Darkness cometh
Characters: Harry/Draco friendship story
Genre: Drama/Horror
Ships: Ron/Hermonie
Rating: T
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or anything having to do with the Harry Potter stories… this just a story that I came up with... please do NOT sue me.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I seriously forgot that that this story existed. How about I went to my ID only to find that I had like three stories I haven't written on…. Anyway here goes.
Chapter one
(And the world opened)
My name is Jason White. It is a pretty boring name. My middle name is the odd one. Mordes. Scary huh? I asked my mother when I was six why she named me this way. With a blank look on her face she said my father had given that name to her. I thought nothing on it. Not until I remembered her telling me that father died before finding out that I even existed. My mother is very weird.
I live in a little house off the road of a Muggle town. I guess I assumed you know what that term means. I know of the word but I can't place from where. And every time I think about it, that place in my head snaps shut and I forget what I was talking about. But as of late I can remember more and more things.
I'm ten years old. I go to school like every body else. I'm pretty good at researching and finding new things. I love to read books and find out interesting things about the world. Mom encourages me to learn. She says my father did that a lot. She doesn't say much about him. I still haven't seen a picture of him or found any of his old things in the house. It's weird that I know absolutely nothing about him.
Those weird men are coming over again today. The tall one with the really light hair says that he wants to talk to me about politics. He said he had a secret for me. He said he had something that will shed some light on my father's background. It amuses me that they dangle his image in front of me and yet when they talk they do it out of fear. Like I can hurt them or something. Their like four times my age or more so how could I hurt them. I his name is Lucius Malfoy. My mom wants me to call him Malfoy but I can't seem to bring myself to call him that. So I always call him Lucius. He gets all giddy like I told him some secret and he can't wait to tell others. He's bringing that horrible man with him. I think his name is Peter. He looks like a rat to me. I keep my eye on him. Once I told him while he was walking out of the house to turn into a rat so that I could spy on people. He about peed his pants. He got all jumpy just like Lucius and asked the oddest questions.
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"Mordes, do you remember?" His ratty face and graying hair made him look even uglier and untrustworthy then before.
"What are you talking about? You look like a rat I just hoped you could turn into one too. You're crazy." The disgust was laid thick in my tone and I saw him fall back into his sniveling self.
"Never mind. I have no idea where my mind is today. Excuse me." He left and left me to go do my homework and read a book I found at the library.
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Anyway, Mom wants me ready for them when they show up. I don't see why they always come find me and sit down when they come. But today I'm not going to even think about how weird those guys are. My mind and I disagree about seeing them and I really don't feel like going crazy. No I'm happy right now because I had the dream again.
The dream about the two boys that I have every once and a while. The dream where the boys have green eyes and the other one has gray eyes. Oddly the one with the gray eyes reminds me of Lucius. Maybe it is his son. I should ask him later when he arrives. But it isn't the gray eyed boy that interests me. It's the green eyed boy. I feel close to him. A closeness that screams out at me, and wills me to look at him. When I look at this boy; for I have no doubt in my mind that he is a boy; I see a figure that drags me into him. With his black hair that is always messy and his bright green eyes; and the scar, a lightening bolt shaped scar. I know without a doubt that I know this boy. I know that in my dreams he is older than me. But I can't help this feeling of being near him. I think I'm going mad. I'm sitting here on my bed reading a book as always and yet my mind isn't on this book but on the boy instead.
I can hear my Mom call me and I know that my visitors have arrived. They make me so mad sometimes, coming into my home like this. When Mom leaves I'll give them a nice talking to. I get up and go down stairs only to look upon like five older men sitting in the living room. They seem so out of place. My Mom came over and touched my shoulder before nodding to the men and leaving the house. I turned to Lucius and Peter, addressing them like I usually do.
"Lucius. Peter. Who are all of these gentlemen? You did not tell me that they were coming with you." I took a seat across from them. My chair was an older straight back chair. I used to think it was a throne just for me. Mom never let anyone sit in it but me so I figured it was mine alone. All the men looked at me with those fidgety eyes. The same way Lucius looked at me the first time he came to see me.
"Mordes, these are some of my friends. This is Goyle, Crabbe and Nott. Their sons were friends with my son." He gestured towards each man.
Goyle and Crabbe looked like two gorillas. They had a lot of bulk and looked to be pretty stupid too. I immediately felt a need to rule over them. And once again that sense of knowledge took over and I opened my mouth to say things I had no knowledge of.
"Crabbe, Goyle, how is Vincent and Greg? I hope Askaban isn't wearing into them too much." They fell from my mouth as if I should know it. These two names were in the front of my mind and like every time when this happened I had no idea what I was talking about. They, like Lucius and Peter, got very excited.
"Oh Mordes, Vincent and Greg are almost insane. But I know that with time we will be able to get them back out." Goyle answered with excitement in his eyes and tone.
"Mordes, we thought that it was time to give you a present. One I think you will like a lot. Nott go get her." Lucius smiled at me while the Nott guy got up and left the room. I just stared at them. I could feel their unease as I stared and it only made me want to go forward. Once again my mouth moved and I didn't know what I was saying.
"Your son disappointed me Lucius! I thought you had a handle on him. How disgraced you must feel to have him fight for the Light." I got up and started to stretch my body as I saw a long green snake make its way into the room. I bent down to run my fingers over her body, but when I touched her my world went black.
