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Summary: Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is plagued with nightmares. He also gets a surprise visit from some old and unknown souls. Friend or Foe. Who Knows? What's going on? R/R to find out.
A/N: I really don't know where I am going with this....but there is some comic relief. Mind you, everything has to do with the plot but some of it is just for fun. I keep thinking of what I could possibly do so here goes. Hope you like. BTW....I am unsure if there will be any slash pairings so be aware....and prepared. Just in case.
Sorry to all you Ron fans.......It saddened me to put him through that hell but I had to... And anyone who doesn't like my little flashback cause it "Screws with the story" oh well. This is my fanfic so deal or don't read.
HoofsTails Gal: Thank you so much for your constant reviews. Sorry to hear about your story....I really liked it. So sry I haven't been updating super fast.......My small, itty bitty brain can't think that fast. If you got any helpful hints I'm open to them.....email or review...... Hope you enjoy along with the other readers. Thanx again.
And on with the show.
Caught amidst the Dark (Ch. 11)
"Bloody Hell." His fists flew against the wall letting the anger course through his entire body. He had been at it for hours. Dean had tried to reason with him but dared not to go back in. The hatred he harbored could be directed at anyone. No one dared to cross him right now. Well, Almost no one.
A sweet, bushy haired girl cautiously snuck into his room. She sat herself on his four poster bed without him even noticing her entrance. Holes littered the wall in front of him and the pieces lay trampled beneath his feet. He backed from the wall slightly to catch his breath. When he did this, she decided to let him know she was there. She took out her wand, worked her magic, and fixed the holes. This definitely caught his attention.
In one motion, he turned to catch her sight. She loved him, but her eyes were dazed in confusion. Why he had done this, why he hadn't said a word, or even why he didn't give a second thought to the fact that his hands were red with scratches and blood trickled down to pool on the floor. She couldn't read him and this scared her. No, this frightened her.
"Ron," She spoke softly, to show him she cared and hope he wouldn't fly off in a rage again.
He didn't respond. He only stood there, still caught in her gaze when he inched forward, toward the bed. He sat next to her and tears began to stream. He had held them in long enough. He didn't care that she saw his weakness or that he was in pain. He loved her but he knew he couldn't tell her what Harry had said. Though nothing horrible had been said, like Malfoy would, the subtlety and meaning was there. That was all he needed.
Ron wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. She meant everything to him and nothing would change that. Not even his Best Friend.
Hermione's first instinct was to ask what was wrong but she knew better. He would tell her when he needed to as long as she was there for him.
There they sat, in silence. The only thing heard was their breathing in perfect sync. Together they were strong. But soon that strength would be tested. Their love would have to learn to stand the test of time.
It was nearly an hour before anyone said anything. They were peaceful together and all their fears and doubts washed away when he was with her and she with him.
"'Mione, I'm sorry." He said through choked up tears.
"Shhh, there is nothing you have to apologize for."
"Yes, there is. Harry and I got into a fight and I don't know what to do." Ron spoke slowly trying to even his breath.
"It had to be something. Do you want to talk about it?" She spoke carefully trying to get it out of him without upsetting anything else.
"When Harry woke up he asked for me, but not for you. So I asked him why and he kept avoiding the question. Then I yelled at him about how much you cared and left. I haven't said a word to him since." Ron said; relief shown like the weight of the world had been taken off his shoulders.
"Look you and Harry have been best friends since you came here. You two are like brothers. There is no way I will let you break that up because of me. I am not hurt that he didn't ask for me. I knew he would ask for you and I'll go see him later. Right now, you need to work this out." Hermione finished and started humming a beautiful song.
"Hermione, what is that you are humming."
"Just a childhood song my mother used to sing to me each night. Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just so pretty I could see how it reminds people of you."
Hermione just smiled and continued until lunch rolled around and they got up to go eat. Nobody questioned how Hermione got Ron to stop or why Ron had done it in the first place. They figured that whatever it was had been resolved and the day was too good to waste.
Meanwhile, In the Slytherin Common Room......
Draco and Blaise were alone in the common room. Yelling could be heard through the entire room but only those two remained. Everyone else shot out of the room at lunch time and only Blaise had stayed back.
"Draco, what has gotten into you? You're goin' soft aren't ya?" Blaise yelled accusingly.
"How dare you challenge me! What gives you the right..." Draco was cut off mid-sentence.
"Don't even give me that high and mighty Malfoy shit. I haven't seen you say one cruel, let alone anything, to weasel, mudblood, or Potter. You're going soft and that's that." Blaise was right and they both knew it. But neither would be defeated in the argument. Neither would lose.
They had been friends for as long as they could remember. They had grown up together, which is no surprise. They knew each other like themselves but both were stubborn and both refused to be wrong.
"You're wrong," Draco couldn't think of what to say after that. He hated to be out witted by Blaise so he smirked and that got the point across.
"Whatever you say." Blaise returned an equally sinister smirk and the two came two a silent agreement. They chose not to talk about it anymore and decided to skip lunch.
