1The Malfoy Family Curse
By: Scarletserpent
Disclaimer: I only own Seamus Malfoy and the Evil and the Good and all those fun people, I do not own Harry Potter, or any other characters from the Harry Potter series. They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Rating: R for slash and a bit of language.
Warnings: OY! THERE IS SLASH IN THIS CHAPTER. THE R RATING COMES IN... checks watch NOW!
Summary: 5,000 years ago Seamus Malfoy bargained with Evil for his family to live again after their horrific deaths of a strange disease. Evil grants his wish, but in return the Malfoy family must serve Evil for all of eternity... Can anything break this curse? Or anyone?
A/N: I am so, so, so, so, so, so, SOOOO sorry everyone! I had huge writers block, and I have just been lazy. BAD AUTHOR Sorry!! I would like to recap a bit for everyone:
Harry and Malfoy are bound to the Malfoy Family Curse, to figure out what it is, and get rid of it.
Draco found out that the reason they are both bound is because they share a True Love bond.
They kissed in the library, and that triggered the Curse, which became Draco's evil alter ego.
Draco is now trapped in his worst nightmare, and Harry is trying to figure out what is going on.
I hope that covers everything. Much love to all the readers. I will respond to the reviews I got months ago now... Thanks again,
Lyonessheart- Oh my, I did update so long ago and now I've failed to do so for months. I am terribly sorry. But yes, Veil is an anagram for Evil, aren't I so clever? Lol. Thank you for reviewing!
Shadowcat9- Yes, Evil may actually be... gasp evil... but maybe not... Yes, I agree, Draco is being a bit of a jerk... but, it isn't his fault... and we'll see how things go.
TiGrrrrDYR- Ahh, my faithful reviewer, I feel so ashamed for leaving the story. Thanks, as always, for reviewing and brightening my day. And Evil and Good still have it! Woohoo!
Thanks everyone else for reading. Please R&R, tis my life!
Chapter 6- The Good Angel
Draco Malfoy was living his worst nightmare, both in reality and within his own mind. Once he had touched the Box of Hades he knew that his greatest fear had changed dramatically from the last time he had been within the grasp of the Box. He was standing in a room adorned in red and gold furnishings. Cautiously, he moved forwards, towards what he knew would be instantaneous memory loss after all was said and done. He shuddered slightly at the thought of what Hades had in store for him today.
"What, cold are we my pet?" A voice came from the other side of the room.
Draco whirled abruptly, only to be faced with a smirking Harry Potter sitting in a plush scarlet chair a few feet away. He was struck dumb, was this what Hades had planned for him? To see Harry? What kind of 'worst fear' was this anyway? "Harry?" He took a tentative step forwards.
"Malfoy?" Harry replied, his voice filled with some unknown emotion. Draco looked at him confused, certainly Harry remembered the kiss. 'No!' Draco's mind fought against the power of Hades. 'This isn't real!' "What are you staring at, Malfoy?" Harry asked, eyes alight with a malice only Evil could produce.
"You, of course," Draco said, still fighting a battle with the power of Hades in his mind.
"Why would you be doing that now dear?" Harry asked, standing and making his way over towards the confused blonde.
"I... well... I..." Draco stammered, succumbing to the Box's power.
"You what, Draco?" Harry was closing in on him fast.
"I..." And suddenly there was no need for words, as Harry had taken Draco's lips into a forceful kiss. Draco was taken aback, this was nothing like yesterday's kiss in the library, yet he found himself enjoying it immensely. Harry pried his lips open and plunged his tongue into Draco's mouth, plundering and claiming it for his own. Draco's hands found their way to Harry's messy black mane and tangled themselves in it, reveling in the sensations surrounding him. Harry pulled him closer, grinding their pelvises together so that it almost hurt.
Harry removed his lips from Draco's, and trailed searing kisses to his ear, and whispered, "Now, my pet, what shall I do with you?"
Draco moaned low as Harry's lips moved downwards, finding the hollow of his neck. Suddenly, Draco found himself lying on a scarlet bed naked, with Harry straddling him. Logically, he should have wondered at this sudden change of scenery, but Hades was playing for the big ones, and Draco had only eyes for Harry.
Harry trailed kisses down his lover's chest, stopping to caress each nipple until it was fully erect. He looked up into Draco's eyes and smiled saying, "What do you want, Draco? Tell me."
