8-31-05
To All Readers: (READ THIS FIRST)
Thanks for the reviews, the notice below is unnecessary for those of you beautiful reviewers who have not had problems with future SLASH implications of this story: This a large note to a FLAME I received for the story, so for all the kind reviewers that are not offended by slash; just skip this insulting letter and scroll down to Chapter 10 and just continue on with the story;
Big Notice To The Dictator of Heterosexuality (AKA Sodomizes with Severus)
Unlike you, I am an educated individual who DOES have morals, Due to my being an American citizen, I am ENTITLED to print, write whatever I wish regardless of SEXUALITY, RELIGION, etc.( READ THE CONSTITIUTION PREAMBLE YOU ASSHOLE) You as sensible person should have just clicked the BACK BUTTON and left me alone. I believe I have warned that it is SLASH so spare me your unnecessary lecture since I actually already know the history, I'll have you know I am a top ranking student in my class particulary in history and social cultures, so I am not a dumbass like you.
Furthermore, you have really defeated your impetuous effort in actually taking the time to review; since it counts as a review I know have 18 Reviews; making me A VERY HAPPY PERSON; contrary to your mitigated efforts in destroying my desire to write this story. In addition, I am actually quite pleased to have been flamed so it only drives me to continue the quest of this story and rebel against your unjust cause. I also would like to include that some of your technicalities in your tedious lecture were incorrect; I won't waste time pointing them out as they are quite obvious I believe you should review your excerpts from the Bible: Old Testament; story of Sodom; and the Talmud (For muslim religious technicalities) because obviously you got it from some "Mary Lou's Pointless information" site which if you KNEW how to do research correctly, you would have enquired in a encyclopedia or a validated university/institution/college website.
Finally the really vulgar nonsense which I say with a laugh since reading your review made me laugh hilariously: FUCK YOU and BURN IN RELIGIOUS HELL YOU HYPOCRITICAL BASTARD
Yours unsincerely, because you're a moronic imbecile
RiDoFsTaRs
P.S: I am reporting you to FFN: So help me that I will find you; faggot; yes you must be gay in order to so vehemently reproach my writing.
END OF INSULTING NOTICE
Chapter 10
It was never clear before this, what were Draco's motives for having Harry around for the hols. As a child whom was spoiled both by material wealth and complacency, he could have seen Harry as another possession. Yet, the dark-haired mysterious boy was not such for Malfoy; he was indeed a friend, albeit aloof and dazed one, still he was the first of his age to consider his own thoughts and ideas. Thus Draco could not quite compartmentalize this boy, that as a friend or much more.
Merely, it was for his pleasure to have Harry there, his parents while weary of such a choice of guest, were induced to know what sort of boy this illusive child-hero was. It need not be mentioned the other ulterior motives of having the "Golden Boy" in their residence would do for their reputation and their own personal agendas. Yet for the sanctity of the holiday it need not be worried upon-yet.
They left the train station on sleek, elegant car, not to attract any muggle notice as per usual. The ride was filled by anecdotes from Draco about school and what more but school? Harry maintained his polite silence, he felt as the invader on the virgin land of a family, except for Mr. Malfoy. He would smile and acknowledge Draco when questioned directly, yet Harry had the strange sensation of being weighed, measured and labeled. Still he never locked eyes with the man; Lucius was the ultimate in elegant spying with no sound proof or basis.
Narcissa was quite polarized to all the sentiments in the compartment; her mind was worried, nervous even, for the holiday. That such a boy as Harry could be here- so close to the truth and yet oblivious to what was at his hands. Had she not kept her vow worthy, it would have been a different story. Although young, the blood of an ancient race coursed through her veins whispering the secrets of a long forgotten past. And how to prevent the truth from one so deserved. Perhaps he already questioned the silence on his parents' past, of their true identity? She argued with herself a tireless battle of over exhausted rationale. The mockery in this connection and the poison forthwith that it could create would ruin millions.
Lucius was of no fretting nature, he as usual, was calm, detached from the situation. It was nearly a play, a little production he manipulated. He thought of the possibilities and what he prayed would not be. He was studying the little boy and analyzing his components without so much a sentence of conversation. The hidden hue of unpredictable variables in the emerald eyes as if a secret lingered there that none but his innermost self could decipher. Of all the secrets Lucius had burrowed and revealed he could not but help to be intrigued in the mocking emerald eyes, had he to fear of some disastrous finality in the future, something that would inextricably connect them besides the sides of light and darkness?
