Hello everybody! You will have noticed my new penname; I got it from chapter 11. Anyway, this is a LONGGGGGGGGG chapter, so please Review!!!!!!!!!!!

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Me: Draco, poor baby, did she hurt you?

Draco: I don't like her anymore, have you ever tried to gat fudge out of your hair?

Me: but are you hurt?

Draco: and a cherry? What does she think I am?

Me: are you bloody burnt?

Draco: a bit. But I'll get Harry to make them better. *purrs*

Me: Hmph. *Sends Blaise as well as blow up Draco*

Vicky: Glad you like it! Hope you enjoy this! *sends Draco covered in acacia honey*

To everyone else, Enjoy!!!!!

Key:

An/prophesy/poetry

Draco thought

Harry thought

Normal

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Chapter 13

Draco turned and walked down a corridor which ended abruptly at a large snake engraving. Harry watched him puzzled.

I Fucking HATE doing this! Draco walked up to the picture, jaw clenched. "Salazar, serpent king, burrow to the outside." The snake seemed to stare at him expectantly. "To see how worthless we are." Draco continued through gritted teeth. It stayed still. Harry stifled a laugh. "Fine!" Snapped Draco, he hated grovelling, but this seemed the only way to get the snake to open the entrance. "See if you do better!"

Harry grinned, this will be easy. He shook off his cloak and walked up to the statue. The snake's eyes focused on him. "I do not know you, but I ssssssee your tongue."

"I am Harry Potter. Who'sssss sssnake are you?" hissed Harry in parseltongue.

"Do I look like I belong to a mere Wizzzzard?"  Asked the snake angrily.

Harry smiled, in his night wanderings he had come across many snake portraits, mostly in the Slytherin dungeons. They all acted like they owned the place. "I'm ssssssure," replied Harry smoothly, adjusting his tack to deal with arrogance. "Why do you grace the dungeonssssssss when you desssserve much better?"

"At lassst, a fork tongue who agreesssss! I am on guard duty, thissss passssage leadssss to the groundsssss. I told them it wassss fine, but they wanted to sssstop him coming back."

"Who came through thissss door?"

"Why the lord, of coursssssse!"

"Voldemort?" hissed Harry surprised.

"Assss humanssss call him, yessssss."

"May I sssssee the passssage the lord has graced" asked Harry cautiously.

"He hassss defiled them!" replied the snake.

Bloody portraits and their confusing stupid… Harry rushed in to try and pacify the snake. "He isss a mere worm. He mussst be sssstopped. I can do that. Let me through."

"I mussst not!"

"I musssst go through!"

"what of that albino? He grovelsssssss reluctantly to try and sssssssssssssssssway me. I let him passsss to avoid violenssssssse on hissssss part."

"He might get violent. I WILL get violent!" said Harry coldly.

