Harry cursed to himself as he lied on his bed. Why had he given Draco his
blood and piece of hair?
He really was honestly a moron. But, maybe Draco wasn't making a voodoo doll to make Harry his slave boy... yeah sure.
Harry screwed his eyes shut tightly as he tried to come up with a back-up plan just in case. He could possibly tell Snape but that would just get him more detention and more 'quality' time with Draco.
He could go to Dumbledore, yes that's what he would do. First thing in the morning he'd go straight to him. Just as long as Draco didn't complete whatever he was planning before then.
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Draco was still in the cold dirty dungeons. Thanks to the mudblood's expertise on translating spells he could finish the spell tonight and have tons of bloody fun tomorrow.
Draco carefully put three strands of Harry's jet-black hair into the grayish red syrup looking potion. It instantly turned into a shade of midnight blue.
Draco looked fascinated for a second then shook it off and added seven drops of the golden boy's blood. He only had about thirty seconds left to complete the potion properly.
Draco really didn't feel like losing any parts of his body at such an early hour of the morning.
He could picture Harry right now tossing and turning having no idea what was in store for tomorrow.
Draco cut a piece of his skin to also add seven drops to the concoction. Once that was done he said the transcript on his left.
"Geferi the wish goddess, my will humbly requests this offer, fourteen drops of blood to make the one who has stabbed my heart to not be able to see my next move."
Suddenly a face stretched dangerously close to Draco at his place sitting in front of the potion from the east wall and screamed, "Your wish is granted." She faded back into the wall with a snap.
Draco looked around confused; he didn't feel any different. He stood and looked himself over. As he was looking at himself a small ball of brown light was thrown at him.
He gasped as it came in contact with his body. He paused and then felt the pain soar throughout his veins, he couldn't scream because he could breathe.
All to soon it stopped and he looked around the room. Somehow his shirt was ripped off and he was on the floor.
After a few minutes of catching his breath he smiled and sprung to his feet. He felt more confident like he had extra power. It was almost addicting like a drug.
He shrugged the feeling aside and started his second potion. Draining his first potion he whistled a tune that was thought up. He was so excited he could hardly think straight.
This one was for the mudblood because in the morning she'd know exactly what he did from helping him.
He didn't want to blow his cover this soon in the game that had yet to begin.
A/n- Hope you like, the fun starts, next chapter please R/R
He really was honestly a moron. But, maybe Draco wasn't making a voodoo doll to make Harry his slave boy... yeah sure.
Harry screwed his eyes shut tightly as he tried to come up with a back-up plan just in case. He could possibly tell Snape but that would just get him more detention and more 'quality' time with Draco.
He could go to Dumbledore, yes that's what he would do. First thing in the morning he'd go straight to him. Just as long as Draco didn't complete whatever he was planning before then.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco was still in the cold dirty dungeons. Thanks to the mudblood's expertise on translating spells he could finish the spell tonight and have tons of bloody fun tomorrow.
Draco carefully put three strands of Harry's jet-black hair into the grayish red syrup looking potion. It instantly turned into a shade of midnight blue.
Draco looked fascinated for a second then shook it off and added seven drops of the golden boy's blood. He only had about thirty seconds left to complete the potion properly.
Draco really didn't feel like losing any parts of his body at such an early hour of the morning.
He could picture Harry right now tossing and turning having no idea what was in store for tomorrow.
Draco cut a piece of his skin to also add seven drops to the concoction. Once that was done he said the transcript on his left.
"Geferi the wish goddess, my will humbly requests this offer, fourteen drops of blood to make the one who has stabbed my heart to not be able to see my next move."
Suddenly a face stretched dangerously close to Draco at his place sitting in front of the potion from the east wall and screamed, "Your wish is granted." She faded back into the wall with a snap.
Draco looked around confused; he didn't feel any different. He stood and looked himself over. As he was looking at himself a small ball of brown light was thrown at him.
He gasped as it came in contact with his body. He paused and then felt the pain soar throughout his veins, he couldn't scream because he could breathe.
All to soon it stopped and he looked around the room. Somehow his shirt was ripped off and he was on the floor.
After a few minutes of catching his breath he smiled and sprung to his feet. He felt more confident like he had extra power. It was almost addicting like a drug.
He shrugged the feeling aside and started his second potion. Draining his first potion he whistled a tune that was thought up. He was so excited he could hardly think straight.
This one was for the mudblood because in the morning she'd know exactly what he did from helping him.
He didn't want to blow his cover this soon in the game that had yet to begin.
A/n- Hope you like, the fun starts, next chapter please R/R