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A/N: Well, well, I will say nothing to it…….or maybe just one thing……JUST SIX REVIEWS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER?
I was so sad. I needed some time until I came out from my closet where I hid myself so that nobody could see my tears. Y_Y
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Chapter 16
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"Let go of me."
Alex stiffened, staring down into Harry's calm green eyes--but in their depths was something that send shudders down his spine.
Carefully he removed his hands from the beautiful face and stepped back.
"I'm sorry." He lied. "I don't know what came over me."
Harry stayed silent, staring at the boy who wanted to kiss him seconds before. However, in truth he didn't see the other boy.
All his thoughts were on the heat of the anger he had suddenly felt when Alex had touched him, had touched him like Draco had so many times before.
He wondered why. Surely, he didn't want to be kissed by Alex, who seemed to come from a heavy make out and directly wanted to seduce him. Nevertheless, why this anger.
This thought that nobody except Draco had the right to touch him like this.
With a low sigh, Harry turned his attention back to the courtyard, rubbing his stomach.
"It is okay." He finally said. "You just surprised me. I don't like that."
Green eyes flickered shortly to Alex.
"And make sure Draco doesn't hear about it." He couldn't stop himself saying, as if somebody else used his tongue.
Alex nodded and Harry was sure he heard him mumble something unpleasant, though he couldn't hear what.
He shrugged. It was Alex problem if he wanted to mess with Draco Malfoy of all people.
A low chuckle from Alex caused Harry to look at him again.
"I just had the thought--do you know that Harald has a crush on your Draco?" Alex grinned. "I mean he has it since he first saw him, two years ago or so. It was when the high and mighty Malfoy's visited our school in summer. Since then Harald's only goal in life is to have Draco."
His grin became brighter, showing all his teeth. For Harry it was more a grimace.
"And because you stand between Harald and his goal, he will try to break you two up. Who knows, maybe I help him to achieve that."
He stretched lazily, causing his half opened shirt to show his well build stomach, keeping his eyes on Harry.
Shortly Harry didn't know what to say. It wasn't because of Alex's nearly half naked state--for that he had seen Draco to often in a state with fewer clothes on and the blond looked a lot better.
It was what had been said about Harald.
That the German boy had a crush on Draco he had seen in Diagon Alley. His eyes had been on the Blond the whole time, memorizing every one of his movements.
It was the fact that Harald had loved Draco for so long.
Two years was a long time, especially for a teenager.
Harry knew the feeling to long for someone. Hadn't he longed for Cho Chang the third year and the fourth?
And now--
Harry frowned, searching for his feeling for the pretty Ravenclaw. However, like before there was just the memory of an old feeling. Nothing of the heart beating and the hurt he had felt every time he had seen her. The cold and sweating hands, the heart bounding like mad.
His first love seems to be nothing more than a fading memory.
He shook his head and concentrated on Alex again.
"I knew that he has a crush on Draco. I saw it in his eyes at Diagon Alley. However, he isn't aware of the bond between Draco and me. We are bond together for life." He sighed, still touching his stomach there were the tattoo was.
Suddenly he longed for Draco's touch.
He pushed himself away from the pillar, giving it a last caress.
It was time to return to the Slytherin. They had a lot to discuss. Especially the thing with the other ability of the tattoo, which was something that Draco, had to explain a bit more.
"Excuse me, but I will go now. Surely we will see us--Ahh."
A sudden agonizing pain exploded in Harry, causing him to scream out and doubling over. It ripped through him, as if something was trying to tear itself out from him.
"Harry?!"
Hands clasped his shoulders, but for him it was as if the body they were touching wasn't his.
Gasping he broke to his knees, not noticing the new pain as his knees met the hard stone floor. He was only aware of the pain coursing through him like flames, seemingly from everywhere.
He bit his lips to keeping himself from screaming, pressing his hands forcefully against his stomach, clenching his eyes shut.
What was happening to him?
From where came the pain he felt all of a sudden.
He moaned as another wave of pain erupted in him--pain, suddenly mixed with anger and fear.
His eyes flew open, blindly staring in shock.
This weren't his feelings.
This were--
"Draco!"
With a sound, half scream, half moan Harry jumped to his feet, much to the surprise of Alex.
The German boy could do nothing but to stare as the black haired boy dashed past him and down the corridor.
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"Damn!"
Draco stifled a scream as he met the wall, his wounded shoulder flaming up in new pain.
Gasping for air, he stared at Wenshore, his old servant--who now tried to kill him.
Staggering on his feet the old man stood in the middle of the room, blood dropping down the blade of his dagger.
His blood.
Draco grimaced and cursed his stupidity.
Why hadn't he moved earlier instead of standing like a dumb and waiting to be killed. Hadn't in been for the fact that Wenshore didn't seem to be able to control his body anymore he would be dead now.
He hissed in pain as he used the wall to steady himself. In addition, when he didn't get to Madame Pomfrey soon, he would bleed to death.
The blood oozing out of the wound at covered the whole right side of his shirt already, making the light blue colour seem almost black. Moreover, it wasn't stopping.
"Damn!"
"Who is that man?" Isabel asked, standing on her feet. Julius beside her looked as if he wanted to jump out of the painting and attack the attacker of his Grandson.
Silver eyes glowed with hate.
Draco couldn't stifle a smirk. Slowly he moved nearer to the painting, using the wall to support his weak legs.
"Don't you remember him? That is Wenshore. He served father for as long as I can think of, has always been there."
"I find it more important to find out why he suddenly wants to kill you." Julius interrupted, eyeing the old man.
Draco followed his gaze, blinking away some sweat pearls.
That answer he would love to have, too.
However, more important for him now was how he could defend himself.
His wand lay on the little table beside the couch were he had put it after entering with Harry. Even when he would somehow be able to get to it past Wenshore--with his wounded arm he wouldn't be able to use it.
The only feeling left in it was pain, flaring up every time he just barely moved it.
His only chance seem to be that he got out of these rooms and find help.
"Watch out, Draco." Julius warned him, his voice strained. "He has gained control over his body again."
