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Shout Out: To another two new Reviewers!
Firstly, Andy-May It's good to hear you enjoy this. Always good. And I have taken heed to what you said and changed the story's format so it now has more spaces and looks easier to read.
Secondly, Old-Crow I applaud and praise you for the lengthy comment. It was like a big Christmas present. Thanks for sharing your views about what parts you liked, and yes there will be more to Dumbledore as the time goes on (He is after all my favourite character next to Sirius, both are dead now and I can't believe my bad luck)
I've also almost read all of the chapters to your post HBP story and it's real good. In fact i recommend other readers who see this note to take heed and visit her story "Tom and Harry" after you read this. It's real good, it puts mine to shame! lol. Can't blame me though, the teachers thought i had Dyslexia at some point when I was still in primary, yet I hold that for all my excuses these days hehe, I don't have it however my brother does, he's also colour blind and I can't help thinking I got off alright after all :D
NOTE: There is a lot of swearing, a lot. Where the F'word is used Left, Right and Centre, so turn a blind eye and start humming when you see it if you find it not to your liking.
By the way, MY SCHOOL BALL IS TOMORROW AND IM PSYCHED! w00t! w00t!
This means the next chapter will be delayed by a day and a half to make up for this time (The extra half day is for the hangover i plan to be recovering from hehe.)
Warning: Contains insight and plot lines relating to the sixth book HBP. So don't read this story if you haven't read it yet.
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts Houses Horcruxes
Chapter 4 - Past Encounters and In Return
Harry awoke to hear the rooster's crow early at dawn, again. He got up and changed out of his pyjamas and into something casual.
A loud snore came from its owner who was Ron, who also had his mouth gaping open and his face smushed into his pillow as if trying to swallow it whole, lanky legs entwined in his bed sheets. He had decided to crash on Harry's other bed last night.
Harry decided to leave him for the time being, as they didn't have much sleep the night before when they were playing wizarding poker with the whole of the Weasley family and Hermione.
He descended down the stairs with his hair messed in every swayed position possible, taking another wide yawn and almost stumbling down the stairs when he came to Ginny's landing, because by the looks of things she just woken up too, though still in her PJ's. Harry thought she looked rather cute and he gave a heart-felt smile to her.
"Morning Ginny"
"Morning Harry, hey what time are you guys leaving tonight?" She was smiling too. Since there were only three tickets for the four of them and she decided not to go, they were going to tell Slughorn that she couldn't come because she caught a bad bug overnight that couldn't be healed automatically with a swish of a wand; Ron said that she could have chronic Diahorrea as her excuse.
"Round six." Harry got back to her, and told her they should be there just before 8'oclock that night.
"Hey, you know that we'd definitely take you..." He trailed off. But he had hoped that she not come anyways as he was more than a little overprotective of her well being.
"I know its okay Harry seriously. Too bad Slughorn didn't have another invitation to spare but hey it's alright, its just rich people schmoozing together in a snobbish party and I doubt that it would be much fun." She concluded.
Harry couldn't help but agree with her and nodded in agreement, then progressed down the rest of the magically-in-place stairs to where Mrs Weasley was in her element and fussing in the kitchen, making sure all three of them later on had a decent sized breakfast at seven, which meant third helpings which Harry was not exactly complaining about.
He couldn't believe the day had finally come; now today they'd know if one more of Voldemort's Horcruxes was eliminated. Harry felt nervous, yet dead set determined to have it.
And this person who owns it now, Harry supposed was working for Voldemort and was in his tight circle of friends now or perhaps was a decade or so ago.
He was all ready getting dressed later on in the evening and was now waiting on the other two, the limo had strolled up by the clucking chickens outside The Burrow, he could tell by the crunch of the gravel and the chickens pecking and huffing more feverishly if at all possible.
Looking in the mirror, Harry thought briefly of what happened with the supposeably last Horcrux both he and Dumbledore went to go and retrieve and wondering if this time round something else bad like that was going to happen. He tried not to think about Dumbledore for now, so he reflected on his own reflection, seeing himself properly now Harry could see he wasn't a small little boy anymore and that he became fairly taller and more healthily built from a few square meals courtesy of Mrs Weasley's cooking.
Harry had the whole dark, long and ruggishly manly hair style going for him, his frames accentuating his brilliant green jade emerald eyes from his dear mother Lily.
