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Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - medium level swearing, homosexual themes
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
******* EXTRA NOTE: God bless the people that review!! MUAH! *HUGS* *******
*******EXTRA-EXTRA-SUPER-NOTE: I have a certain thing in my fic here: I put it as (*). To see what I mean when you find it, scroll to the bottom of the fic for an explanation!!********
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CHAPTER 11
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All Harry could see was black. Just filthy darkness, enveloping his senses, smothering his sight.
Everything was just...black.
"Oh man," Draco moaned, "This is not good."
They had landed on concrete. Black concrete in a room that was...how big? Harry couldn't see the walls, couldn't see an end. This room could be the size of Britain for all he knew. Everything was just pitch black. Draco was a shadow of pale cream, a mop of terribly bright silver on top. Harry was sure his hair was camouflaged.
"Where the hell are we?" Harry whispered, helping Draco to his feet, not wanting to make a loud noise. And suddenly a terrible thought hit him: what if, in all this darkness, Death Eaters were watching them? Harry shuddered and didn't mention it.
"No wait...I know where this is!" Draco said suddenly. Harry looked at him questioningly.
Draco's voice went bitter as he said, "Father's training often provided the excuse to bring me here."
"And just where is 'here'?" Harry replied hotly, getting more and more frustrated with the situation they faced.
There was silence for a second, then:
"Voldemort's mansion."
And Harry's scar erupted.
The Gryffindor fell to his knees, screaming in sheer agony as wave upon wave of pain crashed into his skull, his mind blacking out. He was barely aware of how the concrete below them crumbled; barely aware they were once again falling down, down, down...
Harry's scar seared one last agonizing time; a flash of white flared through his mind, and then his senses shut down.
**
Draco was falling endlessly, an unconscious Gryffindor by his side. There seemed to be no sensible end to all this: they just kept going down.
Suddenly, Harry erupted into a flash of light and just disappeared. Draco cried out and, arms flailing, but knew he could do nothing. And finally he landed. His skull smacked on cool wooden boards. His vision blurred, then blackened, and his mind floated to a state of unknowing.
**
Harry's eyes opened, and he looked upon a steelblue, purply-grey colour. It was surrounding him, supporting him and a weird light shone above it...water? Yes, Harry's lungs confirmed, he was indeed underwater.
He sat bolt upright, coughing and spluttering. How long had he been unconscious? It didn't seem to have been more than thirty seconds, otherwise he would have drowned. He blinked, realizing the pain had gone, and looked upon his surroundings. He was in a lake. Definitely a man-made one, for it was inside another room with light blue walls, and looking up he saw the roof of the black room he had previously been in, and the remains of the crumbled floor.
This lake was only about waist-deep; again he saw that it was a stellblue, purple-grey colour, and wasn't transparent. It was more like a pasty sort of texture. There were also weird plants here and there, protruding out of the water. They had grey-blue stems, a few metres tall and about the width of Harry's middle finger, with a sort of electric-blue bulb on the top. There was only about two petals to each bulb. Harry had never seen the likes of a place like this before.
((Despite the fact that Voldemort's an evil bastard, you can't say he isn't artistic...)) Harry thought, still floating up and down, his ass bumping gently against the cemented floor. He stood up, made sure his wand was still in his pocket and wrung out his sodden robes. There was a sort of shimmery purple colour left on his clothes where the water had been.
Very ironic, for a place such as Voldemort's castle.
And then Harry realized.
He was alone. Utterly alone. Draco was missing: nowhere to be found. Harry's mind was pitched into extreme worry and he splashed and stumbled through this immense lake, trying to find the Slytherin.