Wearily Draco blinked some sweat out of his eyes. It was true--Wenshore had stopped to stagger, had gained the control over his body once again and slowly turned towards the blond Slytherin.
Draco shuddered as these dead eyes once again fell on him.
"Oh, Wenshore." He moaned whispering. "What happened to you? Who did this?"
The old man took a step forward, tightened his hold on the dagger. At Draco's voice, his head turned slightly to the side.
He opened his mouth--and started to speak.
His voice caused Draco to gasp in cold shock.
"What do you think of my present, little brother?"
"Aaron!?"
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The common room of the Gryffindors' was in commotion.
Every student seems to be here and everybody was talking, causing a riot that hurt in the ears the moment Remus Lupin entered through the painting.
"What the hell?!"
He raised his hands and covered his ears. Nobody was giving him any attention. He was sure that they hadn't even noticed that he had entered.
Frowning he let his gaze shift over the lot of children, until he found the two persons he had been searching for.
Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat on the couch before the fire, seemingly unaware of the ruckus surrounding them. Both had their attention on a book lying in Hermione's lap.
Lupin pushed himself through the students--and raised his eyebrows in astonishment as the noise disappeared, once he reached the couch.
"A silence spell." He said appraisingly.
Ron and Hermione's heads flew up.
"Very good, Hermione. I should have thought that you would find a way to escape this."
A blush coloured Hermione's cheeks.
"Thanks, Professor Lupin."
"What are you doing here, Professor?" Ron asked, leaning back. His eyes shortly darted to the students surrounding them.
As he returned, his gaze to the older man Remus noticed a darkness in them that had nothing to do with annoyance towards his housemates.
Remus swallowed a sigh.
He could think of what had caused this anger in the redhead.
"I'm here to speak with you. Both of you."
He nodded to Hermione. She had put the book beside her on the couch.
Curious Remus saw that she had laid the book so that he couldn't read the title on it.
Were they trying to hide something from him, he wondered.
It wouldn't be the first time.
When he thought back to the third year--
"About what do you want to speak, Professor? About the article in the Daily Prophet or about Harry?"
"The Daily Prophet is out of our reach. Professor Dumbledore is the only one who can handle that." Remus sighed. "Tough the damage is done. No, I'm here to find out if you have understood the situation Harry is now in."
Ron opened his mouth, his face red with anger and Lupin waited for him to explode--when Ron suddenly doubled over, the air leaving him in a pained gasp.
"Of course we understand, Professor." Hermione said, smiling, patting on Ron's back helpfully.
Remus raised one eyebrow. He could swear that he had seen Hermione ramming her elbow into Ron's side.
Why had she interrupted him?
Something defiantly was going on here.
"Of course we are angry." Hermione continued, ignoring Ron who shot her an accusing look. "But we are angry at Malfoy, not at Harry. We know it is not his fault. He had been tricked."
She leaned forward a curious sparkle in her eyes. "Do you know what Malfoy had done to Harry? What did he use that no one had protested against it?"
Lupin raised his hands. "Now wait, Hermione. Draco had done nothing of which at least Dumbledore didn't know of. The young Malfoy talked long with the Headmaster for what I know and nothing of what he has done, is against the rules of the school."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but closed him again as Lupin looked at her sternly with his golden-brown eyes.
"What really happened between Harry and Draco Malfoy is not my thing to say. But I know what there is to know, yes." He added as answer to the question in Hermione's eyes. "I give you the advice to wait until Harry comes to you himself and talks about it to you."
He sighed. "Even when it will be hard for him, with this article in the Prophet."
"Yeah, everybody will think the article is true, with Harry being together with the son of the greatest Deatheater." Ron growled out, in a safe distance from Hermione, clenching his hands to fists. "I bet this is all a plan of this weasel to seduce Harry to the dark side or to give him to You-know-who."
"I can assure you that nothing of what you say is in young Mr Malfoy's mind. However, you just have to trust me with this. I can't tell you more. I came just here to make sure that your friend needs you now to help him through the lies the Prophet has spread."
"We will be at Harry's side when he needs us." Hermione said emphatically. "By the way."
She leaned forward a bit and whispered, shortly forgetting the spell around them. "How did Sirius react to it? Does he even know about it?"
Ron's ears perked up in interest.
Lupin let out a sound, half growl, and half sigh. "Oh, he knows it. Heard from it the same moment I did. And was more angry as I ever have seen him before."
"Wow." Ron breathed. "And Malfoy still lives?"
Lupin chuckled a bit and rose to his feet. "Just because there were to many people around to stop him. But he had a argument with Harry that gladly had been settled already."
Slowly Remus shook his head, staring at the students, though not really seeing them.
"And it is good that there have settled it out. With James dead Sirius needs Harry."
Hermione and Ron shared a curious look. Never before they had heard, their teacher speak in such a nostalgic way.
Or about the past when he had been a student with Harry's parents and Sirius.
"I will go now. I still have things to do."
Another time Lupin's eyes swept over the arguing students. "Because of the article and the commotion it has caused, classes have been cancelled for today, but that means I have to find another subject for my first class tomorrow."
He nodded to the Hermione and Ron. "I will see you tomorrow."
Both of them nodded and watched silently as their old new teacher left the common room.
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With a pained gasp Harry again fell to his knees, barely managing to support his weight with his outstretched arms.
Cold rough stone tore skin of his hands, but it was just an irritation compared with the pain in him.
The pain that was much harder to bore with knowing that it weren't his pain.
That it was Draco's.
That something terrible was happening to him.
"Damn whoever does this do you."
Biting his lip bloody without knowing it, Harry fought himself to his feet again, clinging to the pain in his mind so he wouldn't loose it again.
Clinging so tightly--how exactly he couldn't figure out--that he felt an headache rising from behind his eyes that he almost welcomed because it were his own.
He wouldn't loose it this time, the ability to feel Draco.
Hands caught him as he stumbled slightly, preventing him from falling again.
"Here, let me help you."
Harry turned his head and stared at no other than Alex.
"You followed me?"
Alex let out a snort. "Of course. Something is obliviously not right and when you are so determined to get somewhere, even with the pain you're in--what can a boy do instead of help you."