He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and pants, with a bright white tie to radiate how cool his fashion sense really was. Of course Hermione and Ginny helped both him and Ron in this department.
"Harry mate, you shape up good!" Was Ron's response as he walked in adjusting his maroon tie, he was wearing instead black pants and the tie over his white long sleeved shirt.
"Thanks Ron, you look good too. I see you tried putting gel in you hair and it uhhh... looks good." Harry finished off lamely, seeing how Ron was so inexperienced in all things muggle he ended up having his hair drowned in it, giving off a slick oily appearance not unlike Malfoy's.
Ron scowled a little, and then agreed that yes he did look like a red headed version of the stupid idiotic bleeper and that the hairstyle refused to disappear no matter how many times he tried hexing it to oblivion; Harry stated that it wasn't smart to do that as Ron was lucky enough to not lose all his hair.
They both settled and slouched down on the moth eaten sofa waiting for Hermione to hurry up which turned out wasn't as long as they had originally thought, as girls would undoubtedly take getting ready.
Hermione walked in, and Ron gave a long low wolf-whistle which turned out to be a good move for him because Hermione closed in for an appreciate kiss, again and again. Though she backed off from him soon enough because the gel got on her makeup and she got pretty crossed.
She removed it with a simple spell and continued to kiss Ron a little more like nothing had happen, Ron eagerly accepted all of this of course. Harry turned his head around the other way so as to pretend he didn't see all this.
Hermione he saw wore the same outfit she purchased from when they went shopping in France. She was dressed up in a black dress, which had a lavender sheen to it and a stylish ruffling at the hem, the dress was a perfect fit for her as it showed off her feminine curves.
Glitz and glam, the three were dressed to impress and ready to rock the club at the Castle of Burlen.
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They hopped in the escorting limo which would take them there in just under two hours. Harry could hardly wait, his best friends who were foot rubbing together the entire time made him extremely awkward the whole car ride. A couple of Order members Harry did not know where invisible in the car with them under their cloaks and not making a sound.
The landscapes that flashed by showed a lot of green forestry and breathtaking mountain views. They had even past a breathtaking Clearwater lake, all of this reminding him of the home he had made at Hogwarts for the last four years. Not too long after they arrived at the foot of the castle, cars and people were everywhere and all looking impressively rich, looks like Ginny's assumption was correct he thought.
Upon entering the grand doors, he saw only a place that could only mean heaven to every boy back at Hogwarts. For there were girls, loads of girls, pretty looking, stunning and beautiful with men escorting them, tailing behind them or trying their luck to try and dance with one or two, or even dancing inappropriately with both girls at the same time.
Yes all the classy girls were here and the looks on all the guys' faces were fairly plain to see that they were highly pleased with their given surroundings, and they did look annoyingly smug and superior, like they were all purebloods that were born and bred to dine in all things fine.
It was incredibly colourful with everyone in their best. And the walls were decorated and lined in a high polished dark wood, the ceiling and floor in silvery marble. A lot of light seemed to be streaming not only from the lights from up above, but the sideline walk way in the centre and by the frames around the castle's large windows as well in pixie lights, from you guessed it, real pixies that were giving off a pale yet glittery neon fluorescent glow.
Harry automatically ditched Hermione and Ron as soon as they went down to the dance floor because he could tell they needed the alone time together, and left them to their slow dancing with each other that was getting pretty heated and steamy.
He went walking around trying to get in the groove, feeling a little awkward attempting to fit in this type of crowd but was having a good time without the other two or Ginny anyhow.
Many pretty girls came to dance with him for a few songs, he felt pretty chuffed but he knew he must keep his focus like try to mingle with people like Slughorn who had connections and be the lookout for any suspicious activity.
And he didn't have to wait very long for anything suspicious.
The pale blond haired teen that Harry recognised had talked to a few days ago at the Three Broomsticks was being harassed and pushed around very roughly by two pig-headed security guards.
He looked over to Ron and Hermione but they were both busy concentrating with one another as Hermione's arms were over Ron's neck and his arms around her waist and both were making out passionately together at this point.
Deciding it would be best time-wise to just go himself, then started the rage against the current that was the heavily densely populated crowd all dancing dangerously close with one another.
