Disclaimer: aw. gee. you know, I suck at Disclaimers. Anyway. all I own is
a Newt Scamander and a Kennelwhorthy Whisp book. I wish, though, that I had
Draco tied up in my basement.. :D
A/N: Lot's of other languages and maybe surprises here. THANKS TO MY BETA!
A/N2: Remember, peoples thoughts are: /Hermione/ //Harry// (Ginny) * Ron * [Draco] _Snape_ +Dumbledore+ ^Lilian^ {Arabella} &Sirius& \Tearna\ |Pierre| ||Xena|| Also \\Tom Riddle\\
In the last chapter:
I"I believe we have found Earth," Albus said. "I also believe I forgot to mention before about the change in personality and clothing?"
Draco and Harry shook their heads. They were used to Albus.
"Pierre? I do believe that it is your turn?" Albus said, smiling at the boy. Taking a deep breath, Pierre stepped into the centre of the room. He recited the incantation, and a blue-green light surrounded him. A ghostly shadow of a merman appeared. When the light cleared, Pierre had blonde hair that looked blue if the light hit it at a certain angle, bright blue eyes and was wearing blue camouflage pants, blue tank top and sneakers. His eyebrow was pierced with a blue sleeper.
"Lilian?" Albus said. Lilian stood forward as Pierre stood back.
"Professor Dumbledore, me and Tearna have already performed the spell," she said. Albus nodded.
"Draco?" Draco stood forward. Holding out his wand, he recited the incantation./I
Now, On with the story!!
A Love Forbidden
Chapter 4
A blinding white light surrounded Draco. Harry shielded his eyes from the bright glare, and when he looked back he just caught a glimpse of a Phoenix disappearing. Draco's eyes and hair were pretty much normal, but he wore baggy, white denim jeans and a tight white tank top. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, and his ear and eyebrow were pierced. On his feet, instead of sneakers, Draco wore a pair of white inline rollerblades.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, curiously watching Harry. Harry's mouth was opening and closing soundlessly, as if he was a goldfish. He was staring at Draco.
"Harry!" Sirius tried. When Harry couldn't be snapped out of his reverie, Draco stepped up in front of Harry.
[Bloody hell Potter,] Draco thought to Harry. [Snap out of it!]
\He isn't going to.\ Tearna thought to them.
[He'd better.]
//Wha?// Harry's disjointed thoughts joined the silent conversation. Draco nodded to Dumbledore.
"Mr. Potter, I suggest you get a move on," Severus said, looking at Harry oddly. Harry nodded and stepped forward.
"Receive mi elemento," Harry muttered, holding his wand. The room became dark, but everyone could see. It was strange. A creature jumped out of Harry's chest. It was.
"A Basilisk!" Hermione shrieked. The creature and the dark light disappeared. Harry stood there, his tousled black hair now hanging just below his shoulders. He blinked, and his eyes turned black with a silver ring circling round the outside. Blinking again, his eyes reverted to their normal green. His clothes, which before were pretty much normal, now consisted of a black silk shirt with Eminem scrawled on it in large white letters, and a pair of baggy black denims. His footwear was very much like Draco's, and his eyebrow and ear were pierced with tiny black studs.
"We have Dark," Albus said, looking disappointed. "Hermione and Blaise, would you like to perform the spell as well?"
"No fucking way, Hermione is not going to fucking end up like me," Harry said. Everyone looked at him in shock. "Take a fucking picture, it lasts longer."
"Oookay," Draco said. "Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"None of your fucking business, Malfoy," Harry burst out. He clapped a hand over his mouth.
//Sorry Draco. I. I. I can't help it.//
^Try and fight it Harry. Trust me, its hard to fight.^
//You've been through this Lilian?//
^Of course, sweetie.^
\We both had to fight it when we first did the spell. Look at Pierre.\ Tearna thought.
Harry glanced over to where Pierre stood, holding his hand over his own mouth.
// Shit.//
"Mr. Potter?" Severus said. "If you are quite finished?"
"Sorry sirs. It's. umm. never mind," Harry replied.
"Quite alright, Harry, quite alright," Albus said, his blue eyes twinkling. "You're father reacted in much the same way."
"Dad was a prophesied one?"
"Not the man that you think of as Dad. I mean your biological father."
"What? You mean. James wasn't my father? Well who the fuck is my father?" Harry didn't even try to stop the profanity.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, and looked surprisingly agitated. "Tom Marvolo Riddle"
Harry fainted.
When Harry awoke, he was unsure of his surroundings. His vision was blurry. He reached out, thinking that he was missing his glasses. When he found that they were still on, he was surprised. When he took them off to clean them, he could see perfectly. He obviously didn't need the glasses anymore. Then he felt the presence of someone else with him.
"Who's there?" he called. The person was very close.
"I think you know," whispered a voice in Parseltongue.
"Voldemort," Harry replied, glaring defiantly into the red eyes of his nemesis. Harry wasn't about to believe that this murderer was his Father.
"Please, Harry, call me Tom," Voldemort - Tom said. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Fine then, Tom," Harry said, spitting the name as though it was a curse. Tom sighed.