He tightened his grip on Harry, slinging one arm around his back and Harry's arm around his own neck, nearly lifting the shorter boy up.
"Okay, where to?"
Gripping at Alex's shirt Harry nodded forward. "Down the corridor, then right until we reach a door. Draco's there." He added silently.
One of Alex's eyebrows rose in sceptic, but without saying anything he hurried followed Harry's description, dragging the gasping boy with him.
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"Don't you think that I've done a very good job here?" Wenshore said with Aaron's voice, mockingly spreading his arms and turning around before Draco's widened eyes.
It was a sick kind of show.
Wenshore's dead eyes looking straight forward, his whole body moving just like a doll made by a untalented person--and moving his bitten lips more like a fish then in the smooth way he formerly used to.
Draco's needed all his self-control not to throw up his breakfast.
"I never thought that you would sink so low to learn the sickening magic of Necromancy." He spat out, laying all his disgust in his voice.
Aaron laughed and Wenshore stopped, shifting his eyes on the wounded boy.
"Necromancy is a kind of art, little brother. A beautiful art that gives me so many possibilities; a lot more than the magic you and all the other wizards use."
"Does your master know of this?"
Draco waved at Wenshore's figure with his bloody fingers. Talking was getting harder with every passing minute.
In addition, it started to get so cold.
A bright grin parted Wenshore's lips, showing the left ruins of his teeth.
"What is the matter, little brother? Don't you feel well?" He eyed Draco, mock concern in his voice. "That wound really looks bad. What a pity that you can't go to the hospital wing to let your wound be tended too. How will you think the friends of your little beauty will react when he suddenly drops dead, following you into death."
"Shut your mouth!"
Stiffening a scream Draco brought together his last strength and fought himself to his feet.
Glowing silver eyes looked at Wenshore with blazing hate.
"I will not let it happen. I will not die here. Harry will not die. I won't let it happen."
Dead eyes moved over Draco's body.
"What do you think you can do? You barely can stand on your own feet."
Aaron's laughter filled the room.
Draco gritted his teeth and pushed himself away from the wall. He swayed dangerously, his legs starting to tremble under his own weight, but he managed to stand without help.
Clinging to the thought that he couldn't die that he had to fight.
Moreover, he had to live for Harry.
His heart clenched in pain from the mere thought of pulling Harry into death with him.
// Not like this.//
With Aaron's laughter in his ears, Draco's eyes swept to his wand. He just had to get to it.
It was his only chance.
He made a stumbling step forward--
"Where do you think you're going?"
Wenshore stepped between him, his arm with the dagger raised, pointing at Draco's heart.
Draco stopped. Silver eyes darkened as he glowered at the man that his brother had used for his own amusement.
"It means goodbye for you now, little brother."
Slowly the dagger rose, until its tip touched Draco's blood covered chest.
The doors burst open with so much force hit the wall with a loud thud.
Draco's eyes widened as he saw Alex Lange stand in the doorway--one arm around Harry beside him.
"Draco!"
Harry took a step forward, his green eyes wide with fear and confusion, as he looked from Draco to the stranger threading the blond.
Wenshore's head turned around to look at Harry. Bloody bitten lips turned to a grin.
"Well, well, what have we here? My lovely little brother-in-law."
It took all of Harry's strength to prevent his jaw to fall open.
"Aaron?!"
Wenshore chuckled and once again stretched his arms out.
"Yes. How do you like my appearance?"
Draco stumbled away from him, his eyes glued at him. His heart nearly screamed to keep his eyes on Harry, but he fought the urge. He didn't know why Harry was here, how he had known that he was in danger, but he wouldn't be any help if he stood and stared just dumbly.
He pushed the thought why this German was with Harry--and in such a state, with opened shirt and hair--into the back of his head. With that, he would deal later.
"I think your outer appearance now matches with the state of your soul." Harry spat, swallowing the sick feeling in the back of his throat.
Why was Aaron here in Hogwarts?
How could he be into the most secured place in the entire world--as Hermione liked to tell everyone--and into Draco's room nonetheless?
Never again, he would leave his wand in his room, he swore to himself.
His eyes swept to Draco--and his heart ached in pain as he saw his bloody figure hunched over in pain, silver eyes focused on Aaron.
Aaron chuckled. "My, my, you really have teeth, little kitten. How amusing."
Harry gritted his teeth. "Don't call me that."
"I can call you what I want, little kitten. And who do we have here?"
Dead eyes wandered to Alex who just stood beside Harry, his light green eyes watching everything, but especially the torn figure of the man before him, with calmness.
As he was spoken to, he just raised one eyebrow without saying anything.
"A friend of you, kitten?"
Harry growled at Aaron. What was with him making conversation when he obviously was here to kill Draco.
"I won't let it happen!"
A wide grin showed bloody teeth. "What, kitten? Coming here and kill my brother and his bonded? Obviously" He waved with the dagger in one hand, the blade dark with blood, "I can."
// I need my wand!//
He looked at Draco. He felt so much hate for Aaron, much more so than for Voldemort and he never had thought there could be an increase to that.
There had to be a way to overpower Aaron without his wand. He hadn't his wand either, being in this body and shouldn't be able to do magic.
They just had to rid him of the dagger and knock him unconscious.
Harry winced as a new wave of pain jolted through him, a pained moan escaping his throat.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Draco, kneeling on the ground, one hand pressed against his shoulder, new blood oozing over the fingers, colouring the light blue shirt black.
"Well, that is interesting." Aaron said. Harry threw him a hated look. "It seems that the bond is stronger than I thought. You're already able to sense my brothers feelings."
Draco's head rose in an instant. Harry smiled shakily at the slight shock, disbelief and proud ness in the silver eyes, feelings that he not only was able to see, but feel too.
Thought all of it was overlaid with the stronger feeling of pain--and coldness.
// I have to get him to Poppy. I have.//
Harry's whole body tensed up as Aaron suddenly stepped before him, blocking his sight from Draco.
"Maybe I will not kill you two." He smiled. "I think it will be more entertaining to watch how my little brother bleeds to death, taking you with him into death, kitten."