Blaise walked off to meet some of the other Slytherins and Draco stalked out the door. He decided the best thing he could do was go to the Quidditch Pitch. Flying was the best way to clear his head and blow off steam. This is exactly what he needed right now before he went and decked some 1st year. Which wasn't that bad of an idea either but he already had detention with McGonagall so he decided on his first choice.
Flying helped him lose himself. The wind picked up around him and sent adrenaline pumping through his veins. The pure ecstasy of flying was enough to keep him up there forever. He had no cares in the world when he was alone in the air. It was only when his space was invaded that everything came crashing back at once and he took it out on the nearest living being.
Draco whipped around when he heard a 'whoosh' and was dumbstruck to find who was hovering right behind him. (A/N: Has anyone guessed.....well.....nope, it not him. hehe).
"Weasel, what in hell are you doing out here?"
"I have every right to be out here, Malfoy." Ron spat back at him with such venom that even Malfoy took a second thought about backing off.
"I'll ask you once to leave." Draco said but before he could finish his insult he came face to face with a wand. This time it wasn't Weasley or Granger. It was Harry.
"Potter? How did you get out of the infirmary? You were near dead not even a week ago." Draco was dumbfounded. He wanted to spit out insult after insult if only to spite Blaise but he couldn't find the words.
With a swift kick he was knocked off his broom and fell hard on the ground below. He nearly landed on another limp figure. That of Ronald Weasley.
"Bloody Hell." Draco whispered. The wind was knocked out of him and he was now scared. His body shook but he wouldn't admit the fear. 'If he can do that to Weasel, then what is he capable of against me. I'll face him. I'm not scared." Draco half lied to himself.
"Get up," Harry said "you despicable creature."
Draco started to get up but half way there he felt a blow to his ribs. This didn't stop him but it definitely hurt. Draco got to feet and backed up a few steps before stopping and watching Harry. Harry was in as bad a shape as he had been when Draco helped dig him out of the rubble and yet he was walking, better yet, flying.
"Don't look so shocked. After all, I am the 'boy who lived'." He smiled and Draco saw his chance. He went to reach for his wand but was cut short.
"Expelliamus," Harry yelled and grabbed Draco's wand when it came flying out of his robes. "You are at my mercy and right now, I don't have any for you. Move."
Draco was determined to stand his ground, even without a wand. But even with the over confidence he had, it was really beginning to waver. But Harry's next move was one even more shocking.
"Now, now, don't leave so soon." Harry cooed, his voice now full of something other than anger. "Come here, sexy" The last word full of want.
"What are you doing?" A Shaken up Draco stuttered out as the advances came closer.
"Getting what I want." Harry, over taken by Sonura, whispered into Draco's ear as the poor blonde was cornered against the bleachers.
Draco decided to resort to the only thing he could think of. As much as it pained him just thinking about it, he kicked Harry in the family jewels. (A/N: Ouch. I mean seriously but I don't blame him.)
"What the....." Draco watched Harry drop. For some reason, he grabbed Ron and then ran. He got out of there as fast as he could. Through the doors to Hogwarts, up the stairs, and to the infirmary. He was relieved to see no one in there. He left Ron on the nearest bed with a note that said he fell off his broom.
Draco walked out the door, still panting. He leaned up against the wall and slid down to the floor. His knees had given in to pain and his mind was numb from everything. Inside he was trying to sort everything out.
'What has happened to Harry?'
'First name basis is it now?'
'No, I mean, oh shut it.'
'Hey, you started it.'
'Harry bloody Potter just tried to kill me then hit on me.'
'Ya, but he was acting weird.'
'So...except he did call himself the boy who lived. He hates that.
'You would know wouldn't you?'
Back to Reality....
Harry still lay on the Quidditch Pitch, shocked and in pain. Sonura had taken Harry over several hours ago or this poor boy would still be in bed, in pain, and unable to do a damn thing.
'I almost had him...' She said to no one in particular.
'Who are you? Why are you inside me or more like how?'
'What? How are you aware of me?'
'Well, for one thing, I can see what you are doing, I just can't stop it. Also, I would never ever call myself the boy who lived or EVER hit on Malfoy. Ewww. Plus, I still remember our first encounter. I saw you then, before I passed out." Harry's soul spoke to her and she seemed bound to respond to him.
'You don't know who you are dealing with.'
'You're right, but I know you are definitely mental and desperate to take over a teenager's body. Now give me my body back.' With that Harry put all his might into kicking her out of power and wishing himself back to the infirmary. With one last thought, he apparated Draco's wand back into the Slytherin's bedroom. There it should rest, on his pillow, until its master's return.
A/N:Wow, I finally updated. Apologies to all, but I hope the chapter made up for it. I still am undecided on whether it will end up slash so tell me what you think in your reviews. I am off, to work on another chapter or fanfic of mine where I shall await reviews. Much love for reading.......