"I trust Albus has already told you?" Tom said, dejectedly. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"How could you? How could you dump me with the Potters? How could you try and kill me all these years?" Harry ranted, all the feelings he'd been keeping in since he was 11 came pouring out. "How could you take away the only family I'd ever had? How could you leave me?" Tears began to pour down his cheeks.
"Shh, Harry, calm down. Will you give me a chance?" Tom muttered, reaching out to Harry. Harry recoiled.
"Don't touch me," he hissed. Tom sighed again. This was going to take a while. Just then, Harry's head jerked up.
"Draco."
"The Malfoy kid?" Tom said curious.
"I'm not talking to you, Riddle. Draco's in pain."
Tom sighed. "I thought I told McNair to leave him alone," he said, massaging his temples.
"McNair? The Ministry executioner? What's he got to do with this?" Harry asked, glaring at the man through his tears. For some reason, he was in pain as well.
"The fact that McNair is the actual Voldemort?" Tom said.
"McNair? I thought you were Voldemort."
"No. McNair took my nickname from school and made himself into an evil person. I would never kill Muggles. That would be too much like Hitler," Tom said.
//How does he know about Hitler. he hates Muggles// Harry thought to himself.
"I know about Hitler, Harry, because he was my grandfather," Tom said. Harry glanced up at him.
"You read my thoughts?"
"Dark wizards can read each others thoughts."
"I'm not a Dark wizard."
"I mean, the Dark element wizards Harry," Tom said.
"Fine, whatever." Just then, he cried out and doubled over.
"Harry!"
"Don't. touch. me." Harry ground out from behind gritted teeth. Images were flashing through his head.
*Flash One *
Draco was doubled over in a dark and dingy room. A shadowy figure stood over him. Harry was standing to the side, apparently invisible.
"Where is the Potter boy?!" screamed the figure above Draco. There was the sound of a whip cracking, and a line of blood welled up on Draco back. He cried out in pain.
"Where is he!?" The whip cracked again.
"I don't know!!!" Draco screamed, biting his lip. He raised his eyes.
[Hurry, Harry. hurry.]
*End Flash One *
"Harry!" Tom called, sensing that Harry was coming out of his vision.
"Dad?" Harry said, unable to process what he was saying.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up at Tom. "Do you know where McNair is?" Harry asked him, gasping for breath.
"Yes. he's at the Malfoy's old place. Why?"
"Because he is tourturing Draco."
"Shit."
A/N: I have serious writers block, so I am leaving it here for now.
Thanks to Bittersweet Symphony, my beta. YOU ARE THE BEST!
A/N: Lot's of other languages and maybe surprises here. THANKS TO MY BETA!
A/N2: Remember, peoples thoughts are: /Hermione/ //Harry// (Ginny) * Ron * [Draco] _Snape_ +Dumbledore+ ^Lilian^ {Arabella} &Sirius& \Tearna\ |Pierre| ||Xena|| Also \\Tom Riddle\\
In the last chapter:
I"I believe we have found Earth," Albus said. "I also believe I forgot to mention before about the change in personality and clothing?"
Draco and Harry shook their heads. They were used to Albus.
"Pierre? I do believe that it is your turn?" Albus said, smiling at the boy. Taking a deep breath, Pierre stepped into the centre of the room. He recited the incantation, and a blue-green light surrounded him. A ghostly shadow of a merman appeared. When the light cleared, Pierre had blonde hair that looked blue if the light hit it at a certain angle, bright blue eyes and was wearing blue camouflage pants, blue tank top and sneakers. His eyebrow was pierced with a blue sleeper.
"Lilian?" Albus said. Lilian stood forward as Pierre stood back.
"Professor Dumbledore, me and Tearna have already performed the spell," she said. Albus nodded.
"Draco?" Draco stood forward. Holding out his wand, he recited the incantation./I
Now, On with the story!!
A Love Forbidden
Chapter 4
A blinding white light surrounded Draco. Harry shielded his eyes from the bright glare, and when he looked back he just caught a glimpse of a Phoenix disappearing. Draco's eyes and hair were pretty much normal, but he wore baggy, white denim jeans and a tight white tank top. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, and his ear and eyebrow were pierced. On his feet, instead of sneakers, Draco wore a pair of white inline rollerblades.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, curiously watching Harry. Harry's mouth was opening and closing soundlessly, as if he was a goldfish. He was staring at Draco.
"Harry!" Sirius tried. When Harry couldn't be snapped out of his reverie, Draco stepped up in front of Harry.
[Bloody hell Potter,] Draco thought to Harry. [Snap out of it!]
\He isn't going to.\ Tearna thought to them.
[He'd better.]
//Wha?// Harry's disjointed thoughts joined the silent conversation. Draco nodded to Dumbledore.
"Mr. Potter, I suggest you get a move on," Severus said, looking at Harry oddly. Harry nodded and stepped forward.
"Receive mi elemento," Harry muttered, holding his wand. The room became dark, but everyone could see. It was strange. A creature jumped out of Harry's chest. It was.