"It's no use, he's not here!" Harry said after a minute or so, his voice strangely shrill and panicky. He took a deep breath and looked at things rationally: he had to get out of this room and find everyone: Dumbledore, the students...the castle as well, never mind just Draco. He looked around for a door, and seeing how there were only walls to his left and right, concluded it was a VERY long lake. He ran dead ahead for about two minutes, the strange water splashing up around him, his robes holding him back with their saturated weight. Eventually he came to a strange door. It was black, made of solid metal, and had a massive, lilac lily painted onto it, the detailing of the petals done with surprising diligence. The handle was silver, and very slim; it was a curved, crescent moon shape. Harry tugged on the handle, but the door didn't budge. There was no lock on the door, so it had to have been closed by magic. He sighed and banged his head against the centre of the lily.
A weird, resonating tinkling sound (*) echoed around the room and Harry looked at the door in surprise. To his sheer and utter shock, his mother's face was upon the lily: indeed, Lily Potter's face smiled at him gently. Harry's mouth opened and closed, trying to ask questions, yet could not fathom just what was going on. Confusion, longing and loneliness coursed through him as his mother smiled at him sadly, and the door swung open silently. Harry found he could only walk out of the door in numb surprise, water from the lake spilling around him as he exited the room.
**
((((((("Arise, young Malfoy.")))))))
Draco's brain churned back into motion and he moved his head to the left, still laying stomach-down on wooden floorboards.
His eyes cracked open they took in the roaring fire that was burning within a colossal, brick fireplace. The flames gave light to a green thing laying upon the floor. Draco's vision cleared and he looked upon Nagini.
Fear, and extreme foreboding, exploded into Draco as he moved his eyes and looked at a slim, pale wizard sitting in a royal-green couch, his spidery fingers resting lightly upon the armrests.
"Voldemort," Draco whispered.
"Indeed. Let me cut to the chase," Voldemort said in his terribly icy voice, sneering down at Draco as the Slytherin didn't dare move from his position.
"Why have you attached yourself to my enemy?" Voldemort said it mockingly calm, as though asking the boy why he had eaten a cookie right before dinner.
Draco found his muscles and scrambled to his feet. He swayed, but steadied himself and resolutely refused to show fear as he moved away. He backed away into the corner next to the fire, nervously watching Nagini, who hadn't noticed him and was still hissing in its sleep.
Had Draco still supported this Voldemort, he wouldn't have been afraid. But now that he was a traitor to the Dark side, he wondered what was to come of him, now that he was less than 5 metres away from Voldemort himself.
"Answer me, Malfoy! Why have you betrayed your name, your family, your father...and me? Why? Oh, I see... your hatred, hmm?" Voldemort gave him a sickly smile and calmly folded one knee over the other, and supported his chin in his hand. He looked long at Draco.
"Yeah: I hate you. I HATE YOU! I 'betrayed' you because I never wanted anything to do with the Dark side! And because of...Harry, alright?!" Draco replied hotly. He expected the Cruciatus curse at the very least for saying such a thing. Voldemort simply shook his head.
"I surmised as much. But... I can read your every thought, young Malfoy. You 'love' Harry Potter, do you? Care for him in a way that 'you've never felt before'? Well, you lie to yourself," the Dark Lord whispered, and unfolded his legs. A fire started to rise in his crimson eyes.
Draco pressed himself against the wall as the Dark Lord got to his feet and came closer, but managed to asked bravely, "What are you saying?"
"Oh, my dear Malfoy: Harry was lying to you. Potter has never cared for you. He simply wished you to be at peace instead of being my slave. He wanted your alliance to Dumbledore's side. He never cared for you as a lover," Voldemort said sweetly, then licked his non-existent lips and hissed angrily, yet still in English, "How could you believe such lies? Why throw away the power you were born with? Why disgrace your family's name and throw away my offers, for a petty feeling that was never true?"
Draco's eyes widened as Voldemort came to him and caressed his cheek with those tender, white fingers he possessed.
"Harry Potter knows nothing of what you are," Voldemort said, his voice gentle, now: almost a low purr. "He thought he could change you, make you a 'better person'. But I, Draco, I know what you are. A powerful wizard - no... an extremely powerful Slytherin. I seek to employ those powers you hold. Do you know how powerful you could be, with me by your side?"
