Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Summary: A secret society with a strange disease makes Harry, Draco, Ron and Justin their newest members, but what's the catch? Slash, my first try at Suspense XP
Pairings: HP/DM RW/JFF maybe some HP/DM/RW/JFF
A/N: Hello again folks! (waves at crickets) eh…yeah…I know I'm supposed to be working on my other fic but this thing came up in my head as a random thought and I was about to ignore until I actually found myself making the story outline, sorry for those who are waiting for my other fics, they'll be updated soon, INCLUDING HONEYDUKES2! Well, this is my first attempt at a more darker fic, there's no character death…least I hope not. It's just a trip to a more darker world that's strange and maybe kinda gothic…heh, I'm not really sure since my brain's too fried to tell the difference between stereotypical groups lol, but about the pairings, some weird side of me wants to get them all together so as a warning…watch out for that if you're not into that stuff, SAME GOES FOR YOUS PEOPLES WHO DON'T LIKE MAN/MAN (slash for anuda name)
Enjoy the show!
Chapter One: The Letter
She stood sullenly in the middle of darkness, her pure white dress in the style of Victorian. Large round lacy skirt that covered her plain yet pretty shoes, the top of her dress was just as beautiful, there were small beads sewn from the collar down to the waist, forming roses and vines. Her long translucent sleeves were loose at the ends, small images of roses also sewn on them.
She stared ahead blankly through her large empty light pink eyes. Her pale complexion practically glowing against her white dress, it gave off a ghostlike feeling. Then there are her pale dry lips, almost blue and stony like death. Her golden hair lay in ringlet curls, brushing past her shoulders. It isn't until now that her eyes begin to stain in red, spilling out blood like they were tears.
The once white dress begins to lose its glow as the crimson tears fall silently at the front, giving off tiny fumes as the blood ate into the white fabric, like acid.
There are people standing around the girl, tall and towering, like dementors ready to strike. They're all staring ahead as well.
The little girl raises a hand towards you, dripping with sparkling warm blood. Her pale lips twist into an eerie smile that doesn't reach her dead eyes. "Drink it," she says in a sweet innocent voice, "you're so thirsty."
And you don't resist.
Your lips slowly slide against her blood soaked fingers, sucking every trace into your desperate mouth as your tongue tastes the sweetness of its innocence, bringing life deep into your very bones. It's such a rush as you feel its warmth embrace your weak heart, making you sink deeper into that someone you don't want to be…
-
Opening his eyes wide and gasping for air, Draco trembled horribly as he shakily hugged his knees tightly and forced himself to calm down. "Damnit," he hissed under his breath before screaming at the agony in his stomach.
He was so hungry, so bloody hungry…he screamed again, gripping his stomach in hopes that it could numb the pain. Why was this happening to him?
For a whole week starting when the moon was crescent these nightmares would come to him while he slept, invading his mind since two months ago. Honestly, this was like the male version of a period!
The pain was beginning to go away but the vision of blood was still fresh in his head, he wanted to throw up so badly but the he couldn't bring himself to do it, no matter how hard he tried.
Taking a few deep breaths, Draco gingerly sat up, still clutching his stomach, and got out of bed. This had to stop.
Walking out of the invisible silence barrier he conjured around his bed, he put on his slippers and cloak and walked as quietly as he could past the three other beds of his dorm mates. He never really noticed, but he seemed to have learned a habit of sticking to the shadows without being noticed.
Once he closed the door he missed the strange bird outside the window beside his bed, clutching an envelope in its claws.
Grunting at another stab in his stomach, he gritted his teeth and made his way towards the common room. When he passed the first year's dorm his stomach started to twist in hunger, like it always had.
The common room was freezing as usual when the fireplace was out, for some reason Draco liked it this way; it froze his brain and let him sleep in peace.
"Then add the claw of a dragon," came a murmur at the couch in front of the fireplace, "a Welsh Green to be exact."
Draco took a few steps back; his stomach was at its worst now. His back pressed against the wall, the growling and begging for food, he weakly looked at who was sitting in the common room.
It was a third year, Graham Pritchard. The blond Slytherin grimaced, why the fuck did he, of all people, have to stay up all night studying!
Draco looked back down the hall towards the dorms, the thin sheet of sweat becoming thicker in his attempt to put down his hunger. No way, he wasn't going back there again. He'd have to go to the next coldest place now.
Sticking to the shadows as usual, Draco walked towards the exit, the lake would do for now.
-
"Are you sure they're here?" Rose asked cautiously, looking at the darkening depths of the clustered trees fearfully, "I-I thought Hannah said they were deeper in the forest…where the Centaurs live."
