Summary: The havoc of the entire wizard world revolves round a golden key, able to open the portals of the deep depths of hell. Once reopened, the darkest beings will rise and kill the weak only to strengthen their leader. When discovered, a relationship ends, a few begins and precious loved ones die tragically. All in the short time of their presence of this particular key.
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A Harry Potter fan fiction
Written by ladykamille
The Master Key
Chapter Two
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Harry Potter groggily walked to the kitchens for a little midnight snack, hoping to catch Dobby there and have a small chitchat with the house elf. His stomach made a low yet loud grumbling sound in the deserted halls. He closed his night robe tighter as a chilly breeze of winter gently flowing through his tousled hair, as if soft fingers ran across them.
He made it to the wall where a portrait of a fruit bowl was hung. He tickled the pear, opening the doors, releasing an engaging smell in the air.
'Hmm... I know that sugary scent. It's apple-caramel pie,' he knowingly said. Just a whiff of it, memories came flooding back to his mind, good memories at the Burrow. Harry once again spent the summer at their house, just playing quidditch, eating sweets, finishing homework then playing again.
He was about to ask for a couple of pieces but suddenly felt a cold sensation at his feet. A very wet sensation. He looked down only to find a puddle formed at his bunny slippers. (What? He found them very warm and fuzzy!) His emerald eyes followed the trail of water, the slices of pie momentarily forgotten. It continued further down the halls, the shadows preventing him to see which chamber it came from.
His interest got the best of him. He closes the door of the kitchen and approaches the murky halls, the water slowly rising higher and higher, almost reaching his knees. He continues further until he hears voices, drained by the flowing water. He walks faster towards the room, unfortunately tripping on his own foot, falling in the water. His whole self now soaked, he tries to stand up but the strong waves from his downfall kept him from doing so. From underneath, he could see something floating. Thinking that it were to fall on him, he panicks more then before, causing him to continually slip.
Finally, he stands up, gasping for air. Seeing that the water quickly rose up to his hips, he kept his arms out of the water, waddling towards the unidentified flying object.
'You! Don't think I don't see you, I have sharp eyes!' screamed a person, whom he thinks might be Filtch, the caretaker.
He ignores him, bent on knowing what it was. He sees another shadowed figure with the flying- thing. He "ran" though no more faster then an average person dragging along a huge boulder. He hears the sudden closing of a door.
'Good, I've got 'em right where I want them.' The water wasn't as high on these grounds so it was easier for him to move. He approaches the door and turns the doorknob. Then suddenly seeing something shining, he thought it best to grab his wand in case of emergency.
He burst open the door only to see a half-naked Draco on bended knee, facing a mesmerized Ginny with this shiny gold object in his hand.
'Harry!' Ginny shouted. Then Ginny saw Harry with his robe wide open, giving her a nice glimpse of his nicely built chest. 'Oh, Harry!' she repeated, a bit breathless. "Damn!! And I thought my day was going horribly. Must be all the quidditch practice." she thought, smirking to herself.
'Potty! Thank god you're here. Get me away from this lunatic!' quipped Draco. He tried to get up but the bash from his back kept him down.
'What the hell happened, Malfoy?' he says, furious.
I don't have to explain myself to you,' he grumbles.
Harry faces Ginny who didn't seem at all worried or scared. Not even guilty. She was grazing her left index with her teeth, her mouth slightly open.
'Harry,' she says, approaching him slowly, 'have you been working out?'
'Well,' he chuckles, smiling down on her, 'I have been putting extra hours on the field and I've been lifting- Hey! Don't change the subject, though a subject worth talking about.' He whispered that last part in Ginny's ears. 'What happens- I mean, happened? How did this happen?'
'Calm down Potter, don't get your knickers in a knot. Eww! I just got a visual!'
"Me too!" thought Ginny to herself.
'It was just an accident. Nothing else.' He then rememberes the key and casually hides the key in his pockets. 'I was surveying the halls when I heard voices in the girls lavatory. I found that suspicious because I was supposed to be the only one on the floor.' He stops breifly to look at Ginny. She was mouthing "no" while waving her hands in the air and her head shaking. He simply shrugs and continues.
'Uh- So I went inside... to see Ginny... screaming at Myrtle, yes, at Myrtle.' he then realises what a genius he is and continues. ' Ginny was closing the faucets that she was opening, then re-opening... you know how she gets when she's mad. I guess she stumbled or something and fell. Unfortunately, Myrtle saw me and pushed me. Then I hit the pipes, causing them to explode with more water. Then... it was all blury. Last thing I remember was being here.'
Ginny looked at him with a confused but relieved look. She and Draco started exchanging looks, trying to understand one another but when Harry faced her, she didn't have time to know what he tried to say.
'Then what, Gin?'