Draco narrowed his eyes but didn't dare push Voldemort away from him. The Lord leant close, his lips next to Draco's ear.
"You were put into Slytherin for a reason. You were born with those powers for a reason. You were always meant to be by my side. We were both meant to be Lords of Darkness," Voldemort whispered these last words and before Draco knew what was happening, his lips were enclosed within those of Voldemort. The slender hands of the Dark Lord ran down Draco's chest and a knee was thrust between his thighs. Draco gave a grunt with his throat as the knee rubbed madly against his crotch. ((What the hell is going on? What is this asshole doing to me?)) Draco's mind screamed. He felt the lips against his curve upwards into a smile as Voldemort read his thoughts.
And then an elbow connected with his head, the pair of soft lips tore away from his own as a fist slammed onto his cheekbone. A hand grabbed his throat and Draco was thrust upwards and then down to the floor.
"Pathetic homosexual. Don't you know a master when you see one, boy? I have the right to KILL you for your deceitful acts against me! I wish nothing more than to teach you and your lover-boy Potter what it costs to cross Lord Voldemort! And yet I told you: I seek the powers you own, and so I will make you mine once again. Your father would be terribly ashamed, young Malfoy," the icy voice sneered at him, and again Draco experienced the pain that can only be felt when one is having the Dark Mark burned into one's skin. The pain seared up through Draco's chest this time instead of his arm; and through his shrieks, Draco heard the door slam. He was left alone with his agonising pain as his screaming escalated.
**PLEASE REVIEW
(*) - Anyone played Abe's Oddyssey? Well, the sound I described here is like the bell you ring to summon Elum. Ring it twice, and on the second time, turn up the volume and listen really close to the speaker, and after you hear the BONG-BONG, listen really hard and you'll hear this tinkling sound after it. It's really rather pretty-sounding, like chimes. ^_^;;
Author: Black Heart
Title: Perplexed Alliance
Rating: PG 13+ - medium level swearing, homosexual themes
Author's Note: H/D slash, beware, muahahaaaaaaa!!!! Uh.yeah.R/R!! ^-^;;
Disclaimer: Characters, names, places, etc belong to JK Rowling. Plotline belongs to ME.
******* EXTRA NOTE: God bless the people that review!! MUAH! *HUGS* *******
*******EXTRA-EXTRA-SUPER-NOTE: I have a certain thing in my fic here: I put it as (*). To see what I mean when you find it, scroll to the bottom of the fic for an explanation!!********
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CHAPTER 11
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All Harry could see was black. Just filthy darkness, enveloping his senses, smothering his sight.
Everything was just...black.
"Oh man," Draco moaned, "This is not good."
They had landed on concrete. Black concrete in a room that was...how big? Harry couldn't see the walls, couldn't see an end. This room could be the size of Britain for all he knew. Everything was just pitch black. Draco was a shadow of pale cream, a mop of terribly bright silver on top. Harry was sure his hair was camouflaged.
"Where the hell are we?" Harry whispered, helping Draco to his feet, not wanting to make a loud noise. And suddenly a terrible thought hit him: what if, in all this darkness, Death Eaters were watching them? Harry shuddered and didn't mention it.
"No wait...I know where this is!" Draco said suddenly. Harry looked at him questioningly.
Draco's voice went bitter as he said, "Father's training often provided the excuse to bring me here."
"And just where is 'here'?" Harry replied hotly, getting more and more frustrated with the situation they faced.
There was silence for a second, then:
"Voldemort's mansion."
And Harry's scar erupted.
The Gryffindor fell to his knees, screaming in sheer agony as wave upon wave of pain crashed into his skull, his mind blacking out. He was barely aware of how the concrete below them crumbled; barely aware they were once again falling down, down, down...
Harry's scar seared one last agonizing time; a flash of white flared through his mind, and then his senses shut down.
**
Draco was falling endlessly, an unconscious Gryffindor by his side. There seemed to be no sensible end to all this: they just kept going down.