Harry was losing sight of the blonde girl and panicked, he only got through the worse part of the crowd and broke loose when he saw the security guys take her through the exit and into the adjoining corridor that was at the backstage of the hall which was heavily guarded.
Harry followed and ran towards their retreating backs. Whipped out his cloak and managed to go undetected, how he did he didn't know because it all happened so fast for him to take in.
He then ran across the length of the wide hallway, all the meantime trying to open the doors but all were locked. Alohamora didn't work either, he didn't really expect it to anyway but thought to check just in case.
More security men became visible and walking down towards Harry's way, with a few scantily dressed females draped around them and laughing ludicrously at their drunken antics and stupidity.
Harry only narrowly swerved to miss a bright highlighter green dressed girl with black leather boots from walking into him. He could just imagine Ginny commenting on what hoes those girls were.
Needless to say they didn't bother him as they were being preoccupied by the opposite sex and he was invisible and all, but Harry couldn't count on being so lucky next time.
He went and sat down in the corner nook with his cloak covering every inch of him, which was easier now since the cloak was enlargened by Professor McGonagall previously. Here he could see easily if the guards were to reappear with her without the chance of getting himself hit into another person.
The waiting around felt like forever, he had heard at least eight songs from the party come and gone so he estimated that twenty to thirty minutes just went by, which didn't look good for the new girl he had just recently met who he didn't even know by name, he never asked for it and she never gave it.
Anger surged throughout him, if those men had hurt her or touched her and he was pretty damn sure they had in all probabilities, they would have hell to pay for he decided, they were total berks without any consideration at all.
The two piggish guards re-emerged from a solid cell on the left side of the hallway a minute or so afterwards. Half dragging the pale girl's virtually numb body along and up the highly secured staircase further up ahead where two other guards who were almost twice their size were already positioned and armed with their wands menacingly.
Harry followed determinedly, careful where to tread and how much sound he emitted when half running to catch up to match their long strides as he did not want any trouble.
The other guard's huge muscles and solid figures took up the space to enter up through the lengthy stairs, and Harry didn't see how he could enter without being bumped into or causing any commotion, and seeing how badly injured that girl was he'd say she wouldn't last for too long so he had to act fast within reason.
He instinctively reached deep down into his pockets for his wand to better prepare himself only to discover quite pleasantly that right beside his wand was a few dungbombs left over from the twins at their joke shop. Harry could kiss them and made a mental note to next time he saw them, hairy armpits or no hairy armpits.
He let one off and flew it overhead to where the guards where positioned. He had got the reaction he wanted which was dead on.
"Oi, what the hell is going on here!" The trollish-like guards bellowed, panicked and ran a little ahead to see if more assaults came their way which was Harry thought, a very Goyle and Crabbe thing to have done as it was so totally stupid of them.
Harry took this opportunity to sneak through. Up and up he climbed, once he reached the landing he was to discover the whole floor past a dark oak door was decorated in the same fine dark oak setting. Antiques and rich curtains, lush carpet and stunning portraits, on every inch of the vintage wallpaper. It reminded him of the more pleasantly renovated Black Manor, but more warm and inviting.
He turned right very quickly from this room to another hallway full of more doors like a house version kind of maze, then set off at a slow jog to pace himself for a long night ahead.
Harry began a mental note of what turns he'd take at different corridors. Left, left, right, left, right, right, right, left, right, but soon found it impossible to remember as there were so many corners and he kept backtracking. He didn't even know which way to go, but would go in whatever direction or in whatever room he could see that held any more guards in, hoping that the unfortunate girl would be around there somewhere as well.
Still strong at a run he headed towards another room to check it out, and he found himself in a whirlwind of uncontrollable emotions as he turned his head before entering, he sensed something peculiar and saw for himself the very reason to be on the alert. For down the same corridor further down he had just glimpsed the ferret of a boy with the unpleasant surname of Malfoy.
'The traitor will pay dearly.' One thought raced through his mind alone.
Harry's head was inclined down, eyes that were set to kill were on Draco Malfoy. Mouth slightly open and audibly breathing loud as he tried to fully control himself yet it didn't work as hoped.
Malfoy looked at him strange and indeed tried to look calm all things considering, but his face soon enough showed a hint of being remotely scared as Harry began running towards him like a mad bull that caught sight of something red.
