All Characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling
Rating: PG-13 to maybe an R for adult jokes and situations.
Character Pairings: SLASH!! Harry/Draco; Ron/Hermione; and a little bit of Sirius/Lupin
WARNING: Order of the Phoenix SPOILERS!
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Chapter Three: Muggles and Mischief
Normal people went on vacations during summer break. Others, stayed at home and enjoyed long naps in the sun and late night movies. Harry Potter's summer break consisted of working like a slave before finally ending up shopping with his worst enemy. Currently, Harry was standing outside the weirdest building one could imagine. Not that the building itself was weird, but what was happening inside was weird. People walked in and never came out. Now, in the muggle world, that would spell trouble; however, Harry Potter was a wizard and as a wizard, he was used to odd buildings.
Outside, the building looked like a building. Nothing special. There was a door that lead inside. Inside there was a small lobby decorated like a train station from the fifties. Large leafy plants in golden pots were placed throughout the lobby. All of the chairs and benches were in a messed up order of chaos. Small bits of parchment floated about the room, landed in people's outstretched hands. Once a person received their floating paper, they rose from their chair and walked into one of the many open doors of the lobby. A flash of light would consume the person, then, when your vision cleared, there was no one in the room. Amazing.
"Draco, what is this place?" Harry hung closer to the other boy. While he watched another person vanish, Draco talked to the old witch at the lobby desk. A whole family was just getting up and moving towards another door. The witch at the counter suddenly grabbed Harry's hand and hit it with her wand. Startled, Harry let out a yelp and pulled his hand back. Draco smiled and apologized to the witch for Harry's odd behavior.
As they walked over to the sitting area, Draco leaned in close and whispered; "What's your problem?"
"My problem!?" Harry hissed out though clenched teeth. "What the hell is this place?" Flopping down into an high-backed wooden chair, Harry angrily glared at Draco.
"I'm surprised. Every wizard knows what this station is. It's a transport station. A safe way to travel if you have a family or are too young to use spells. Many wizards prefer to use floo-powder; however, we are lacking a fire place and we can't make a port-key without getting in trouble with the ministry. Thus, we end up here. You see, the parchment contains a spell. When we get our piece, we'll go into a room and say the name of the place we want to go. Simple as that." Draco leaned back in his chair. For the tenth time today, Draco examined his hands. Harry noticed Draco did that whenever he was bored. Figures that the prat could amuse himself by marveling at his own perfect body. Talk about vanity.
Harry glanced around the room. An awkward silence had descended. When they had first walked in, the room had been packed with people awaiting a room. Now, there was only a few older witches and wizards patiently awaiting their turn. Nervously, Harry glanced at Draco. He wanted to start a conversation; however, he didn't know what they could chat about. Or rather, Harry was afraid he would say something like; 'So, besides maiming and killing things, what else do you like to do Satan....?' Luckily, a flying piece of parchment landed in Harry's hand. Without speaking, both boys walked into an empty transport room.
Draco grabbed Harry's hand. "I hope your not enjoy this too much Harry; but, it is necessary. Just tell the paper where you live and we'll appear at your front door."
"Privet Drive, house number four." There was a bright light...then a big door. Harry had arrived home with Draco clinging to him. This was not something one witnessed everyday.
Draco took a step back and sighed. "What a tiny, depressing house! Where is the iron fence? Where are the large double doors?"
"Suck it up, princess." Harry opened the door for Draco and bowed as the boy walked across the threshold. Snickering, Harry closed the door and wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulder. "Welcome home, honey."
"Your sick, you know that?" Despite the harsh words, Draco also wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders like he was an old friend.
There was a loud thundering boom and the squeal of chairs being moved across the tiles from the kitchen. "Where have you been, boy! I told you to mow the lawn, clean the toilets and mop the floors hours ago!" Uncle Vernon yelled as he moved from the kitchen to the hall. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Draco. His face turned from red to purple. "What is the meaning of this?!"
Dudley and Aunt Petunia came to join Vernon. They stood behind him, peeking over his massive shoulders to see what was happening. Dudley's face also began to turn red at the sight of Draco. The last encounter with Harry's friends had left him with a pig's tail; however, now Dudley was a man. He could handle another freak like his cousin, right?
Draco burst out laughing. "Oh Merlin! Harry, this is hilarious! Seeing these pathetic muggles is better than going to the freak shows in the underworld! Do you really live with these...beasts?"
"HARRY POTTER! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT HAVING YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS OVER?!" The Dursleys were fuming.
Huffing, Draco puffed out his chest and prepared for a rant; however, Harry cut him off. "Deal with it. Draco is staying for dinner. Draco, meet the Dursleys. Dursleys, meet Draco Malfoy."
Petunia, although she strongly disliked Harry, had an oblation to her sister, Lily. As much as she hated it, she could not refuse Harry's request to have the other boy stay for dinner. "Alright, just this once." Petunia said weakly, looking down at the floor. Before her husband or son could protest, she quietly slipped out of the room and hid in the bathroom. Vernon was at a complete loss of words. Not only had Harry come home wearing freaky clothing, he had not done his chores and now he was demanding that his freaky friend stay for dinner. This situation was too much for him to handle. Heaving a great sigh, Vernon retreated to the living room to watch the television. That left Dudley on his own, facing Draco and Harry.