Draco moaned, as Harry hovered over his erection. "Want... please... just... do it!"
"Do what?" Harry whispered seductively.
"Take me!"
And Harry did indeed. They made love for hours under the scarlet sheets. Harry had claimed him, and at the moment of climax he had even said, "I love you, Draco!" Draco was sated, and the happiest man alive. That is, until Harry moved, getting out of the bed quickly, as if disgusted by being anywhere near Draco.
"Harry?" Draco queried, his voice trembling slightly.
"What?" Harry snapped, as he pulled his black jeans back on hastily.
"Where are you going?" Draco knew he sounded naive, but he just couldn't help it, he felt so vulnerable.
"Away, obviously," Harry replied.
"Why?" Draco asked in a very small voice.
"What? Did you think I would stay here with you? Cuddle for a little while, and proclaim my undying love for you? Oh wait, I already did that. Sorry Ferret, but I have better things to do than waste my time with the worst fuck of my life," Harry sneered down at the wide-eyed blonde.
"Wha...? I don't understand," Draco said.
"You sniveling idiot, 'Oh Harry, I don't understand!' Don't be such a girl! Did you honestly think that I loved you? Good grief Malfoy! You were just another fuck. Number 21 actually, my lucky number. Obviously not yours."
"Harry... why are you doing this?" Draco asked boldly.
"Why am I doing what? Leaving? Because I have other, better, people to screw, that's 'why I'm doing this.'" He imitated Draco's voice. "Besides, you screamed like a girl, I hate screamers."
At this, Draco's lower lip began to quiver slightly. "H-Harry... don't go! P-Please, I'll do anything!"
Harry looked down at him disgusted. "You blithering idiot, you just don't get it do you? I. Hate. You. It's nothing new. So, do I have to repeat myself, or will you get out so I can find another easy lay? Not that many could be easier than you, Malfoy."
"You... h-h-hate m-me?" Tears were fast approaching, and Malfoy's never cried. Malfoy's didn't allow themselves to be screwed over by Harry Potter either, he reasoned with himself.
"Yes, for bloody Christ's sakes, I hate you! I have hated you ever since I saw your albino white face for the first time. Stupid Ferret... Now pet, do as Master says, and get out of my sight!" Harry said coldly.
Draco felt his heart crumbling into a thousand million pieces at his words. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Harry was supposed to love him, like he said he did. Draco didn't try to hold back the tears this time, he began bawling outright.
"Oh you ridiculously stupid Slytherin! You are ruining my bedsheets, now get out of my bed!"
"No! Harry, no! I love you, Harry! Please..." Draco sobbed uncontrollably.
Harry looked down at the boy and felt a slight tug in his heart, and he almost felt bad for the disheveled lump on his bed. Shortly, he dismissed this idea, and dragged the boy from his bed, and threw him outside. "Bye, Ferret."
In reality, Harry was exhausted from trying to research whatever Draco had found out in the library that day. So far, he didn't understand the connection between the True Love books and the connected binding. He was pacing around his dormitory, pondering how exactly to tell Hermione about his encounters with Draco.
"Well Hermione, you see... Draco Malfoy and I are bound to this Curse, and he was carrying these books in the library when we..." he started, but snorted at himself. He sounded like some kind of drunken idiot... he wasn't even making sense to himself.
"Hermione, hey, look I had this dream about Draco Malfoy... except not like you know in a gross way, but..." he tried again. "This isn't working," he said to himself.
"You bet it isn't," a voice from behind him said sarcastically.
Harry turned around slowly to face whatever was behind him. An angel was sitting there, perched on his bed, looking extremely bored. It's face was pearly white, and shimmered with an ethereal glow. It was difficult to tell where the angel ended and it's robes of the same color began. It's hands were delicate and small, and rings of silver adorned each finger, all having different colored stones. The angel was so bright that Harry had to avert his eyes for a moment, trying to adjust to the glow surrounding it.
"So, you're going to tell your friend about you and Draco Malfoy. And you're having a difficult time doing so?" The angel spoke with an almost musical quality. It was difficult to tell whether it was female or male.
"Umm... yes, that would be the problem," Harry replied, looking a bit flabbergasted.
"Well, it's a good thing I showed up then. Look, I don't have much Time here, so we have to make this quick. I am called The Good, and I represent all that is good in the world, obviously. Most people see me as an angel, as you do. I am here to help you out regarding a certain... thing." The Good cringed slightly, this was going to be difficult. By using the words Curse, Evil, or Oath It would be alerting the Evil to It's plans.
