidbit about mentally being able to speak with Blaise from Harry but he didn't want to tell him too much. His parents were in the hospital because some blabber mouth told Voldemort where they were.
'He will Nev, he's probably just in shock. Hell, I'd be and I've grown up being told that the Dark Lord is god.' Blaise tried to cheer his mental buddy up but it just didn't work; it actually made it worse. 'Aww, I'm sorry Nev I didn't mean to…'
'It's okay Lais; I guess I just didn't want to remember about that fact for a while.' Neville's shoulders sagged a bit and he slouched his posture. He half heard that class was dismissed but he heard it more through Blaise's ears then his own.
'I really am sorry. I told you I wouldn't bring this up the first day of school.' Blaise sounded so sincere and guilty and Neville felt bad for making him sound that way.
'It's okay Lais, it can't be helped. We're going to have to face it sooner or later.'
'I think I'd chose later rather than sooner.' Neville almost laughed but held it in by biting his lip; pride and humor were pouring out from his glands after Neville had to keep himself from laughing.
'Thanks, Lais, you always know what to say.' Neville quickly glanced over to were Blaise sat and said boy quickly grinned and looked to the blond boy that sat on the other side of him.
'Do you think he's okay?' It was Neville's turn to scoff at the Slytherin.
'Well isn't it your day to be stupid.' A growl reached Neville's ears but he didn't know if it was aloud or mentally; he was used to the other invading his mind by know.
'Shut it you!'
'Well, if you were the one fainting up there I do think I would be screaming inside. Even though they can't talk like us I know that he wants to scream and run after him.' Neville's emotions spiked in the compassion and uneasiness were the highest.
'That would never happen to me Neville; I promise.' The sternness of which his mental roommate spoke this had Neville gasping for air and not questioning Blaise on what he meant or why he said it.
Their mental conversation quickly stopped as Neville felt Blaise thinking of something to say to his best mate.
"Draco?" Neville pretended to start packing up his things even though brought next to nothing. He searched as if he had lost something. His worry emotion spiked but he knew it was Blaise's and not his because Draco wasn't answering.
Blaise called the Malfoy heir's name once more but this time it was accompanied by a shove. Neville glanced up and saw said boy's head turn stiffly turn toward Blaise. From the look in his eyes he was sure that he would scream at Blaise but the yell never came.
"Hey are you alright, mate?" He knew that was Blaise speaking aloud but the only way he knew was because he knew he was talking to Draco. But if he didn't not know that fact he would have thought it was a mental question directed toward him; it was hard for him to tell which was mentally and which was aloud anymore.
He put his so called missing book in his bag and put the one on in front of him in the knapsack as well. He felt a pair of eyes on him but didn't look up; he knew it wasn't Blaise's. He guessed it was Harry's friend looking him. He was probably thinking and scoffing at him for being a lone Griffin in a group of snakes.
"I'm fine Blaise; let's go." He looked up from putting his book back into his back and gave the Malfoy an apologetic expression. He was hoping that he would take it as a look that he apologizing for being the only Gryffindor in his area. Luckily, it looked as if he took it that way because he scoffed at the look he gave him and walked the other way.
'I'll see you soon, Nev.' He smiled to his friend and said friend gave him a sincere smile back as he nudged his leg in affection as he passed.
'Yea, see you Lais.' He watched as Blaise walked out the door with the group of Slytherins and sighed to himself. He looked about the room and wanted to sigh again; he was the only one still in it. He put his book into his knapsack and walked out of the room quickly.
Today was double charms and because of that Neville had a period to do absolutely nothing; which was the one thing he didn't want to have happen. He didn't want to get lost in his thoughts because then he would become depressed and want to go back to Blaise's house; which he knew was no longer an option.
'I wonder if the greenhouse is free?' He mentally mused to himself and didn't really expect an answer but he got on anyway.
'Yea, there free; the third years only had one period of Herbology today.' He smiled to himself at the answer as he walked up a flight of stairs.
'Thanks, Lais.' He walked up the few staircases to the ground floor of the school and turned left.
'It's right, Nev.' The amused tone filled his head once more and Neville then rolled his eyes. 'What? You know you're bad with directions; I was just helping you out.' The pure blood knew that the boy five stories down was teasing him but turned in the opposite direction none the less.
Hopping on one like for a while Neville played a mental game of hop scotch for a bit before he reached a courtyard and a path leading to the giant green house. His eyes lit up and he gave up his gave of hop scotch to run toward the building made of glass.
'Excited Nev?'
'Oh, shut it you.' Laughter boom inside his ears and he knew it was a mixture of his aloud and Blaise's mentally.
Neville kept running toward the glass structure but couldn't help it; there was just something about working with his hands that he liked. When he reached said structure, though, he visibly deflated. There were still students inside of the building.