"Don't worry," Justin said, smiling assuredly, "the unicorns like girls more so you're safer than I am, plus the centaurs can't hurt you, you're still a kid."
"Kid! I'm thirteen! I'm already a teenager!"
"I know," he chuckled causing the third year to blush, "I meant that centaurs don't hurt children and to them you're still too young to die."
"Oh…how do you know that?" she looked at him in awe.
"I've been here before, deeper too, and I researched a bit on centaurs, their pretty interesting."
Rose nodded in understanding before sitting down on a large rock, "so when do those unicorns come out?" she squinted uselessly through the darkened night shadowing the trees.
"In a while, it's because I'm with you that they're not so keen to come out," he sat down next to her, "are you cold?"
"No, thank Merlin my mum packed me these self heating robes," she smiled, looking down at her velvet black robes, "I wish she got another color though."
"You don't like black?"
"No," she yawned, "they're too…gloomy," she shook her head, trying to keep herself awake.
"Sleepy?"
"A little…weird," she let out a tiny laugh, "a second ago I was wide awake."
"It's pretty late, I'll wake you when they come," he wrapped an arm around her small shoulders, sending even more sleep to the brunette. Nodding softly, Rose slumped forward, fast asleep. Justin grinned down at the young girl and pulled her smooth dark brown hair back exposing a glowing pale neck.
Resisting the animalistic urge inside him, Justin cautiously leaned down and softly placed his lips to the back of the sleeping girls' neck, sucking gently.
As expected, blood seeped through the pores, entering the young man's hungry mouth. In an instant Justin groaned lightly as his faint heartbeat quickened as life from the blood spread through his veins.
Licking the bloody spot slowly, the Hufflepuff breathed on the reddening area, sending dream waves to Rose's head. Come this morning and she'd believe the whole meeting was a dream and that she did see the unicorn.
Lifting her up, Justin wiped the traces of blood around his lips and walked down the well known path to the secret entrance; thank the gods for Helga Hufflepuff and her knack for building secret passages around the dorms.
He froze at the door when a familiar scent reached him. Looking past the trees, low branches and bushes his sharp eyes spotted someone sitting by a beech tree at the lake. He raised his eyebrows with interest.
This had to be the third member.
Kicking the stone on the castle wall, Justin waited patiently as the stones moved away and revealed a dimly lit passageway. He looked back at the sitting person then vanished in an unnatural speed inside the passageway. He'd have to leave Rose in the common room first.
-
Draco sighed as he hugged his knees weakly. The cold was doing him good, his hunger was subsiding considerably.
He stared at the inky black lake calmly, thinking back freely to his life so far. 'Just you're average old everyday life,' the blond thought sarcastically.
He looked at his reflection dully. A sixteen year old platinum blond teen stared back in the same expression. Not much had changed throughout the years, he was still bloody gorgeous but he rarely paid attention to it like his 'rabid fangirls' did.
His hair was still short, and he kept it that way just to annoy the girls, why were they so interested in him getting it long? He shook his head and sighed again, it wasn't just that either. It was mostly because he didn't want to have to look in the mirror and see his father as the reflection.
He didn't hate his father; he just didn't want to be like him. He wasn't brave enough anyway. The Slytherin smiled bitterly at his boyish reflection before throwing a rock at the water to distort it. He sat back and gazed at the star scattered sky.
Ah yes, his father, the great hero of the family, with his mother by his side as well. 'You idiots,' smiled Draco as he closed his eyes peacefully.
Revenge was such an addictive poison. If only the Dream Team knew, then maybe they wouldn't give him such a hard time…nah, that wasn't possible. After all, it was he who always insulted them.
'Can't help it,' he smiled again. He didn't blame the Gryffindor Trio for hating him, but it wasn't his fault his parents had to have a low profile. If they weren't so caught up in revenge then they'd notice that they had a son to take care of. His lips turned into a sneer at the lack of attention he used to get from Narcissa and Lucius.
They weren't horrible abusive parents, he reasoned, they did give him the best of everything…but they barely showed him affection. They were always off with Voldemort, waiting for the right time to strike.
'They could have done that a long time ago, especially when he would get distracted,' he took a sharp intake of breath and hugged his stomach at the sudden short pang. God how much he wished the sun would rise, 'stupid moon.'
When the pain left him he was left to ponder again. What were his mother and father doing now? He wondered aloofly, picking the grass lazily one by one. Last time he saw them his mother had locked herself in her room, mourning the loss of her second favorite cousin, and his father was busy feeling guilty, locking himself in his office, planning a better scheme to get back at Voldemort.