Suddenly, Harry erupted into a flash of light and just disappeared. Draco cried out and, arms flailing, but knew he could do nothing. And finally he landed. His skull smacked on cool wooden boards. His vision blurred, then blackened, and his mind floated to a state of unknowing.
**
Harry's eyes opened, and he looked upon a steelblue, purply-grey colour. It was surrounding him, supporting him and a weird light shone above it...water? Yes, Harry's lungs confirmed, he was indeed underwater.
He sat bolt upright, coughing and spluttering. How long had he been unconscious? It didn't seem to have been more than thirty seconds, otherwise he would have drowned. He blinked, realizing the pain had gone, and looked upon his surroundings. He was in a lake. Definitely a man-made one, for it was inside another room with light blue walls, and looking up he saw the roof of the black room he had previously been in, and the remains of the crumbled floor.
This lake was only about waist-deep; again he saw that it was a stellblue, purple-grey colour, and wasn't transparent. It was more like a pasty sort of texture. There were also weird plants here and there, protruding out of the water. They had grey-blue stems, a few metres tall and about the width of Harry's middle finger, with a sort of electric-blue bulb on the top. There was only about two petals to each bulb. Harry had never seen the likes of a place like this before.
((Despite the fact that Voldemort's an evil bastard, you can't say he isn't artistic...)) Harry thought, still floating up and down, his ass bumping gently against the cemented floor. He stood up, made sure his wand was still in his pocket and wrung out his sodden robes. There was a sort of shimmery purple colour left on his clothes where the water had been.
Very ironic, for a place such as Voldemort's castle.
And then Harry realized.
He was alone. Utterly alone. Draco was missing: nowhere to be found. Harry's mind was pitched into extreme worry and he splashed and stumbled through this immense lake, trying to find the Slytherin.
"It's no use, he's not here!" Harry said after a minute or so, his voice strangely shrill and panicky. He took a deep breath and looked at things rationally: he had to get out of this room and find everyone: Dumbledore, the students...the castle as well, never mind just Draco. He looked around for a door, and seeing how there were only walls to his left and right, concluded it was a VERY long lake. He ran dead ahead for about two minutes, the strange water splashing up around him, his robes holding him back with their saturated weight. Eventually he came to a strange door. It was black, made of solid metal, and had a massive, lilac lily painted onto it, the detailing of the petals done with surprising diligence. The handle was silver, and very slim; it was a curved, crescent moon shape. Harry tugged on the handle, but the door didn't budge. There was no lock on the door, so it had to have been closed by magic. He sighed and banged his head against the centre of the lily.
A weird, resonating tinkling sound (*) echoed around the room and Harry looked at the door in surprise. To his sheer and utter shock, his mother's face was upon the lily: indeed, Lily Potter's face smiled at him gently. Harry's mouth opened and closed, trying to ask questions, yet could not fathom just what was going on. Confusion, longing and loneliness coursed through him as his mother smiled at him sadly, and the door swung open silently. Harry found he could only walk out of the door in numb surprise, water from the lake spilling around him as he exited the room.
**
((((((("Arise, young Malfoy.")))))))
Draco's brain churned back into motion and he moved his head to the left, still laying stomach-down on wooden floorboards.
His eyes cracked open they took in the roaring fire that was burning within a colossal, brick fireplace. The flames gave light to a green thing laying upon the floor. Draco's vision cleared and he looked upon Nagini.
Fear, and extreme foreboding, exploded into Draco as he moved his eyes and looked at a slim, pale wizard sitting in a royal-green couch, his spidery fingers resting lightly upon the armrests.
"Voldemort," Draco whispered.
"Indeed. Let me cut to the chase," Voldemort said in his terribly icy voice, sneering down at Draco as the Slytherin didn't dare move from his position.
"Why have you attached yourself to my enemy?" Voldemort said it mockingly calm, as though asking the boy why he had eaten a cookie right before dinner.