'Uh... buh...' she laughed nervously. 'Euh, I-I- I woke up an-and I saw Draco soooo I... made him float all the way to this classroom.'
Harry, acting quite dumb for not sensing the weirdness from her, simply added, ''Huh, that was Malfoy in the air? I guess that explains it. Why was she flooding the bathroom?'
'Oh,' silently whispers Ginny, 'she was mad because students were insulting her again, so she set all her anger on me.'
'Okay... it doesn't really seem like a normal thing for her to do. In fact, I didn't know ghost could touch you, let alone push you. I think I need to have a small chat with her. Gin, take Malfoy to the hospital wing, I'll take care of things here. Go on.'
Ginny laughed nervously again. 'Do you really need to talk with Myrtle NOW? Can't you do some other time, say tomorrow?'
'Uh huh... yea. Weren't you guys leaving?'
With that, Ginny and Draco left the classroom, Draco with one arm on her shoulders and Ginny with one arm on his side, on their way to the infirmary.
When they were far enough from Harry and the whole bunch that arrived, Ginny started talking.
'Thanks for saving me back there.'
'Don't think you're special. I only did it to save both of our arses.'
Ginny smiles at herself then shakes her head, she knew he wasn't like that. She was this goody-two-shoes type of girl who just couldn't think of the worst of a person... even a Malfoy. Eurk.
'You're just lucky that I was in a good enough mood, despite what happened, but I have a heart you know. My conscious tends to leave me once in a while but my heart stays intact.' Satified with his reply, he continues walking.
Ginny frowned. 'That doesn't make sense.'
'Yes it does!' he snarled at her, a bit unsure. "I WAS making sense right? Of course I was. I always do. Yeah, you doesn't know what you're saying."
They continued all the way to the Hospital Wing, not saying another word to each other. When they finally settled him down on a bed, Ginny sat down on a chair, guitly for putting him there in the first place. Draco took out the key again.
'So, what do you think this is?' he asked Ginny, apparently on the moon. He asked the question again a bit louder, twisting the key.
'Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about Ha-... Anyways, you said?'
'Right. The key. What do we do about it? what is it? and most importantly, what does it open?'
'Right. I have no idea. Why do you think it was in the pipes? how did it go in your pocket? and most importantly, did you wash it?'
'Are you mocking me? and... no. I didn't. Eww. Here.'
He throws the key to her hands and she went off to the nearest sink, his eyes always following the dainty form that is Ginny Weasley.
She makes her way to the to the sink, turns the taps and sets the key under the water, she starts rubbing it gently until she feels this small bumps under her thumb. She looks closer and sees small inscriptures graved on the border of the key.
She quickly runs to Draco's bedside, surprising him, causing him to yelp like a girl.
'Look quickly at this.' she says, giving the key back to him. 'It has some sort of scripture on it. I can't seem to read it.'
Draco examins it carefully. 'I know what this is... yeah. It's latin. It means "I will open- something- , even the most somthing something." Man, I need to brush up on my latin.'
'Gimme, I'll give it to Herm and she'll figure it out herself and we'll know soon enough.'
'NO!' he hurled, 'I don't want that mudblood anywhere near that key. We found it so we will know what it does in time. I absolutely forbid you to talk about this to anyone! Promise?'
'Fine, fine! Jeez...'
After a week, Draco was finally released from the hospital wing and was able to start researching about the key. He didn't have to worry about his schoolwork since he was excused by some teachers, including Snape. But still a good amount of homework was piling up, so he asked the little Weasley to bring it to him, as she never left his bedside. She was still very guilty about it and her conscious demanded it. Before and between classes, she would visit him, sending him some work, often just checking up on him. After classes, she would go in the Great Hall, snatch some food and give it to him instead of the dreadded food they served. After supper, she would do work and study with him and after, sleep on the couch until mourning. Then, the same routine all over again.
Draco didn't seem to mind, he was quite flattered and somewhat honoured to have someone who cares as much as she has. Surely you know about his life: he had to carry the burden of having a father for a deatheater/abuser and a mother as an alcoholic who never paid attention. Being in that kind of family, his only instinct was to build walls and cower behind them. Using his dysfunctional family as an excuse to be cruel to some, helped him build his confidence and he convinced himself that he was better independent and best not to get sucked in the "all you need is love" type of world.
What he didn't know was he was slowly surrendering to that world with the help of Ginny Weasley, whether he wanted to or not.
A/N: I. am. such. a. dork. I accidentally erased my original fic and now I lost my 3 only reviews and sadly looking more. Twinkle (twincool), my dearest cousin, what will it take for you to come over the dark side and join us D/G shippers? I'm grateful for your help and support but with a person like yourself, you will do well in our world!! Come, come!
