Realm of lament Chapter 8: Where is the missing page, a harry potter fanfic

First of all:

Special thanks to Jeefus. He / she is always the first to review and also always positive. Just so you know; you are a great support, and thanks to your reviews I'm continuing this story.

In addition, some special thanks to Duj, who explained me the meaning of stew.

Though, that's just for Realm of Lament

WELL I DON'T HAVE THAT! BUT DOES ANY AUTHOR ON THIS SITE?

No.

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The end of the weekend was nearing and Draco was slowly recovering. He promised Granger to be polite, but only to some extent. He also agreed to be civil towards Weasel and Baby Weasel but he said nothing about Potter, infact he never even saw the brat once throughout the weekend.

About the recovery, he certainly felt better. He could eat, talk, curse and almost walk. There was someone around him every single bloody second of the day, as though they didn't trust him. But of course, seeing the situation and his past, they had all rights to.

Granger had promised him a trip down to the kitchen today. Saying he should stretch his legs and get a decent meal.

So Draco waited, being strangely anxious.

He fumbled a bit with his blankets, why was he so Merlin-dammed stressed?

He knew the answer.

He was going to see Potter.

Going to see Potter's eyes filled with hate. Potter's words of anger. Potter's simple reluctance to be sympathetic. Bloody bastard.

Draco was not only worried about that, but the fact that he was almost healed was an excuse for them to make him explain why he acted the way he did this year. Most of the year he was under an un-detectable imperius, that's one reason. (Yes, the Dark lord was getting sneakier and stronger. Something Potter wont be too pleased about I'm afraid.) The rest was pressure.

His father wanted nothing more then Draco to grow into a respectable Death eater. In other words, Malfoy Senior wanted his son to be a gory brat.

So Draco did what was expected of him when it came to being rude, mean and not particularly social.

Later it got worse. Much shoddier things were anticipated of him. Horrible stuff.

Draco usually did what was requested of him though. Like when his heart was being ripped apart when he had to kill a kitten, or a just born bird. Their blood was usually used for rituals of some sort for old Voldy.

And when The Dark Lord requested him to eliminate Dumbledore, Draco was stunned.

He refused, his voice ringing a clear no.

But the Dark Lord doesn't take no for an answer. He threatened Draco. He would kill his father, his mother, his friends and of course the only true friend Draco ever had.

And if Draco failed, he too would be killed. Slowly. Being tortured for days, and eventually, they would make him die a slow and surely painful death.

What was left of his life was complicated, so Draco chose for the option he dreaded.

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"Oi, Malfoy! Get ya arse outa bed and get down for some food!" Ron bellowed up the stairs.

"Ron, he can't walk. Go help him." Hermione sighed from her book.

"No, I helped him last time to the toilet…it's your turn."

"Roooooon." She groaned.

"Hermione." He backfired her sternly.

Hermione surrendered to his suddenly serious eyes. She loved it when he was serious. He was completely different.

She got up slowly, swooping her hair. Something she hated doing in normal circumstances, but around Ron….

She traised up the stairs and found her way to Malfoy's room. He was trying to get up, and was halfway out of the bed.

"You okay?" she asked lazily.

"Do I look it?" Malfoy scowled.

"Well no. You look kinda peaky and pale. I mean, at school you were also peaky and pale, but never quite like this." Hermione shot playfully.

"You think I'm peaky?" Malfoy asked flabbergasted while Hermione wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted him up.

"Yes, but don't flatter yourself. I think your loads of other stuff too." Hermione said, stepping towards the door and tugging Malfoy along with her.

"Like what? A hottie perhaps?" Malfoy teased while he let Hermione to start baby-stepping him down the stairs.

Was he flirting with her? Was he?

"Oh please." Hermione grunted.

"What 'Oh please'…..please baby please me?" Malfoy just couldn't get enough of pestering her.

"Slytherin." Hermione muttered unconsciously under her breath.

By this time they had just made it down the stairs and were walking down to the kitchen.

"Mudblood." Malfoy casted back with an evil grin.

"Dork!" Hermione hissed while they practically crawled into the kitchen, finding Harry there, silently reading a book about potions.

"Goodie 2 shoes!" Draco replied testily.

"I am not a good two shoes!" Hermione snapped.

"O really?"

"I am a person who likes to go to school and help people." Hermione shot at him with the most dignified expression she could muster.

"You know Hermione, that is the definiation of a goodie 2 shoes..." Harry commented from his book.

Draco broke out in laughing and Hermione glared angrily at Harry.

"And what is the definiation of a dork then? Since you are the expert." Hermione threw angrily at Harry.

Harry looked up from his book and pointed at Draco,"It's standing right in front of you."

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So maybe it wasn't as bad as Harry had expected it would be. It was quite okay actually.

He figured he shouldn't attack him right away with questions. Lupin specifically told him to take it easy on Malfoy so that Malfoy could slowly learn to trust them.

So that was what he did. He joked around and conversationally asked Malfoy how he was and how Hermione was treating him.

Yes, the talk had resulted in a lot of snorts from Malfoy and loads of scandalized looks from Hermione. Still. Malfoy was slowly acting more friendly, and that is how it should be……right?

Harry rolled over on his back and stared up to the ceiling.

He had just wasted 7 seconds of his life thinking about Malfoy.

He should be punished.

Time for sit-ups.

He quickly worked his way through the exercises and fell back down on his bed.

Now that his mind was clear he could think about the potions book.

What he read in it, was about a potion that could save you from the killing curse. That potion reminded him a lot of another potion he once saw. That certain potion that Dumbledore had drunk before Snape had killed him.

A potion that was poisonous green and shiny, causing you pain and un-describable visions of death after you drink it. The potion also weakens you, for about 5 hours after you inebriated it.

That was all Harry knew, the rest of the page was ripped. Harry could never know for sure if it was that potion that Dumbledore drunk. And why would it be? Why Voldemort would want to make his enemy immortal for 500 days? All it could lead to are problems for himself.

Harry just didn't get it.

Or maybe it was just false hope that he was living on these days. False hope that Dumbledore is still alive and still can support him. Harry rolled over irritated. Where was the missing page?

Though Harry could not ponder about this any longer, because at that moment, Ginny came bouncing in.