He stopped short just a good fifteen to twenty metres or so for a good duelling distance, and looked hellishly into Malfoy's gaze hoping to intimidate him more.
They had calmed down a bit during their little stare down, Malfoy not daring to look anywhere but at him and Harry flickering his eyes towards him then everywhere else quickly, analysing his surroundings.
He also noticed that Malfoy wasn't jeering with smart ass comments like usual, which proved good in his favour as he supposed he was scared when without his cronies here to defend him.
After a while Harry came to the conclusion that Malfoy didn't seem to have a wand on him, as he didn't whip it out to defend himself.
But Harry couldn't feel any slightly sympathetic towards him even if he was without any means to protect himself, so he painfully kept concentrating back to what happened on the night of Dumbledore's downfall and this made his anger skyrocket without a hitch, he had to be more than hell bent angry with him if he was to make him pay for what wrongs he had done.
Without waiting for their usual pre match insults, he noticed the tapestry on the wall beside Malfoy and instantly sent a curse towards it.
"Incendio!", Flames were now licking at the rug-like tapestry, like a solid wall of fire.
Malfoy immediately put his arms to his face to wildly protect himself for whatever onslaught was about to happen. The tapestry that was now burning was sent flying from banishing spell and was sent in Malfoy's direction, then Harry's mind made it so it coiled around his body for a few fair seconds, then released his grip on it. Harry breathing heavier still.
This was enough to burn Malfoy for a while damaging both his robes and even his skin, which still were on fire from being wrapped around a fiery tornado furnace for a second too long.
He looked incredibly weakened and a little worse for wear, yet not attempting to put out the fire that was still blazing on his clothes. No Stop-Drop-And Roll, no nothing, he just dangerously stood as if unaware.
Now Harry was puzzled and slightly panicked for Malfoy not to care about it despite his dangerous life threatening situation at the time being. He was flinching at the pain, yet stared determinedly coolly back at Harry daring him to do more damage. He was enduring it to see if Harry had the guts to continue.
So rising to the bait and searching wildly to see what else he could do, thought of what his father James would do to Snape in his position.
He then proceeded with the unfairly sided battle and shot Malfoy's body up to the ceiling with an incantation and a simple wrist movement to his wand, then finding himself actually doing such a thing to a person who was defenceless, no matter how much he was as a threat to him, released his grip almost at once and Malfoy fell bodily to the ground with an earth shattering thud. And he didn't look like he was going to get up again.
Now Harry's eyes were wide and fearful, thinking the worse. He then realised that he never wanted to do it in the first place deep down, but still done it anyway. It was the same sort of inhumane thing he did to Malfoy once before earlier on in the year, when he had performed one of the Half-Blood Prince's specialty moves reserved only for enemies.
He could feel a wet patch as he put his hand to his face in worry with what he had just gone and done. Dumbledore would not have said to him that he made the wisest choice, and knew he shouldn't've done it once he had. He fell to his knees and told himself enough was enough, no more no matter what.
Malfoy was still not stirring and he could not just let him be there in his condition, so Harry snapped to reality and ran to Malfoy's unmoving body that was crumpled on the floor. He tilted his head up to face him and saw that his nose was all bloodied and appeared broken. Checking to see if he had a pulse, ran his own fingers to the Slytherin's wrists and found that he was still alive, heart still pumping and lungs were stable with breathing.
He was just knocked out, no need to panic Harry told himself.
Harry then sat a metre away from him, trying to relax and slow every mad thought down. It was then that Harry noticed something strange.
Malfoy's wand tip was clearly visible sticking out from the top of his robe pocket.
Momentarily stunned and mouth slightly gaping, Harry wondered to himself why Malfoy didn't engage in fighting him.
It was odd, for Malfoy not to play dirty and to fight back, yet here he was on the floor already out of order in record timing. He wanted to be beaten up.
He stared to the ceiling in hopes in finding some sort of excuse or to provide another answer than that, because this realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. Maybe Malfoy simply did not want to live anymore, perhaps life had got so much worse for him that he could not take it.
He was still staring into space pointlessly for another minute, whilst Malfoy had regained consciousness at this point rather quickly and acted while Harry was still distracted. He got out his wand and took aim at him while he still wasn't looking.