Biting back a bitter smile, Draco opened his eyes again only to face someone staring back at him upside down, hanging from a branch. The face was so close and unexpected that the blond yelped and jolted back only to hit his head against the bark.
The person snickered and flipped off the branch. If it weren't for the ice that suddenly form up, the guy would have landed on the lake with a giant splash. "Out of all the people," Justin smirked, looking down at the astonished Slytherin.
"How did you do that?" was Draco's first question. How the fuck did that small section of water suddenly freeze over like that!? It wasn't even that cold!
"Magic?" the Hufflepuff suggested airily, stepping off the ice and onto land, the ice quickly melted away.
"What the hell?" the blond's eyes widened as he looked from the perfectly iceless water to the towering Justin, "how…?"
The Hufflepuff kneeled down and faced Draco straight in the eye. "How what?"
Draco remained silent, staring at Justin with still wide eyes. A sudden tingle of fear began to creep up his spine as he stared into his eyes. They were the same hazel eyes, but they were empty, shiny and doll-like…exactly like a dolls eyes…
"Don't even start, you've got the same eyes as well, just gray," Justin grinned. Draco swallowed nervously, why was he so scared? By a Hufflepuff no less! Did he just read his mind!?
"G-get away from me!" he quivered, backing away only to realize that the tree was there. He was trapped!
"Or what?"
"Just get away!"
"My, my, the Slytherin Prince is scared of an itsy bitsy Hufflepuff," he said in a mock child voice before letting out a cold laugh.
Who was this guy? This couldn't be the push-over Finch-Fletchley Draco knew…this guy…sounded evil…
"Evil?" Justin raised an eyebrow, his grin growing and twisting back into a smirk, "since when did we switch places?" he grabbed him by the neck.
Draco was about to pull away from the grip only to find his body paralyzed; his muscles literally frozen like ice. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping this was all just another nightmare. This wasn't Finch-Fletchley, this wasn't real, he was back in bed sleeping, all he needed to do now was wake up before he'd be killed.
And then the hand on his neck loosened and disappeared, his body could move again, he was warm…
Gasping and coughing, Draco opened his eyes, his throat desperate for something warm, like hot chocolate for instance…
…Or blood…
He closed his eyes again, shaking his head as if trying to get the desire out of his mind.
"You life sucks."
He looked up to see Justin standing again, looking down at him with the same doll eyes. "What did you do?" Draco panted, caressing his neck.
"Shut up," he walked away, "I'm not telling you anything until you get your message."
"M-message!?" he stood up angrily. Now that the Hufflepuff was leaving the fear was melting away, "what the fuck are you talking about!?"
Literally in a split second he was thrown back on the ground with Justin on top of him. He wasn't afraid again, just surprised.
"Keep this a secret, stick to the shadows and stay away from the wicked," he warned icily through gritted teeth.
Before the Slytherin could even blink Justin was gone, leaving Draco to wonder if what just happened was his imagination running wild.
His stinging throat was the only proof that it happened.
-
The journey back to the Slytherin dungeons was murder. The sun was rising and the thick shadows were beginning to melt away as another day began to awaken. No one was awake, but there was always that worry of Filch and Mrs. Norris lurking nearby.
It wasn't just them.
When he was walking past the library he had the itchy feeling that someone was watching him all the way back to the dungeons.
Once he reached the common room he found it the same, except that Graham had fallen asleep on the sofa in his studies.
"Drink it," she says in a sweet innocent voice, "you're so thirsty."
Ignoring the fading hunger, Draco tiredly headed towards the boys dorms. Another night gone, just two more to go.
'Whoever invented beds should be given all the gold in the world,' Draco thought as he gratefully pulled back the curtains surrounding his bed.
A black bird sat patiently on his pillow, staring at the letter that lay before it.
Draco picked up the envelope and just stared at the front.
Name: Draco Malfoy
Age: 16
Location: Third bed of Slytherin Sixth Year Boys Dormitory
Position: Wizard
New Position: Doll
Justin said that he wouldn't tell him anything until he got a message. This had to be it.
-
Harry opened his eyes slowly, a cold breeze drifting over him. Yawning and turning around to look for the source of the cold he spotted the window next to him open.
Swearing sleepily, he pulled himself out of bed; sheets wrapped around him and all, and closed the window. Who on earth needed a window opened in the end of autumn?
Shaking his head and stretching his stiff muscles, Harry trudged over to his trunk and pulled out his clothes for the day while thinking back to his latest dream. For once it had nothing to do with the losses he had for the past sixteen years, instead…it was an odd dream, it was about a little girl, standing in darkness and drenched in blood. He wondered idly why it didn't scare him, just intrigued him, maybe he turned sadistic, the dream was deeply disturbing. Shaking his head he pulled out a towel, why was it so quiet?
