Title: Flip Side

Author: CuriousDreamWeaver

E-mail: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are one of a kind. Maybe. Alternate worlds are meant to stay separate but not everything turns out the way they're supposed to. How much trouble can two Draco Malfoys and two Harry Potters get into? Especially when someone decides to up the ante and make things a whole lot worse for them all. Slash, het. HP/DM, HP/DM, RW/HG and more.

Warnings: There will be slash, mostly from the HP/DM department, um, violence in later chapters, and maybe a few lime scenes (very mild though).

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/HG, JP/LE, LM/NM, SB/RL/SS

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. J. K. Rowling does and she's more the richer for it.

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"Blah." Talking.

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Big spaces between paragraphs show a change of perspective.

Blah. Things that are all in italics are flash back scenes.

!WARNING!

Okay, there's a flashback scene in this chapter that has rather graphic violence. This fic is rated R for a reason! I hope I don't make anyone feel ill or anything, but I just though I'd warn you. If you don't like graphics violence, I suggest you skip from the beginning of the flashback scene to the end of the chapter.

!END WARNING!

Flip Side

Chapter Nine: Things just got a bit more complicated

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Harry replied uncertainly, referring to Dee's suggestion that they play against each other. He saw the flash of disappointment in her eyes and rushed to explain. "Your broom. It's not exactly on par with mine."

"True." She looked down at her broom with annoyance. "It's a pathetic excuse of a broom." She tilted to the side and sneered when it wobbled timidly in response. "My Hurricane could strip the bristles off it."

"We could just fly around." J.P suggested as he floated closer to Dee.

"Well, I suppose that's all we can do now, isn't it?" Dee muttered before turning her broom around sharply and floating closer to Draco with a huff.

"I didn't mean to annoy her." Harry said with a troubled expression on his face. It seemed that he annoyed any Draco Malfoy, no matter what world he were from.

"Don't worry about it, mate." J.P said with a shrug as he watched Dee lean towards Draco, speaking to him softly, her face turned away from them. "She's not very happy. We were supposed to be having team practice today but, obviously, we can't have it. It's always been her stress reliever at the end of the week. And I think she's a little stressed about our situation." He looked after her with a dropping of his shoulders as she and Draco moved further off, circling the pitch slowly. "I just don't know how I can help her. She's always been the brighter one."

"Don't sell yourself short." Harry said soothingly.

"So what are we going to do?" Ron asked as he levelled himself with them. "The Malfoys seem to be getting along just dandy by themselves." He jerked his chin towards the blondes to emphasise his point.

"Just practice flying, I guess." J.P looked down at his broom doubtfully. "But Dee's right. These brooms aren't anywhere near the standard of our Hurricanes."

Draco watched as Dee approached, her expression disappointed. "What's wrong?"

She waved a hand dismissively and settled beside him, her hands gripping the handle of her broom tightly. "Nothing." She murmured. She looked up and nodded towards the far side of the pitch. "Want to fly with me?"

Draco nodded slowly and floated slowly along beside her. He could tell she was upset about something and glared over at the trio of boys she had just left. Harry caught his gaze and looked away guiltily and his gaze narrowed. What had that idiot done now?

"He didn't do anything, if that's what you're wondering." Dee said. There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she gave him a sideways glace. "He's an awfully sweet boy. He's not the one I'm annoyed at."

"Sweet!" Draco choked out and rounded on her, his own broom dipping in alarm.

"Oh yes." She nudged him with her shoulder playfully. "A bit too earnest for my taste, but definitely sweet." She smiled. "And those glasses are rather cute."

Draco sputtered unintelligibly. "But-you-J.P.-what!" He finally burst out in confusion.

Dee threw her head back and laughed. Draco liked the way her large eyes warmed with good humour and the way her straight, white teeth flashed behind her full pink lips. It struck him as an incredibly welcoming image.

"What?" Draco asked with a small pout and no small amount of confusion. Just a moment ago, she'd been sullen, and now she was... was she teasing him?

She turned twinkling eyes to him. "Come now Draco, there's nothing wrong with admiring beauty." She nodded towards Harry and J.P. "J.P. and Harry are both beautiful, though in different ways. Wouldn't you agree?" She murmured. "Aesthetically speaking, of course." She added when it looked like Draco was about to explode.

