Dark Visions
The burning of the tattoo finally took all of his attention off the conversation. Voldemort wouldn't take too well to being ignored so long. Only pain would come from it.
"I apologize, but the Dark Lord is calling and he won't care that I'm spending time with the rest of my family. Especially when one of them is his sworn nemesis." The pain was going to an unbearable point and without a word longer dashed into the fireplace to floo to the Riddle Manor.
Draco and Harry sat in silence with the turn of events. There was an air of foreboding surrounding them, fooling with them. For Voldemort to call so close to classes to start would be disastrous for his cause. His spy would most likely be discovered when he was late to class. And the fact that Harry didn't feel the emotions through the scar's connection didn't bode well at all. Voldie wasn't thinking things through.
"Well I guess we pretty much will have to get used to that happening periodically," Draco drawled, lied back in the silver lined chair, "Wonder what the bastard wants from him."
"This isn't good…"
Draco started once hearing the low, almost trance like tone Harry had adapted. He was deep in thought, no doubt, and by the looks of things, not everything was going to plan. A strong aura of power had filled the room, dangerous yet so comforting. Silence filled the room as Harry stared into the fire, but Draco couldn't distinguish for what reason… it was if Harry was trying to gain the answer of his unspoken questions or call back Severus. He was about to question Harry's motives until, "I can't feel anything…"
To gain one answer only produces more questions, and Draco was receiving too much. What in the world was he talking about? There were rumors that the Dark Lord and Harry Potter, or Sansone Snape as he should be called now, were connected, but no one knew for sure. And he wasn't answering. All he could do is watch as Harry stood and paced the room, unknowingly crossing the same path his father had gone through just earlier. "That doesn't even make sense."
"I don't feel what's going on, but there is no mind block… but magic is stopping it… And I don't think that its Voldemort's doing…" Then it seemed as if a light bulb had gone off in the Gryffindor's head, "The Dream Potion, that's it! It must be the blockade. Now just to find the antidote…" He started running around the apartment, rummaging through the many potion bottles that littered the shelves, not caring about which ones he knocked over. Draco shot up to fix back the bottles in their proper positions. No doubt, when he would come back, the Potions Master would want everything back the way he had left it.
"Would you care to explain what the Hell is happening right now? What is this potion you are talking about? If you just settle down, I could find whatever you are looking for."
Harry didn't even stop rummaging through the bottles to answer, "I had a potion to stop dreams happening, connection dreams, and I want the antidote right now."
"What color was the original potion if you can't give me the name?"
"It was purple," he continued after a long while, "and had silver going around in it. Snape- Dad?- told me the name earlier, but I forgot about it. It didn't taste very good."
"You want to look for a green potion with grey dust. Make sure it is grey and not black, that's important, because there is another potion by that description."
"Aha!" Harry exclaimed, a green potion clasped tightly in his hands. And without even double checking the potion's authenticity, he drained the bottle and slammed it on the table. Draco could only stand and watch as Harry's scar glowed green and he was forced down to his knees by some invisible hands. A scream like no other erupted from his newly formed magical brother's throat, frightening him like nothing else. It was if the Gryffindor was possessed or under Cruciatus as he flawed his arms around manically. He started mumbling some mad words making no sense at all making the Ice Prince even more confused than it should be humanly possible.
The potion slid down swiftly, creating a freezing trail behind to stick at the side of his throat. But nothing else. It was if he chose the wrong potion even though it was clearly labeled. Draco stared at him as if he were crazy, which given the circumstances, he saw how he might be. Drinking a potion and not know the reactions to it…
But just as he was about to shrug it off as nothing much, a fiery pain split his head in two, or at least to his perspective, at his head. A pain rivaling to the Crucitus curse spread from his scar to the rest of his body forcing him to his knees. In the background, he thought he could hear Draco call out to him, but there was other things occupying his thoughts.
A flash impaired his vision and the next thing he knew, he laid in an open field surrounded by black forms in a circular wall. But instead of looking at him –how he knew, he really didn't know- their eyes were directed towards the lump of clothing next to him. It didn't seem to be alive, but his senses told him otherwise. The aura surrounding the lump, though very weak, was one he recognized. But before he could call out to his father, as the aura was telling him the lump was, another aura filled his senses and it was one he expected, but was hoping to avoid.
"Where are your children, Severus?" Voldemort's snake like voice filled the field. "You come though you knew you would never see them again. Will they be sad, Severus? Will they search for revenge?"
"You speak as if there is more than one, you bastard. I only have one son. And he will seek revenge, I assure you, no matter if I live or not."
"How quaint," the Dark Lord said sarcastically among the hysteric laughter of his Death Eaters, "but I do know that you have signed the adoption papers of Draco Malfoy to make sure he doesn't become one of my loyal followers. But I assure you, he wouldn't have made it close to consideration before I order him killed. His true father was a fool, a bumbling fool, who was lucky he had connections with the Hogwart's School Board. Or else he would have been killed long ago. But he isn't on the board now, so he could just rot in Azkaban till the rest of his days. But we are going away from the scheduled taunting. I know your boys will be coming for you. And I'm waiting for it."
"Professor, professor!"