Draco, having enough of over calculating minds, happened to fancy a yell of arrival, excited to return once more to his home. This side of childish play, of carefree kindness was what kept Harry silent. The mature and arrogant man-child he had met on the train to Hogwarts was gone. It was as if time had turned around to show this curious, albeit disconcerting, side of his nature. Regardless, he still had this fiery dervish temper but relaxed as if only the pure elements of the earth were coveting him and naught of the worlds could appear and distress him. Harry could not find the frost-bitten manner he had been so used to , the lines of personality had faded and blurred, Harry could not see more than where he stood.
The finality of his thoughts was of this: he was finally seeing that oft wished luxury of a true family life. A bond between these people, inextricable through everything but mentality, and an original love hidden from the world but before his own eyes. He was thrown into an abyss of longing for what could have been his. Yet in feeling this overpowering emotion he determinedly brushed it off; a weakness before this particular family would not have behooved him at all.
They arrived at the Manor, or the Castle as it impressed upon Harry. The gleaming sunlight, revealed a stately structure of pearly walls and lavish décor. His eyes could have used two or three extra pairs to fully examine every object in the long halls and broad doorways. He could not but allow himself a small expression of slight awe.
The Malfoys were of course, ever mindful of this and were full of customary pride as per usual to showing around a stunned guest around their "humble" abode. If left alone the silent wind that swept through the ancient portraits could have been heard resounding throughout the manor. The exotic plants and objects seemed to call out to him-pleading to be held or carefully observed as if in a dreamlike moment they would but disappear forever more.
Yet, this glorious entry and walk around the lucrative home had ended as he was left to his own room. It was not far from Draco's either; if you considered being in the adjacent wing sensible distance. Dinner would be shortly after six and his trunk had already been set in his room.
The room was as large as the Slytherin Common room and with similar colors of emerald green and pearly silver. The bathroom was expansive and seemed much of small swimming pool to Harry as he entered the hazy blue hue of the room. Therein the description of the Harry's 'room' ended, and he proceeded to accommodate his few things. Sheepishly he felt a bit like the poorest pauper in the home of a royal king. It was daunting to be brought forth to a wealthy reality instead of wistfully imagining it on a strange day of no importance.
He would have started reading once more; if not for the sharp 'pop' that resounded in the room quite loudly for there was no exterior noise to distort it. Harry stared at the source quite fervently; it was a small, ragged house elf. It had large doleful eyes full of dampened independence.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir, It is time for dinner, I is Dobby sir, and I am here to take you there." The strange house elf said slowly and quietly, for Harry had to strain himself slightly to hear the despondent whispered sentence. "Thank you, Dobby." He replied softly and left with the house elf who had said no further words in response.
Five minutes later, they arrived to a grand dining hall. Draco and his mother had already arrived there and as he arrived were conversing quietly. As he reached them, they stopped and smiled at him. "Harry dear, how good of you to join us, Lucius shall be here shortly, he had some, business to take care of, it will take a few minutes." Said Narcisissa in a light, pleasant voice. Harry nodded and sat down next to Draco.
He could have sat anywhere, yet if he had sat at the end he feared he wouldn't be able to hear anything nor see so clearly. And truly, it would have been quite rude, so in complacent politeness he reluctantly sat next to the mirthful boy.
Yet what mischievous plan did Draco Malfoy have in mind? What could it do with Harry?
It was no surprise that as these thoughts flew through Harry's mind; Lucius Malfoy arrived at the dining table, immediately dinner appeared as it did during the feasts in Hogwarts.
They commenced without hindrance and it seemed normal but Harry could not help to poke suspiciously at his meal. It was not anything he was accustomed to eat. Out of all the things that he could have expected to happen, this was clearly not on his list of strange or aristocratic in necessities.
Still, he preferred to not ask, what, for example was the oily dark brown meat was or the peculiar, small orbs were in the center. Perhaps further still, for Harry, it would have been best-at least to maintain his meal down, without this specific information.
Nevertheless, it was an uneventful affair and soon afterwards, Harry was already following Dobby back to his room, half-asleep and unaware of the airy stillness around him-too unaware.
On the journey he also failed to see the faint lunar shimmer that seemed to ensconce the dimly lit hallways. How strange for it was the night of the new moon, in which the fair orb could not be captured in the dark of the night.
When he finally reached his room, bid a sleepy, rather muffled 'Good Night' to the perpetually silent and somber elf, his head had not yet hit the pillow but he was fast asleep.
He could hear the muffled song of an ancient night silently reminiscing the long ago twilight, but he felt naught but the lingering breath of sleep in his ear.
This similar process seemed to occur for the next few days. The only exception is that Draco found it immensely hilarious to sneak into Harry's room and "wake" him up. For once it could have just been a cold icy glass of water, yet Draco loved to jump on him and the bed, and unfortunately, Harry had no protection from the morning happy boy.