Dudley was staring at Draco in a very odd way, his tiny brain working overtime. Here was a boy of pure perfection who's beauty transcended the guidelines of the genders. Yet, that same beautiful boy could possibly lash out and kill him. What to do?
"Hullo." Dudley made a lame attempt at greeting Draco. He could not look the blonde boy in the eyes. Anyone other than a Malfoy or a Potter might have felt some sympathy towards the once overweight - now over muscular youth; however, no one else was there.
Draco completely ignored Dudley, he'd torture him later. Right now, Draco wanted to explore this weird world of muggle artifacts. During Draco's childhood, Malfoy senior forbid Draco to own or even look at muggle things. Sheltered didn't even begin describe Draco. "Harry, you must show me more of this horrid place."
"Whatever you want." The boys brushed past Dudley and headed up to Harry's bedroom. Dudley, being an extremely stupid but morbidly fascinated young man, followed at a distance.
Harry's room was nothing compared to his perfect Hogwarts room. Even though he had to share a dorm with his fellow classmates, it was still better than this hole. At Hogwarts, the rooms always made one feel welcome, even during the coldest days. Golden and red bedcovers and drapes along with an extra soft bed was heaven to Harry. This muggle prison, with it's bare walls and lumpy bed, was depressing at best. Taking in the surroundings, Draco wrinkled his nose. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, spent the summer living the life of a slave.
Harry felt his cheeks flush as Draco observed his room. It was embarrassing. Ron and Hermione knew of his life; however, Draco was a different story. Harry wanted to impressed the Slytherin. "It's not much...come on, I'll show you the kitchen. Have you ever seen a microwave?" A quick change of subject was what Harry needed, but Malfoy wasn't done yet.
"How could they treat you like this?"
"What ever are you talking about. Lets go to the--"
"Harry, you risk your life to save muggles, yet, they treat you like a beggar? Why do you go on fighting for them? Aren't you miserable?" Draco said quietly. Another look at the room made it seem even worse. The covers on Harry's bed were torn, springs poked out from the mattress and there was just one undersized pillow.
"Yes, I'm miserable. Doesn't that make you happy? We've been enemies for so long, now you finally have some information that could really hurt me. Go ahead, make your jokes." Harry spat angrily. Plopping down on his bed, he glared into Malfoy's gray eyes. After a long silence, Malfoy slowly approached Harry and sat beside him. The springs squeaked under the extra weight.
"No, it's doesn't make me happy….I have a new goal!"
"You had a goal?"
"Unlike you, Harry, I plan ahead. All of my horrible deeds are thoroughly thought threw. Now, I have a proposal for you."
"I'm sorry Draco, I barely know you! How could you ask for my hand in marriage so soon!?" Wailed Harry in a high-pitched girly voice.
"Sick. Ew. Gross. Nasty." Draco pretended to make gagging sounds. "No, really…Anyways, come to the dark side."
"Please don't tell me you're my father."
"What the hell?!"
"Sorry, Star Wars humor. You know…the muggle movie….umm…never mind."
Moving with the grace of a tiger, Draco pushed Harry into the mattress, straddling his chest. Gray eyes sparkled with unholy glee. Suddenly, there was kissing and groping and…well, that was about it. In Harry's opinion, it was over far too soon. Draco pulled back slightly, licking his lips.
"Harry…Have you ever wanted absolute power?" Draco's voice was a harsh whisper in Harry's ear.
"Yes."
"Together, with you're power and my brains, we could take over. Once you dispose of Voldemort, what will happen, hum? For awhile, you'll be a hero in the eyes of witches and wizards, but people forget fast. Dumbledore will steal you're rightful place of leadership. You'll be left with nothing."
Ahh, beautiful, sweet words. So true. Something evil was awaking deep inside Harry…
"Do you want that Harry?"
"….no. I want power. I want…everything this fucking world has to offer." Harry couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth, yet, his soul felt relieved. His body lusted for power…and for the beautiful body of Draco. Who cared what he did now? Harry Potter shoved Draco off of his chest and pinned the blonde boy to the bed. A low growl escaped his lips.
"Then take it." Draco didn't struggled against Harry's forceful kiss, nor did he complain when Harry's fingers began to leave bruises on his neck, his shoulders, his stomach, and his thighs. All he could do was cling to the powerful man above him. Scratching, biting, moaning, screaming; innocence slipped away.
And so the game was set.
Harry Potter was going to take over.
Harry Potter had fallen away from the light….
And he loved every moment of his newfound darkness.
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Ok, not one of my longest chapters, oh well. THE PLOT WAS FORMED! I'm rather proud of myself. Harry Potter becomes a dark wizard. Draco was convincing; however, you have to admit; if you had Draco on you're chest, you would agree to anything. I've had this idea of Harry going evil for a really long time. I mean, in the fifth book, it was reveled that he was connected to Voldemort….Come on, how could one remain pure when being in contact with pure evil?
In the following chapters, expect more blood, more humor and more random acts of evil. In the next chapter, Dark!Harry meets up with Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys. Stay tuned.
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