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: Hiya! I'm dishing out chapters, hopefully it'll make up for when school will start. sighs That's why, I'll make my chapters longer! Anyway, chapter six! What's going to happen? Actually, I haven't the faintest idea.. I'm just gonna wing it. I have a small idea.. Ah well, hope yah like it!
His heart thudded harshly in his chest. His legs pumped harder and harder, as he ran blindly away from the Great Hall. He didn't even apologize for almost running Remus over. His whole body ached, he felt like he was being burned alive. He vaguely heard someone call his name, but that only urged him onward. He turned a corridor, and hid behind the wall.
Ron ran past, quickly followed by Hermione. Harry slid down the wall, a few tears leaking. 'What's happening to me?' he looked down at his hands, it seemed that only the skin that wasn't covered, was harmed. Harry blinked some tears away. He needed to calm down, crying wouldn't solve anything.
Suddenly disgusted with his reaction, he failed to notice a shadow loom above him. Looking up, he stared right into the face of his Potions Professor.
"P-Professor.. I--"
"Save your excuses, Potter. Can you stand up?"
Nodding slowly, he did. "I-I don't know what happened.. My arms and--"
"Hold your tongue, boy! You can explain later. Now follow me."
Gulping, he hastily followed as Snape quickly led him to his private chambers. Harry blinked. He had pictured Snape's room to be cold and dreary. But.. It was actually homey, in a way. His room was decorated with Slytherin colors, but it still had a lightness to it.
Snape motioned him to a chair, and disappeared into another room. He took this opportunity to look around. There was a large bookcase with a number of books. Some obviously dealt with potions, and there were a number of books dealing with the defenses against dark arts.
Snape returned back, carrying two vials of green liquid. He sat down across from Harry. "Let me see your hands." Harry leaned forward, and held out his hand. Snape took hold of it, and pulled the sleeves back to see what part of his arm was covered. The red blisters went up to just below his wrist. Snape took one of the green vials, pouring it in his hand, Harry noted that it came out slowly, as if it was some type of glue.
He applied it to a small part of his hand, and waited a moment. It burned him slightly, but he ground his teeth and took it. Snape peered closer, but there was no reaction. Muttering darkly, he cleaned it off with his wand. Harry's blisters still stayed. Grabbing the other vial, he seemed to debate with himself silently, an odd look on his face.
Harry looked back, wondering what he was going to do. Snape pulled out a small cloth, and put it to the mouth of the vial. He tipped it over slightly and put the cork back on. He grabbed Harry's hand, surprisingly gentle, and dabbed at the blisters. Harry instantly felt a cooling sensation, and watched with detached amazement as the blisters disappeared.
Snape repeated the action with Harry's other hand. He eyed Harry critically, seeing if there was anything else, but was satisfied to see only his hand were affected. Clearing his throat slightly, he chose his words carefully. "Potter, I have a few ideas in mind about this cause… I have a hunch on two particular reasons, but I'm going for the latter. This may be some type of.. Allergic reaction. Only a handful of wizards get this at their young ages."
Harry stared. 'Great, another thing that further puts me away from being normal.'
"If I am correct, you will have certain.. Vulnerabilities against sunlight, possibly water, and maybe other things. This vial, I want you to rub this on all your exposed skin, everyday. It might let up. But this is only a small solution, it won't prevent you from water, but it will stop any… unnecessary burns from the sun. If there are any other problems you encounter, You will come to either me or the headmaster. Is that understood?"
Still a little shell shocked, he nodded. He accepted the vial and put it safely in his pocket.
"If you need more. You will come to me, and I expect you to be discreet about it." he stood up, ending the conversation. Harry muttered a thank you and quickly exited. 'How am I going to explain this to Ron and Hermione?'
"Ugh! Where is he?!"
"Ron, calm down."
"Calm down? CALM DOWN? Did you see what happened to Harry out there? Did you?! I'm not going to just stand here and do nothing! I'm going to go over to him, and ask him what exactly--"
"Ron, LISTEN! That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you. When we find him.. He's going through a lot. What I'm trying to say.. If we find him, we won't bother him about it. Let Harry tell us if he's ready. We can't keep jumping in and save him. You-Know-Who.. We won't always be there. Harry has always known that, but we haven't."
"Hermione.."
"No! We'll always be there for Harry, and nothing will keep us apart. We are going to help him get through this, but we'll also give him space. Harry will come back. We need to trust him. He'll probably be waiting in the Gryffindor common room as we speak. Classes can very well go to hell, for all I care!"
Ron stared. Hermione had just said something bad about classes. Was the world ending?
"Let's go!" Seizing his hand, she dragged him to the common room.
He stalked down the hall. He walked with a purpose, while still retaining his regal poise. His letter still clutched in his hand. He was going straight to his room to write his father and tell him--
'Tell him what? You won't do the plan because you have sudden feelings for Harry Potter?'