The snake may have caught the glint in his eyes, for his said, "you may passs, itsssss on your headsssssssssss!" Harry dragged Draco through the wall mirage and into a well lit corridor as the snake slithered back into place.

~~~

"What did you just do?" asked an awed Draco. He had watched their conversation enviously, and heard Harry's last hiss, the tone of which screamed 'I'm evil, don't mess with Me.' he cursed himself for not just blasting the snake out of the wall.

"Parseltongue. Remember 2nd year?"

"Oh yeah." Draco remembered, he had the invisible scars on his back to prove that his father knew too. Draco remembered his words, 'this golden boy is even beating you at being evil! You are no son of mine!'

"It's cool; so many paintings have them, they're quite the gossip-mongers!"

"I've never heard one before. It sounds interesting. What did he say?"

"That he was guarding the passage because Voldemort used it to get in trying to recruit new blood, no doubt. And that you were a grovelling albino."

All of Draco's interest in the snake now left him. "Well Fuck Him!" replied Draco angrily, "That's the last time I ask him, and next time I'll just blast him into snake hell!" Draco was furious at the degradation. "Do engravings have a hell?" he asked as an afterthought.

"Forbidden corridor on the left. It's all writhing and not pretty."

"I'll keep an eye out for that!" Draco handed Harry on of the brooms as the tunnel opened outside. Harry held it in reverence; this was so top of the range, it was only available to multimillionaire premiere quidditch players.

"It's amazing!"

Draco approved of Harry's admiration. In all his pride, he still loved flying, and this was the closest to becoming a bird. "They are temperamental though, you need power to control them airborne, and not just physical." Draco's voice lost his superior drawl slightly as they talked about something that they were the same level on.

Suddenly Harry kicked off, thinking that if they didn't shut up, they would never get to fly. "Race you to the Whomping Willow!"

"You're on Potter!" Draco kicked off, marvelling at Harry's flight. He's a natural; the brooms been tamed! Draco made his mind up and zoomed after Harry catching him up as they reached the tree.

"Tie" Harry said breathlessly. "The broom has so much magic in it, I can feel it coursing through me like adrenaline."

"You tamed the broom Harry, it's yours."

Harry thought he had heard wrong; the boy who wouldn't initially let him use his shower was giving him a broom which cost a fortune. "You can't do that, it's too expensive."

"For normal people Harry, not for us." The way Draco said that sent chills up Harry's spine. Us! There's an 'Us'!!!

"How can I ever thank you?" asked an ecstatic Harry.

"Just don't get kicked off the quidditch team again!" Draco smiled.

"What's his name?" why did I ask that? I'm such an idiot, he probably will think I'm so stupid naming a broom and calling it by a name and not…

Harry's mind musings were cut short when Draco answered, "Silverflight." I thought I was the only one who gave brooms identities and don't refer to them by 'it'!

"Such a fitting name, considering his previous owner!" Harry blushed at his words, but continued, "What's yours called?"

"Dragonflame. Not original, but what can I say?"

"It suits his master. I love Silverflight, she's so beautiful. Thank you so much, Draco."

"No problem, it means I can have decent practises, and proper games." Draco threw something at Harry, who deftly caught it. He was about to throw it back when the tree below them began to move. The Whomping willow wasn't happy about the meeting being held above its branches. It decided that they needed to reconvene… It lashed up, hoping that aiming wouldn't matter with 'scared children on splinters'.

Harry saw the vine first, and grabbed Draco's broom quickly, realising that to speak would take too long. What the… was all Draco could think before a vine caught the tail of his broom, catapulting Draco off it like an angry see-saw. Harry turned, grabbed the spinning broom and put it next to his between his legs. He dived as fast as he could on order to catch the plummeting boy before he became the breakfast pate.

He flew below Draco and caught the flailing boy in his outstretched arms. Not as light as you look! The brooms sagged momentarily adjusting to the extra weight. But soon they steadied themselves and Harry flew, guiding them with his knees never letting go of Draco.

They landed on the far side of the quidditch pitch next to the forest. "Draco, are you ok?" the sincerity in his tone was evident. Draco looked up at the boy who was still cradling him in his arms.

"I think you can put me down now." Harry obliged, and seeing that his sarcasm was intact, he promptly dropped Draco, who yelped. Harry laughed at the scowling boy. "Hey, you did ask!"

"Hmph. Are all your brooms destined to be demolished Potter?"

"Perhaps, either that or just bad luck."

"Thank you for saving me, Harry. I know I'm delicious, but I wouldn't have wanted all those creatures of Hagrid's acknowledging it as they licked me off the grass!"

Harry laughed and threw the snitch back to Draco. But just before it reached him, it sped off in another direction. "Shit! Draco, I'm so sorry!"