Draco scowled. "You have horrible taste." He sniffed as he sneered at the two males she mentioned.

She shrugged and swung her right leg over the broom so she was riding side-saddle. "Beauty is beauty." She replied enigmatically.

"What are you doing?" Draco snapped as he instinctively moved closer to her in case she fell.

"Nothing, I'm bored." She frowned slightly and rubbed at her forehead but shrugged and turned back to him. "What do you usually do for fun?"

"Torture some Hufflepuffs." Draco replied automatically.

Dee smiled. "Really? They do seem rather timid." She replied thoughtfully. "They seemed rather horrified at the thought of another Draco Malfoy." She laughed again and shook her head and gave him a mischievous smirk. "I'll bet it's fun."

Draco blinked before smiling back and nodding. "It can be rather amusing. They get worked up over the smallest things."

"Mm. I can imagine." She tilted her head back and looked at the sky, her eyes closed against the glare of the sun and sighed deeply. Her face twitched slightly and she frowned. Something wasn't right. Something was about to happen.

Draco hesitated, unsure as to whether he should ask her what was bothering her, or stay silent.

Dee spoke abruptly, her expression blank. "Let's go see what they're up to." Dee said as she slowly spun around and started to fly back to the other boys. Draco scowled again, but followed after her.

"I thought you said you were going to practice flying, J.P." Dee said as she approached them.

"Well, we talked a bit, and maybe a friendly game wouldn't go amiss." J.P. replied, watching her carefully.

She ignored his watchful gaze and raised an eyebrow. "On this pathetic excuse of a broom? I'd rather not die by falling off the wretched thing."

"It's not like you could actually fall." J.P. murmured with a smile. He continued in a louder voice. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"And how exactly are we going to play this? We have five people. It doesn't split evenly, not to mention that we have three Seekers, one Keeper and one Chaser," she paused and looked at Ron, "You are a Keeper, aren't you Weasley?"

"Er, yeah." Ron replied, surprised at her civil tone.

"See? It doesn't quite work out." Dee finished.

"Well, I hadn't thought of that." J.P. admitted sheepishly. "Well, like I said, maybe we could race around? Y'know, see who goes faster."

She gave him an incredulous look. "Are you serious? J.P., we are flying on school brooms. It's obvious who's going to lose."

"Then we can just race each other and let the other guys race against each other."

"I guess that could work." Dee replied a little doubtfully. "But still, we're not going to be able to go very fast."

"Think of it as training." J.P. coaxed. "It'll be fun."

"All right, I'll give it a go." Dee agreed. She turned to Draco. "Is that okay with you? I'm sure you'll do well with your broom." She eyed the shining wood wistfully.

"I'm not racing that ferret." Ron sneered.

"You'd lose anyway!" Draco snapped back. "Your straggly broom would probably fall to pieces in my wake."

"Why you-"

"It's just a friendly race, nothing's at stake." Harry broke in quietly. He hovered slightly closer to Draco and turned to Ron. "It might be fun. Flying is flying, no matter who you're with."

"I like you." J.P. said with a grin and a nod at Harry. "My sentiments exactly."

"You mean, when we fly together, you don't actually care it's me?" The mock outrage in Dee's voice lightened the mood considerably as she jostled her boyfriend's knee playfully. "Thanks, nice to know you care."

"That's not what I meant!" J.P. replied, his eyes going wide. He reached over and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "I appreciate every moment we have together."

"Good." Dee said as she smiled fondly at him.

Draco glowered at the scene. "Are we going to fly or not?"

"Getting impatient for Harry to beat you?" Ron sneered.

"Hardly. I thought you'd be less eager for me to run you into the ground." Draco replied in a saccharine voice that made Ron grit his teeth in anger.

"Listen you little-"

"I think we should start racing now." Dee broke in as she glided between them, her leg brushing against Draco's.

He settled for a sneer in Ron's direction before calming down. "Fine."

"Come on J.P., let's start." Dee lined herself up with one of the markers of the Quidditch field and waited for J.P. to do the same. The other three boys floated out of the way and waited for them to start.

"Who's going to referee?" J.P. asked idly as he floated after her.

