Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Thanks go out to those of you who reviewed!
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 6: Dark Magic
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Draco knew that Harry had been in the club. He could feel his eyes watching him, following him, and it just fueled his anger. As to why he was angry, he actually couldn't explain it anymore. He didn't know if it was more to Pansy or if it was Harry... or maybe just life in general. 'No... More like pissed at myself because I cant face up and forget the past and start a future.' He clenched his jaw; this was not going to be easy. Was it ever easy?
As the saying goes, Life's a bitch and then you die...
Well life certainly is a bitch but he wasn't dead... not yet anyway.
He must have been deeply caught up in his thoughts, because when he felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped with surprise.
"Hey there, didn't mean to distract you. So you want me to give you a ride home or not?"
It was just Raye.
"Yea, it would be appreciated." He said somewhat distracted from his surroundings.
"I noticed that Harry was here, or... didn't we already have this conversation? Oh well, doesn't matter. I'm sure your going to hear me lecture a lot more then I have before."
Draco snorted and slid into the passenger side of the car, "Not like I listen anyway. As you've said its like talking to a brick wall when it comes to me and my problems."
Raye just nodded her head and started the car, the radio immediately blasting something, he recognized as Sum 41. She was just about to turn the volume down, but he caught her wrist and motioned for her to leave it where it was. He wasn't up for talking anyway, more like just setting there in silence, listening to music.
Raye obviously got the picture, besides she knew him well enough to know his moods. She just shrugged and pulled out of the back parking lot, drumming her hands on her steering wheel while driving, listening to Draco singing along with the music while he was staring out the window.
"Everybody's got their problems/\Everybody says the same things to you/\It's just a matter how you solve them/\And knowing how to change the things you've been through/\I feel I've come to realize/\How fast life can be compromised/\Step back to see what's going on/\I can't believe this happened to you/\This happened to you/\It's just a problem that I'm faced with am I/\Not the only one who hates to stand by/\Complications that are first in this line/\With all these pictures running through my mind/\Knowing endless consequences/\I feel so useless in this/\Can't back, stand back, can't ask/\For me I can't believe/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Anymore/\Everybody's got their problems/\Everybody says the same things to you/\It's just a matter how you solve them/\But what else are we supposed to do/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Anymore/\Why do things that matter the most/\Never end up being our choice/\Now that I find no way so bad/\I don't think I knew what I had/\Why do things that matter the most/\Never end up being our choice/\Now that I find no way so bad/\I don't think I knew what I had..."
Raye sighed; she didn't know what she was going to do with him. She knew that he wouldn't listen and that she would be wasting her breath if she started to talk to him when he didn't want to listen, but something had to be done. She muttered incomprehensively under her breath, and looked over at him from the corner of her eye. He was still looking out the window...
"We just past Harry's apartment..." He whispered. He could see that the lights had been on. He felt a tug at his heart.
"Hey, Dray love, you going to be at practice tomorrow? Or are you up to playing any at all."
She heard him snort and he looked over at her. "What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm going to be there, you guys would practically fall apart if it wasn't for me!" He said with a smirk.
She mock-glared at him and started to say some sarcastic remark but realized that they had pulled up to his apartment.
"Thanks for the lift, I'll see you tomorrow."
He didn't say anything else as he got out of the car. Raye just shook her head and pulled away leaving him with his thoughts.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco marched up the stairs to his apartment, reaching for his keys that was in his pocket and then stopped. He had felt a chill shoot down his spine all the way to his toes, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. It felt like someone was watching him, putting the keys back into the pocket of his black dickies; he reached for the door and turned the knob...
it was unlocked...
He was pretty sure that he had locked it before he went to work that morning, very sure he locked it. His brows knitted together as he turned it all the way and pushed the door open. Scanning the dark room, he didn't see anything wrong...
These were the times he wished he had his magic.
Reaching in his pocket he pulled out his keys and turned the little flashlight on, shining it into the apartment. Stepping in, he felt goose bumps rise on his arms and he fought the urge to shudder. It was so cold; did he forget to turn his air down? He walked over to the light switch, and flipped it on, when nothing happened he tried again... and again. Nothing happened. He started to get pissed off.
Well that was until he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. 'What the FUCK is going on here?' He started to get a little alarmed. He backed into his bedroom and felt in his drawer of his nightstand where he kept his gun. Going back into the living area he watched the shadows. After what seemed like ages, nothing moved.