"Uh, sure then. That is... cool. What is it you're helping me with. Does it have to do with this Cu..." The Good cut him off quickly, placing a pearly white hand over his mouth.
"Yes, and do not speak that word, it will alert... others to my presence here," It warned.
"Oh, okay then," Harry said weakly, after the Good removed It's hand. His mouth felt all tingly and strange. 'Must be the 'Goodness' rubbing off on me...' Harry thought to himself.
"Yes, that is what it is Harry," The Good replied to his thought. "Anyhow, to break It, you must first break Mr. Malfoy out of his own nightmare. He is trapped in the Box of Hades, an instrument used for torture that makes one live out their worst fear. You must find the Box and touch it, whilst thinking of Draco. His fear could be anything, so you must be prepared for the worst. Just remember, when you think all is lost for certain, the light in the eyes of the people created by the Box will glint red, signifying that they are not real. You must remember that the light means they are not real. They are a figment of Mr. Malfoy's imagination brought to life."
"Okay, so the light means they're fake. Is there anything else I should know?" Harry asked, his head swimming with questions.
"Oh yes, the nightmare is real. The fake things are there because you believe they are, but once they're there, they are real. They can inflict any injuries they wish to, and they can kill you at will. You must make sure they do not kill you, or all is lost."
"Oh, okay then, so I am going against all reason to save Draco Malfoy, my former nemesis from his worst nightmare, except the nightmare is real. That is just bloody lovely," Harry's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes, but True Love can overcome this particular trial, I am sure."
"Oka... Wait, did you say True Love? What does that have to do with Draco and me?" Harry looked spectacularly confused at this.
"Oh yes, you and Draco share a True Love bond, hence the reason the... thing... was passed onto you. So there is no need to go formulating a way to tell your friend. No doubt you know all about True Love bonds from all the reading you've been doing?" It asked, gesturing towards the books strewn across his bed.
"Okay, I may have kissed the guy, but that does not mean we are in love. Let alone True Love..."
"Denial is not only a river in Egypt, Harry. Look, the sooner you accept it, the sooner you can go find Hades Box of Cruel and Unusual Forms of Inhumane Punishment..."
"Huh?"
"Oh, that was it's original name, but they figured that was too long, so they shortened it to the Box of Hades after a century or so." Harry looked openly astounded. "Yeah, they're kind of the Lords of Stupidity. Anyways, I have to hint you to the location of said Box, don't I?" Harry nodded slowly, barely able to comprehend what was whizzing through his brain. "You shall find it in the Never-Ending Room, where your True Love found his childhood Doom. To the House of Bad Blood go, or True Love you shall never know."
Harry looked on the verge of laughter, despite his utter confusion.
"Hey!" Said the Good, looking offended. "I didn't come up with it!"
"Sure... sure..." Harry replied, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes.
The Good looked slightly put-out, so the Gryffindor tried his very best to stop his hysteria before the angel decided to take off without helping him a little more.
"So, umm, Good... what exactly is the House of Bad Blood? And what is the Never-Ending Room?" Harry asked politely.
"Haha, that, my little friend, is for you to find out on your own. I would start brushing up on those ideas you were going on about earlier, you may need some help on this one." The Good looked highly amused.
"Great, so I get a really bad, undecipherable rhyming riddle, and no hint for the hint... That is bloody brilliant." Harry slumped a bit. "I guess I'd better figure out a way to tell Hermione about this mess then, eh? Maybe in a month or so I can figure out a good way."
"Oh, no need for that, Harry. She's standing right outside, just waiting for me to disappear. Hello, Hermione. See you later, Harry!" The Good vanished, a slimy rope forming around It's pearly neck before It disappeared from Harry's vision.
"Lovely," Harry muttered to himself, as Hermione stormed in.
"Harold James Potter! What is going on?" Hermione sounded uncannily like Mrs.Weasley when she was angry.
"You heard the angel, stupid, riddling, conniving bas..." He stopped at Hermione's Death Glare.
"You have some explaining to do. What is this about you and Malfoy? And what was the 'thing' that you couldn't talk about?"
Harry set about explaining the Curse, and Hermione, being her brilliant self, figured out the rest by herself. "So, the Curse was transferred to you through the True Love bond?! Oh Harry, that is so rare. I don't think it's happened in over 1,000 years!"