Draco mounted his waiting broom. "Don't be sorry, help me catch it!" the boys sped off following the snitch. It teased them, winding in and out of the trees, deeper and deeper into the forbidden forest. Harry narrowly missed a few trees as he flew frantically trying to keep his eye on the green dragon snitch.

Suddenly, the snitch just stopped and dropped out of mid air. The boys sped by and had to reverse before following the plunging ball. It hits the ground soundlessly, and the boys dismounted. Draco picked it up, or at least, he tried to. That's strange… Harry tried to pry it from the ground. "It's like a magnet on metal. There is something underground."

"And the prize for stating the bloody obvious goes to…" muttered Draco as he stood up and conjured a shovel. "Go dig."

"Why me?"

"Because you lost it."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Yes it was."

Harry decided that arguing would do no good so he began digging. After a few minutes of working around the snitch he hit something hard. He dug around a large box and lifted it out of the ground with a grunt.

"I dug, you open." Harry collapsed to the ground by the hole and sat up. Draco stood over the box and pulled open the lid using the snitch as a handle. It flew off propelling Draco into a bush. Ignoring the stream of curses from the thorny bush Harry peered into the box. Inside was a mutilated head. On the forehead etched in with something jagged, was the word, 'AUROR' what the hell?

Draco scrambled out of the bush looking very angry. "It better be worth it! I have thorns everywhere!" he stomped over to the box and froze as he saw the contents. "What the hell is that?" he asked angrily.

"I don't know, it looks like a head."

"Of course it's a head, moron! It was a rhetorical question!"

"I think… I'm…" Harry rushed off to be violently ill behind a tree.

Draco stared at the mangled head. Someone had taken a lot of pleasure doing that… he thought back to his 9th birthday party; where his father had given the snitch to him…

#~~~Flashback~~~#

"Happy birthday, son!" Lucius descended the stairs to the main hall where a party was being held. He didn't shout and was as graceful as a cat, but the whole hall heard him and was silent. At the centre of the hall sat a little boy on the floor in a mountain of wrapping paper. He looked bored, but at his father's arrival he jumped up excitedly. His other presents were discarded as he ran to him. Father always did give the most precious presents…

The year before that, his present was a vial of mooncalf blood. Adding that to a glass of milk and drinking it before you slept gave the person have dreams of inner wisdom. The things that he would be told would only be relevant to him. So precious was the liquid that Draco had it locked up in his personal vault at Gringotts. It could only be used once, so Draco was saving it for when in dire need.

Lucius embraced the boy and gave him a small parcel wrapped in white silk. The young boy ripped it open and threw the silk behind him, to be caught by an apprentice house-elf called Dobby. He slipped away unnoticed.

The snitch flittered up level with Draco's face, as if evaluating him. It dropped into Draco's hands and closed its wings.

"I saw this, my boy, and I knew you were worthy for it. I obtained it from a pitiful wizard who wanted to get rid of it." A few of the men at the party sniggered at this point, but the excited boy in front of them didn't hear them. A glare from Lucius silenced them. "People only deserve what they deserve. It is a lie to assume yourself higher, and ridiculous to believe yourself lower."

The boy hugged his father and ran off to play with his new toy in the gardens.

#~~~End Flashback~~~#

How those words made sense now… My own father killed someone for me. A part of Draco wanted to feel proud; that his father loved him enough to kill someone on his behalf. But the other side of him knew that his father would have killed this man anyway, Draco's birthday or not. He placed the snitch with his rightful owner and shut the box.

"Harry?" he called, "Where are you?" the retching sounds had ceased. Draco looked around and found him slumped forwards leaning on a tree, slightly green in the face. He was crying. "What's wrong?"

"All dead, so many dead, my fault!"

"It wasn't your fault, it was my father's. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"Everyone relied on me to kill him, I should have!" Draco stepped closer to the boy and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Don't worry, Headmaster D will sort it out. He'll find out who the head is."

"Everyone is relying on me, I can't cope."

"Sure you can! You're as stubborn as hell! Now come on, lets get back to the castle before people realise we're gone." Draco picked Harry up and frog-marched him to the brooms. He picked up the box and placed it on his broom conjuring lashing to tie it secure.  They set off, first rising until they could see the school and then flying towards it. They got off on the grounds by the main entrance.

"Best not to go in together." Harry said sadly. He gestured for Draco to go in. he refused.

"Ladies first!" he bowed.  Harry laughed and hit him lightly. Draco watched him enter, his tinkling laugh still in his mind.

