Title: Bad Faith
Author name: badfaith

Chapter: 7/?
Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com

Author website: http://www.undisgusied.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net
Category: Angst
Sub Category: Drama
Rating: R
Summary: Draco Malfoy learned a few things he didn't want to know, and as a result he is plunged into a war. Will Harry Potter be able to save him before it's too late? Or will Harry learn things that might condemn Draco to death?
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The plot and title are mine, though!

Warning: This story contains slash, which is a boy-boy relationship. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime.

Chapter Seven

At The Foot Of Evil

"I took the road less traveled by

And that has made all the difference"

--Robert Frost









Draco found himself in a spiral of dark clouds. He was going deeper and deeper, falling faster and faster, spinning out of control. A picture fuzzily formed in front of his eyes – a figure wearing a black cape, shrouded in ethereal green light. The figure raised its left arm, wand clutched in it, and a shot of green stabbing light filled Draco's vision. Draco then lapsed into darkness.

The next thing that Draco heard was an unusual high-pitched laugh, one that shocked him clear to the bone. Suddenly, a face appeared, and it seemed that the person had started to talk to him.

The face was framed by soft black hair, and its eyes were a deep dark blue. It was a boy, barely 17. Innocence and sincerity filled the features on his face, and you would expect nothing but good out of the boy wearing it. The boy chuckled deeply and smiled deviously, slightly cracking the wide- eyed look of innocence he had worn before. Draco felt a slight shiver of fear and revulsion travel up his spine, and in his gut he knew the young man who looked so innocent and kind in front of him was one of the grotesque monstrous creations of the world. A hideous, twisted creature created from the evils of man's mind. Draco knew then that he was looking into the face of evil: an innocent young man with a kindly and gentle expression on his face. The face of the man twisted into an evil sneer, from a deep chuckle, and his voice became higher.

"You are so precious to me Draco. In a few seconds' time you realized who and what I am. You have powers beyond that which you know or understand. You will be great, someday, Draco, with my help. Just trust me, Cousin." The young man held out his hand, and Draco took it cautiously. Another burst of green light sent Draco sprawling on the ground, and a horrible pain coursed through his veins.

Draco screamed, and bolted upright in his own bed, sweat streaming down his face, his hair and clothes soaked. He was panting loudly, and his eyes were skittish. He whispered a message he didn't understand, against his will, in a strange and horrible language. One he had heard Potter use. A hissing sound erupted in the darkness.

"It hassss begun."







The pale fluttering light, straining to become bolder, cut across closed eyelids, framing innocence. Harry woke up from a peaceful night's rest and got dressed for breakfast.

When he arrived with Ron and Hermione in tow behind him, a large, chattering group of excited students blocked the way to the Main Hall.

Ron and Harry fought and elbowed their way to the front of the crowd while Hermione politely asked students to let her through. The sight that greeted them made them freeze in silent shock. The only statement that erupted into the stunned silence was Ron's assessment of it.



"Bloody hell!"