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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy: The Dark Boy

"Malfoy?" Harry called from bed a few hours later.

The blonde closed the Potions book he was reading from and, putting his quill down, walked over. "Take this," he said, handing Harry the potion Lucius had given him. "My father brought it."

Harry shook his head. "Can't take it."

"It's just a numbing potion."

"After a certain amount of betrayal you learn not to trust people, especially if they're doing something 'for your own good'." Harry winced, his head still searing with pain.

"I thought Death Eaters were in some circle of trust," Draco said.

"They are," Harry breathed. "But I choose to not take part. Therefore I can't take the potion Lucius brewed."

"Well..." Draco thought for a minute, seeing the obvious pain Harry was suffering from. "I could brew a new one, in front of you so you know that there's nothing strange in it." He shrugged.

Harry nodded. "I'd do it myself, but it hurts to move still."

Draco took out his wand and after Harry sat up against the pillows he waved it over the bed and a bunch of Potion supplies appeared.

He brewed the potion and gave it to Harry. "Thank you," Harry said after he'd taken it. Draco cleared the bed and brought in a tray of food for the Gryffindor. "Why are you doing this?" Harry asked as Draco started a letter to his father.

The blonde looked over at him. "My father's pushing me to become a Death Eater, my mother is pushing me to join with Dumbledore. When I saw the Dark Mark on your arm in the showers, I realized just how easy it is to be taken over by something. I wanted to talk to you about it, but you disappeared. So today when I saw you running down the stairs, I thought I'd get a chance. Then you passed out... I can't understand why you would let this happen to yourself... and I guess I'm 'doing this' because I want to know.

"How did Dumbledore's golden boy turn into Voldemort's minion?"

Harry sighed and looked at his hands. "My godfather died in our fifth year." He began. "I know that doesn't make any sense to you, but he was sort of keeping me alive for awhile back then. But he died and I was lost in myself after that. Hermione and Ron didn't know what to do or how to help me and then I lost it. I tried to resurrect him."

"Your godfather?"

"Yes, and I told Ron that I planned to. He told Hermione and they both went to Dumbledore. That was sixth year, which was when my trusting issues began. I was afraid to tell them things after that. I was afraid to tell them that I wanted to die, that I was making my own scars," He turned his arms over, palms on his hands facing up and Draco saw scars and cuts covering the area. He'd been too absorbed in the Dark Mark to see them before.

"I don't know how it happened, but before the summer I began talking to Blaise Zabini, and then on my 17th birthday, he told me I was eligible to become a Death Eater. And I found myself seriously considering it, which scared me at first, and then I liked the idea. So I asked him what I had to do, and one night after school began, he took me and Pansy Parkinson to the Forbidden Forest, and we ported to Riddle Manor, there we were initiated."

Draco was listening intently to Harry's story.

"I don't know when I made the transition from light to dark," Harry finished. "But I did."

"So Granger and Weasley don't know?"

Harry shook his head.

"And Blaise and Pansy are Death Eaters?"

Harry nodded.

"Wow."

"I should probably-" Harry tried to get up, but his head spun and his vision blurred.

"Stay here," Draco finished for him, even though he knew that wasn't where Harry was taking the conversation.

"I can't just-"

"Harry, you can barely move, just lay down, relax." Draco turned back to the parchment for Lucius. "I'm going to send this, don't move."

After Draco left, Harry took a look around the room. It was very Slytherin, but then again, what did he expect? He sighed, sinking down into the covers and waited for Draco to return.

"Feeling better?" Draco asked, entering his room with both his and Harry's dinner to find the raven-haired teen stretched out on the couch reading his Potions essay.

"This is really good. I always thought Snape put you at the top of Potions because you were his favorite, but now I see why."

Draco put the food down on the table between them. "I'm not done writing it," he said.

Harry nodded and put the essay down then picked up a sandwich off the tray. "I should probably head back up to Gryffindor. Hermione and Ron will be worried."

Draco laughed. "Because you worry about that when you storm out to go to a Death Eater meeting."

Harry glared at him

"It's the truth."

He got up and walked towards the door. "Thanks Draco."

Draco saluted him playfully.

Harry smiled then headed off, feeling unusually happy. It's the potion, he told himself.

"Harry, is everything alright, mate?" Ron asked that night. " 'Mione and I have been a little worried."

Harry turned to his friend. "I'm fine Ron, there's just a lot going on lately. It's all a bit overwhelming."

Ron nodded and Harry climbed into bed.

"Potter, what happened yesterday?" Pansy asked as Harry came down to the Great Hall the next morning.

"We waited as long as we could," Blaise added.

Harry nodded. "Dumbledore wanted to talk to me," he said, reciting what the letter he'd received from Lucius said. "Hermione and Ron had told him I'd been acting a bit off the last couple of weeks. I had to make up an excuse."

They both nodded. "Well you didn't miss anything, it was just a general meeting. The Dark Lord wanted to congratulate you on throwing the game," Blaise said.

It was such an odd statement, but Harry nodded and headed on his way.

Draco turned a corner Sunday night, the day after Harry had passed out, to find the raven-haired Gryffindor sitting on the ground against a wall, eyes screwed shut.

"Harry?" Draco knelt down beside him.

"He's called us three days in a row," Harry moaned. "I don't understand it."

Draco saw where Harry's right hand was clutching his left arm and the blonde was able to pry his fingers off, revealing the Dark Mark burning on his skin.

"C'mon, Potter, I can make you another potion and you can rest up-" Draco tried to pull him up.

"No, I have to go."

"Harry-"

"If he thinks I'm not loyal, he'll kill me, is that what you want? Look, Blaise and Pansy will be here soon, you should go."

Draco hesitated. "Come to my room when you get back?"

Harry nodded and Draco went to hide behind the corner.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Pansy snapped, walking down the corridor.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked, always being the more compassionate one in the pair.

"I just...my scar," Harry stuttered.

Blaise helped him up and supported his weight.

"There's no time to leave, we'll have to port here," Pansy said taking out a portkey.

Draco headed to his room once the three Death Eaters disappeared, it was almost nine, no telling when Harry would be back.

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