Albus Dumbledore sat as still as could be at his desk, looking on at the Slytherin and Gryffindor as they burst into his office almost as if he had expected them. He waited as the two caught their breath before offering one of his precious lemon drops. No one understood the great simplicity of the muggle candy whether due to it being of muggle origin or the tangy taste. And as usual, they politely refused he offer though young Draco looked upon him as if it were a cruel punishment to take one.
"What could I do for you, boys?"
"Professor Snape is in trouble." Draco projected. No matter the danger happening, he knew Severus would not like him calling him as such in front of the headmaster. He said it was courtesy which the headmaster valued.
"What kind of trouble?" he answered, lemon drops forgotten. The dealings with Voldemort were no matter to be lazy on, it demanded their full attention or else additional problems would come of it. He turned to Draco as he was the one who told it in the first place only to receive a cool shrug. Of course, it would have been from Harry. "But you are not able to receive visions."
"I took the antidote and immediately got a vision."
There was great unrest in the room as the elder wizard looked at the pros and cons of recklessly jumping in to rescue their Potion's Master. Something didn't feel right about the situation. Severus hadn't used his emergency beacon to report his problem, but then again it could have been intercepted or taken. If they rushed into the hidden Dark Manor, wherever it was, and find out that it was just a false alarm, they would be putting Severus into the danger they sought to avoid.
"I am afraid we have to wait and see what happens."
"How could you say such a thing?" Harry demanded, jumping up in outrage, "you would just be sending him to death! Wouldn't it have just been easier for us to throw him into the veil when it still existed?"
Knowing that he could be helping someone in trouble, his family and not doing anything was really bothering him. Even being tied to the chair with magical bonds didn't soothe him in the least. What was the point of having the visions if it wasn't to help those in need? And he finally had a family to defend! He could actually go ready to fight just as the Weasleys had whenever their honor was challenged.
He didn't know when Shape had changed to his father in his mind, and it would probably remain a mystery, but he was his flesh and blood, damn it!
"It is nothing of the sort, child," the headmaster answered. A soothing feeling filled the room and Harry stopped struggling. He didn't even know when he was magically tied to the chair, Dumbledore probably did it wandlessly… "The circumstances behind this is rather out of the ordinary. Has there been any time where you were cut off from the rest of the vision?"
Harry thought for a moment, "No," he admitted softly, "only this time."
"And you had said you had gotten the vision just after you drank the antidote potion?" Both Harry and Draco nodded, not knowing where this was going. "I will have to ask you to show us your vision, my boy, by the use of Pensieve. Just relax, I'll do all the work, all you have to do is think of the incident."
Harry watched as his silver wisps of memories were transferred to the swirling basin with the other memory wisps of Dumbledore's. It took awhile, but every time the wand was brought to his head, parts of the vision were disappearing. He couldn't remember any longer.
Once he finished, Dumbledore motioned for them all to stay there, not that Harry had any choice, and disappeared into the basin. The only sound was the sound of Dumbledore's strange clock. It had no handles, nor numbers, but a bumblebee buzzed around its sides, in an erratic fashion. How you were to tell time from that, they may never know, but it was so Dumbledore.
Finally, Dumbledore fell out of the basin, brushing off imaginary wrinkles and dust. He nodded knowingly, popped another lemon drop in his mouth, and sat promptly on his chair.
"As I expected."
Draco and Harry waited for an explanation, but received none. All they got was a "Would you like a lemon drop?" which they refused. Those things had to be laced with something. The Headmaster was just too strange to be eating normal foods that didn't have any sort of drug or potion on them. They were addicting to the elder man.
The silence was interrupted by the door slamming against the wall when opened. Severus Snape stood, blood dripping from his side, ignoring the pain to walk to the Headmaster's table. "He was not happy for waiting, Headmaster, which would explain my state. He was demanding the Inferno Potion for some reason and I do not want to think about it any longer. That is all."
Harry jumped up out of his seat the second the Headmaster released him from the bonds, to help his father keep steady. "How did you know?" Harry demanded the Headmaster.
"You see, my boy, there were small hints that stopped me from making any decision to step in. The first thing is that, under similar circumstances, you should not have had a vision just as you drank the antidote. It would have been gradual. Second of all, Voldemort likes to play with his victims, drag them into a false sense of awareness. This seemed too soon. It would have been perilous for you to attempt a rescue."
"What are you meaning, Albus?" Severus demanded, "Are you meaning to say that these two were trying to break into the Dark Manor?"
"To save you!" Harry exclaimed. Draco sighed loudly, kicked him in the shin and muttered something about not admitting to a crime.
Severus looked just about to yell the remaining of his lungs out but a knock on the door stopped him. It was a representative from St. Mungos.
"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but you did ask me to report any changes in the people you brought into the hospital. Samantha Sinral and Sirius Black have both just woken up."
I give up begging for reviews, I really do. I think it's gotten to a really sad point actually.
KrazeyForever: Oh, don't worry, it wasn't a flame, just a caring person that reminded me that you don't want to drag it on too long. A simple ending would suffice or else it just seems too much, you know? I actually haven't gotten a flame for this story. The first ever review I had was a flame (for a story I took off because of) and that threw me through a loop…
Makalani Astral: Yes, Draco and Harry are trying it out to be acquaintances. Draco might be thoroughly confused by the whole ordeal, but wouldn't you? He had to watch as basically his new brother had a vision and tell news that their new father was in danger. I would be freaking out, to tell you the truth. Draco is just very strong.