He bowed slightly forward, one hand rising to touch Harry's cheek.
"Even when it's a pity to waste such a beauty."
Harry swat it away. Though in the second it was before his eyes, he could see that the nails were missing. All there was, was bloody flesh were once the nails had been.
Like they had been ripped away from the fingers, in one forceful move.
He swallowed, bile rising bitterly in his throat.
Was had been done to the body that Aaron now was in?
It seem to be just a ruin of what once had been a man.
"That is Necromancy, isn't it?" A voice suddenly said.
Both Aaron and Harry turned their heads.
Alex smirked at the both of them and put a hand on his hip, a pure picture of relaxing, before he started to speak in a lecturing voice, as if standing before a class where he was the teacher.
"I'm pretty sure that this body is death. There is no sign of living in it and with all this wounds; I doubt that somebody would be still alive. And there is this aura." Light green eyes narrowed a bit, surveying the body of the old man. "It's kind of dark, lifeless. A zombie."
Harry couldn't help but to shudder. He only knew Zombies from the silly horror films that Dudley always used to watch when his parents weren't at home.
However, he never--even with all the creatures he knew now existed because of magic-- would have thought that such a soulless creature could be real also.
Aaron straighten up, interest in his voice as he eyed the boy.
"You are very smart, boy."
"That's true. Moreover, because of that I know that no magic will work on a dead body. So, even when Harry here would have had his wand with him, it wouldn't bring him anything."
Harry frowned. How did he know that he hadn't his wand with him? It could also be that he had hidden it somewhere in his robe.
Alex looked at Harry and winked at his puzzled expression. His eyes sparkled with mirth, adding just to his carefree attitude as if there weren't a dark creature before him and a bleeding boy in the room.
"I felt that you don't have your wand with you when I put my arm around on the way here. It gave me quite a chance to search for anything under your robe."
Harry felt how his face heated up, half in embarrassment, half in anger. He had felt Alex shifting his grip while he helped him, but he had thought that the other boy had searched for a better place to hold him up. That he had done it on purpose, to grope him.
In addition, that he just stood there without helping in any way--
Aaron let out a snicker as green eyes stared angrily at Alex.
"I so love it when friends start to fight with…."
His neck gave a sickening crack as his head flew forcefully to the side, causing him to stumble backwards.
Harry gasped and cradled his hand in the other, cursing slightly over the sharp pain rising in his sore knuckles. As if he wasn't in enough pain already, but he never would have thought that it would hurt so much to hit somebody. It had felt as if he had hit a wall made of granite.
Not that he had thought that he would attack somebody with just his fist ever.
He looked at the zombie that was Aaron's host for now, sucking on his burning knuckles, grimacing at the taste of blood.
It took the creature awhile to regain its balance. Slowly it turned back towards Harry.
"I never thought that you could be so brutal, kitten. When I would be in my own body I would have been very angry, but because its not so I forgive you. But I think you need to learn a lesson."
Dead eyes narrowed slightly--and without him doing anything, Harry suddenly felt a touch on his right cheek, tender and soft.
Aaron grinned as Harry's eyes widened. "You feel this, don't you? And I bet you wonder how I do this, standing several feet away from you."
Harry clenched his hands to fist, burying his nails into his palm, as the touch wandered down to his neck, slowly and teasing. He wouldn't give Aaron the satisfaction to ask how he did this.
He hadn't giving in to Voldemort and he wouldn't give in to one of his followers.
He just had to find a way to--
A startled gasp escaped him as suddenly the touch was on his belly, there were the tattoo was.
"You know, kitten." Aaron explained, sounding extremely satisfied with himself. "I have a power which you wouldn't understand even when I would explain it to you. Just that much: there is no chance that you could defeat me with your weak magic ability. I freed myself from the bonds that the magic nowadays lays upon oneself. I'm free of them and can do what I want. I even--"
The touch got more intensive, like fingertips pressing into the silk flesh of his belly.
Harry winced, but remained silent otherwise, glaring at Aaron.
"I even could rape you now without even touching you." Aaron continued, chuckling at the hate in the beautiful green eyes.
A sudden rush of hate and rage coursed through Harry, causing him to double over in pain.
"Don't you dare touch him, Aaron!" Draco screamed. He grabbed onto the back of the couch, trying to lift himself from the ground, but his weak legs refused to carry him.
Harry could see the long legs tremble under Draco's desperate tries to stand up and could feel the frustration and anger as the blond slipped back to the ground, panting heavily.
Before he even recognized that he had moved he was at Draco's side, his arms around the blond, steadying him before he could fall down completely.
Silver eyes met his just inches from apart from each other.
Harry had the feeling to drown into these silver depths, forgetting everything else around him.
A mock coo from behind him tore him out of it.
"Ahhh isn't this sweet. The two lovebirds. How glad you must be to die together."
Harry turned his head and just continued to glare at Aaron. In him, he felt so helpless like never before. He could feel how Draco was getting weaker with every second they were here, not being able to went past Aaron.
Why couldn't he overcome Aaron? They had to be something he could do even without his wand--which wouldn't help him even when he had it when Alex was telling the truth.
Something.
Anything.
He tightened his grip on Draco, trying to ignore the fact that just he was holding the blond up. That without him Draco would have slumped to the ground.
Harry's eyes widened as he hear a voice talk in his mind--his own voice.
// I can't loose him. I can't.//
"I can't." He mumbled staring at Aaron.
A wicked grin appeared on the face of the zombie.
"That's right, little kitten. You can't do anything to stop me."
Slowly he raised the bloody dagger and pointed its tip against Harry and Draco.
Harry could only stare.
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I just couldn't find an end for this chapter so I let it end here. Aren't I bad?
Well I hope you like it. Tell me when there are things that make no sense and I will correct them. Oh, and don't forget to review, okay?
A/N: Well, well, I will say nothing to it…….or maybe just one thing……JUST SIX REVIEWS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER?
I was so sad. I needed some time until I came out from my closet where I hid myself so that nobody could see my tears. Y_Y
But thanks to the ones who did review. I love you guys.