'You again?! Who are you? And what are you doing.. In my head?'
'That's for me to know, and for you to find out. You slytherins were always impatient.'
He glared at nothing in front of him, as if the person was right there.
'Look, I don't know who you are. So leave me the hell alone.'
'I may be absolutely charming and amiable, but I don't take kindly to rudeness.'
'Oh really. My deepest apologies, your majesty. I meant to say, Leave me the hell alone, you royal pain in the arse!'
'That's it! You asked for it!'
"Oh, really?" Draco said aloud. Not even caring if anyone heard. He was grouchy, and was given a letter from his father to meet him outside the Forbidden Forest of all places, and he expected him, Draco Malfoy, to just bow down and---
SWISH!
Draco lurched forward on instinct. He turned around, eyes widening when he found a rather large axe wedged right into the floor exactly where he was standing. Eyes traveling up, he saw one of the armor knights that regularly stand along the wall, struggle to pick up the axe.
Momentarily stunned, he watched with detached fascination as it successfully pulled out, and holding it in front of him. The horrible creaking from the armor finally snapped him out of it. He pulled out his wand, "Reducto!"
The armor went flying backwards down the hall. Grinning satisfactorily, his victory was short-lived.
"Mr. Malfoy!"
He winced and turned around. Professor McGonagall looked livid, her left foot tapping rapidly on the floor. "Will you kindly tell me, as to why you have just sent one of Hogwart's very own armor suits straight down the hallway, making enough noise to wake up the very founders of Hogwarts?!"
Draco cringed. Her voice had steadily grew louder. "Not to mention, all the other classes in this corridor! Well?" Draco froze. His mouth failing, and words dying.
"Well then, 35 points from Slytherin," he opened his mouth to protest at the large amount of points.
"And you will have detention with Hagrid. He was going to pick certain herbs on the outside of the Forest. I think it's a perfect opportunity to teach you how to not destroy Hogwart's own property. I will send you an owl by dinner, when to go to your detention." She gave him another angry look. Pulling out her wand, she had summoned the knight and put him back in his place.
She turned and left.
'Now don't you feel bad? You lost your house 35 points. Shame, shame, Draco.'
'What!? You almost beheaded me!'
'Actually, I got you a safe excuse about being outside after dark, near the Forbidden Forest no less. I think you should thank me.'
'Thank you!? THANK YOU!?'
He felt the voice sigh in his head. 'Look, Draco. I can't tell you my purpose. But I'm really here for your sake, and more of Harry's. You'll just have to trust me. Just go with what your father's planning. It'll turn out alright in the end. This is meant to happen, and you can't change it.'
Draco growled in frustration. The voice, he knew, was sincere. But sometimes, he was so insufferable. He really felt like he was going insane. Stopping, he realized he was late for History of Magic. Turning, he sprinted off into the direction.
They opened the portrait. Hermione was relieved to see Harry, asleep on the couch. She walked over to him.
"He's like a brother to me, Hermione. Like a little brother. He gets into so much trouble.. It's… and us! Look at us! All those adventures when we just started here.."
"Ron! Your making us sound old. Look, we'll all be there for each other. One for all, and all for one! Just like the three Musketeers!"
"The three what?"
"It's a muggle thing."
"Oh."
They both sat down on the other chairs, staring into the fire. Lost in thoughts about the past and the future. They were rudely startled from their thoughts, however--
"Aaaaahhhh!!!!"
Ron and Hermione shot up, and ran to Harry. He was clutching his scar, tears leaking from his eyes.
"What's wrong with him?! Harry! Harry!"
His screams abruptly stopped. He was still holding his hands over his scar, his face in silent agony. But he was muttering something under his breath. "What's he saying?" Hermione whispered. They both had instantly fell silent. She listened closer, wanting to catch what he was saying.
She jumped back, as did Ron who had leaned over.
"R-Ron.. He's speaking--"
"He's speaking in parseltongue!"
And so he was. After realizing what he was saying, it seemed that they no longer had to lean in closer to hear what he was saying. The soft hissing was currently bouncing off the walls. It was slightly unnerving. Especially when the fireplace had suddenly gone out.
"Hermione.."
"Yeah?"
"T-tell me.. But.. Is your arm leaning against my leg or something?"
"No.."
"Oh.." there was a definite tremor in his voice, "Hermione?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Don't move, but I think there's a giant---"
Hhhhhiiiiissssssss…
They're eyes widened simultaneously.
A very large snake was currently encircling their bodies.
A/N: Dun dun duuun!! A cliffhanger!! Oh! What do you think is going to happen?? Am I gonna kill off Hermione and Ron right here?? Who's the voice talking to Draco?? What's this about allergic reaction?? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!?! NO ONE KNOWS!! I know I don't!
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