"I'll do it." Draco said as he moved forward a little, sneering at Ron as he did so when the redhead muttered under his breath.

"All right." Dee nodded and leant forward, her body aligning itself to her broom. She watched J.P. doing the same from the corner of her eye and smirked slightly. She could already feel the adrenaline building. Her hands twitched impatiently as she silently urged Draco to hurry up.

As though he had heard her, Draco raised a hand. "Ready. Set. Go!" His hand slashed downwards and the two shot off. Well, as much as they could with their brooms.

"Pathetic." Dee hissed in contempt as she pressed herself closer to her broom in an attempt to lessen the drag. She felt the broom speed up slightly, but not enough for her taste, and it seemed like an eternity before they finally reached the goal posts. She twisted around on her broom and shot to the side as she rounded the goal post at the other end of the field. She heard J.P. curse behind her as she turned before him and he scrambled to catch up. It brightened her mood slightly.

"Aw man!"

She turned her head and was about to respond when pain, like nothing else she'd ever felt before, flared in her head and her hands slipped from her broom as she slapped them to her forehead with a pained cry. She ground the heel of her palm against the spot that burned and didn't even feel a change of orientation as she toppled off her broom.

"Dee!" J.P. looked on in horror as she fell off her broom with a cry. He urged his broom forward, vaguely aware of a panicked cry from the other side of the pitch. He leant forward desperately but even as he did so, he knew he wouldn't reach her in time.

"Open your wings! Merlin, open them!" He screamed as he watched her plummet towards the ground.

Dee could hear J.P.'s voice but she couldn't move. She felt her body curling into a foetal position and the rush of wind past her face but she couldn't move, all she could do was sob in pain as her head felt like it was going to explode. Another flare of agony hit her and she screamed, her head thrown back as she turned, falling head first, her hands still pressed against her head.

J.P. swore and threw a hand in front of him. "IGNIS PREASUL!"

Draco watched as Dee rounded the goal posts, far ahead of J.P. and smirked. Despite her rather sorry broom, she was doing very well. But suddenly, pride turned to horror as she slipped and fell.

"Harry!" Draco's head whipped around at Ron's panicked exclamation and he watched as a pained grimace twisted the raven-haired boy's face. The redhead was shaking Harry's shoulder but Harry wasn't even paying attention to him. His eyes were clenched shut, as he took several, gasping breaths.

"Get out! Get out of my head!" Harry cried as he buried his face in his hands, his fingers clenching in his hair in pain.

Draco's eyes widened as he noticed the almost invisible stirrings of magic around Harry.

"Come on Harry, let's get you down to the ground." Ron reached out again, but there was a burst of magic from Harry and the redhead was shoved violently away. Ron let out a startled cry and hung onto his broom tightly to prevent himself from falling off. He cursed as he was spun off into a far corner of the field.

"Merlin." Harry hissed as he clutched at his head. To Draco's horror, blood seeped out from between his fingers to slide down the side of his face. Harry's eyes widened before they went blank and he crumpled, toppling off his broom in the same manner as Dee had.

Draco didn't know why he did it, he didn't even think about it, but he reached out desperately and grabbed at Harry's collar as the larger boy fell. He grunted as his broom dipped a foot in order to compensate for Harry's added weight and he twisted his body in a vain attempt to lessen the pressure on his shoulder as he tried to drag the Gryffindor onto his broom in front of him. After much struggling and cursing, he finally managed to do it. He cringed as the larger boy sobbed in pain and Draco skilfully took them both to the ground. The Slytherin touched down lightly and dismounted carefully so he wouldn't jolt the suffering boy. Harry stumbled and fell against him, knocking them both to the ground.

"Harry! Get off, you're heavy." Draco wheezed as he struggled into a sitting position. He sighed, though he wasn't quite sure if it was from regret or relief, when Harry pushed up and off of him, though he let out a small sound of surprise when he found himself being hauled into Harry's lap. The dark haired boy groaned in pain and pressed his tear-wet face into the juncture of the blond's neck and shoulder. Draco felt his hot breath on his skin and froze, unsure of what to do.

"Please don't go." Harry whispered hoarsely between his sobs. "Stay. You make it better." He pressed his lips against the skin near his mouth and tightened his arms around Draco.