Then all of a sudden all the lights in his apartment flickered and came to life, he jumped and looked around. He could have sworn he saw blonde-almost white hair and a swirl of black robes out of the corner of his eye. His breathing started to become uneven and he could hear his heart beating in his ears.
'Calm down Draco, there's no way in HELL he could be back. Just calm down, breath.. that's it. Now go look around your apartment for anything out of the ordinary..' He knew he was talking to himself, but he didn't care. Clicking the safety off on the gun with a quick movement of his finger, he began to move around looking at everything. He walked into the room he used as an office and saw that some of his drawers were open and papers were everywhere. 'Yes, someone had been in his apartment..' He looked down and saw that his picture of Harry he kept on his desk was broken... or the glass and frame was on the ground, the picture was lying on his desk with a jewel-incrusted dagger was stabbed into it.
He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.
He sat stiffly on the couch and stared, straining his hearing but hearing nothing but a ringing silence in his ear, and after he had sat there... and sat there he nearly jumped three feet into the air as he heard knocking at his door...
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Harry was pacing his living room, he had the urge to just hit something... or cry. He didn't know really what he wanted to do, so he walked over to his couch and flopped down on it. Lying on his back he stared up at his ceiling. It was awfully quite since Hedwig wasn't there to keep him company. All he could think about was Draco, ever since he found out that.. Well Dray was Draco. He couldn't understand why he didn't see it to begin with. He felt outright stupid, and maybe he did over react to the whole Pansy thing. He knew he got an earful when he had called Hermione and told her about it.
He DID NOT want to go through that again, he had had to hold the phone away from him as she yelled at him for not waiting for an explanation, and how she knew that he didn't do it on purpose, and how he, Harry, was a complete and downright prat for running out and away from Draco. After all the time of searching and wondering if he was still alive, and how he would make him suffer more. And above all, she... Hermione Weasley had called him an unintelligent reckless Gryffindor! And to top that off, she was a Gryffindor herself!
He sighed in frustration and grabbed the remote to his remote to his stereo and pressed play, he didn't care which CD it went to; he just wanted something besides silence. He groaned when he did realize what he was listening to...
Turning upside down on the couch, his head resting on the floor and his legs and feet on the cushions, he rubbed his hands over his face.
Let me take this awkward saw
And run it against your thighs
Cut some flesh away
I'll carry this piece of you with me
Because all I can say tonight
Is that I hate you
But it would be all right
If we could see each other sometime
If I could somehow make you mine
And if not I'll take my rusty spoons
And dig out your blue eyes
I'll swallow them down to my colon
They're gonna burn like hell tonight
Because you're beautiful
Just not on the inside
Light comes from within
And your beaming eyes don't seem so bright
My heart is on the floor
Why don't you step on it?
When I think of all the things you've done
Boardwalks and breaking waves
Made our Saturdays
I'd buy you lemonade right now
If you were here
But then I'd throw it in your face
And I'd listen to you cry
And I'd remember how I miss
Our nights under ocean skies
You and I are like when fire
And the ocean floor collide.
He reached for the remote once again when he suddenly felt magic, and not just any magic, but Malfoy magic.
After he had finally killed Voldermort, though he hated taking any credit for it... stupid Boy-Who-Lived shit still pissed him off... he had gained an ability to sense magic and tell who was casting it...
and the magic that he had just felt was Dark Magic, but the thing was he couldn't tell what Malfoy it was coming from. It felt like it was blocked, but then how could he sense it?
Rolling backwards he stood, only to be slightly dizzy because all the blood had rushed to his head from being upside down, he started to pace again...
then stopped...
Lucius and Narcissa were dead, right? So that would only leave one Malfoy, which would be Draco, and if Draco was using the Dark Arts...
he started to pace again.
He needed to talk to Draco now, for more reasons then one now, and he would have to do it soon. "Tomorrow, at the club? Does he have practice tomorrow, maybe earlier..? Is he working tomorrow at the record store? What time is it anyway..." He looked over at the clock on his wall. "2:00 am... damn it. It would be to late to go over there, but I won't be able to sleep. I would be able to find him after that surge of magic, but should I go over there." He looked over at the clock again, thought for a few seconds, then turned his stereo off, grabbed his coat and walked out of the door locking it.