'It looks like they stayed late.' Neville responded to the spike of concern inside of him.
'Ah. I'm Sorry Nev.' Neville walked toward a tree that was a few yards away from the green house and laid under its shade.
'It's not your fault; they could be staying late for all we know.' The wind blew around him and the grass tickled his skin and the breeze blew up his shirt and all around him. He shivered at the cool breeze but felt warmed up a moment later by an invisible source warmth in front of him.
'Are you sitting in front of a fire?'
'Yea.' Neville smiled to the birds chirping in the trees.
'Thank you.' He felt the confusion rolling off his friend in waves but ignored it and closed his eyes.
'What do you think the sorting hat meant when he said that we'd save the word from end?' Neville's thoughts were transferred to its mates.
'I don't know; I mean I know are wands are connected and everything but we're two parts of the same whole?' Neville felt the emotions swelling inside of him and confusion was the emotion that was about to burst.
'I think we'll figure it out soon. It did say that in time we will learn.' Blaise sighed and Neville giggled aloud.
'What?'
'You're so impatient!' Neville felt relieved when he laughed aloud; it was like stress and worry was evaporating from his body along with the laugh.
'Well you already knew that.' The prim and proper sounded like a small child that was whining to his parents; Neville just goggled harder.
'Blaise,'
'Yea?'
'Thanks, for being here with me.' The timid Gryffindor didn't know how to put together the thought process he was thinking so he just picked the first thing his mind grabbed.
'No problem, but you do know I'm not here by choice; we're kind of stuck together.' Amusement was in the voice ringing in the petit boy's ears.
'No, I mean thanks, for everything. You didn't have to take me back to your manor a second time and you didn't have to stay my friend but you did. And I know we're stuck together but you still put up with me and I stil…' Neville's thoughts went in a hundred different directions all at once.
'NEVILLE!' The voice he knew oh so well stopped his mental rant dead in its tracks. 'I get it. We have the same thoughts, remember?' The teasing tone was back. The boy just smiled and closed his eyes once again and let his thoughts wander in whichever way they chose.
They snapped open not a moment later when he heard the chatter of other people and he looked over to see the third years leaving the green house. His smile widened and he shot up, grabbing his bag in the process, and ran toward the glass house.
All but a few students were gone and those few that were still there were headed out the door when Neville reached it. He waited until they were out then shot inside the door. The third years gave him an odd look but he ignored them.
He looked around the room and his mind went shock; he was in awe of the plants around him. Blaise had most of these plants but even in Diagon ally he hadn't see all of these types of plants.
'You in heaven Nev; It sure seems like it.' He mentally stuck put his tongue at his best mate and promptly ignored him afterword, knowing that he'd get teased about this later. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice other than Blaise's.
"Hello dear, did you forget something?" The plump woman stood with a weedier in her gloved hand. "I don't remember you, are you in my third year class?" Neville 'meeped' when she spoke to him and he heard laughter in the background.
"N-no ma'am; my name is Neville Longbottom. I-I'm a first year." She looked at him up and down with a critical eye then broke out into a smile.
"Well Mr. Longbottom, what can I do for you?" Neville knew in that moment that this was going to be his favorite teacher ever.
"Nothing ma'am, I just wanted to look around in here."
"Well do you see anything interesting?" She set down her shovel and took off her gloves and Neville look at a purple and orange plant that rest a few feet away from him. He then turned and beamed at the woman.
"Oh yes, I can already tell this is going to be my favorite class." The woman beamed right back and they broke out into a long conversation about all the plants surrounding the both of them.
Blaise bit his lip in attempt not to laugh aloud. He was so going to tease Neville later about his inner six year old girl squealing when he stepped into the greenhouse. He felt very proud of his mate a moment later when he kept up an intelligent conversation with their Herbology Professor; he could have never done that.
His mind wondered now that he had no one to talk to. Draco was just as silent as when they sat down and all those around him were just in silent. Either in fear of breaking his concentration and fearing the wrath of both Lucius and Draco or they were just staring at the Malfoy. Neither really appealed to Blaise since he was already friends with him and he didn't mind if he did nothing.
His thoughts wondered to when he met his mind buddy.
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I bring you this as a peace offering! I really am typing more as you read! It was a longer chapter but I decided to shorten it because I don't know if I'll be able to post the other chapter today and I wanted to give you something!
I hoped you liked it and hopeful I have part two up by tonight. I really wanted to post Saturday but my school work caught up with me and being Pres. Of my anime club, being in Beta, Debate, construction, one heart, and ACT prep it's difficult to keep up. Then I have my AP classes to do. AH!
Then my parents decided to throw a party yesterday and I was literally cleaning the ceiling and scrubbing the walls; I even had to paint!
Anyway; tell me if you likey. I will try to have the second part up tonight! I didn't maaen to split it two parts but I wanted you guys to have at least something. ;3