Ah, another thing. I have drawn a few pictures about the characters in my story. I have one of Draco and Harry kissing, one of Azula and one of just Harry. And I will make more. You can go look at them on the side www.zauberwaeldchen.de. It is a German side, but my drawings are the only ones under Fanart, so you should find them. Please tell me what you think of them, okay?
Either as a review at Fanfiction.net or at the guest book on the Fanart side.
Ah, and I have begun another story here on FF.net. If you like, read it, okay?
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Chapter 16
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"Let go of me."
Alex stiffened, staring down into Harry's calm green eyes--but in their depths was something that send shudders down his spine.
Carefully he removed his hands from the beautiful face and stepped back.
"I'm sorry." He lied. "I don't know what came over me."
Harry stayed silent, staring at the boy who wanted to kiss him seconds before. However, in truth he didn't see the other boy.
All his thoughts were on the heat of the anger he had suddenly felt when Alex had touched him, had touched him like Draco had so many times before.
He wondered why. Surely, he didn't want to be kissed by Alex, who seemed to come from a heavy make out and directly wanted to seduce him. Nevertheless, why this anger.
This thought that nobody except Draco had the right to touch him like this.
With a low sigh, Harry turned his attention back to the courtyard, rubbing his stomach.
"It is okay." He finally said. "You just surprised me. I don't like that."
Green eyes flickered shortly to Alex.
"And make sure Draco doesn't hear about it." He couldn't stop himself saying, as if somebody else used his tongue.
Alex nodded and Harry was sure he heard him mumble something unpleasant, though he couldn't hear what.
He shrugged. It was Alex problem if he wanted to mess with Draco Malfoy of all people.
A low chuckle from Alex caused Harry to look at him again.
"I just had the thought--do you know that Harald has a crush on your Draco?" Alex grinned. "I mean he has it since he first saw him, two years ago or so. It was when the high and mighty Malfoy's visited our school in summer. Since then Harald's only goal in life is to have Draco."
His grin became brighter, showing all his teeth. For Harry it was more a grimace.
"And because you stand between Harald and his goal, he will try to break you two up. Who knows, maybe I help him to achieve that."
He stretched lazily, causing his half opened shirt to show his well build stomach, keeping his eyes on Harry.
Shortly Harry didn't know what to say. It wasn't because of Alex's nearly half naked state--for that he had seen Draco to often in a state with fewer clothes on and the blond looked a lot better.
It was what had been said about Harald.
That the German boy had a crush on Draco he had seen in Diagon Alley. His eyes had been on the Blond the whole time, memorizing every one of his movements.
It was the fact that Harald had loved Draco for so long.
Two years was a long time, especially for a teenager.
Harry knew the feeling to long for someone. Hadn't he longed for Cho Chang the third year and the fourth?
And now--
Harry frowned, searching for his feeling for the pretty Ravenclaw. However, like before there was just the memory of an old feeling. Nothing of the heart beating and the hurt he had felt every time he had seen her. The cold and sweating hands, the heart bounding like mad.
His first love seems to be nothing more than a fading memory.
He shook his head and concentrated on Alex again.
"I knew that he has a crush on Draco. I saw it in his eyes at Diagon Alley. However, he isn't aware of the bond between Draco and me. We are bond together for life." He sighed, still touching his stomach there were the tattoo was.
Suddenly he longed for Draco's touch.
He pushed himself away from the pillar, giving it a last caress.
It was time to return to the Slytherin. They had a lot to discuss. Especially the thing with the other ability of the tattoo, which was something that Draco, had to explain a bit more.
"Excuse me, but I will go now. Surely we will see us--Ahh."
A sudden agonizing pain exploded in Harry, causing him to scream out and doubling over. It ripped through him, as if something was trying to tear itself out from him.
"Harry?!"
Hands clasped his shoulders, but for him it was as if the body they were touching wasn't his.
Gasping he broke to his knees, not noticing the new pain as his knees met the hard stone floor. He was only aware of the pain coursing through him like flames, seemingly from everywhere.
He bit his lips to keeping himself from screaming, pressing his hands forcefully against his stomach, clenching his eyes shut.
What was happening to him?
From where came the pain he felt all of a sudden.
He moaned as another wave of pain erupted in him--pain, suddenly mixed with anger and fear.
His eyes flew open, blindly staring in shock.
This weren't his feelings.
This were--
"Draco!"
With a sound, half scream, half moan Harry jumped to his feet, much to the surprise of Alex.
The German boy could do nothing but to stare as the black haired boy dashed past him and down the corridor.
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"Damn!"
Draco stifled a scream as he met the wall, his wounded shoulder flaming up in new pain.
Gasping for air, he stared at Wenshore, his old servant--who now tried to kill him.
Staggering on his feet the old man stood in the middle of the room, blood dropping down the blade of his dagger.
His blood.
Draco grimaced and cursed his stupidity.
Why hadn't he moved earlier instead of standing like a dumb and waiting to be killed. Hadn't in been for the fact that Wenshore didn't seem to be able to control his body anymore he would be dead now.
He hissed in pain as he used the wall to steady himself. In addition, when he didn't get to Madame Pomfrey soon, he would bleed to death.
The blood oozing out of the wound at covered the whole right side of his shirt already, making the light blue colour seem almost black. Moreover, it wasn't stopping.
"Damn!"
"Who is that man?" Isabel asked, standing on her feet. Julius beside her looked as if he wanted to jump out of the painting and attack the attacker of his Grandson.
Silver eyes glowed with hate.
Draco couldn't stifle a smirk. Slowly he moved nearer to the painting, using the wall to support his weak legs.
"Don't you remember him? That is Wenshore. He served father for as long as I can think of, has always been there."
"I find it more important to find out why he suddenly wants to kill you." Julius interrupted, eyeing the old man.
Draco followed his gaze, blinking away some sweat pearls.
That answer he would love to have, too.
However, more important for him now was how he could defend himself.
His wand lay on the little table beside the couch were he had put it after entering with Harry. Even when he would somehow be able to get to it past Wenshore--with his wounded arm he wouldn't be able to use it.
