Twisted!
Chapter 2
As Harry and Draco entered the Great Hall and took their seats at the Slytherin table, two very unlikely people came over to meet them. Who would have thought
that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger would come to see the two most obnoxious Slyterins there were?
"Well, well, well... What do we have here? The Mudblood and the Weasel. To what do we owe this dispicable disgrace of your presence?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Ugh.. Ron, I told you this was a bad idea," said Hermione.
"Yeah, well just because they're oblivious to everyone that's humane in here doesn't mean we have to be rude," he whispered at her. "We just came over to wish
you luck."
"Luck in what, may I ask?" questioned Draco.
"Oh, right..You don't know... Well, there's going to be an exhibition match tomorrow to start off the year. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. I came over to wish you luck."
"Why? Planning on rigging it? Even if you do, you won't win. I'm sure of that. We're the best team this school has ever seen," replied Harry. "Off with you, I need
not throw up and be sick before the match."
"Fine!" Ron exclaimed as he stormed off with Hermione at his heel.
"Whatever gave them the idea that being civil to us meant we would be civil back?" Draco asked Harry.
"I don't know, Love."
The feast dragged on with no more interruptions, and they had a peaceful meal before returning to the common room and having a nice 'rest'. The match went
normally. No sabotage attempts, and Slytherin crushed Gryffindor an amazing 560 to 10. Harry's year started off wonderful and pleasant. Every class was incredibly easy
and he got to spend all the time with Draco that he wanted. Everything was normal for a while until one day, Harry was called in to see Dumbledore. He had done this often,
because of who he was, and he suspected that it had something to do with the Prophecy, so he didn't question Snape when he was told. On Halloween morning, he rose
early to see the Headmaster and was just leaving when...
"Where are you going, Harry?"
"Don't you remember? I told you I have to go see Dumbledore. Don't ask me why because I don't know. But I'll be back soon," he replied, giving Draco a goodbye
kiss. He then made the journey out of the frigid dungeons to the stone gargoyle he knew hid the office he was supposed to enter. Upon arriving he started saying the name
of every sweet his mind could possibly muster until the gargoyle lept aside when he said 'Cotton Candy'. A muggle sweet.
Harry reached the top of the stairs and rapped upon the door three times. "Come in! Come in, Harry! I've been expecting you. We have some very important matters
to discuss. But first, would you like some tea?" Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling and motioning to a seat as Harry entered.
"No, thank you. I'm fine. Can we just get this over with?"
"Of course. You don't mind if I have any tea do you?"
"No," answered Harry as he added, "you poncy git," under his breath. Dumbledore smiled, and shot a meaningful glance at Harry who then blushed beet red at
being heard. "Sorry," he said.
"Ah, now, down to business. I'm sure you know something of why I called you down here to speak with me, Harry."
"I think it has something to do with the Prophecy. Am I right?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Very much so. You see, Harry, Voldemort is, as of right now, on his merry way to Hogsmeade. My sources in his ranks tell me that he plans
to lure all of the upper students out on a Hogsmeade Weekend and then put them under siege. He has some dirty tricks up his sleeve. He has now acquired a new weapon.
Would you like to know what that weapon is, Harry?"
"I guess so. I mean, if it's up to me to kill the power-hungry bastard, I guess I have to know, right?" Besides, I want to kill him anyway. How else can I be the most
powerful wizard? I can't, that's why. To be on top, you must destroy your opponents. thought Harry.
"Yes, you're right. Harry, Voldemort has gotten a new skill since you last faced him. He is now a necromancer. A raiser of the dead. And according to my source,
he has brought your parents back. I'm sorry."
At this news, Harry was devastated. He knew all about necromancers. You cannot kill the ones they bring back, and once you kill the necromancer himself, all of
his Dead return to Death. Harry had longed his entire life for a family. To be loved and have his parents back once and for all. Now that he thought he had that possibility,
he realized it was out of the question. If he was the only one who could kill Voldemrt, and he wanted to, very badly, then how could he let that disgrace of a human being
live just so he could have his parents back? That would be no consolation for all of the long years without them, for with a tiny flick of his wand, Voldemort could send them
back to Death of his own free will. Harry put his head in his hands and continued to think everything over. What was the point of keeping them around anyway? He was
about to be free of school and all rules. To be a full-grown wizard. What did he need parents for? He had Draco. Yes, that was it. He'd have to kill Voldemort anyway and
try extremely hard not to let his dead parents influence him in any way.
"Are you all right?" Hearing Dumbledore's voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts.
"Yes, Professor. May I go now, I need to do some research in the library regarding how to kill necromancers. Oh, by the way, how long do you think we have until
he'll reach Hogsmeade?"
"About two months. He has to go very slowly and on secret paths only he and his followers know. It wouldn't be very smart for the most wanted man in the world
to jump on the Hogwarts Express and come here, now would it?"
"No. Good day, Professor," said Harry as he stood and exited the room, making a beeline for the library and skipping breakfast. There was no time for eating now.
He had to do some research. This was beyond his existing knowledge.
