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: Crikey! I finally get a chance to write. Hehe.. Sorry bout' that folks, but my family problems haven't been quite resolved. I managed to take some extra time, and work on updating at least two chapters for this fic. I apologize for the long wait! But yes, obviously, I am not dead! I will continue this fanfic, and so with my others. I'm currently working on the sequel to Marhabah, Egypt! I'm also working on chapter three for Bonjour, France! but it's going to take awhile.
Also, Bless the Child, that one is currently in the works. I don't really like how the storyline is going.. Perhaps I should edit a whole lot? I seriously doubt that would bode well with the reviewers, but I really need to know how this is going. If the storyline is dragging or anything, feel free to tell me. I'll either have to edit a few things, or hopefully keep going and patching up story plot holes.
Actually, what I'm really focused on updating is this fanfic, and Figlio Perduto. I've got dozens of ways I could proceed with that fanfic, and have no idea which one to pick. Ah, the burdens of a writer. Hehe.. Oh well, hope you enjoy this chapter!!
Groaning, Harry pulled the curtains more around his bed, careful to keep his hands from the sun. He reached one hand under his pillow, fishing for the almost empty vial Snape had given him, while his other was busy trying to stifle a yawn. Upon finding the small vial, he quickly used it to cover his exposed skin, before heading towards the bathroom to freshen up.
"How goes our plan?"
A pause. "Proceeding, My Lord."
"Liar! Your boy interrupted, Lucius, and I am wondering if this was.. Intentional."
"I assure you, it is not, My Lord. Draco is unaware of our plans, having only given Potter the jewel."
"Nonetheless, another failed attempt. My patience grows thin, Lucius. I want to see results, the death eaters are torturing Muggles by the dozen, they are doing a terrible job of covering. As much as I'd like to strike fear in the hearts of others, Fudge has provided the adequate cover."
"My Lord, If I may--"
"Silence! I have been thinking Lucius, and I think a slight modification in plans is in order."
"My Lord?"
"Yesss, a slight modification, indeed. A new advantage has opened itself to me, or rather, a new recruit."
"A new recruit..?"
"Yes, a very capable one. Leave me, now, Lucius. There are some things I need to take care of."
Lucius bowed low, and carefully exited. His footsteps echoed in the dank floors, as he headed towards the nearest room with a fireplace.
"A recruit.. I'll just have to see about this."
"Harry, mate, hurry! Breakfast started half an hour ago!"
"You go ahead Ron! I'll be down there in a minute."
"All right then, I'll save you a seat!"
Light footsteps are heard, followed by the sound of the closing door.
Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair, having suddenly gotten the chills. He brought the clasp of Neville's gift closer to his eyes, so he could slip it on. Hearing the audible click, Harry put the pendant above his Hogwarts robes. Smiling feebly into the mirror, Harry trudged down towards the Great Hall.
Draco sat impassively in his seat, staring mildly at the other Slytherins while mechanically feeding himself porridge. He couldn't quite understand it, but something felt out of place. Draco narrowed his eyes when he noticed only Ron coming down to eat by himself with Hermione. 'Where's Harry?'
'First name basis, are we?'
'You shut up!'
'No need to get flustered, just a noted statement, is all.'
'Yes well, keep it to yourself! You've already made me seem like an idiot in front of Longbottom.'
There was a pause, and Draco could almost swear that he could feel the voice carefully putting words together.
'He has someone new to get Harry.'
'What are you talking about?' A dull ache started to rise up from his stomach.
'You know of whom I speak. From the forest, do they watch. Never pausing in their nightly guard.'
Draco's spoon clattered back unto the table.
'What exactly are you trying to say?' he continued stubbornly.
Silence.
Sighing, he suddenly looked up to finally see Harry take a seat beside Ron. He absentmindedly noted the pendant still around Harry's neck, and remembered the incident yesterday.
'I need to go talk to hi--'
A fluttering of wings stopped his train of thought, as his elegant falcon dropped in front of him. Pausing a moment, he took the letter from its beak and proceeded to tear it open quickly. It read:
Draco,
Urgent News. I've gotten hold of certain information concerning Mr. Potter.
Draco's stomach lurched. Did he really know about what Draco was thinking at the moment?
He has informed me--
'He being Voldemort,' Draco snorted. 'His father could've used something better than calling him that.'
That there is a new recruit stationed at Hogwarts. For what reason, I am uncertain of, he has made a slight change to the plans. Unfortunately, neither of his trusted friends are aware of the real plan. I would like you to keep an extra eye out on your fellow Slytherins, or perhaps, others that are close to Mr. Potter.
'Exactly what the voice said.. Interesting.'
I expect to hear from you soon concerning this.
Lucius Malfoy
Frowning to himself, he carefully folded it, putting it in his pocket. Something was going on, and he did not like the fact that even his father was unknowing.
"Doing okay Harry?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason.."
Harry raised his eyebrow as Hermione surreptitiously went back to her breakfast. His two friends were giving him funny looks, but clearly not wanting to say anything. Shrugging it off, he idly played with his pendant, suddenly taking it off from around his neck to take a closer inspection. To Harry, the eyes flashed in the light, making it almost seem to come alive.