He went into the garage that the apartment rented out to him and got into his car, that he normally didn't drive, and took off down the road where he felt the magic emanating. "Why the hell would Draco be doing with that kind of magic?" He asked himself through his clenched teeth. He looked up at apartment windows before he came to a stop and saw some that were flickering on and off. That's where he felt the magic.
Parking, he got out of his car and entered the building, taking the elevator to the 5th floor. He got off and stood out in the hall for a few seconds before realizing that the magic had disappeared, but there were still some remnants left. Walking over to the door label 515, he stood there...
and stared...
and stared some more before he actually got the 'courage' to knock on the door.
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Draco stood and walked slowly towards the door, standing on his toes to look out the peephole, and when he saw HIM standing there, he forgot that he was supposed to be angry. Nearly yanking the door open and he launched himself at Harry, clinging to him with trembling fingers.
Harry, was more or less... well surprised. Bringing his arms up, he wrapped them around Draco, and started to maneuver him inside, but Draco protested.
"Don't.. I don't want to go back in there."
Harry sighed, and pried Draco off of him and walked into the apartment himself. He left it up to Draco to follow. He scanned the room, walking around touching things here and there. He ignored the gun that was setting on the glass coffee table and walked down the hall, opening doors and looking into them. He stopped when he came into the office and saw that it was destroyed, but what caught his attention the most, was what was on the desk.
His picture, with the dagger stabbed into it.
He narrowed his eyes, and went to touch the dagger when he felt someone tug him back.
"Don't touch it, it's of the Dark Arts."
He narrowed his eyes at the dagger before turning towards Draco, and for the first time noticing how pale he was. Paler then he normal. "What the hell happened here, Draco."
"I know you think I did it, I can practically see it in your eyes, but you want the truth, and the truth is that I didn't do it."
Harry looked him over before asking, "If you didn't do it, then who the hell did?"
Draco swallowed, "My fucking father."
TBC!!
So... sorry it took so long to update.
Tell me if you liked it! REVIEW!!
Songs in order:
Sum 41-The Hell Song
Saves the Day- Rocks Tonic Juice Magic
Peace
Mad Love
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Thanks go out to those of you who reviewed!
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 6: Dark Magic
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Draco knew that Harry had been in the club. He could feel his eyes watching him, following him, and it just fueled his anger. As to why he was angry, he actually couldn't explain it anymore. He didn't know if it was more to Pansy or if it was Harry... or maybe just life in general. 'No... More like pissed at myself because I cant face up and forget the past and start a future.' He clenched his jaw; this was not going to be easy. Was it ever easy?
As the saying goes, Life's a bitch and then you die...
Well life certainly is a bitch but he wasn't dead... not yet anyway.
He must have been deeply caught up in his thoughts, because when he felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped with surprise.
"Hey there, didn't mean to distract you. So you want me to give you a ride home or not?"
It was just Raye.
"Yea, it would be appreciated." He said somewhat distracted from his surroundings.
"I noticed that Harry was here, or... didn't we already have this conversation? Oh well, doesn't matter. I'm sure your going to hear me lecture a lot more then I have before."
Draco snorted and slid into the passenger side of the car, "Not like I listen anyway. As you've said its like talking to a brick wall when it comes to me and my problems."
Raye just nodded her head and started the car, the radio immediately blasting something, he recognized as Sum 41. She was just about to turn the volume down, but he caught her wrist and motioned for her to leave it where it was. He wasn't up for talking anyway, more like just setting there in silence, listening to music.
Raye obviously got the picture, besides she knew him well enough to know his moods. She just shrugged and pulled out of the back parking lot, drumming her hands on her steering wheel while driving, listening to Draco singing along with the music while he was staring out the window.
"Everybody's got their problems/\Everybody says the same things to you/\It's just a matter how you solve them/\And knowing how to change the things you've been through/\I feel I've come to realize/\How fast life can be compromised/\Step back to see what's going on/\I can't believe this happened to you/\This happened to you/\It's just a problem that I'm faced with am I/\Not the only one who hates to stand by/\Complications that are first in this line/\With all these pictures running through my mind/\Knowing endless consequences/\I feel so useless in this/\Can't back, stand back, can't ask/\For me I can't believe/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Anymore/\Everybody's got their problems/\Everybody says the same things to you/\It's just a matter how you solve them/\But what else are we supposed to do/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Part of me, won't agree/\Cause I don't know if this for sure/\Suddenly, suddenly/\I don't feel so insecure/\Anymore/\Why do things that matter the most/\Never end up being our choice/\Now that I find no way so bad/\I don't think I knew what I had/\Why do things that matter the most/\Never end up being our choice/\Now that I find no way so bad/\I don't think I knew what I had..."