Draco didn't know what to say, but Harry's trembling and sobs had receded and he couldn't do more than sit there, wrapped in Harry's arms. He slowly wrapped his own arms around the shaking boy and pressed his face into his shoulder, murmuring soft words of encouragement.

J.P. barely heard the cry of a phoenix as Aurelia burst into life behind him. She felt the urgency in his summons and sped towards the falling figure, her huge wings outstretched as she reached out urgently.

He felt himself straining with his Fire Dancer as she flapped her wings once, twice and then caught up with Dee's falling form. She tucked the girl close to her as she stopped their rapid descent and touched down lightly. She had managed to catch the girl a mere two meters before she would have hit the ground.

"Dee!" J.P. cried as he leapt off his broom before it had even stopped moving and stumbled towards them. Aurelia gently placed her in his arms as he knelt down on the ground.

"Dee?" He questioned, his eyes widening with worry as he took in her white complexion and, most of all, the blood that seeped from between her fingers from where her hands was pressed against her forehead.

"Please stop." She sobbed and J.P. looked her over for any kind of sign of a wound.

"Dee, baby, please tell me what's wrong." He asked in a hoarse voice as she continued to cry out and writhe in his arms. "Please!" He shouted when no answer was forthcoming.

"Make him stop!" She cried, her eyes opening for a moment.

"Who?" His voice was desperate as he noticed the sheer terror in those swirling silver depths.

"You killed them!" Her scream echoed in the air before she suddenly went limp.

"Dee!"

"What's wrong Mr. Avery?" Dee asked innocently as the seven year old looked up at the man.

Large hands pulled her roughly from the floor where she had been playing and she let out a startled cry as she was crushed up against his body. She squirmed uncomfortably but he didn't seem to notice.

"Mr. Avery! You're-you're hurting me." She gasped out. He didn't reply, but his grip loosened slightly and she curled her hands into his robes, trying to get a better view of what they were so worried about. She blinked her eyes rapidly and watched as everything changed colour. She looked up at her father's friend and watched as his dark green aura wavered slightly.

"Get her out of here!" Nott cried as he held up a trembling hand and pointed it at the door. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and his licked it away absently, his eyes glued to the entrance to the room.

"We can't! Lucius' wards are preventing us from Apparating!" The heavyset man snapped in annoyance. Goyle glowered as he felt something building up on the other side of the door.

"Then how are we-"

Screams ripped through the air and the three arguing Aurors looked towards the large double doors, their faces pinched with trepidation. There were dozens of other Aurors behind those doors and for them to scream like that... None of them wanted to think about it. Dee looked towards the door too and stiffened in fear as tendrils of pure shadow seeped in from under the door. She watched in horrified fascination as they twisted and slid along the floor. She blinked rapidly and buried her face against Avery's robes in order to dispel what she had just seen.

"Shit."

"Don't swear, Mr. Goyle." Dee murmured but the whispered admonishment went unnoticed as the three men started to run to the far side of the room.

"What are we going to do? We can't get out of here!"

"It's obvious that it was all just a trap!"

Suddenly, the din stopped and they all turned slowly towards the doors. It had become quiet. Too quiet.

"Merlin." Nott breathed as he realised what that meant.

They all ducked, Dee crying out in fear, as the doors exploded outwards and Avery turned, shielding Dee with his body and grunted as sharp shards of wood pierced his heavy robes.

"Where is the pretty girl?" A soft voice enquired as a tall, handsome man stepped into the room. His narrowed crimson eyes looked around carefully until they landed on the foursome. His lips twitched up into a malicious smile as he watched them move into a protective formation.

"Ah, there's the happy little birthday girl." He purred as he walked closer to them, long shadows following after him.

"You can't have her." Avery spat as he pushed her behind him.

"What makes you three," the disdain was clear in his voice, " think you can stop me? You're nothing but a bunch of pathetic little worms."

His voice had become hard, grating and Dee cowered, pressing her face into Avery's robes. She felt his hands settle on her head comfortingly but she stayed cold. Everything had started to grow cold.

"We won't let you have her." Goyle snapped with his hands stretched out in front of him.