Looking at Harry through the corner of her eye, she caught Ron's attention. Inclining his head slightly, he moved closer so he could hear what she was saying.
"Harry didn't mention a thing when he got back yesterday. Do you think Dumbledore told him something really bad?"
Ron quirked an eyebrow and checked to see if Harry heard what they were talking about. "Maybe. Harry had come late, obviously. He probably needs space, 'Mione."
Hermione looked ready to protest, but stopped herself when Hedwig suddenly swooped down at their table. The two of them saw Harry break into a true smile as he reached out to stroke Hedwig's feathers.
The eye's of the phoenix flashed.
Before they could blink, in a flash of white feathers and blood, Hedwig lay on the table, blood pooling around her.
A scream.
Hermione didn't realize it was her, but she stared, horror stricken, as Hedwig's eyes tried to stay open. Harry's hand was still outstretched to pet it, a weird smile was on his face, but his eyes held a vacant look. Professor McGonagall had come down to see what was the noise about, but stopped at the sight of the dead bird in front of Harry.
Ron, seeing that Harry wasn't about to do anything, stood up to pick up Hedwig. Reaching out his arms, he lifted the bird in his arms, and silently followed the professor out of the hall. Hermione fearfully stared after them, before turning to her friend. She put a hand on his shoulder, since he seemed to just stare into space.
"Harry?" she whispered.
Harry brought his hand down, touching the blood on the table. Harry's necklace, Hermione noted, was in the same hand that was partly covered in Hedwig's blood.
"The first sacrifice." Harry whispered.
Hermione felt a cold shiver down her spine, applying a gentle pressure on Harry's shoulder to bring him out of his daze.
"Harry.. Harry.. Quit it! You're starting to really sca--"
Harry cut her off when his hands clenched around the pendant, blood starting to stain the phoenix. Harry's next sentence was something Hermione would not forget anytime soon.
"Everyone has a dark side, Hermione. It's those who hide it, you should fear most."
"How did it happen, Mr. Weasley?"
"I don't know, Professor. One minute, Harry was reaching out to pet her, and then she was just struck down by something."
"Are you quite sure?"
"Positive."
"Very well, you may go on to your friends."
Nodding, Ron turned to leave, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall calling out again.
"This ordeal will have not boded well with young Harry, I think it wise to help him."
Smiling at the protective tone she used, Ron excused himself from the room and walked down the empty corridors. Lots of things had been happening that were not good at all. Ron very much believed in bad omens, and this clearly pointed to it. There was something amiss, something going on with Harry that he was obviously not telling. 'If it deals with You-Know-Who, we're in for another rough year.'
After breakfast, everyone knew exactly what had happened at the Gryffindor table. Rumors were springing up, from the almost logical to the most bizarre.
"I hear Harry Potter killed it with his stare!" One Hufflepuff boy whispered.
"I heard You-Know-Who sent it to Harry, so it could explode right in front of him!" squeaked a small Ravenclaw.
"Your both wrong," a 2nd year Slytherin, who thought highly of himself, spoke to the two. "Remember that incident when Potter summoned that snake to Neville Longbottom's so-called rescue?"
Both nodded hurriedly.
"It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Longbottom's clumsy, obviously, but it just seemed to deliberate. No, Harry Potter planned that. It was just terrible luck that it happened to be one of his friends. Probably wanted it to be a Slytherin, he's going to kill off everything and make it seem like an accident."
The small Ravenclaw put both of her hands on her hips, glaring at the Slytherin. "That's nuts! I'm telling you, You-Know-Who sent it and--"
The Hufflepuff boy piped up again, "You-Know-Who did no such thing! He's Harry Potter! He can speak parseltongue, he can probably kill by staring at things he hates in the eye. You know, like that story about the Basiwisk!"
"It's Basilisk!" The Slytherin replied haughtily.
"Basiwisk!"
"Basilisk!"
"Basiwisk!"
"Basilisk!"
Similar arguments broke out, all talking about what happened. Harry pretty much ignored it, trying to forget the entire thing. He couldn't even remember much, it seemed more of a dream than real. He felt bad for losing such a loyal pet, but who cares? Harry paused. 'Did I just think that?'
Feeling slightly unnerved, he headed out for some fresh air. It would do him good to be away from all the accusing stares.
His breath came out in small gasps, his form lying under a tree. He was not yet used to this body. It was completely alien to him, and he wanted to be changed back. Narrowing his eyes, he thought back to his capture. He was caught totally off guard. Too focused on… it was of no importance now. He had a new mission. Given to him by some unknown source, he wanted to stop, but it was no use.
He heard the soft approach of footsteps nearing the outskirts of the forest. Either his hearing was enhanced, or the person making the steps were too loud, he did not know. All he was focused on now, was the driving force in him telling him exactly what to do. Kill.
A/N: END OF THIS CHAPTER!!!
Sorry, I couldn't make it longer. But I didn't think you guys could wait any longer!! Sheesh.. I'm seriously working hard to update Figlio Perduto though, since I want the chapters to be at least around 8 or 9 by the end of this year.