Chapter 2
As Harry and Draco entered the Great Hall and took their seats at the Slytherin table, two very unlikely people came over to meet them. Who would have thought
that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger would come to see the two most obnoxious Slyterins there were?
"Well, well, well... What do we have here? The Mudblood and the Weasel. To what do we owe this dispicable disgrace of your presence?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Ugh.. Ron, I told you this was a bad idea," said Hermione.
"Yeah, well just because they're oblivious to everyone that's humane in here doesn't mean we have to be rude," he whispered at her. "We just came over to wish
you luck."
"Luck in what, may I ask?" questioned Draco.
"Oh, right..You don't know... Well, there's going to be an exhibition match tomorrow to start off the year. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. I came over to wish you luck."
"Why? Planning on rigging it? Even if you do, you won't win. I'm sure of that. We're the best team this school has ever seen," replied Harry. "Off with you, I need
not throw up and be sick before the match."
"Fine!" Ron exclaimed as he stormed off with Hermione at his heel.
"Whatever gave them the idea that being civil to us meant we would be civil back?" Draco asked Harry.
"I don't know, Love."
The feast dragged on with no more interruptions, and they had a peaceful meal before returning to the common room and having a nice 'rest'. The match went
normally. No sabotage attempts, and Slytherin crushed Gryffindor an amazing 560 to 10. Harry's year started off wonderful and pleasant. Every class was incredibly easy
and he got to spend all the time with Draco that he wanted. Everything was normal for a while until one day, Harry was called in to see Dumbledore. He had done this often,
because of who he was, and he suspected that it had something to do with the Prophecy, so he didn't question Snape when he was told. On Halloween morning, he rose
early to see the Headmaster and was just leaving when...
"Where are you going, Harry?"
"Don't you remember? I told you I have to go see Dumbledore. Don't ask me why because I don't know. But I'll be back soon," he replied, giving Draco a goodbye
kiss. He then made the journey out of the frigid dungeons to the stone gargoyle he knew hid the office he was supposed to enter. Upon arriving he started saying the name
of every sweet his mind could possibly muster until the gargoyle lept aside when he said 'Cotton Candy'. A muggle sweet.
Harry reached the top of the stairs and rapped upon the door three times. "Come in! Come in, Harry! I've been expecting you. We have some very important matters
to discuss. But first, would you like some tea?" Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling and motioning to a seat as Harry entered.
"No, thank you. I'm fine. Can we just get this over with?"
"Of course. You don't mind if I have any tea do you?"
"No," answered Harry as he added, "you poncy git," under his breath. Dumbledore smiled, and shot a meaningful glance at Harry who then blushed beet red at
being heard. "Sorry," he said.
"Ah, now, down to business. I'm sure you know something of why I called you down here to speak with me, Harry."
"I think it has something to do with the Prophecy. Am I right?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Very much so. You see, Harry, Voldemort is, as of right now, on his merry way to Hogsmeade. My sources in his ranks tell me that he plans
to lure all of the upper students out on a Hogsmeade Weekend and then put them under siege. He has some dirty tricks up his sleeve. He has now acquired a new weapon.
Would you like to know what that weapon is, Harry?"
"I guess so. I mean, if it's up to me to kill the power-hungry bastard, I guess I have to know, right?" Besides, I want to kill him anyway. How else can I be the most
powerful wizard? I can't, that's why. To be on top, you must destroy your opponents. thought Harry.
"Yes, you're right. Harry, Voldemort has gotten a new skill since you last faced him. He is now a necromancer. A raiser of the dead. And according to my source,
he has brought your parents back. I'm sorry."
At this news, Harry was devastated. He knew all about necromancers. You cannot kill the ones they bring back, and once you kill the necromancer himself, all of
his Dead return to Death. Harry had longed his entire life for a family. To be loved and have his parents back once and for all. Now that he thought he had that possibility,
he realized it was out of the question. If he was the only one who could kill Voldemrt, and he wanted to, very badly, then how could he let that disgrace of a human being
live just so he could have his parents back? That would be no consolation for all of the long years without them, for with a tiny flick of his wand, Voldemort could send them
back to Death of his own free will. Harry put his head in his hands and continued to think everything over. What was the point of keeping them around anyway? He was
about to be free of school and all rules. To be a full-grown wizard. What did he need parents for? He had Draco. Yes, that was it. He'd have to kill Voldemort anyway and
try extremely hard not to let his dead parents influence him in any way.
"Are you all right?" Hearing Dumbledore's voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts.
"Yes, Professor. May I go now, I need to do some research in the library regarding how to kill necromancers. Oh, by the way, how long do you think we have until
he'll reach Hogsmeade?"
"About two months. He has to go very slowly and on secret paths only he and his followers know. It wouldn't be very smart for the most wanted man in the world
to jump on the Hogwarts Express and come here, now would it?"
"No. Good day, Professor," said Harry as he stood and exited the room, making a beeline for the library and skipping breakfast. There was no time for eating now.
He had to do some research. This was beyond his existing knowledge.