The only feeling left in it was pain, flaring up every time he just barely moved it.
His only chance seem to be that he got out of these rooms and find help.
"Watch out, Draco." Julius warned him, his voice strained. "He has gained control over his body again."
Wearily Draco blinked some sweat out of his eyes. It was true--Wenshore had stopped to stagger, had gained the control over his body once again and slowly turned towards the blond Slytherin.
Draco shuddered as these dead eyes once again fell on him.
"Oh, Wenshore." He moaned whispering. "What happened to you? Who did this?"
The old man took a step forward, tightened his hold on the dagger. At Draco's voice, his head turned slightly to the side.
He opened his mouth--and started to speak.
His voice caused Draco to gasp in cold shock.
"What do you think of my present, little brother?"
"Aaron!?"
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The common room of the Gryffindors' was in commotion.
Every student seems to be here and everybody was talking, causing a riot that hurt in the ears the moment Remus Lupin entered through the painting.
"What the hell?!"
He raised his hands and covered his ears. Nobody was giving him any attention. He was sure that they hadn't even noticed that he had entered.
Frowning he let his gaze shift over the lot of children, until he found the two persons he had been searching for.
Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat on the couch before the fire, seemingly unaware of the ruckus surrounding them. Both had their attention on a book lying in Hermione's lap.
Lupin pushed himself through the students--and raised his eyebrows in astonishment as the noise disappeared, once he reached the couch.
"A silence spell." He said appraisingly.
Ron and Hermione's heads flew up.
"Very good, Hermione. I should have thought that you would find a way to escape this."
A blush coloured Hermione's cheeks.
"Thanks, Professor Lupin."
"What are you doing here, Professor?" Ron asked, leaning back. His eyes shortly darted to the students surrounding them.
As he returned, his gaze to the older man Remus noticed a darkness in them that had nothing to do with annoyance towards his housemates.
Remus swallowed a sigh.
He could think of what had caused this anger in the redhead.
"I'm here to speak with you. Both of you."
He nodded to Hermione. She had put the book beside her on the couch.
Curious Remus saw that she had laid the book so that he couldn't read the title on it.
Were they trying to hide something from him, he wondered.
It wouldn't be the first time.
When he thought back to the third year--
"About what do you want to speak, Professor? About the article in the Daily Prophet or about Harry?"
"The Daily Prophet is out of our reach. Professor Dumbledore is the only one who can handle that." Remus sighed. "Tough the damage is done. No, I'm here to find out if you have understood the situation Harry is now in."
Ron opened his mouth, his face red with anger and Lupin waited for him to explode--when Ron suddenly doubled over, the air leaving him in a pained gasp.
"Of course we understand, Professor." Hermione said, smiling, patting on Ron's back helpfully.
Remus raised one eyebrow. He could swear that he had seen Hermione ramming her elbow into Ron's side.
Why had she interrupted him?
Something defiantly was going on here.
"Of course we are angry." Hermione continued, ignoring Ron who shot her an accusing look. "But we are angry at Malfoy, not at Harry. We know it is not his fault. He had been tricked."
She leaned forward a curious sparkle in her eyes. "Do you know what Malfoy had done to Harry? What did he use that no one had protested against it?"
Lupin raised his hands. "Now wait, Hermione. Draco had done nothing of which at least Dumbledore didn't know of. The young Malfoy talked long with the Headmaster for what I know and nothing of what he has done, is against the rules of the school."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but closed him again as Lupin looked at her sternly with his golden-brown eyes.
"What really happened between Harry and Draco Malfoy is not my thing to say. But I know what there is to know, yes." He added as answer to the question in Hermione's eyes. "I give you the advice to wait until Harry comes to you himself and talks about it to you."
He sighed. "Even when it will be hard for him, with this article in the Prophet."
"Yeah, everybody will think the article is true, with Harry being together with the son of the greatest Deatheater." Ron growled out, in a safe distance from Hermione, clenching his hands to fists. "I bet this is all a plan of this weasel to seduce Harry to the dark side or to give him to You-know-who."
"I can assure you that nothing of what you say is in young Mr Malfoy's mind. However, you just have to trust me with this. I can't tell you more. I came just here to make sure that your friend needs you now to help him through the lies the Prophet has spread."
"We will be at Harry's side when he needs us." Hermione said emphatically. "By the way."
She leaned forward a bit and whispered, shortly forgetting the spell around them. "How did Sirius react to it? Does he even know about it?"
Ron's ears perked up in interest.
Lupin let out a sound, half growl, and half sigh. "Oh, he knows it. Heard from it the same moment I did. And was more angry as I ever have seen him before."
"Wow." Ron breathed. "And Malfoy still lives?"
Lupin chuckled a bit and rose to his feet. "Just because there were to many people around to stop him. But he had a argument with Harry that gladly had been settled already."
Slowly Remus shook his head, staring at the students, though not really seeing them.
"And it is good that there have settled it out. With James dead Sirius needs Harry."
Hermione and Ron shared a curious look. Never before they had heard, their teacher speak in such a nostalgic way.
Or about the past when he had been a student with Harry's parents and Sirius.
"I will go now. I still have things to do."
Another time Lupin's eyes swept over the arguing students. "Because of the article and the commotion it has caused, classes have been cancelled for today, but that means I have to find another subject for my first class tomorrow."
He nodded to the Hermione and Ron. "I will see you tomorrow."
Both of them nodded and watched silently as their old new teacher left the common room.
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With a pained gasp Harry again fell to his knees, barely managing to support his weight with his outstretched arms.
Cold rough stone tore skin of his hands, but it was just an irritation compared with the pain in him.
The pain that was much harder to bore with knowing that it weren't his pain.
That it was Draco's.
That something terrible was happening to him.
"Damn whoever does this do you."
Biting his lip bloody without knowing it, Harry fought himself to his feet again, clinging to the pain in his mind so he wouldn't loose it again.
Clinging so tightly--how exactly he couldn't figure out--that he felt an headache rising from behind his eyes that he almost welcomed because it were his own.
He wouldn't loose it this time, the ability to feel Draco.