"RETRORSUM!" Malfoy yelled with every ounce of strength.
It happened all in a whirl of red and green light, like some far off nightmare had come and enveloped his body and started attacking it with tormenting pain.
When the last of it died down, he found himself to have the same injuries Malfoy had. Somehow with one single curse Malfoy returned all the damage and inflicted it back on Harry, he had the same scorch marks and blows to him as Malfoy had as well, like some freaky parallel twin. Both had the exact same scratch, bruise and every little minor detail mark.
Harry quickly jumped to his feet like he just received a jolt of electricity, Malfoy following suit and they both started to circle each other warily. Both looking like they had just been hit by a bus or worse still.
They faced off together matching spell for spell, Harry immediately shoving all his regrets of hurting Malfoy before as he now had paid dearly for that mistake, both properly getting somewhere now that Malfoy stopped playing dumb yet also equally as cunning.
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After twenty minutes of the guards dragging her along, they reached the end of their final destination and found themselves in front of a huge magnificent Oak door, which reached from floor to ceiling that was approximately twelve metres high and three wide.
"In!" Ordered one of the oafs, god she wanted to kick him in the unmentionables, but she had to obey for her life was at stake.
"Get your hands off me!" She yelled, when she complied and walked in and one of them slid their hand down to her bum and laughed lecherously. They were sick minded with one thing clearly on their minds.
A cold male's voice from inside spoke irritably, "This better be good you two as I'm quite busy at the moment."
The guards looked at each other smiling like idiots, "I'm sure you want to see this ...lady sir, found her like you asked at last. Didn't put up much of a fight as I had expected."
She could tell the man inside was interested, because he then beckoned them in even with his given company he had at the moment.
The guards ushered her in right inside for the whole way and she had no choice but to follow for their hands now vice gripped her own, and upon tilting her head up when entering she could see the leader and a few others on the furniture.
His henchmen released her and ordered for her to go towards the man by the fireplace to wait.
Her broken high heeled platform shoes stepped tentatively onto the elegant fluffy white rug, the grand furnace's fire giving off immense heat that she had to put her hand in front of her to shield her already heavily dealt to black and blue bruised face and body.
The man, who looked very young, was most probably a head superior of the castle and was lying quite comfortably on the big comfy couch with two women by his side.
Feeling weary, over worn, and in immense pain, she gave off the look of utmost loathing at him trying to look unaffected.
She couldn't fight given her condition, and chances of finding an escape route seemed unthinkable seeing how they were in a fully fortified and heavily secured castle, all it needed was a moat and a few crocodiles.
And was she imagining it, or were the men that brought her here looking extremely pleased with themselves, as if they landed the catch of the day? What was she, just another girl to be done away with afterwards?
Oh yes, they were looking for a piece of fresh meat to satisfy their needs for tonight's festivities. Like they didn't have enough dancers around their beds even now waiting for them as it was.
Thank god the guards didn't force themselves on her before either, she was sure that they were told not to by someone higher, perhaps because of this very man on the couch. Who may even wanted her for himself only, for his own purposes in the bedroom later on. She mentally thought he had slapped a 'Reserved' sign on her that warned all others to back off. Like she was his possession and he could do whatever he liked.
It was oddly quiet for a long time, the man seemed to be scrutinising and looking her up and down with his piercing eyes, whilst he was being fed by one of the women with blood red grapes.
The girl stared back determinedly at him, so as not to give him any satisfaction. All whilst trying hard not to black out as the pain was really overwhelming at this point.
But she was in no position to show any weakness, not now, especially since she came this close and she knew she could not just walk away with nothing.
He raised himself slowly off the couch at last, and came level where the top of her head was up to his cold malicious, steely blue eyes that would haunt her afterwards.
"How long has she been beaten up for?" He asked with voice level, and the guards stupid goofy smiles faded a bit.
"I'd say a good half-hour"
This man, then gave a short bark like laugh and the guards relaxed and returned to smiling like imbeciles.
"I see you still have your stubborn pride, you should have conceded defeat to them earlier - girl." He basically spat the last word then continued.
"I have been aware of your presence around this area for quite sometime now, i thought i made it clear to you not to set foot on these lands again."
He spoke in quite a calm and careful manner, yet it was hard and chilling nevertheless.