Voldemort smiled in amusement. "You honestly think that you have a chance against me? Be honest with yourselves here. There is an Earth mage, an Air mage and a Verdant mage. Do you think that you stand a chance against me? Me, the most powerful Shadow mage to have ever been born?"

The tension spiked and Dee could feel the magic bleeding into the air and Dee licked her lips in apprehension as her eyes darted between her father's friends and the stranger. There was something familiar about him, something in the way that he carried himself and she found herself leaning past the protective circle of the Aurors in order to get a better look. She squeaked when Nott tugged her backwards roughly. He gave her a soft apology but didn't let go of her collar.

"We might not be able to beat you, but Lucius will come." Avery replied confidently.

"He's too busy. He and Potter won't be able to get here in time to save you."

"Then we'll just have to make sure that you don't get away, won't we?" Goyle sneered as he started to gather his aura. The air around him shimmered a soft cream colour threaded through with dark coffee brown. Avery and Nott summoned their own auras and the air was heavy with the combined deep green and shimmering yellow.

Dee buried her face in her hands in attempt to stop the light from blinding her. It was just too much for her immature body to handle and she settled for listening rather than seeing.

"Pathetic." Voldemort sneered as he gathered his own aura. A corona of black surrounded him and it seemed to draw in every ounce of light in the room. "If you give her to me, I'll make sure that your deaths will be quick and as painless as possible. If not..." he shrugged and gave them a toothy smile, "Well, I'll leave it at that."

"You can't have her." Surprisingly, it was Nott who spat out the answer. His eyes had narrowed into slits and he had taken an aggressive stance, both hands outstretched in front of him.

Dee peeked between her fingers cautiously and watched as shadows began a morbid dance along the walls and floor.

"Very well then." Voldemort made a brief gesture with his hands and that was all it took.

Nott was the first to go down, his protective shield ripped to pieces like tissue paper. His scream of horror abruptly cut off as his head flew from his shoulders as one of the shadows sliced across him neatly. Goyle was splattered with blood but managed to launch a decent counter attack that involved ripping up the ground but that too was useless as he fell to his knees, his eyes wide and unseeing as he was gutted by a darting shadow in an obscene spray of blood.

"Labrusca impedio1!" The sudden burst of sweet smelling grapes heralded the vines that shot out of the ground to entangle Voldemort tightly. Avery snatched up Dee but didn't get very far as one of the shadows swooped low and sliced across his back. He let out an expletive and dropped her; his arms limp at his sides.

Dee let out a cry of pain as she hit the ground hard. She rolled onto her knees and shook her head dazedly.

"Run, Dee." He hissed as he weakly struggled to stay on his feet.

"Mr. Avery." She whimpered as she cowered, watching helplessly as blood from her three protectors started to seep across the floor and puddle around their bodies.

Avery gave her a sorrowful glance full of apology as he noted she was too scared to move. He only hoped that in another life he'd be able to make it up to her. "Run, child, get out of here." He whispered.

"MR. AVERY!" Dee screamed as another shadow rose up behind him.

Avery didn't even have time to turn before an ebony blade exploded out of his chest, forced through his back.

Dee let out another horrified scream and scrambled backwards as he toppled towards her and fell to the floor with a wet thud. Blood splattered across her face and clothes. She raised a hand and wiped at her face and then looked at the blood on her hands with wide eyes.

"I told them to run away." Voldemort said lazily as he brushed off the limp vines that had been wrapped around him. He sauntered towards her, heedless of the blood he walked through. He knelt in front of her and tilted her face up to him, her expression still frozen in horror. "No need to look like that, pet. He died for a worthy cause. Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you. I had thought of just making you a mindless puppet and leaving you at your father's doorstep, but I see there are more things I can use you for." His lips twisted into a lascivious grin. "You're more beautiful than your mother and still young. I'm sure there are things we can do together." He stood abruptly, hauling her to her feet.

"You... They're all dead." Dee whispered, looking down at her father's friends, her eyes filling with tears. "You killed Greg's dad! You killed Mr. Nott and Mr. Avery!" She turned flashing silver eyes up at him. Her hair lifted in platinum waves as the innate magic around them started to charge.