After yawning again, he glanced at the other beds and found them empty. It was then that he could hear the faint patter of the showers in the bathroom. He looked around again and was surprised to see Ron's bed empty and neatly made.
Chuckling softly, Harry looked at the clock on his bedside table only to make a double take.
First off, the time was well past breakfast and most of the morning classes, and second, his glasses lay right next to it.
"Wha…" he put a hand to his face in shock before looking around the room for the third time. Everything was so clear and sharp, his eyesight was even better than when he had his glasses on. What was going on? How did his vision suddenly improve overnight? "Ron!" he instinctively turned to the empty bed excitedly only to remember that the redhead wasn't present.
Why didn't he wake him up? He frowned before hearing the showers again and sighing in relief. Of course, Ron was in the shower, that's why. He must he must have overslept as well. Shaking his head again, Harry walked to the bathroom.
"Ron?" he called out as he dumped his clothes on a bench. No answer, he looked at the showers curiously, though from his point of view and with all the steam, he couldn't see who was showering, "Ron!" he called out again, walking closer, wand in hand.
As he passed the sinks, he didn't notice the little girl in the reflection of the mirrors, staring after him with dead pink eyes.
"Who's there?" the raven head demanded loudly over the noise the showers were making, gripping his wand tightly he walked closer. Why wasn't anyone answering? "Quit playing around."
There was still no answer; besides the showers hitting loudly against the tiled floor everything was eerily silent. It felt like there was someone hiding…waiting…
This was strange. He was getting goosebumps, every step he kept taking made him feel paranoid, more than he ever was against Voldemort, and this was just the showers! Shaking his head, forcing himself to stay in focus, he reached the showers.
It was empty. All the showers were on but it was empty.
The fear wouldn't leave him though. He looked around; teeth clenched and heart beating painfully fast. What's going on? Why was he afraid!?
He turned around again and yelped in surprise and fear when a little girl looked up at him. When he realized it was just a girl he forced himself to breathe evenly. This was what he was worried about? Merlin he felt like a wimp.
"Hello," the girl said, looking up at him unblinkingly.
"What are you doing here? This is the boy's bathroom," Harry sighed, walking past her, "jeez! I feel so stupid!"
The little girl giggled, her voice echoing against the walls and giving off the effect that there were other girls hiding around the bathroom. The Gryffindor stopped walking and turned sharply to her.
She was gone…a few specks of blood shining in the light against the white tiled floor where she once stood.
Swallowing nervously, he grabbed his clothes and hurried out of the bathroom, screw showering, this was just too creepy.
-
Ron stared at his peanut butter and jelly sandwich blankly, not sure if he should eat it or not. Hermione didn't notice his predicament seeing as she had another fat book in front of her face again.
Harry hadn't been to any of the morning classes. The redhead sighed, wondering if he made the right choice in leaving his friend to oversleep the whole morning.
Hermione had been complaining over the raven heads lack of presence in the classes, saying that if he didn't start thinking about school instead of sleep then there's no point in becoming an Auror.
The redhead lifted his sandwich and stared at it. He wasn't really hungry, but…
He looked up at his attacker fearfully. He didn't want to die, not now, he was too young. "No…please," he whispered, scrambling back only to hit the corner of the dimly lit room, "I'm sorry!" he sobbed, "I w-won't disobey you again!"
"Good," was the low silky response, the attacker lowered his knife, kneeling down to him he whispered, "If you disobey me again, you know what I can do to you…"
Ron put down his sandwich, closing his eyes in disgust, the little appetite he had quickly diminished. He let out a whimper as he buried half of his face in one hand. Hermione looked up from her book.
"Something wrong?" her brows knitted in worry.
"Huh?" he looked up, startled, "no," he relaxed, seeing it was only Hermione, "sorry, I just feel a little stressed."
Before the brunette could argue, Harry's voice cut in. "Why didn't anyone wake me up!" he stomped over and sat down grumpily, grabbing a piece of toast and biting into it mercilessly.
Hermione blinked, taken aback by his sudden entrance and a certain thing missing. "Harry where's your glasses?"
"Wha-oh…big surprise, really, I can see without them now."
"That can't just happen overnight," she chuckled, taking it as a joke.
"Really?" he said sarcastically, taking another bite of his toast, "like I didn't know that."
"But how can that happen? Did someone hex you? Or did you ask Pomfrey or a teacher to help you with it?" she frowned.
"No," he swallowed his toast and poured himself a cup of pumpkin juice, "it just happened. Ron, seriously, why didn't you wake me up?"