She stared intently into his eyes mystified. When or where has he ever said that? She's never even met this person before. He must've notice and anticipated the surprise in her eyes as well because he then said "Its me Zanthe, the boy you once knew as Bade. You would remember, my mother and I met you at this very lake near by the castle almost ten years ago with your grandfather." Recalling as though if it were just yesterday.
This caused the girl, Zanthe, to have tears swelling up in the corner of her eyes. "No..." She gasped out. Recognising the man's identity at once even though hewas unrecognisable.
"Yes Zanthe. You do remember, and we have made it specifically clear -"
"No..." Her hands raked her hair in frustration, her left leg buckling and she slid down to her left knee.
"You... You bastard, don't you dare, don't you dare!" For she knew what would happen next, but hadn't anticipated this future confrontation to turn out at all like this.
Bade began pacing around her fallen figure.
"It didn't have to come to your grandfather's untimely death, you know as well as I - that could have been easily avoided if you just heeded mother's warning."
Zanthe was now openly weeping and trying desperately; and failing, to stop the tears falling. Her face was even more swollen and now a brilliant puffy red to compliment her smudged lipstick.
"- You should have run away you know, it would have been best for us all." He continued on.
"JUST SHUT UP!" She screamed out of retaliation, refusing to hear any more poison.
"It was your fault he died." He stated simply.
"What the FUCK do you know! You and Blaise are to blame! Don't you dare start, not since you-"
He reached across to her and dragged her painfully up by her arm, twisting it to stop her say any further. Her wincing in blind pain in the now dislocated arm.
"Don't you EVER - say - that - name - to - me - again! EVER!" Twisting her arm even more with the last word.
With that he released her arm and spat like pure venom on the floor by her feet.
"The next time you come back here, you will lose much more than just your petty life. Next time I'll make sure to split your soul into a stinking Horcrux instead, then we'll see you in another millennium alongside with me and see how you like it, I'm doing this for your own damn good you stupid little wench! And you decide to ruin everything anyway! Even though you knew what would happen if you did?"
Zanthe collapsed to the floor completely in a heap and broke down silently.
He rounded off, by smashing a nearby valuable vase into the wall in frustrated anger.
"Fuck! You don't, don't know how much you stuffed up for us all!" His eyes positively alive with madness.
She gave a hiccoughing-like sniff attack, becoming more scared than she'd ever been previously in her whole life, aside from witnessing her Grandfather's own death.
He turned to his cronies and amusement girls. "Leave us."
Zanthe thought thankfully that it was her cue to leave, and tried to sit up but was incredibly aching all over.
"Not you, I'm not finished with you yet." Zanthe gave a terrified whimper.
As soon as the others had left, he walked to a cabinet which was near the magnificent door and withdrew an antique gold key from his robe pocket, then unlocked it.
His hand reached in and found a highly furnished and valuable teal jewellery box.
And when finished opening that, he withdrew a black opal anklet carefully that was looking deadly ominous.
Bade strode to the rug where Zanthe was curled up and shaking, who was not paying any notice to Bade at all in hopes that he'd just leave her alone.
He clasped it to her ankle, and before she realised what was happening, took her in her arms and carried her to his bedroom wing, past his master bedroom and into his ensuite bathroom which was lavishly decorated in silver marble from the shower and Jacuzzi bath to the water basin tap.
"Clean up. I'm coming in there myself in ten minutes if your not washing up by then." He stepped outside the door and locked it with a spell, she couldn't get out because his henchmen had her wand.
She sulked, and regretted her appalling rash actions back out there before, she could have handled herself better but her emotions got the better of her.
Bade walked lazily back into the room and sat back down on the couch finishing off the last of the grapes without any one present.
He heard someone by the door another five minutes later and told them to go away and that they were not ordered to come in.
Yet our dear Harry thought otherwise.
A spell was cast and he blasted the door off its hinges, sending splinters of the fine furnished oak door flying to the floor.
After the initial shock wore off Bade shouted.
"Who are you, and what right have you to blast my door to fucken smithereens!" He yelled, eying up the boy who had just entered and looked nearly dead on his feet already, but was powered on by his own motivations.
Harry just wasn't listening, he was in a blind rage. Minutes before he had encountered Draco Malfoy and feeling extremely ill tempered when he duelled him and just narrowly won.