Hands caught him as he stumbled slightly, preventing him from falling again.
"Here, let me help you."
Harry turned his head and stared at no other than Alex.
"You followed me?"
Alex let out a snort. "Of course. Something is obliviously not right and when you are so determined to get somewhere, even with the pain you're in--what can a boy do instead of help you."
He tightened his grip on Harry, slinging one arm around his back and Harry's arm around his own neck, nearly lifting the shorter boy up.
"Okay, where to?"
Gripping at Alex's shirt Harry nodded forward. "Down the corridor, then right until we reach a door. Draco's there." He added silently.
One of Alex's eyebrows rose in sceptic, but without saying anything he hurried followed Harry's description, dragging the gasping boy with him.
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"Don't you think that I've done a very good job here?" Wenshore said with Aaron's voice, mockingly spreading his arms and turning around before Draco's widened eyes.
It was a sick kind of show.
Wenshore's dead eyes looking straight forward, his whole body moving just like a doll made by a untalented person--and moving his bitten lips more like a fish then in the smooth way he formerly used to.
Draco's needed all his self-control not to throw up his breakfast.
"I never thought that you would sink so low to learn the sickening magic of Necromancy." He spat out, laying all his disgust in his voice.
Aaron laughed and Wenshore stopped, shifting his eyes on the wounded boy.
"Necromancy is a kind of art, little brother. A beautiful art that gives me so many possibilities; a lot more than the magic you and all the other wizards use."
"Does your master know of this?"
Draco waved at Wenshore's figure with his bloody fingers. Talking was getting harder with every passing minute.
In addition, it started to get so cold.
A bright grin parted Wenshore's lips, showing the left ruins of his teeth.
"What is the matter, little brother? Don't you feel well?" He eyed Draco, mock concern in his voice. "That wound really looks bad. What a pity that you can't go to the hospital wing to let your wound be tended too. How will you think the friends of your little beauty will react when he suddenly drops dead, following you into death."
"Shut your mouth!"
Stiffening a scream Draco brought together his last strength and fought himself to his feet.
Glowing silver eyes looked at Wenshore with blazing hate.
"I will not let it happen. I will not die here. Harry will not die. I won't let it happen."
Dead eyes moved over Draco's body.
"What do you think you can do? You barely can stand on your own feet."
Aaron's laughter filled the room.
Draco gritted his teeth and pushed himself away from the wall. He swayed dangerously, his legs starting to tremble under his own weight, but he managed to stand without help.
Clinging to the thought that he couldn't die that he had to fight.
Moreover, he had to live for Harry.
His heart clenched in pain from the mere thought of pulling Harry into death with him.
// Not like this.//
With Aaron's laughter in his ears, Draco's eyes swept to his wand. He just had to get to it.
It was his only chance.
He made a stumbling step forward--
"Where do you think you're going?"
Wenshore stepped between him, his arm with the dagger raised, pointing at Draco's heart.
Draco stopped. Silver eyes darkened as he glowered at the man that his brother had used for his own amusement.
"It means goodbye for you now, little brother."
Slowly the dagger rose, until its tip touched Draco's blood covered chest.
The doors burst open with so much force hit the wall with a loud thud.
Draco's eyes widened as he saw Alex Lange stand in the doorway--one arm around Harry beside him.
"Draco!"
Harry took a step forward, his green eyes wide with fear and confusion, as he looked from Draco to the stranger threading the blond.
Wenshore's head turned around to look at Harry. Bloody bitten lips turned to a grin.
"Well, well, what have we here? My lovely little brother-in-law."
It took all of Harry's strength to prevent his jaw to fall open.
"Aaron?!"
Wenshore chuckled and once again stretched his arms out.
"Yes. How do you like my appearance?"
Draco stumbled away from him, his eyes glued at him. His heart nearly screamed to keep his eyes on Harry, but he fought the urge. He didn't know why Harry was here, how he had known that he was in danger, but he wouldn't be any help if he stood and stared just dumbly.
He pushed the thought why this German was with Harry--and in such a state, with opened shirt and hair--into the back of his head. With that, he would deal later.
"I think your outer appearance now matches with the state of your soul." Harry spat, swallowing the sick feeling in the back of his throat.
Why was Aaron here in Hogwarts?
How could he be into the most secured place in the entire world--as Hermione liked to tell everyone--and into Draco's room nonetheless?
Never again, he would leave his wand in his room, he swore to himself.
His eyes swept to Draco--and his heart ached in pain as he saw his bloody figure hunched over in pain, silver eyes focused on Aaron.
Aaron chuckled. "My, my, you really have teeth, little kitten. How amusing."
Harry gritted his teeth. "Don't call me that."
"I can call you what I want, little kitten. And who do we have here?"
Dead eyes wandered to Alex who just stood beside Harry, his light green eyes watching everything, but especially the torn figure of the man before him, with calmness.
As he was spoken to, he just raised one eyebrow without saying anything.
"A friend of you, kitten?"
Harry growled at Aaron. What was with him making conversation when he obviously was here to kill Draco.
"I won't let it happen!"
A wide grin showed bloody teeth. "What, kitten? Coming here and kill my brother and his bonded? Obviously" He waved with the dagger in one hand, the blade dark with blood, "I can."
// I need my wand!//
He looked at Draco. He felt so much hate for Aaron, much more so than for Voldemort and he never had thought there could be an increase to that.
There had to be a way to overpower Aaron without his wand. He hadn't his wand either, being in this body and shouldn't be able to do magic.
They just had to rid him of the dagger and knock him unconscious.
Harry winced as a new wave of pain jolted through him, a pained moan escaping his throat.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Draco, kneeling on the ground, one hand pressed against his shoulder, new blood oozing over the fingers, colouring the light blue shirt black.
"Well, that is interesting." Aaron said. Harry threw him a hated look. "It seems that the bond is stronger than I thought. You're already able to sense my brothers feelings."
Draco's head rose in an instant. Harry smiled shakily at the slight shock, disbelief and proud ness in the silver eyes, feelings that he not only was able to see, but feel too.
Thought all of it was overlaid with the stronger feeling of pain--and coldness.
