Disclaimer: I wish I got paid for this.
Rating: Whew.
A/N: I am never ever ever going to write a chapter like the last one again. I do not know what got into me. I reread it this morning and almost threw up. Sorry about that one guys. I hope this can make it up to you. Profuse apologies to by beta Yaoi ,who threw a temper tantrum after he read the last chapter.
Chapter 10
Harry had almost made it to his destination. He had opened his mouth about to say the password to get him into Dumbledore's office when a blinding pain careened through him. Harry gasped as his scar split open and his blood seeped over his face.
Blood coursed over his eyes and he wiped ferociously at them trying to regain his sight. When he diverted the river of crimson liquid he saw something very odd. Hovering at waist height was a stream of sparkling mist.
Harry followed it the best he could, he kept stumbling and crashing into the walls and statues. The mist glowed a light orange shifting into a dark yellow, beckoning him further into the twisted hallways.
The pain increased and the path turned a darker hue. Harry looked around in confusion. He did not know where he was he turned around and saw that the path disappeared as he passed through it. Grimly he turned back around and headed wherever this vaporous material wanted him to go.
Finally the path went straight through a portrait of a wizard that reminded Harry of Professor Snape.
"Let me in!" Harry heard his voice crack with strain.
"What is the password?" The painting even had the greasy quality of Snape's voice.
"I don't know it let me in! It's important. Please!" Harry pleaded with the picture even though he really did not want to see what the canvas covered.
"I will not let you in unless you know the password."
"I don't have time for this. Just open!"
"No" Finally Harry had enough, he was in a lot of pain and he was not going to be deterred by some idiotic picture that did not have the sense to know that in urgent matters it should let people through.
"Infernotium!" He shouted and a stream of fire blasted through the painting leaving only the charred frame and an oily smoke that hung in the air. Harry burst through the passageway only to stop dead in his tracks. There stood a nude Voldemort forcing himself into an equally nude Malfoy.
'Oh Merlin I am not going to kiss him now.' Harry shook himself out of his stupor and raised his wand. Neither of the room's occupants had noticed him yet.
"Shydoaw Steppe!" Draco went flying from his place in front of Lord Voldemort's crotch and crashed into his bed hangings. Both Draco and the curtains slid to the floor. Voldemort turned in a rage towards the one who dared interrupt his pleasure. Harry refused to even give him a chance.
"Avada Kedevra!" Time slowed down. Harry watched as the unforgivable pulsed its way towards Voldemort as if it was going through mud. Voldemort stood frozen his eyes wide with disbelief and a tinge of fear. The Dark Lord turned to summon his wand. The curse went straight into his heart.
Harry covered his ears as the bane of the wizarding world screamed. Harry could almost see the soul being ripped out of the quickly decomposing body. Then it was over. The silence was absolute.
Harry stood up shakily from his crouched position. There was a pile of ash where Voldemort had stood. A silent testament to what happens when you outlive yourself. Then Harry remembered Draco.
He rushed to the bed giving the soot a wide berth. Draco was on the floor half covered by the fallen curtain. Harry checked him for wounds but except for a slight bruise on his head Draco appeared to be fine, unconscious, but fine.
Harry looked around for something to put on the blonde so he could take him to the hospital wing. He found a pair of dark colored boxers lying by the bathroom door. Hoping that they were Draco's he picked them up and without removing the shield of fabric he slipped them on Draco's body.
He looked around the room once more and his eyes found a crumpled school robe at the end of the couch. From the fine quality of it Harry knew that it was Draco's. He walked back to where his enemy lay and untangled the pale limbs from the dark green trap of silk. He halfway picked Draco up and slid his arms into the robe. Fastening the garment as quickly as he could Harry rose again and took out his wand.
"Leviosa." Draco's limp form rose in the air and guided by the gentle touch of the Boy Who Lived, made its silent way through the halls past Dumbledore, the teachers, and most of the student body to the safe haven of the Infirmary and the warm comfort of Madam Pomfrey's arms.
A/N: I know it is short but I did not want to leave you guys mad at me for too long.