"What are you doing, girl?" Voldemort snapped as he tightened his grip on her arm. She didn't even flinch this time, despite the bruises that would mar her pale skin. "Stop it." He grit out as he shook her.

"You. You're a bad man." She felt something building up in her as tears gathered in her eyes. "You hurt my friends." Her body started to glow faintly, silver and emerald flashing and cracking in the air around her.

Voldemort stepped back hissing, dropping her quickly when a particularly nasty shock shot up his arm from where he had been holding her. He held his hand up to his face and stared at it in shock when he saw it had been burned, quite badly. It looked like his skin had peeled off from the palm of his hand. He took another step back as he heard crackling under his feet and looked down. The carpeted floor looked oddly solid, spiky even, and he suddenly realised what was happening. The carpet glistened unnaturally beneath the thick layer of ice that continued to grow towards him. He looked at the girl kneeling on the floor, her large eyes narrowed into slits as she watched him retreat from her.

"You're a bad man." She repeated, her hands moving to clasp each other in front of her chest, looking almost like she was praying. Her skin felt as though it was freezing, her breath coming out in soft puffs of mist in front of her, but her blood felt as though it was burning in her veins. She felt power sizzling at her fingerstips and she held her hands out, as though she was offering something to the man in front of her. A small, shimmering and incredibly unstable looking sphere of magic gathered between her palms.

"Stop it." He hissed, his eyes riveted on the magic she was gathering, fear trickling down his spine as he realised that she was generating almost as much raw power as her father. But she was just a child! How could that be possible?

"You killed them." She whispered. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked him straight in the eye. "You killed them!" Her scream echoed off the walls and everything went white.

"Why isn't she waking up?" J.P. snapped as he paced restlessly, his eyes glued on Dee's still figure. He stopped and touched her face lightly, his gaze worried as he took in her deathly pale skin and the bandage slowly soaking with blood on her head.

"Why isn't Harry getting up, either?" Ron asked. "And why are you still here, ferret?"

Draco sneered from his place against the wall but didn't reply. His gaze had been focused on Harry, who was lying on the bed next to Dee sleeping restlessly, but when J.P. had spoken his eyes flickered back to Dee.

J.P. noticed the way Draco's eyes lingered longer on Harry than Dee and gave him a small smile that Draco sneered at in reply. "Leave him be Ron, he's not doing any harm."

"What? J.P.-"

"He's probably here to see if Dee's okay." Hermione said, cutting Ron off. But she too had noticed Draco's lingering gaze and looked thoughtful.

"You will cease this yelling at once, Mr. Weasley." Madame Pomfrey said sternly as she bustled in from her office.

"He's just showing his concern, no need to worry Poppy." Dumbeldore murmured placatingly as he entered the infirmary. "I came as soon as Madame Pomfrey called. What happened?"

When Dee woke up, she hurt all over and felt totally drained. Her head felt like someone was crushing it. She felt something cold against her elbow and she slit her eyes open. She was in a dark room, the walls shadowed by large torches that hung from the ceiling in a circular formation around her. The unfamiliarity of her surroundings brought tears to her eyes and she started to cry softly. Where was everyone? The air was heavy with latent magic and she struggled weakly. She let out a choked sob and tried to curl up, but she couldn't move her arms, the large manacles around her wrists stopped her from moving too much.

"Awake, my pet?" A cold, terrifyingly familiar, voice drawled from somewhere close to her.

"Who are you?" She whimpered. A rustling sound indicated he was moving closer and she cringed.

"Ah, no need for that, pet." A long, cold finger stroked down her cheek and she twisted in an effort to avoid it. "Ah, none of that now." Those same fingers curled around her jaw and forced her head still.

"Why did you hurt them?"

"Because they were in my way." He replied smoothly. He sat down next to her, the high table she was lying on coming up to his waist. He tilted his head mockingly and watched her with his gleaming eyes. "Are you scared?"

She hesitated and looked up at him defiantly, even though her small body was tense with fear. "No, I'm not scared of you, you big bully!" She snapped.

"You should be." He brought his hand down sharply against her face and slapped her hard.

"Ow!" Tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.

"Ah, yes. Cry. You're beautiful when you cry, you know that?" His voice was closer and she shied away when he pressed his cold cheek against hers.