"Well, it won't matter if I don't find Draco, now will it?" He asked snidely.
"No need to be rude, Harry. I understand the riddle... It's ridiculously childish, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I got a kick out of it too. I think the Good was ready to beat the living daylights out of me until It realized It had the upper hand, cause I'm such a dunce at logic."
"Yes, well, it means that you need to go to Malfoy's house," Hermione suppressed a small shudder.
"Hermione? I know this is all kind of sudden, I didn't even know I had this bond until that angel thing showed up you know... and I know Dra... Malfoy's been an asshole to you ever since first year..." Harry looked concerned.
"Harry, dear, it is not a huge deal. Sure, the guy was a bit of a prick, but after knowing that he has lived through his worst nightmares, it gives the teasing a bit less of a bite," Hermione replied. "Besides, if you love him, or will love him, then that is okay with me. As long as he doesn't hurt you, because then I'd have to kick his Ferret butt to Mars."
Harry laughed. "Thanks, Hermione, that means a lot."
"Anytime, Harry."
"So then, I have to go to Draco's house, huh?" He asked.
"It would seem that way. And who said anything about you going alone?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Hermione, it is my job to save Draco, not yours," Harry replied slowly.
"Sure, but I'm going whether you like it or not mister," She said, poking him in the chest for emphasis.
"Hermione, I have the Invisibility Cloak, I'll be fine. No need to mother me..." Harry looked embarrassed.
"Harry, I'm not 'mothering', as you so kindly put it, I'm simply looking out for my best friend. And Invisibility Cloak or no, you are still a walking disaster zone. Knowing you, you'd walk into the spirit Lucius Malfoy two feet onto the grounds. No, I'm going, and that's that," She finished.
"But..."
"No buts, I'm going. So, let's get ready, I'm itching to try out some of new hexes and curses I've just learned for my extra credit project."
Harry laughed, "Well, all right. I suppose you're right." He sighed heavily, everyone he knew seemed to get into more trouble the longer he knew them. Draco was already trapped in his own mind, and they had only spoken pleasantly to each-other for the first time two weeks ago.
"Come on, go get your Firebolt, we're off to Malfoy Manor!" Hermione fake-cheered.
The Good was currently face down on a particularly nasty cloud, with the Evil's foot hovering over It's head. Suddenly, It felt a tug on It's 'Leash from the Deepest Depths of Hell' as It had come to call the slimy thing around It's neck.
"Good," The Evil began in a sickly sweet voice. "What exactly is it that you were doing down there when you were supposed to be convincing the Potter boy that he was not, in fact, in love with my Malfoy?!"
"Your Malfoy, possessive a little?" The Good snorted.
"Shut up, I am your Master!" The Evil whined before composing Itself. "You shall not speak to me in such a manner, Good." It said loftily, stepping forward.
"Well, your Majesty of all Fallacy and Imbecility, that is nice and everything, but I do not bow to such creatures as yourself."
"Why do you insist on calling me such insulting names, Good? It isn't healthy to bear a grudge you know," The Evil snickered. "Now, what did you do down in the Mortal Realm? The Potter boy and his little bookworm friend seem to be heading for Malfoy Manor, not that they'll get very far into it with the traps I've set," The Evil proclaimed.
"Sure," The Good rolled It's eyes, "Look, you've obviously got me all figured out, so can I go now?"
"Of course I have you figured out, you're altogether too easy to read," The Evil said, although It had no idea what had happened.
'Evil is such an idiot... No matter, I'll sort out the whole Manor trap thing...' The Good thought to Itself. "Of course you have oh Evil one," The Good replied out loud.
The Evil narrowed It's eyes with suspicion. It said to Anger and Hate, "Keep Good under your close supervision for the next few hours, will you?" And to the Good It said, "Watch it Good, I know you're up to something..."
The Good shrugged, and let Itself be transported away by Anger and Hate.
"And now... for my bubble bath!" The Evil said gleefully, and hopped off to have a merry bath... conveniently forgetting the lighting he had created earlier for 'scarier effects'. Needless to say, the Evil was nursing some wounds after his bath.
A/N - Oh dear, I'm so sorry about not updating, I had major writers block for a while there. But, I am back, and I hope you will all REVIEW, because I am in love with reviews! They are so awesome! Thank you all for reading!
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