"I tried to, I even stayed at the last minute," was the quiet answer, "we told the professors that you had a stomach ache and had to stay in bed for a while."
"Oh," he calmed down slightly, "thanks…you didn't imply that it was diarrhea did you?"
"No," he shook his head before grabbing his bag, "I'll see you later."
Both watched with raised eyebrows at the redhead walked out of the Great Hall, his head bowed slightly. "Is he all right?" Harry asked curiously. Hermione shrugged and sighed.
"He's probably off to the library again. Honestly, even I don't spend that much time there, a person needs a break from time to time," she huffed, returning to her book, "by the way, explain to me why you overslept, we had a review for a test in Transfiguration."
"I had a…" he frowned at his cup of pumpkin juice, "…study session before I went to sleep." He decided against telling her about the dream and the strange encounter with the girl from earlier. He still couldn't figure it out himself…
"Uh-huh," she narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "and why wasn't I invited?"
"Because it was when everyone was asleep, you were probably snoring off in space by that time," he lied swiftly.
"I don't snore!" the bushy haired girl huffed indignantly.
The flutters of wings overhead distracted them to look up as the owl post arrived. Hermione continued watching expectantly for the Daily Prophet while Harry went back to eating his lunch.
"Do I snore?" Hermione asked a bit worriedly as she gave the barn owl a knut.
"How should I know?" he laughed lightly, "if you do snore then it's nothing compared to Ron's."
"Really? How bad is it?" she laughed.
"Uh…well actually he used to snore," he shrugged, "lately I haven't heard a peep from him…" he watched in surprise as a black bird swooped down and landed smoothly on his empty plate, dropping the envelope it held in its beak before taking off again, "okay…that was…interesting," he muttered as he watched the bird leave through a window in a graceful speed.
He looked down at the letter on his plate.
Name: Harry Potter
Age: 16
Location: End of Gryffindor table at the Great Hall
Position: Wizard
New Position: Doll
On the upper left corner was a strangely written address:
Building: Youth Triangle
Country: England
Location: Nowhere
On the upper right there was a drop of dried blood acting as the stamp.
Mystified and idly intrigued, Harry opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
Dear Mr. H. Potter
We regret and are pleased to inform you that you've become a new member to the Doll Society. Please don't think of this as a joke due to the title of the society, think of it more as help with a consequence.
The Doll Society is a slow growing group that was built to help people like you. As hard as it is to explain this all to you, here are the basics to the society.
The Doll Society is a secret society that contains members that carry the disease and have unhappy pasts. By getting these members we watch over everyone around the globe and find those in need of help. After searching twice through your school we found four, that means you, and three other students.
This leads us to our other subject, the disease. When you join (and you can never leave, unfortunately) this means that you've somehow been exposed to the vamperic disease. The first symptom is that you've been having dreams of the first person to have the disease, a little girl by the name Lorain Port; we've sent you this letter as soon as we were notified.
You won't have your canine teeth elongating or anything, you'll just have the thirst for a week starting by the crescent moon. This thirst is very limited though, you can only drink the blood of the innocent.
We don't ask you to kill innocent people for blood, just drink a small portion every night until the week's over and the thirst will be gone until the next crescent moon. A warning though, never drink the blood of the wicked, it's happened before and the affects are…unpleasing. You must drink innocent blood though; if you don't for a year then your weak heart will stop beating and you'll become a vampire (Doll's have immortal life just like them).
We can't explain in this letter about the other sections of the Youth Triangle, we'll leave it to your friend to explain it to you until you actually come to the Youth Triangle. The other reason you joined is because you've suffered from loss, abuse and great responsibilities. This society will help you keep your grip a little longer, as well as adapt to your disease.
Welcome
Wilson Johnson
Fiona Tribowlna
Administrator Office
Youth Triangle
Keep this a secret, stick to the shadows and stay away from the wicked.
When Harry finished reading his mind went blank. He vaguely heard the bell ring for afternoon classes but he didn't get up, the only thing that kept running through his head was…
What the hell just happened!?
WELL! (puts hands together) I think this was the longest FIRST chapter I ever wrote! (sweatdrop) usually they're just six pages long or something but this one's SEVENTEEN BABY! WOOT! (jiggle)
If you want, can you tell me if I should put that whole foursome thing in 'cause I'm really confused if I should or shouldn't or just put it in at random times by switchy pairings…man…wouldn't it be weird for Draco to make out with a Hufflepuff? (imagines it)…maybe not…hrm…anyway!
Review please! (bows in gratitude) I'll get the other chapters for the other fics up soon!