"Don't touch me! Maman says you can't touch if people tell you not to!"

Another hard slap made her whimper and his fingers dug into her jaw angrily. "Don't order me around, brat. You belong to me now."

"What do you mean?" She asked fearfully.

He let out a harsh bark of laughter and shook his head down at her. "Your father won't be here in time to stop me from marking you as mine. And when he does... Well, even if he came to save you, you'd be a soulless doll devoted completely to me."

"Let me go." She whispered. She didn't understand what he had said, but she didn't like his tone and the dark look in his eyes. "Please."

"Yes, that's it. Beg me." His voice had a manic edge and she started to struggle again.

"Please don't kill me."

He laughed again and smiled down at her, his lips drawing back from his teeth. "I'm not going to kill you." He hand moved back into her field of vision and she reared back instinctively. A wicked looking knife curved in his hand, the ebony blade gleaming with a sinister light.

"Don't!" She let out a choked cry when he brought it closer to her face.

"Do you know what this is, pet?"

She shook her head in the negative emphatically.

"Oh, come now. I'm sure your Uncle Severus," he fairly spat the name out and she glared at his slur on her beloved uncle, "has told you about his magic."


"No." She repeated.

"Sure you do. It's an Umbra Lamnia2." He stroked the flat of the blade down her cheek and to the hollow of her throat.

"Don't." Dee whimpered. More tears spilled down her pale cheeks and Voldemort caught several on his knife, looking wonderingly down at the crystal drops before shaking himself.

"Yes, that's it, you're so beautiful when you cry." He hissed softly. He paused and seemed to sniff the air, his nostrils flaring slightly. He looked off to the side and let out a soft hiss. –The time has come.-

-Time for what?- Dee hissed back unknowingly and jumped at the matching sibilant sounds that escaped her.

Voldemort jerked back in genuine surprise and looked down at her. –You speak Parseltongue?-

-Parseltongue?­-

"I see your father hasn't taught you about your heritage." His expression darkened and he leant forward, pulling her head back roughly by her hair. He ran the tip of the blade down the arch of her neck. "I should have been the Heir to Slytherin, not you. You're not worthy to carry such a title!"

"What title?" She cried as she watched his hand move up, poising the knife near her forehead.

"Once I take your soul, you'll be mine, and with it, your power." He continued on, ignoring her interruption. "I will rule over everything and everyone shall bow to me." He leant back and started to chant under his breath, the sibilant consonants echoing eerily around the room.

"Stop it!" Dee said loudly as she blinked, watching in horrified fascination as one of the layers of magic leapt readily, hungrily around her. Glowing runes sprung to life around the walls and on her manacles and she twisted to watch them come to life, similar to a domino effect, one lighting up after the other.

He ignored her and his chanting grew louder, the air around him starting to move violently, tugging at his robes gleefully.

Dee shut her eyes tightly and started to cry in earnest. She didn't want to die. "Papa, Maman, Uncle, Harry!" She called out for her loved ones to save her. She could feel her blood pounding in her ears, the burning liquid setting her freezing limbs on fire, even as her skin felt like she would turn into ice.

Do you want to go home?

Dee blinked in surprise as a male voice whispered in her ear but when she turned her head, there was no one there.

Do you?

"Yes." She replied quietly.

Voldemort didn't even notice she had spoken and continued to chant.

Will you let me help you?

"You won't hurt me?"

I could never hurt you. The voice was soft, affectionate even.

"Do you promise?"

I promise. I will help you, my Heir.

She let out an inarticulate scream as power burst through her. She heard something crack and shatter and sat up, curling in on herself, clutching at her head as power continued to thrum through her. Winds buffeted her but she didn't care, she just wanted to go home and the voice promised he would help her.

"You're mine!"

Pain flared as something sharp sliced across her forehead and she brought her hands up protectively, throwing him off her with a surge of magic. "I want to go home!" She cried. She felt something snap inside of her and she screamed in agony, her back arching as huge white wings, longer than an adult man was tall, exploded out of her back, blood splattering the walls as they ripped their way through. An explosive wave of magic obliterated everything around her and she fell limply back onto the table.