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I woke up in my bed covered in sweat. My mind racing and my scar inflamed and burning. All reason left me. And I was scared. I thought it was finished. I thought that by me sending his body to the lowest depths of Hell had finished him. But my scar doesn't lie. And though its been dormant for the last 10 years, I know that pain. That raw pain that came only with his presence. I climbed out of my bed and walked to the window. The snow slowly fell over the ground. The dark skies clashed with the whiteness. He wondered what this could mean. What had brought on the pain that had died so many years ago? Had Dumbledore's warning been right? That Voldemort could some how transfer his soul to another person. That he had given his memories to a child? But how? I walked over to the door only to slowly open it.
My Flat mate was a light sleeper so I had to be quite. It was something that he and many others our age, had gained with the war. And it will never change. I walk into our bathroom and close the door. I look at my face and grimace. I'm 27 years. I'm in between girlfriends, no sex life, no social life, and no excitement. It is a very sad thing, especially when your Harry Potter.
I killed Tom Riddle in my sixth year and then killed Voldemort in my Seventh. I know what you are thinking; they are one in the same. But that isn't true. We found out in the beginning of my sixth year that Tom Riddle and Voldemort were two separate people thanks to my flat mate, Draco Malfoy. He had found it out due to a slip up from Wormtail at a meeting between the Death Eaters. Draco had let us know that they were two different beings in Voldemort's body and that we had to find a way to separate them. Ron was the one to figure it out, while watching Hermonie bake a cake from scratch. He immediately went to Dumbledore, who put it all together. It was Ron's proudest moment, next to asking Hermonie to marry him that is. Or having their first child without fear of Voldemort.
I turned the light off and made my way into the kitchen. Malfoy would wake up soon asking for hot black coffee. He hates muggles but loves their coffee go figure. It was eight in the morning and we didn't have to work today. Both of them having gone out for the Department of Spell Construction and Dark Wizard Research. Just as I was finishing the coffee and pouring it into the cup, a pale hand grabbed the cup and drank its contents. It never amazed me as to why he never checked his coffee. Even after that time I tried to spike his drink with Veritaserum in Seventh year.
"Another!" His voice raspy and loose. I could tell he had slept like the dead and didn't feel it at all
I slowly poured him another and allowed myself to take in his appearance. Draco is a slob, do not think differently about him. He may give off the impressively clean attitude but half the clothes on the floor is his. He hates doing the dishes cause I always yell at him for not washing them right. He leaves shoes everywhere. And I can't even tell you how many times I came home with a girl to find his underwear on the couch. Just as he finishes the coffee we go into the same routine. Taking out our wands we make sure that we are who we say we are. Asking questions only each other will ask. Also a nice little adventure in Seventh year involving Dean and Seamus. Second we made sure our wards weren't tampered with and strengthened the ones that looked like they may falter.
Once our morning routine was done I knew I could talk to him.
"Draco?" I only used his name when it was important, otherwise we stuck with the surnames cause it was comfortable.
"What happened Harry?" He looked at me warily. His eyes trying to stay open but not being able to. He looked like he was going to fall asleep. But I know that once I tell him about this morning the whole world will never sleep again.
"I had a dream. But I don't remember what happened. I'm worried." I stared down at my hands wondering if this was what I wanted to do.
"Ok? So what are you worried about if you don't remember the dream?" his eyes were closed now. And I felt so bad telling him. He had finally been able to relax after so long. He had a nice job and he was also between relationships. But I haven't seen him this relaxed since his father disappeared five years ago.
"When I woke up, my scar was hurting." The silence filled the air before he jumped up and got on the phone.
That was what he was supposed to do. If we ever got an idea or an inkling that Voldemort was still alive I was to tell Draco cause he knew who to contact. All I had to do was contact the Order and they would reform. But my job was to wait. Until Draco had contacted his people and then I could do my part. I got up and walked to our floo, throwing in some powder I called Ron and Hermonie.
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Ron sat in his chair watching sports as usual. His hair was cut a little shorter than the wedding and he now had it short enough so that you could clearly see the magical eye. He had wanted it just like Mad Eye Moody's. Able to move all around and giving him eyes to see in the back of his head. It gave the kids no chance of doing bad stuff. Especially Fred's kids whom were the baddest in the next generation of Weasley's.
Hermonie Weasley had been making breakfast when she heard the fireplace open up and David, their youngest screaming that Uncle Harry was calling. Looking over at Ron she saw him jump up and fly into the room. He picked up David and twirled him around before telling him to find Yvette, their oldest. Just as they sat down in the sitting room Harry walked through the fire. His face was a little pale when he sat down.
"Hello Harry, what's the matter? I hope it isn't Draco again. We can't make him learn how to cook. He almost set the house on fire the last time." Hermonie shrugged as she remembered the last time they tried to teach Draco something. That man couldn't do anything and was happy to let Harry do everything.
"No that isn't it at all." Harry summoned a glass of water and drank it while the two best friends waited for him to speak. They knew it must be bad if he was taking so long to say it.
"Then what's the matter mate? Does it have anything to do with Draco?"
"No. Look remember what Dumbledore said to us after the war ended? About how he thinks Voldemort cast a spell but that he wasn't sure? I think he did cast a spell." He looked at their faces and watched their eyes darken.
"What happened Harry. Tell us! You know what has to be done. So don't beat around the bush." Hermonie grabbed a hold of Ron's hand as he looked at Harry with the most serious he had been since the war.
"I woke up and my scar was burning. I think Voldemort has awoke."
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