Title: Revenge Sweet or Not?
Author: Gia
E-Mail: divinechild18hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Time: 5th year.
Summary: [Sequel] Draco has an annoying voice in his head. Harry's got a psycho pendant. Firenze is possessed. And Voldemort's got a secret weapon. What more could you want?
Disclaimer: I own not a thing.
Author Notes: Hello! Thanks for all your encouraging reviews!! here's chapter three!! I had just finished writing chapter 3 a few minutes ago!! Not much, mostly Draco appears here. Yup, this chapter is focused on Draco and his exploits!! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE IS CHAPTER THREE!! YOU GET TO FIND OUT WHAT THE SPELL IS AND.. UH.. YEAH, WHATEVER, JUST READ!!
Draco led Harry down the corridor, lost in thoughts. 'Was that supposed to happen? Maybe I should check the book later…' he glanced worriedly at Harry.
He was glad to have reached the Infirmary. Madame Pomfrey immediately met him. She eyed Harry critically. "What happened now? I swear, he has visited countless times." Draco grinned, he could tell she had grown fond of Harry.
"We don't know. He had just collapsed in Potions."
She tsked, and floated him to a bed near the golden sunlight pouring in.
"WAIT!" Draco yelled quickly.
With a raised eyebrow, she turned around to face Draco, leaving Harry floating above the bed. "What is wrong now, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco took a deep calming breath. "You see, putting Har-Potter.. near the window.. the sunlight.. it might wake him up." he finished lamely.
If anything, the Nurse's eyebrow rose higher, but she obliged and put him in a secluded area away from the window and sunlight. Draco sighed relieve, and exited quietly. Walking back to the Potions seemed to take forever, when in reality, it took only a few minutes.
Upon entering, he sat down. A few Gryffindor's stared at him curiously, hoping he would say something about Harry. But he didn't spare a glance at them, determinedly focusing on writing notes and ignoring the many eyes boring into his back.
The rest of the day, Draco walked in a daze. He vaguely remembered going to each of his classes and taking notes. He only remembered eating a roll and a small sip of water, before heading to the Slytherin Dorms when he got tired of their conversations. He just lay down in his bed, his thoughts consumed by one person and one person only. Harry Potter.
He couldn't get him off his mind. He knew why, but he wasn't about to do anything about it. He had promised to check the book, but he had stopped and wondered why he cared. 'He had it coming!' He kept telling himself. It was slowly eating him inside, seeing Harry collapse. It stirred emotions that weren't supposed to be there. They weren't supposed to exist.
He hissed in frustration as he glared at nothing. He directed all the blame and uneasiness he felt through that glare. 'I'm just worried because I don't want to get in trouble for hurting The Golden Boy of Hogwarts. I'll just check the book and be done with it.' Nodding to himself, he got up and opened his with a whispered charm.
At the bottom, was a leather bound book. Pulling it out, he locked his trunk and sat down on his bed. He flipped through its old pages, filled with gruesome spells and followed by equally gruesome pictures. Flipping faster, he found the spell near the end of the book. It read:
The Exseratio
The person whom the caster puts this curse on will have heightened magical abilities. Many years ago, other witches and wizards as revenge rarely used this curse, because they felt this gave an advantage to their enemies. What they had failed to research and understand, was that the person's abilities would be heightened through emotions. Like a young witch or wizard, before they get a wand, they display small amounts of magic, sometimes wandless magic when they're angry, sad, happy, etc.
This will be a disadvantage to your enemy especially if their emotions are very potent. They can't control their emotions. It all depends on their innate magic. The more powerful their magic, the more destruction they can cause on others and themselves. The feeling of hatred is one example.
The main purpose, however, is not just this alone. Another important advantage to this curse, it gives the person vampirism characteristics. They will not have a thirst for blood, since they will not physically acquire the fangs. Which means, no temporary immortality. They will be sensitive to sunlight and have attained their abilities to walk on buildings, like a vampire.