// I have to get him to Poppy. I have.//
Harry's whole body tensed up as Aaron suddenly stepped before him, blocking his sight from Draco.
"Maybe I will not kill you two." He smiled. "I think it will be more entertaining to watch how my little brother bleeds to death, taking you with him into death, kitten."
He bowed slightly forward, one hand rising to touch Harry's cheek.
"Even when it's a pity to waste such a beauty."
Harry swat it away. Though in the second it was before his eyes, he could see that the nails were missing. All there was, was bloody flesh were once the nails had been.
Like they had been ripped away from the fingers, in one forceful move.
He swallowed, bile rising bitterly in his throat.
Was had been done to the body that Aaron now was in?
It seem to be just a ruin of what once had been a man.
"That is Necromancy, isn't it?" A voice suddenly said.
Both Aaron and Harry turned their heads.
Alex smirked at the both of them and put a hand on his hip, a pure picture of relaxing, before he started to speak in a lecturing voice, as if standing before a class where he was the teacher.
"I'm pretty sure that this body is death. There is no sign of living in it and with all this wounds; I doubt that somebody would be still alive. And there is this aura." Light green eyes narrowed a bit, surveying the body of the old man. "It's kind of dark, lifeless. A zombie."
Harry couldn't help but to shudder. He only knew Zombies from the silly horror films that Dudley always used to watch when his parents weren't at home.
However, he never--even with all the creatures he knew now existed because of magic-- would have thought that such a soulless creature could be real also.
Aaron straighten up, interest in his voice as he eyed the boy.
"You are very smart, boy."
"That's true. Moreover, because of that I know that no magic will work on a dead body. So, even when Harry here would have had his wand with him, it wouldn't bring him anything."
Harry frowned. How did he know that he hadn't his wand with him? It could also be that he had hidden it somewhere in his robe.
Alex looked at Harry and winked at his puzzled expression. His eyes sparkled with mirth, adding just to his carefree attitude as if there weren't a dark creature before him and a bleeding boy in the room.
"I felt that you don't have your wand with you when I put my arm around on the way here. It gave me quite a chance to search for anything under your robe."
Harry felt how his face heated up, half in embarrassment, half in anger. He had felt Alex shifting his grip while he helped him, but he had thought that the other boy had searched for a better place to hold him up. That he had done it on purpose, to grope him.
In addition, that he just stood there without helping in any way--
Aaron let out a snicker as green eyes stared angrily at Alex.
"I so love it when friends start to fight with…."
His neck gave a sickening crack as his head flew forcefully to the side, causing him to stumble backwards.
Harry gasped and cradled his hand in the other, cursing slightly over the sharp pain rising in his sore knuckles. As if he wasn't in enough pain already, but he never would have thought that it would hurt so much to hit somebody. It had felt as if he had hit a wall made of granite.
Not that he had thought that he would attack somebody with just his fist ever.
He looked at the zombie that was Aaron's host for now, sucking on his burning knuckles, grimacing at the taste of blood.
It took the creature awhile to regain its balance. Slowly it turned back towards Harry.
"I never thought that you could be so brutal, kitten. When I would be in my own body I would have been very angry, but because its not so I forgive you. But I think you need to learn a lesson."
Dead eyes narrowed slightly--and without him doing anything, Harry suddenly felt a touch on his right cheek, tender and soft.
Aaron grinned as Harry's eyes widened. "You feel this, don't you? And I bet you wonder how I do this, standing several feet away from you."
Harry clenched his hands to fist, burying his nails into his palm, as the touch wandered down to his neck, slowly and teasing. He wouldn't give Aaron the satisfaction to ask how he did this.
He hadn't giving in to Voldemort and he wouldn't give in to one of his followers.
He just had to find a way to--
A startled gasp escaped him as suddenly the touch was on his belly, there were the tattoo was.
"You know, kitten." Aaron explained, sounding extremely satisfied with himself. "I have a power which you wouldn't understand even when I would explain it to you. Just that much: there is no chance that you could defeat me with your weak magic ability. I freed myself from the bonds that the magic nowadays lays upon oneself. I'm free of them and can do what I want. I even--"
The touch got more intensive, like fingertips pressing into the silk flesh of his belly.
Harry winced, but remained silent otherwise, glaring at Aaron.
"I even could rape you now without even touching you." Aaron continued, chuckling at the hate in the beautiful green eyes.
A sudden rush of hate and rage coursed through Harry, causing him to double over in pain.
"Don't you dare touch him, Aaron!" Draco screamed. He grabbed onto the back of the couch, trying to lift himself from the ground, but his weak legs refused to carry him.
Harry could see the long legs tremble under Draco's desperate tries to stand up and could feel the frustration and anger as the blond slipped back to the ground, panting heavily.
Before he even recognized that he had moved he was at Draco's side, his arms around the blond, steadying him before he could fall down completely.
Silver eyes met his just inches from apart from each other.
Harry had the feeling to drown into these silver depths, forgetting everything else around him.
A mock coo from behind him tore him out of it.
"Ahhh isn't this sweet. The two lovebirds. How glad you must be to die together."
Harry turned his head and just continued to glare at Aaron. In him, he felt so helpless like never before. He could feel how Draco was getting weaker with every second they were here, not being able to went past Aaron.
Why couldn't he overcome Aaron? They had to be something he could do even without his wand--which wouldn't help him even when he had it when Alex was telling the truth.
Something.
Anything.
He tightened his grip on Draco, trying to ignore the fact that just he was holding the blond up. That without him Draco would have slumped to the ground.
Harry's eyes widened as he hear a voice talk in his mind--his own voice.
// I can't loose him. I can't.//
"I can't." He mumbled staring at Aaron.
A wicked grin appeared on the face of the zombie.
"That's right, little kitten. You can't do anything to stop me."
Slowly he raised the bloody dagger and pointed its tip against Harry and Draco.
Harry could only stare.
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I just couldn't find an end for this chapter so I let it end here. Aren't I bad?
Well I hope you like it. Tell me when there are things that make no sense and I will correct them. Oh, and don't forget to review, okay?