PLS. REVIEW! More chapters to come. I'm currently thinking of a new fic called "Their final waltz" inspired by my big sis, also known as FuzzyWuzzy, a DOOL fan. Anyways, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!
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A Harry Potter fan fiction
Written by ladykamille
The Master Key
Chapter Two
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Harry Potter groggily walked to the kitchens for a little midnight snack, hoping to catch Dobby there and have a small chitchat with the house elf. His stomach made a low yet loud grumbling sound in the deserted halls. He closed his night robe tighter as a chilly breeze of winter gently flowing through his tousled hair, as if soft fingers ran across them.
He made it to the wall where a portrait of a fruit bowl was hung. He tickled the pear, opening the doors, releasing an engaging smell in the air.
'Hmm... I know that sugary scent. It's apple-caramel pie,' he knowingly said. Just a whiff of it, memories came flooding back to his mind, good memories at the Burrow. Harry once again spent the summer at their house, just playing quidditch, eating sweets, finishing homework then playing again.
He was about to ask for a couple of pieces but suddenly felt a cold sensation at his feet. A very wet sensation. He looked down only to find a puddle formed at his bunny slippers. (What? He found them very warm and fuzzy!) His emerald eyes followed the trail of water, the slices of pie momentarily forgotten. It continued further down the halls, the shadows preventing him to see which chamber it came from.
His interest got the best of him. He closes the door of the kitchen and approaches the murky halls, the water slowly rising higher and higher, almost reaching his knees. He continues further until he hears voices, drained by the flowing water. He walks faster towards the room, unfortunately tripping on his own foot, falling in the water. His whole self now soaked, he tries to stand up but the strong waves from his downfall kept him from doing so. From underneath, he could see something floating. Thinking that it were to fall on him, he panicks more then before, causing him to continually slip.
Finally, he stands up, gasping for air. Seeing that the water quickly rose up to his hips, he kept his arms out of the water, waddling towards the unidentified flying object.
'You! Don't think I don't see you, I have sharp eyes!' screamed a person, whom he thinks might be Filtch, the caretaker.
He ignores him, bent on knowing what it was. He sees another shadowed figure with the flying- thing. He "ran" though no more faster then an average person dragging along a huge boulder. He hears the sudden closing of a door.
'Good, I've got 'em right where I want them.' The water wasn't as high on these grounds so it was easier for him to move. He approaches the door and turns the doorknob. Then suddenly seeing something shining, he thought it best to grab his wand in case of emergency.
He burst open the door only to see a half-naked Draco on bended knee, facing a mesmerized Ginny with this shiny gold object in his hand.
'Harry!' Ginny shouted. Then Ginny saw Harry with his robe wide open, giving her a nice glimpse of his nicely built chest. 'Oh, Harry!' she repeated, a bit breathless. "Damn!! And I thought my day was going horribly. Must be all the quidditch practice." she thought, smirking to herself.
'Potty! Thank god you're here. Get me away from this lunatic!' quipped Draco. He tried to get up but the bash from his back kept him down.
'What the hell happened, Malfoy?' he says, furious.
I don't have to explain myself to you,' he grumbles.
Harry faces Ginny who didn't seem at all worried or scared. Not even guilty. She was grazing her left index with her teeth, her mouth slightly open.
'Harry,' she says, approaching him slowly, 'have you been working out?'
'Well,' he chuckles, smiling down on her, 'I have been putting extra hours on the field and I've been lifting- Hey! Don't change the subject, though a subject worth talking about.' He whispered that last part in Ginny's ears. 'What happens- I mean, happened? How did this happen?'
'Calm down Potter, don't get your knickers in a knot. Eww! I just got a visual!'
"Me too!" thought Ginny to herself.
'It was just an accident. Nothing else.' He then rememberes the key and casually hides the key in his pockets. 'I was surveying the halls when I heard voices in the girls lavatory. I found that suspicious because I was supposed to be the only one on the floor.' He stops breifly to look at Ginny. She was mouthing "no" while waving her hands in the air and her head shaking. He simply shrugs and continues.
'Uh- So I went inside... to see Ginny... screaming at Myrtle, yes, at Myrtle.' he then realises what a genius he is and continues. ' Ginny was closing the faucets that she was opening, then re-opening... you know how she gets when she's mad. I guess she stumbled or something and fell. Unfortunately, Myrtle saw me and pushed me. Then I hit the pipes, causing them to explode with more water. Then... it was all blury. Last thing I remember was being here.'
Ginny looked at him with a confused but relieved look. She and Draco started exchanging looks, trying to understand one another but when Harry faced her, she didn't have time to know what he tried to say.
'Then what, Gin?'
'Uh... buh...' she laughed nervously. 'Euh, I-I- I woke up an-and I saw Draco soooo I... made him float all the way to this classroom.'