~~~

As Harry entered the common room looking for his friends, he was swamped by a group of Gryffindors he was sure Hermione had stationed there to watch for him.

"WOW Harry! Where d'ya get da Broom?" asked Dean.

"A friend gave it to me for a birthday present."

"Pretty rich friend," muttered Ron.

"But your birthday's in summer!" yelled Seamus.

"Yeah, well it covers that and Christmas for the next ten or so years…" Harry said trying to diffuse Ron.

"Who was it?" Does Ron always have to ask the wrong thing?

"I can't say." He glared pointedly at Ron. The others shut up realising that Harry wanted some privacy. Ron however, wasn't that observant.

"Why not? It's not your new girlfriend is it?"

"Who? What?"

Ron looked smug. "Hermione let on that you had someone."

"She did what?"

"Don't worry; you can date a Ravenclaw if you want."

"I'm not!"

"If you say so, Harry…"

"I'M NOT!!!"

"Fine then, jeesh, overreacting much?"

"See how you like it!"

Ron was about to reply when Hermione came down the stairs.

"What's all the racket? Harry where did you get that broom?"

"A friend!" cat-called Seamus. She looked at Harry, a question in her eyes. He answered silently with a brief nod of his head. Her eyes widened and she ran upstairs again dragging Harry with her.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me; just tell me EVERYTHING which happened."

"Um, Herm, I…"

"How many times have you heard me telling Ron, DON'T CALL ME HERM!!!"

"Sorry, Hermione. It's just we, I don't want to…"

"Never mind, we'll talk tomorrow. It's late. 'Night Harry."

"Night Hermione."

~~~

While this was happening, Draco had gone to Dumbledore's office levitating the box by his side covered in the invisibility cloak Harry had lent him. At his voice, the door opened. He walked up the stairs and was greeted by the head in a fluffy dressing gown and bunny slippers.

"To what do I owe this pleasure Draco?" asked Dumbledore, eyes glinting and focused not on him, but the box.

"I'm sorry sir; I wouldn't have expected that such an illustrious head would go to bed at 10:30."

"You mean my gown? Oh, I don't sleep; these are just more comfortable when I'm not expecting visitors. You can ask Harry just how many colours of slippers I have, he seems to find this time appropriate to visit me as well."

"Why would I speak to Potter?"

Dumbledore's smile widened. He glanced behind Draco and Draco followed his gaze. It fell on two portraits. One was of Hecate, in all her divine splendour. She was beautiful, and was dressed in a slinky blue velvet robe. She was having tea with the occupant of the other frame, Circe. They were talking animatedly. Draco groaned; Harry had told him that Hecate was the only portrait powerful enough to actually guard the 'Saviour' and that it was the entrance to his room. Circe however, was His Guardian. Circe was talking at great speed in a language similar to Greek to Hecate who was smirking evilly. Draco heard his name come up along with Harry's. He turned to Dumbledore, who was also smiling. Draco's feeble hopes of his ignorance were squashed.

"I'll just go then…" Draco made to slink out of the room.

"Aren't you going to show me the box you are hiding under Harry's cloak?

Surprised, Draco turned and passed the box to Dumbledore. He put it on his table and opened it. As he saw the contents, his eyes lost their sparkle. "The snitch was yours?"

"His." Draco answered solemnly.

"You may go."

"But Potter's cloak?"

"Oh yes," Dumbledore picked it up and walked slowly to the portraits, his age shining through. "Hecate, darling, would you please give this to Harry?" the portrait woman sighed and materialised in the room.

"All right Alby." She turned to leave, but saw Draco by the door. "Ooh, is that him?" she asked Circe. She merely nodded. Hecate purred and licked her lips, "Well, Harry certainly has excellent taste!" She arched her back seductively and put on a mock innocent voice, eyes wide, "Don't you think so, Alby?" the innocence was lost though as she sucked her thumb suggestively. In the background, Circe was in hysterics.

"Yes, well, it's not for me to judge." Answered a flustered Dumbledore.

"Oh, of course I forgot, you love your Miner…"

"Harry's cloak!" Dumbledore cut in. So the old guy isn't perfect! HA Take That!!!!

"Why of course! She took the cloak and waved to Draco. After seeing Dumbledore of all people be embarrassed, Draco felt his confidence flow back. He blew a kiss to Hecate who smirked and wrapped the cloak around herself and reappeared in the painting.

"You can go now, good night"

"You too, Alby!" Draco departed listening to Dumbledore's laughs resounding down the stairs.

Draco made his way to his room carefully avoiding all members of the female sex. He changed into pyjamas and got a glass of milk from a tray on the table. (Dobby had been there earlier.)

He went to his suitcases and got out a large chest. He opened it using a small key he had got from another suitcase. Draco got out the vial and added it to his milk.

Draco drank the now purple milk and got into bed.

Sweet dreams.