He had tried a few locking charms, mysteriously, they had no effect on Draco's bombardment to his door. Harry was not a morning person at all; anyone who adores the weak 5 A.M sunshine should have their mental health revamped, for it was near unhealthy to be awoken at the same precise hour after a night of restless sleep and strange cut off hours of "light reading".
Today, however, would be different, or so thought Harry smugly that night. He would outsmart the cheeky imp and ruin his horrendous ritual (curiously unnoticed by Lucius and Narcissa) once and for all.
It must noted that Habit ruins the human mind, and Harry so well preferred this habit of no contact with people (as in touching) was rather unamused at being dragged out of his room that morning by a smirking Draco to breakfast, dumped unceremoniously on his chair without so much as a decent fifteen minutes to eat breakfast and dragged around the manor for hours.
Well, at least, for Harry it seemed hours, merely a few minutes in objective time. They arrived in front of a simmering red tapestry. Before any questions could come out of his mouth, a slim silvery outline of a figure crossed through the portrait. It smiling softly at them and took Draco's hand through the tapestry and thusly Harry was dragged along as well.
"So the children have arrived," said the strange figure that had brought them through the tapestry door. "The dark moonlight has come again, Draco, what mean you here?" she questioned him, though Harry could not comprehend what they meant nor why he had to be here either.
"She has seen him, followed him in the manor, singing in the halls about a child she has never known," replied Draco, "What does it mean?" he asked.
The lady pondered for a moment before saying, "You wish him to see it? See that rite of the book? She hath been restless of late, but he must vow silence; He does not know himself as he should. The Dark One has closed his mind for now, and he may still be watching." She said softly.
Draco nodded and Harry once more was left unable to talk as abruptly, the room changed into a dimly lit chamber full of dusty books. Draco, finally, let go of Harry and walked to the far right of the room and picked up a raven black tome with golden engravings. Staring at it for a moment, he then looked up and stared at Harry, almost searching for something that Harry had no idea could be within him.
"Here," Draco said as he walked over to the bespectacled boy. "You mustn't tell what you don't know Potter, I knew it was you before long. None of this reality you live in could form this attachment to this place, you think this is what it is, but he's still holding you prisoner to your mind. Remember the old song." He said.
Harry grabbed the book and held the dusty tome in silence. Part of him understood this obscure mystery, while he himself could not even comprehend the importance of his being here. It made his head throb with all the strange information and still something was missing.
As he looked up, the room distorted itself and he found himself alone in the empty hallway. He still had the book in his hands and he could now faintly hear, a solemn tune of a strange tongue lingering in the hallways. A hollow laughter was filling his head, mocking his confusion, rising to a shriek, he grabbed his head, but his hands were stuck fast to the book. The agony of the high piercing scream in his head lasted a moment before the darkness took him in and he knew no more.
He woke up again to remnants of nasty dream. The book was gone, and the song was gone. Draco stood there smiling. Harry checked the hour: 5:00 A.M.
It had been all a dream. A strange and haunted dream. He was again dragged to breakfast. He sat there staring at the plate, pale and cold.
The laughter was soft and mocking, he was laughing again, at him. Soft torture, but it was all in his head--right?
end of Chapter
A/N:
Yey, nice long chapter for all of you. Really, I have nothing better to do since I don't have internet due to EVIL KATRINA! GRRR. Thankfully, I'm not swimming in my own room.
Anyways. Someday I will be able to re-connect or join civilization again—who knows;
Just to clear things up again; the scene with the tapestry, etc was a dream, which is why he thinks he'll outsmart Draco that night , so there is a "dream" scene and then the real morning afterwards.
Also, The conversation between the Lady and Draco is Important to the future chapters, they basically speak about what is really going on;(it's all symbolism to hide what they really mean, in case someone is listening).
?Finally, I want to add once more that Harry is not going insane anymore for the rest of the story. So I won't torture him that way, Voldemort has all the nasty goodies covered. Strangely, no one has asked about "Thing" either, it is not to be ignored.
?Next Chapter: What the book is & Christmas.
Small Challenge:
I'm giving a hint to what Harry is: one word (see if you can find the origin): Mithras
he's really a combination of things, but the meaning of the word is part of what he is; put the what you think the word means in your review( yes, so please review! -) and your email, I'll email a scene of when everyone finds out what Harry is in the story to the first person to find it out!
So Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews! big smile hands out digital mini cakes Thanks xxAlenexx for your concern for the power: I'm still out like the light so onward with the school computers!
Review again! I love you all! Please? I have to read something while swimming in the streets. -'