Rating: Whew.
A/N: I am never ever ever going to write a chapter like the last one again. I do not know what got into me. I reread it this morning and almost threw up. Sorry about that one guys. I hope this can make it up to you. Profuse apologies to by beta Yaoi ,who threw a temper tantrum after he read the last chapter.
Chapter 10
Harry had almost made it to his destination. He had opened his mouth about to say the password to get him into Dumbledore's office when a blinding pain careened through him. Harry gasped as his scar split open and his blood seeped over his face.
Blood coursed over his eyes and he wiped ferociously at them trying to regain his sight. When he diverted the river of crimson liquid he saw something very odd. Hovering at waist height was a stream of sparkling mist.
Harry followed it the best he could, he kept stumbling and crashing into the walls and statues. The mist glowed a light orange shifting into a dark yellow, beckoning him further into the twisted hallways.
The pain increased and the path turned a darker hue. Harry looked around in confusion. He did not know where he was he turned around and saw that the path disappeared as he passed through it. Grimly he turned back around and headed wherever this vaporous material wanted him to go.
Finally the path went straight through a portrait of a wizard that reminded Harry of Professor Snape.
"Let me in!" Harry heard his voice crack with strain.
"What is the password?" The painting even had the greasy quality of Snape's voice.
"I don't know it let me in! It's important. Please!" Harry pleaded with the picture even though he really did not want to see what the canvas covered.
"I will not let you in unless you know the password."
"I don't have time for this. Just open!"
"No" Finally Harry had enough, he was in a lot of pain and he was not going to be deterred by some idiotic picture that did not have the sense to know that in urgent matters it should let people through.
"Infernotium!" He shouted and a stream of fire blasted through the painting leaving only the charred frame and an oily smoke that hung in the air. Harry burst through the passageway only to stop dead in his tracks. There stood a nude Voldemort forcing himself into an equally nude Malfoy.
'Oh Merlin I am not going to kiss him now.' Harry shook himself out of his stupor and raised his wand. Neither of the room's occupants had noticed him yet.
"Shydoaw Steppe!" Draco went flying from his place in front of Lord Voldemort's crotch and crashed into his bed hangings. Both Draco and the curtains slid to the floor. Voldemort turned in a rage towards the one who dared interrupt his pleasure. Harry refused to even give him a chance.
"Avada Kedevra!" Time slowed down. Harry watched as the unforgivable pulsed its way towards Voldemort as if it was going through mud. Voldemort stood frozen his eyes wide with disbelief and a tinge of fear. The Dark Lord turned to summon his wand. The curse went straight into his heart.
Harry covered his ears as the bane of the wizarding world screamed. Harry could almost see the soul being ripped out of the quickly decomposing body. Then it was over. The silence was absolute.
Harry stood up shakily from his crouched position. There was a pile of ash where Voldemort had stood. A silent testament to what happens when you outlive yourself. Then Harry remembered Draco.
He rushed to the bed giving the soot a wide berth. Draco was on the floor half covered by the fallen curtain. Harry checked him for wounds but except for a slight bruise on his head Draco appeared to be fine, unconscious, but fine.
Harry looked around for something to put on the blonde so he could take him to the hospital wing. He found a pair of dark colored boxers lying by the bathroom door. Hoping that they were Draco's he picked them up and without removing the shield of fabric he slipped them on Draco's body.
He looked around the room once more and his eyes found a crumpled school robe at the end of the couch. From the fine quality of it Harry knew that it was Draco's. He walked back to where his enemy lay and untangled the pale limbs from the dark green trap of silk. He halfway picked Draco up and slid his arms into the robe. Fastening the garment as quickly as he could Harry rose again and took out his wand.
"Leviosa." Draco's limp form rose in the air and guided by the gentle touch of the Boy Who Lived, made its silent way through the halls past Dumbledore, the teachers, and most of the student body to the safe haven of the Infirmary and the warm comfort of Madam Pomfrey's arms.
A/N: I know it is short but I did not want to leave you guys mad at me for too long.