However, they will not die by sunlight like real vampires, they will not feel pain from crosses, Holy Water, or garlic. It is not yet, certain, whether they acquire the hypnotic abilities or aggressive behavior. Researchers have stated that they do not. It is a risk you must take.
A minor defect to this curse, is the vulnerability to water. When water touches their skin, they will get minor burns or blistering skin, but it can be easily cured with a cooling charm that gets rid of the burns completely.
'Oh bloody hell! Vulnerability to water!? Cooling charms?! I don't remember seeing this at all!' He slammed the book shut. How was he supposed to fix this, he didn't want to take of the spell after working on it so hard, but...
"What am I going to do?" he voice aloud, hoping for an answer.
He bowed his head with despairing thoughts of expulsion, detentions, and large amounts of deduction of points. There was no way, Harry would know about getting rid of burns with simple cooling charms. He would go straight to Madame Pomfrey, she would recognize the symptoms... and the rest was history. He clutched his head in his hands as he wracked his brain to somehow slip this knowledge to Harry, without him getting in trouble. How? How!?
His head snapped up. "I'll visit him tonight." he whispered.
Draco lay in his bed, for 30 agonizingly long minutes, before the boys finally fell asleep. He got up quickly, and in one fluid motion, dressed and donned his black cloak. He sneaked out of the dorms and common room without a problem. His only problem now, was to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris.
He crept along the dank walls, straining his ears for any sounds. Hearing none he turned the corner--- and almost stepped on Mrs. Norris. She hissed at him, and Draco heard faint yet hurried footsteps coming his way. Panicking, he fled past the cat, running faster than he had ever run before. He rounded a corner, not looking behind to check if he was being followed. He looked up and saw the Infirmary ahead.
He stopped to catch his breath, he was probably making a lot of noise running down the halls. He proceeded to walk quietly towards the door and was just about to turn the doorknob.. when the doorknob itself started to turn. Covering his mouth from almost yelling out loud, he crouched down, wrapping the cloak tighter around himself. Using the darkness of shadows to blend him into the wall.
He didn't see, but heard two voices, distinctly male and female, leaving the Infirmary. He waited in bated breath, as the voices disappeared around the corner. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, pulling back his hood. He had recognized those voices somewhere. He shook his head lightly and focused on the task at hand. He opened the door as quietly as he could, wincing at the creaking of the door and praying the nurse was a deep sleeper.
He walked in and quickly shut the door. Now, all he had to do was find Harry's bed, leave an anonymous note to use a cooling charm for burns, and run like hell to his bed. A stupid plan but it would have to do.
Using only the moonlight as his guide, he silently cursed himself for not breathing his wand along with him. Retracing his steps in his mind, he found Harry's bed--- empty.
His brows furrowed. 'Maybe they already moved him to his own dorm, in the Gryffindor Rooms.' He was just about to leave, when the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Eyes widening, he looked up. There staring back at him, was a pair of narrowed emerald eyes.
Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, was crouching upside down on the ceiling, and glaring at the newest intruder in the Infirmary.
"Bloody hell. 'Nocturnal impulses'"
A/N: YAY!!! CHAPTER THREE IS DONE!!! what do you think??!! Is Harry gonna alright?? Is he now crazy?? Nah, you got to read the book reading I put in this chapter. It explains that he ain't bloodthirsty. Here's some answers to questions you might want to know:
Does his looks change?
Alright, uh, sure why not! His skin is no longer the delicious golden/honey tan. He now has pale creamy skin. Just like our darling Draco! Only Harry's paler, cause I want him to be. -
Is Harry going to want to drink people's blood?
No. He only has characteristics.
Does Harry have the super strength of a vampire?
Nope.
Can he turn into a bat and fly?
NO!! A bat.. and fly?? Are you people crazy?! Why would I want him to do that!?
Will Harry turn evil?
No…
Will Voldemort make an appearance and try to use Harry's predicament as an advantage?
Heh.. that's sort of my question, but I should add adventure to this story, too. Right? Or no.. make this fanfic Voldemort-free? What do you think?? XD