"A Basilisk!" Hermione shrieked. The creature and the dark light disappeared. Harry stood there, his tousled black hair now hanging just below his shoulders. He blinked, and his eyes turned black with a silver ring circling round the outside. Blinking again, his eyes reverted to their normal green. His clothes, which before were pretty much normal, now consisted of a black silk shirt with Eminem scrawled on it in large white letters, and a pair of baggy black denims. His footwear was very much like Draco's, and his eyebrow and ear were pierced with tiny black studs.
"We have Dark," Albus said, looking disappointed. "Hermione and Blaise, would you like to perform the spell as well?"
"No fucking way, Hermione is not going to fucking end up like me," Harry said. Everyone looked at him in shock. "Take a fucking picture, it lasts longer."
"Oookay," Draco said. "Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"None of your fucking business, Malfoy," Harry burst out. He clapped a hand over his mouth.
//Sorry Draco. I. I. I can't help it.//
^Try and fight it Harry. Trust me, its hard to fight.^
//You've been through this Lilian?//
^Of course, sweetie.^
\We both had to fight it when we first did the spell. Look at Pierre.\ Tearna thought.
Harry glanced over to where Pierre stood, holding his hand over his own mouth.
// Shit.//
"Mr. Potter?" Severus said. "If you are quite finished?"
"Sorry sirs. It's. umm. never mind," Harry replied.
"Quite alright, Harry, quite alright," Albus said, his blue eyes twinkling. "You're father reacted in much the same way."
"Dad was a prophesied one?"
"Not the man that you think of as Dad. I mean your biological father."
"What? You mean. James wasn't my father? Well who the fuck is my father?" Harry didn't even try to stop the profanity.
Dumbledore took a deep breath, and looked surprisingly agitated. "Tom Marvolo Riddle"
Harry fainted.
When Harry awoke, he was unsure of his surroundings. His vision was blurry. He reached out, thinking that he was missing his glasses. When he found that they were still on, he was surprised. When he took them off to clean them, he could see perfectly. He obviously didn't need the glasses anymore. Then he felt the presence of someone else with him.
"Who's there?" he called. The person was very close.
"I think you know," whispered a voice in Parseltongue.
"Voldemort," Harry replied, glaring defiantly into the red eyes of his nemesis. Harry wasn't about to believe that this murderer was his Father.
"Please, Harry, call me Tom," Voldemort - Tom said. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Fine then, Tom," Harry said, spitting the name as though it was a curse. Tom sighed.
"I trust Albus has already told you?" Tom said, dejectedly. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"How could you? How could you dump me with the Potters? How could you try and kill me all these years?" Harry ranted, all the feelings he'd been keeping in since he was 11 came pouring out. "How could you take away the only family I'd ever had? How could you leave me?" Tears began to pour down his cheeks.
"Shh, Harry, calm down. Will you give me a chance?" Tom muttered, reaching out to Harry. Harry recoiled.
"Don't touch me," he hissed. Tom sighed again. This was going to take a while. Just then, Harry's head jerked up.
"Draco."
"The Malfoy kid?" Tom said curious.
"I'm not talking to you, Riddle. Draco's in pain."
Tom sighed. "I thought I told McNair to leave him alone," he said, massaging his temples.
"McNair? The Ministry executioner? What's he got to do with this?" Harry asked, glaring at the man through his tears. For some reason, he was in pain as well.
"The fact that McNair is the actual Voldemort?" Tom said.
"McNair? I thought you were Voldemort."
"No. McNair took my nickname from school and made himself into an evil person. I would never kill Muggles. That would be too much like Hitler," Tom said.
//How does he know about Hitler. he hates Muggles// Harry thought to himself.
"I know about Hitler, Harry, because he was my grandfather," Tom said. Harry glanced up at him.
"You read my thoughts?"
"Dark wizards can read each others thoughts."
"I'm not a Dark wizard."
"I mean, the Dark element wizards Harry," Tom said.
"Fine, whatever." Just then, he cried out and doubled over.
"Harry!"
"Don't. touch. me." Harry ground out from behind gritted teeth. Images were flashing through his head.
*Flash One *
Draco was doubled over in a dark and dingy room. A shadowy figure stood over him. Harry was standing to the side, apparently invisible.
"Where is the Potter boy?!" screamed the figure above Draco. There was the sound of a whip cracking, and a line of blood welled up on Draco back. He cried out in pain.
"Where is he!?" The whip cracked again.
"I don't know!!!" Draco screamed, biting his lip. He raised his eyes.
[Hurry, Harry. hurry.]
*End Flash One *
"Harry!" Tom called, sensing that Harry was coming out of his vision.
"Dad?" Harry said, unable to process what he was saying.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up at Tom. "Do you know where McNair is?" Harry asked him, gasping for breath.
"Yes. he's at the Malfoy's old place. Why?"
"Because he is tourturing Draco."
"Shit."
A/N: I have serious writers block, so I am leaving it here for now.
Thanks to Bittersweet Symphony, my beta. YOU ARE THE BEST!