Raye sighed; she didn't know what she was going to do with him. She knew that he wouldn't listen and that she would be wasting her breath if she started to talk to him when he didn't want to listen, but something had to be done. She muttered incomprehensively under her breath, and looked over at him from the corner of her eye. He was still looking out the window...
"We just past Harry's apartment..." He whispered. He could see that the lights had been on. He felt a tug at his heart.
"Hey, Dray love, you going to be at practice tomorrow? Or are you up to playing any at all."
She heard him snort and he looked over at her. "What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm going to be there, you guys would practically fall apart if it wasn't for me!" He said with a smirk.
She mock-glared at him and started to say some sarcastic remark but realized that they had pulled up to his apartment.
"Thanks for the lift, I'll see you tomorrow."
He didn't say anything else as he got out of the car. Raye just shook her head and pulled away leaving him with his thoughts.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco marched up the stairs to his apartment, reaching for his keys that was in his pocket and then stopped. He had felt a chill shoot down his spine all the way to his toes, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. It felt like someone was watching him, putting the keys back into the pocket of his black dickies; he reached for the door and turned the knob...
it was unlocked...
He was pretty sure that he had locked it before he went to work that morning, very sure he locked it. His brows knitted together as he turned it all the way and pushed the door open. Scanning the dark room, he didn't see anything wrong...
These were the times he wished he had his magic.
Reaching in his pocket he pulled out his keys and turned the little flashlight on, shining it into the apartment. Stepping in, he felt goose bumps rise on his arms and he fought the urge to shudder. It was so cold; did he forget to turn his air down? He walked over to the light switch, and flipped it on, when nothing happened he tried again... and again. Nothing happened. He started to get pissed off.
Well that was until he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. 'What the FUCK is going on here?' He started to get a little alarmed. He backed into his bedroom and felt in his drawer of his nightstand where he kept his gun. Going back into the living area he watched the shadows. After what seemed like ages, nothing moved.
Then all of a sudden all the lights in his apartment flickered and came to life, he jumped and looked around. He could have sworn he saw blonde-almost white hair and a swirl of black robes out of the corner of his eye. His breathing started to become uneven and he could hear his heart beating in his ears.
'Calm down Draco, there's no way in HELL he could be back. Just calm down, breath.. that's it. Now go look around your apartment for anything out of the ordinary..' He knew he was talking to himself, but he didn't care. Clicking the safety off on the gun with a quick movement of his finger, he began to move around looking at everything. He walked into the room he used as an office and saw that some of his drawers were open and papers were everywhere. 'Yes, someone had been in his apartment..' He looked down and saw that his picture of Harry he kept on his desk was broken... or the glass and frame was on the ground, the picture was lying on his desk with a jewel-incrusted dagger was stabbed into it.
He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.
He sat stiffly on the couch and stared, straining his hearing but hearing nothing but a ringing silence in his ear, and after he had sat there... and sat there he nearly jumped three feet into the air as he heard knocking at his door...
~~~*+*~~~
Harry was pacing his living room, he had the urge to just hit something... or cry. He didn't know really what he wanted to do, so he walked over to his couch and flopped down on it. Lying on his back he stared up at his ceiling. It was awfully quite since Hedwig wasn't there to keep him company. All he could think about was Draco, ever since he found out that.. Well Dray was Draco. He couldn't understand why he didn't see it to begin with. He felt outright stupid, and maybe he did over react to the whole Pansy thing. He knew he got an earful when he had called Hermione and told her about it.
He DID NOT want to go through that again, he had had to hold the phone away from him as she yelled at him for not waiting for an explanation, and how she knew that he didn't do it on purpose, and how he, Harry, was a complete and downright prat for running out and away from Draco. After all the time of searching and wondering if he was still alive, and how he would make him suffer more. And above all, she... Hermione Weasley had called him an unintelligent reckless Gryffindor! And to top that off, she was a Gryffindor herself!
He sighed in frustration and grabbed the remote to his remote to his stereo and pressed play, he didn't care which CD it went to; he just wanted something besides silence. He groaned when he did realize what he was listening to...
