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: Sorry for the long wait!! I was just thinking of what should happen in chapter four.. Yeah.. The thing about Voldemort. I've decided to include him.. Hopefully that won't be a horrible idea. Well, don't want to keep you long, here's chapter four!

A scream tore through the darkness.

Voldemort smiled. He raised his wand, cutting the curse of momentarily. "Now, tell me, who are the member of the resistance against me?"

Sobbing and cursing, yet the victim did not yield.

"It's a pity, really.. But I did grow tired of your screams. Goodbye." In a horrible flash of green light, the man died.

Voldemort's smile was wiped off his face, however, he had failed at finding any information about Dumbledore's resistance against him. He was running out of options, and he needed to know what was going on against him. He would win. He would conquer. All he needed to do, was find out how.

He would need to strengthen his troops, Death Eaters alone could not win. The dementors were his, but there were spells against them. Hit with sudden inspiration, he summoned a book towards himself. It was a black book, aged beyond years, but held the most deadliest spells that existed. Even he, Voldemort, didn't know the true extent. "The Book of Secrets." he mused aloud. He opened it, the pages brown and brittle, yet--blank.

He summoned a quill and an inkbottle. "Salazar." The ink disappeared, only to form new words.

"Hello.. Tom."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed slightly at this, but ignored it.

"The war is yet to turn in my favor. Dumbledore, has an order, a resistance against me. I want to know how to defeat them. Give me the key."

It was a few minutes till the reply came, and not at all what Voldemort wanted to hear.

"Tom, Tom.. You have waited for years, to regain your body. Yet, you are impatient for a defeat. But, you must prove yourself capable. You have Slytherin's blood running through your veins, do you not? You are not thinking. What all potential rulers lack."

He hissed in frustration, he had not come here to be lectured by a dead wizard. He was about to retaliate with a very long reply, before the words disappeared and formed newer ones.

"Divide and conquer, Tom. You can easily gather more, to help you. But, they will always have an advantage, if they stick together in mind and body. Divide their bond, break it! Then, you will conquer."

The words disappeared. Voldemort sat, contemplating the words his ancestor had said. Everyone's hope, trust, and love, all were focused solely on Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. First step was obvious, split Potter's trust in Dumbledore. All he needed to do, was to plant a seed of doubt in the boy, and watch it grow-- into hate.

Draco gulped. He backed up, very slowly. The eyes, now with specks of golden in his emerald green, followed his every moment. Harry somehow let go of the ceiling, and flipped onto his feet as if he was an acrobat.

He almost expected Harry to lunge out at him, but he just stood there. Clearing his throat a little, "Harry?" he inwardly winced, hoping Harry didn't get angry at him for using his first name.

The eyes no longer narrowed, and the golden specks disappeared. "Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Thinking quickly, he lied smoothly.

"I've come to tell you some important information. I overheard Madam Pomfrey talking to one of the professors. They won't tell you why, but, you get slight burns from water."

Harry looked so confused, Draco thought it almost endearing. "How do you know this? How do I know you aren't just making this up?"

"You don't know, this is just something you have to trust me with."

"Well then, it's probably just a stupid spell someone cast on me. All I have to do is ask--"

"No!" Draco hissed.

Harry suddenly grinned, "Why? This is probably just some joke your making up, so I'll die of dehydration or something."

Draco suddenly was overcome with fierce rage. In two strides, he was standing very close to Harry, a little proud to see he was slightly taller. "This is not a joke! Just listen to me. Do I look like I'm lying, Potter!? Do I?" he snapped.

Harry's eyes widened a fraction, and he backed up a bit. He stared at Draco warily. "Fine. I'm taking this seriously, I don't even know why. But, the professors, they'll surely know how to--" Once again, he was cut off.

"They will not! This.. Cannot be known. It was cast by.. a death eater." 'Which is kind of true, since I'm going to be one. Malfoys always do.' "I'm.. still researching about this. To.. Help you."

Harry blinked. "Why?"

"Do you always need to have a reason?" he snapped back.

There was a brief flash of hurt in Harry's face, but was quickly covered with a blank look. Draco noticed, but didn't say any comment, since he felt a slight twinge of emotion too.

Awkward silence, ensued. This time, Harry broke it, with a yawn.

"I should be going. See you in the morning… Harry." Drinking in the shocked look on Harry's face, he grinned coyly, and slipped out silently.

Harry sat heavily down on the bed. He had forgotten to ask Draco about what had happened before he jumped down from the ceiling. 'Must be a side affect of whatever was cast on me.' he thought, before slipping under the covers and falling asleep.

In the Slytherin's dorms, Draco too, sat down heavily on his bed. He was thinking about what had just transpired. He had made up a lie about a death eater casting a curse on him, he wasn't even sure Harry would tell on him. He didn't even tell him about the rest of the problems.

'He'll find out on his own, I guess. I hope he's--'

'Okay?'

Draco blinked. He glanced around. "Hello?"

'Uh..hello?'

This time, Draco freaked. 'Who.. Are you? And how are you talking to me in my head?'

The voice seemed to chuckle in his head before answering. 'I.. Can't tell you that, Draco. But, you can say, you'll be hearing from me for awhile.' With a lingering laugh, the voice receded from his mind.

"Great. I really am loosing my mind. This was supposed to be a curse on Potter, what is it now?" he voiced aloud.

A/N: YAY!! CHAPTER FOUR IS DONE!! What is it now? Hehe.. Just to answer a few questions:

Is Harry a real vampire?

NO!!!

Will Harry die by sunlight?

NO!!!