Harry, acting quite dumb for not sensing the weirdness from her, simply added, ''Huh, that was Malfoy in the air? I guess that explains it. Why was she flooding the bathroom?'
'Oh,' silently whispers Ginny, 'she was mad because students were insulting her again, so she set all her anger on me.'
'Okay... it doesn't really seem like a normal thing for her to do. In fact, I didn't know ghost could touch you, let alone push you. I think I need to have a small chat with her. Gin, take Malfoy to the hospital wing, I'll take care of things here. Go on.'
Ginny laughed nervously again. 'Do you really need to talk with Myrtle NOW? Can't you do some other time, say tomorrow?'
'Uh huh... yea. Weren't you guys leaving?'
With that, Ginny and Draco left the classroom, Draco with one arm on her shoulders and Ginny with one arm on his side, on their way to the infirmary.
When they were far enough from Harry and the whole bunch that arrived, Ginny started talking.
'Thanks for saving me back there.'
'Don't think you're special. I only did it to save both of our arses.'
Ginny smiles at herself then shakes her head, she knew he wasn't like that. She was this goody-two-shoes type of girl who just couldn't think of the worst of a person... even a Malfoy. Eurk.
'You're just lucky that I was in a good enough mood, despite what happened, but I have a heart you know. My conscious tends to leave me once in a while but my heart stays intact.' Satified with his reply, he continues walking.
Ginny frowned. 'That doesn't make sense.'
'Yes it does!' he snarled at her, a bit unsure. "I WAS making sense right? Of course I was. I always do. Yeah, you doesn't know what you're saying."
They continued all the way to the Hospital Wing, not saying another word to each other. When they finally settled him down on a bed, Ginny sat down on a chair, guitly for putting him there in the first place. Draco took out the key again.
'So, what do you think this is?' he asked Ginny, apparently on the moon. He asked the question again a bit louder, twisting the key.
'Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about Ha-... Anyways, you said?'
'Right. The key. What do we do about it? what is it? and most importantly, what does it open?'
'Right. I have no idea. Why do you think it was in the pipes? how did it go in your pocket? and most importantly, did you wash it?'
'Are you mocking me? and... no. I didn't. Eww. Here.'
He throws the key to her hands and she went off to the nearest sink, his eyes always following the dainty form that is Ginny Weasley.
She makes her way to the to the sink, turns the taps and sets the key under the water, she starts rubbing it gently until she feels this small bumps under her thumb. She looks closer and sees small inscriptures graved on the border of the key.
She quickly runs to Draco's bedside, surprising him, causing him to yelp like a girl.
'Look quickly at this.' she says, giving the key back to him. 'It has some sort of scripture on it. I can't seem to read it.'
Draco examins it carefully. 'I know what this is... yeah. It's latin. It means "I will open- something- , even the most somthing something." Man, I need to brush up on my latin.'
'Gimme, I'll give it to Herm and she'll figure it out herself and we'll know soon enough.'
'NO!' he hurled, 'I don't want that mudblood anywhere near that key. We found it so we will know what it does in time. I absolutely forbid you to talk about this to anyone! Promise?'
'Fine, fine! Jeez...'
After a week, Draco was finally released from the hospital wing and was able to start researching about the key. He didn't have to worry about his schoolwork since he was excused by some teachers, including Snape. But still a good amount of homework was piling up, so he asked the little Weasley to bring it to him, as she never left his bedside. She was still very guilty about it and her conscious demanded it. Before and between classes, she would visit him, sending him some work, often just checking up on him. After classes, she would go in the Great Hall, snatch some food and give it to him instead of the dreadded food they served. After supper, she would do work and study with him and after, sleep on the couch until mourning. Then, the same routine all over again.
Draco didn't seem to mind, he was quite flattered and somewhat honoured to have someone who cares as much as she has. Surely you know about his life: he had to carry the burden of having a father for a deatheater/abuser and a mother as an alcoholic who never paid attention. Being in that kind of family, his only instinct was to build walls and cower behind them. Using his dysfunctional family as an excuse to be cruel to some, helped him build his confidence and he convinced himself that he was better independent and best not to get sucked in the "all you need is love" type of world.
What he didn't know was he was slowly surrendering to that world with the help of Ginny Weasley, whether he wanted to or not.
A/N: I. am. such. a. dork. I accidentally erased my original fic and now I lost my 3 only reviews and sadly looking more. Twinkle (twincool), my dearest cousin, what will it take for you to come over the dark side and join us D/G shippers? I'm grateful for your help and support but with a person like yourself, you will do well in our world!! Come, come!
PLS. REVIEW! More chapters to come. I'm currently thinking of a new fic called "Their final waltz" inspired by my big sis, also known as FuzzyWuzzy, a DOOL fan. Anyways, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!