Turning upside down on the couch, his head resting on the floor and his legs and feet on the cushions, he rubbed his hands over his face.
Let me take this awkward saw
And run it against your thighs
Cut some flesh away
I'll carry this piece of you with me
Because all I can say tonight
Is that I hate you
But it would be all right
If we could see each other sometime
If I could somehow make you mine
And if not I'll take my rusty spoons
And dig out your blue eyes
I'll swallow them down to my colon
They're gonna burn like hell tonight
Because you're beautiful
Just not on the inside
Light comes from within
And your beaming eyes don't seem so bright
My heart is on the floor
Why don't you step on it?
When I think of all the things you've done
Boardwalks and breaking waves
Made our Saturdays
I'd buy you lemonade right now
If you were here
But then I'd throw it in your face
And I'd listen to you cry
And I'd remember how I miss
Our nights under ocean skies
You and I are like when fire
And the ocean floor collide.
He reached for the remote once again when he suddenly felt magic, and not just any magic, but Malfoy magic.
After he had finally killed Voldermort, though he hated taking any credit for it... stupid Boy-Who-Lived shit still pissed him off... he had gained an ability to sense magic and tell who was casting it...
and the magic that he had just felt was Dark Magic, but the thing was he couldn't tell what Malfoy it was coming from. It felt like it was blocked, but then how could he sense it?
Rolling backwards he stood, only to be slightly dizzy because all the blood had rushed to his head from being upside down, he started to pace again...
then stopped...
Lucius and Narcissa were dead, right? So that would only leave one Malfoy, which would be Draco, and if Draco was using the Dark Arts...
he started to pace again.
He needed to talk to Draco now, for more reasons then one now, and he would have to do it soon. "Tomorrow, at the club? Does he have practice tomorrow, maybe earlier..? Is he working tomorrow at the record store? What time is it anyway..." He looked over at the clock on his wall. "2:00 am... damn it. It would be to late to go over there, but I won't be able to sleep. I would be able to find him after that surge of magic, but should I go over there." He looked over at the clock again, thought for a few seconds, then turned his stereo off, grabbed his coat and walked out of the door locking it.
He went into the garage that the apartment rented out to him and got into his car, that he normally didn't drive, and took off down the road where he felt the magic emanating. "Why the hell would Draco be doing with that kind of magic?" He asked himself through his clenched teeth. He looked up at apartment windows before he came to a stop and saw some that were flickering on and off. That's where he felt the magic.
Parking, he got out of his car and entered the building, taking the elevator to the 5th floor. He got off and stood out in the hall for a few seconds before realizing that the magic had disappeared, but there were still some remnants left. Walking over to the door label 515, he stood there...
and stared...
and stared some more before he actually got the 'courage' to knock on the door.
~~~*+*~~~
Draco stood and walked slowly towards the door, standing on his toes to look out the peephole, and when he saw HIM standing there, he forgot that he was supposed to be angry. Nearly yanking the door open and he launched himself at Harry, clinging to him with trembling fingers.
Harry, was more or less... well surprised. Bringing his arms up, he wrapped them around Draco, and started to maneuver him inside, but Draco protested.
"Don't.. I don't want to go back in there."
Harry sighed, and pried Draco off of him and walked into the apartment himself. He left it up to Draco to follow. He scanned the room, walking around touching things here and there. He ignored the gun that was setting on the glass coffee table and walked down the hall, opening doors and looking into them. He stopped when he came into the office and saw that it was destroyed, but what caught his attention the most, was what was on the desk.
His picture, with the dagger stabbed into it.
He narrowed his eyes, and went to touch the dagger when he felt someone tug him back.
"Don't touch it, it's of the Dark Arts."
He narrowed his eyes at the dagger before turning towards Draco, and for the first time noticing how pale he was. Paler then he normal. "What the hell happened here, Draco."
"I know you think I did it, I can practically see it in your eyes, but you want the truth, and the truth is that I didn't do it."
Harry looked him over before asking, "If you didn't do it, then who the hell did?"
Draco swallowed, "My fucking father."
TBC!!
So... sorry it took so long to update.
Tell me if you liked it! REVIEW!!
Songs in order:
Sum 41-The Hell Song
Saves the Day- Rocks Tonic Juice Magic
Peace
Mad Love