Draco found his muscles and scrambled to his feet. He swayed, but steadied himself and resolutely refused to show fear as he moved away. He backed away into the corner next to the fire, nervously watching Nagini, who hadn't noticed him and was still hissing in its sleep.
Had Draco still supported this Voldemort, he wouldn't have been afraid. But now that he was a traitor to the Dark side, he wondered what was to come of him, now that he was less than 5 metres away from Voldemort himself.
"Answer me, Malfoy! Why have you betrayed your name, your family, your father...and me? Why? Oh, I see... your hatred, hmm?" Voldemort gave him a sickly smile and calmly folded one knee over the other, and supported his chin in his hand. He looked long at Draco.
"Yeah: I hate you. I HATE YOU! I 'betrayed' you because I never wanted anything to do with the Dark side! And because of...Harry, alright?!" Draco replied hotly. He expected the Cruciatus curse at the very least for saying such a thing. Voldemort simply shook his head.
"I surmised as much. But... I can read your every thought, young Malfoy. You 'love' Harry Potter, do you? Care for him in a way that 'you've never felt before'? Well, you lie to yourself," the Dark Lord whispered, and unfolded his legs. A fire started to rise in his crimson eyes.
Draco pressed himself against the wall as the Dark Lord got to his feet and came closer, but managed to asked bravely, "What are you saying?"
"Oh, my dear Malfoy: Harry was lying to you. Potter has never cared for you. He simply wished you to be at peace instead of being my slave. He wanted your alliance to Dumbledore's side. He never cared for you as a lover," Voldemort said sweetly, then licked his non-existent lips and hissed angrily, yet still in English, "How could you believe such lies? Why throw away the power you were born with? Why disgrace your family's name and throw away my offers, for a petty feeling that was never true?"
Draco's eyes widened as Voldemort came to him and caressed his cheek with those tender, white fingers he possessed.
"Harry Potter knows nothing of what you are," Voldemort said, his voice gentle, now: almost a low purr. "He thought he could change you, make you a 'better person'. But I, Draco, I know what you are. A powerful wizard - no... an extremely powerful Slytherin. I seek to employ those powers you hold. Do you know how powerful you could be, with me by your side?"
Draco narrowed his eyes but didn't dare push Voldemort away from him. The Lord leant close, his lips next to Draco's ear.
"You were put into Slytherin for a reason. You were born with those powers for a reason. You were always meant to be by my side. We were both meant to be Lords of Darkness," Voldemort whispered these last words and before Draco knew what was happening, his lips were enclosed within those of Voldemort. The slender hands of the Dark Lord ran down Draco's chest and a knee was thrust between his thighs. Draco gave a grunt with his throat as the knee rubbed madly against his crotch. ((What the hell is going on? What is this asshole doing to me?)) Draco's mind screamed. He felt the lips against his curve upwards into a smile as Voldemort read his thoughts.
And then an elbow connected with his head, the pair of soft lips tore away from his own as a fist slammed onto his cheekbone. A hand grabbed his throat and Draco was thrust upwards and then down to the floor.
"Pathetic homosexual. Don't you know a master when you see one, boy? I have the right to KILL you for your deceitful acts against me! I wish nothing more than to teach you and your lover-boy Potter what it costs to cross Lord Voldemort! And yet I told you: I seek the powers you own, and so I will make you mine once again. Your father would be terribly ashamed, young Malfoy," the icy voice sneered at him, and again Draco experienced the pain that can only be felt when one is having the Dark Mark burned into one's skin. The pain seared up through Draco's chest this time instead of his arm; and through his shrieks, Draco heard the door slam. He was left alone with his agonising pain as his screaming escalated.
**PLEASE REVIEW
(*) - Anyone played Abe's Oddyssey? Well, the sound I described here is like the bell you ring to summon Elum. Ring it twice, and on the second time, turn up the volume and listen really close to the speaker, and after you hear the BONG-BONG, listen really hard and you'll hear this tinkling sound after it. It's really rather pretty-sounding, like chimes. ^_^;;