He had learned everything he needed to know when he walked away victorious, yet wish it didn't come to forcing the information out of the blonde slime ball.
He shook his flyaway hair out of his eyes and pointed his faithful phoenix feathered, holly wand right at Bade's direction.
"Where is she!"
"How dare you tell me what to do!" Bade hissed back. "I think I deserve to know who the hell you think you are." He demanded in an almost royal tone.
Harry stared right into the depths of Bade's non existent soul. "Your worse fucken nightmare." He spoke dead quietly.
"Hah, i live my nightmare, so go on tell me who you really are." Bade felt intrigued, to know who the young insolent boy was, who probably didn't even know who he was talking to.
Harry did not relent, "Tell me where she is first otherwise I'm doing jackshit, you fuckers deserve to be killed. If I find you've touched her -" He warned menacingly, with this he shot one of Snape's deadly slashing spell just short of Bade's feet, which left engraved a big slash on the carpet which also grazed the fine wooden panelling underneath.
Harry's rage building and fuelling to his fire power even more, he was pumped with a murderous kind of adrenaline. His emerald eyes giving off the impression of jaded jagged ice.
Now Bade was definitely curious to know who he was, to have known and performed that particular spell... he decided to play along with Harry for the meantime.
"She's actually cleaning up her wounds in the bathroom now as a matter of fact."
He spoke confidently, so deliberate and stone cold. Harry stared transfixed at his eyes trying to determine if this was a lie or not. Because whatever answer he expected out of Bade it wasn't that, and that totally threw him off.
"What d'you...?"
"I mean I didn't touch her like that, I have enough decency not to touch a person not willing, who do you expect me to be?"
"A Deatheater. You all have no decency, nor morals so don't talk bullshit." Harry shot back.
Bade paused calculating something else, now he definitely needed to know who this person was full stop.
"I'm no Deatheater, that's a downright insult. Now that I've told you what you've wanted, you now are to kindly tell me who you are." Eyes flashing, hoping Harry would get his point.
At this Harry took the hand that wasn't wielding the wand and lifted up his hair on his fringe that covered his scar, hoping to get Bade's attention that he meant business with him.
Bade's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What do you want with her? She's not of your concern."
"No, you tell me what you want with her, I want answers right now!" Harry's body and wand reaching closer towards Bade, dangerously close.
He didn't reply.
"C'mon, either you tell me or i get my friends to take Malfoy to rejoin his father over in Azkaban, sure your Deatheater mates would love that!" Harry threatened, not believing for a second that Bade wasn't one, he seemed the type and he definitely was evil enough.
"I've already told you I'm no Deatheater, and do you think I honestly care about Malfoy? I really don't care what happens to him actuall-"
"-But you seem to think that she is worth more than him?" he cut him off curiously, referring to the girl in question.
"Yes I do in fact, and there's no way I'm telling you why Potter. I have been generous enough to share more than enough information with you, now-" With this he waved his hand and Harry's wand shot out of his hand and onto the rug nearby.
"You tell me-"
Another wave of his hand, and Harry became pinned to the wall, Bade closing in on him with each step.
"Why you seem so keen in her best interests?" He then performed Sectumsempra, the same slashing curse on Harry that Harry tried performing on him for scare tactics before.
Blood was seeping through Harry's robes and leaking onto the floor. Harry felt strangely sick to his stomach and weak, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, head then lolling and falling limp.
His body not being to take it anymore, and all he knew was darkness.
-o-0-o-
Bade ignored Harry's body and proceeded to just outside his bathroom door once more.
"Times up, you better be ready in there or I'm doing it for you, with you naked or not I personally don't give a damn."
He heard slow movement then slowly a silent moan, he opened it and saw Zanthe was sitting on the floor in a state basically 'Half with it'.
All her wounds were rid of blood, and Bade could tell she had done what she was told.
"Why... wha... why's there, this, on my foot..." She trailed off hopelessly just noticing the anklet, looking even more scared so he thought, she did know what it was after all, he knew it.
"Because you didn't listen." He said with sadness tinged in his voice which was a bit cracked, he lowered himself level to her on the floor and with this he placed his hand on the anklet, activated the charm with an eerie silver glow from his hand, she gasped and yelled sharply from the most intense pain she had ever experienced. The pain was suffocating.