Hot tears spilled down her face and her breaths came in sharp gasps, but she was too weak to do anything else. Something warm wrapped around her and lifted her off the table. She curled into the gentle embrace and pressed her face into the dark green robes.

Sleep little one and let me watch over you.

"You won't leave me alone?"

I will stay for as long as I am needed.

"Thank you." Dee murmured as she fell asleep. She felt something warm brush against her forehead and snuggled close.

She was still asleep when her father and James Potter found her almost an entire day later. Voldemort's body was almost unrecognisable, huge spikes of ice having burst through his body and almost cleaving it to pieces.

Everyone leapt away from the bed when Dee reared up with a scream, her robes ripping to shreds as huge, pure white wings exploded out of her back, though there was no blood this time. They were taller than two grown men and arched gracefully above her, almost touching the ceiling. Feathers floated down as she fell back against the bed, breathing heavily.

Draco caught one of the feathers in his hand and an incredible wave of warmth spread over him. He curled his hand around it and placed in his pocket.

"Dee!" J.P. threw himself at her and grabbed her desperately. Her wings fluttered restlessly and settled down at her sides, folding neatly around them.

Dee opened her eyes and looked up at him with an odd mixture of awe and grief on her face. "Why didn't they tell me I killed him? And that Salazar saved me?"

1 Literally, 'wild grape vine entangle'

2 Shadow Blade

A great big hug and thank you to my beta lilypurewhite! She's so good to me! Always giving me advice and helping me! Thank you so much!

And now for my beloved reviewers:

Heart and Soul: Thanks a lot for the review! rubs her chin thoughtfully I see... Broken Sky sounds interesting! I'm glad you like chapter 5! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!

Britzy: Thanks for the heads up. We've worked it out and it's all good. Thanks for telling me and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Squifi: I'm glad you liked the Veelas from Dee's world, even though they're not mine. LOL You liked the dialogue! That's great! I've always thought that my dialogue kinda sucks... LOL Thanks for the ego boost! Ah, Pansy's only going to get worse, but Ron... Well, he'll come around eventually! LOL Thanks for the congrats! I'm so happy with it! Now, if I do reasonably well in my final exam, I should be all set! LOL I hope you liked this chapter!

Brenna8: Ah yes, the future... I do have a few ideas about Draco and Harry going to Dee's world, but they're just tentative ideas. It'll all work out in the end though! No worries!

Slytherinkid07: Ah yes, I hope there was enough H/D interaction here, and if there wasn't, next chapter's got quite a bit!

Mon2: LOL Yeah, I've always been under the impression that Harry's more slender than he should be, but I think Draco's smaller than Harry. Mm, yes, the Dursleys... Well, I'm not too sure about that, but you never know. See, I've got quite a bit of the major events done in my head, but the little bits in between aren't quite there yet so I reckon there could be a possibility of that happening. J.P. knows relatively more about the fairer sex than Harry cuz he's had opportunity to get to know them. Harry's always seemed... Not innocent, just sheltered. Okay, not sheltered, clueless. LOL But he always seems too busy to have a relationship in the books, not counting that woeful attempt at a relationship with Cho. Good gravy, I cannot believe how that went; it might not have been in there for all it did. Ah well. LOL Yeah, J.P. gave him advice, of course, it's up to Harry and Draco to make it work, ne? LOL

Sheree: Well, I'm calling him J.P. cuz that's who everyone's familiar with.

ScaryAnna: I'm so sorry, I didn't get the end of the address! I only got up to the ! I don't think I'll have that much French for a while, but it's good to know that I can ask you for some help! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

lucidity: Thanks for the review! Yeah, I like J.P. too! LOL He's what I image Harry would have been like if he grew up with a loving and supportive family rather than the Dursleys. Thanks for the congrats! Hard work does pay off! LOL And a huge thanks for getting the chapter back to me so quickly! Unfortunateness has happened to prevent me from posting until now, but I really appreciate you getting it back to me so quickly and for your advice!

I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter and thanks to everyone who reviewed! The next one might take a bit to come out cuz I'm not very happy with it so far. And I've kinda gotten onto a new anime kick... ;; LOL But don't worry! It'll be out soon enough and hopefully you'll like it too!

Take care, savvy?

DW