Her body had finally stopped being stubborn and succumbed to being unconscious, all went black.
"Right, what would I ever do now with you two?" As he levitated her to the room Harry was in.
Another wave of his hand impatiently and then both teens were floating in mid air side-by-side, Bade's face was void of any emotion, suggesting him to look inhumane.
Bade waited patiently for a while, obviously waiting for something to happen as he looked on at them expectantly.
A few seconds later another figure apparated from thin air, then made his way over to Bade who was intrigued of the two new guests that were unconscious and in the air supported by magic.
Bade seemed to be anticipating his arrival as if on time.
For the ten minutes both he and Bade were discussing something important, and then it came to a hushed heated argument that was barely above a whisper.
"I had to, she left me no choice and I had to put it on her!" Bade was saying, the other man not looking at all pleased.
"You could have just altered her memory and sent her on her merry way, that would have been the better choice."
Bade shook his head "No, years ago I did the Unbreakable Vow, I'm bound to her now." The other man looked at him appalled.
"I see, and are you going to divulge me as to why you made such a thing?" He spoke outraged.
Bade looked into his eyes hauntingly "I can't, I wouldn't be standing here right now if I do tell."
The man seemed to accept this answer for now and both men stayed quiet, the guest pacing slowly in front of the fire.
A low moan was heard and they could see Harry coming round, but blood trickling down the front of his mouth.
The new stranger found Harry familiar, however did not know of the boy's identity.
"What have you done to him Bade! Why's he bleeding to death!"
Bade looked towards the Boy-Who-Lived, and too could see that it looked like Harry did have much longer by the looks of things.
"Just watch, not long now."
"But."
"Cousin, just look alright? Now if things go accordingly he'll come right." Here he pointed suggestedly to the anklet that Zanthe was wearing.
Bade's cousin, apparently catching on to his hint said "Oh." Simply, as if it was alright after all.
Harry then looked like he was choking on his own blood and struggled and wriggled helplessly in his body that had no strength remaining.
Then when it seemed to be quietening down, and him going deathly quiet...
Zanthe gasped real loudly as if resurfacing from water and recovering from drowning herself, her eyes glowing a strange unearthly mystical white.
The black opal was turning hazy silver, the same colour as the metal bounding the magical crystal. It was enveloping both her and Harry in the strange mist, the anklet overheating and the centre gem then transforming into a hot white. Another gasp and she fell unconscious once more, though her face and body showing no signs of having been beaten anymore.
Harry too, looked as if he was all healed as well, even the battle scars of his encounter with Malfoy. He stirred and came around properly, his gaze fell upon the two men with eyesight hazy because his glasses were smashed earlier on.
He naturally panicked at what he saw next.
"-Sirius"
A/N: Oh Cliff hanger! Oh you guys won't be very happy with me when you next review I can tell you that much.
But please review! I really want feedback like you wont believe, so far I've had just under 300 page hits on this story last time I checked, and that's not good considering i only have 6 reviews right now. Comment on what you think will need improvement, on other things as well like a particular scene you liked, anything! I will always get back to your reply in my shout out mentioning in the chapter afterwards.
Also, I wanted to get your opinion of something. Should I mention things about these certain Horcruxes that I'm about to introduce, as in like certain special effects afterwards? An example would be Slytherin's Ring and how Dumbledore's hand had turned black. But instead of making them all negative effects, I was perhaps thinking that some effects could be good instead. Like the Opal Anklet that had just appeared to heal Zanthe and Harry, but you don't know as of yet if that even IS a Horcrux. Oh dang did I just gave myself away there? Hmmm, but you might think I anticipated you thinking that already, so thought that this comment may be a diversion. So now you know for sure it is indeed a Horcrux, and nothing I can say can persuade you not to think otherwise. Oh dear me I do seem to ramble nothing but nonsense don't I? I think on this note I'll shut up...
P.S. "Retrorsum" Means Reverse, and in this case 'In reverse order' or 'In return'. I reckon this is the kind of spell both Voldemort and Harry were both in when Voldemort's victims he murdered came out of his wand as shadowy things in reverse order. This was in the 4th book. I thought Malfoy seeing as he was a Slytherin would be low enough to counter attack with it. In this story I classify it to be a spell really powerful and deadly if used by the wrong person.