Chapter 7: Deatheater Initiation
Authors Note: Thanks to all of you who voted. So far it looks like our Wonder Boy is going to be a Vampire. Last time I checked the vote was twenty in favor and four against. Pretty overwhelming odds don't you think? All right now on with the fic. No wait a special thanks to my awesome beta reader Drakeluvr without her this story wouldn't read nearly as smoothly as it does.
Draco's Room Slytherin Dorms
Draco paced wild circles about his private dormitory. Samhain was fast approaching and he would be forced to take the dark mark. He'd decided long ago that to run and hide was not an option for him. Malfoys, no matter how dark or pure, didn't run. Besides, if he ran, there would be no way for him to protect his beloved mate. Which brought up a whole other line of questioning…?
Should I turn him?
Dumbledore's Office
"Ah, Harry. Lemon drop?" greeted the headmaster.
"Uh, no thanks. You wanted to see me?" Harry answered.
"Yes. I'm sorry my dear boy but I really don't have any good news for you," Dumbledore said the merry twinkle dimming in his blue eyes.
"It's not like I'm not used to it or anything," Harry sighed shifting his weight from right to left.
"Well Voldemort is rising in power as I'm sure you know." At Harry's nod he continued, "There's no easy way to say this, but you must know. I fear the war is coming to a climax. In fact I believe the final battle will occur before summer recess."
"But…I…that's five months away! I'm not ready! I couldn't possibly! I'll…I'll…no! Please!" stuttered Harry, a frigid fear settling in his stomach.
" I know you feel ill prepared for this but, I believe in you. So, do Ron and Draco. Isn't it time you believed in yourself?" Dumbledore counseled.
"But I… a muggle can best me and Hermione and even Mad-eye Moody! How can I possibly defeat the most powerful wizard in history since Merlin?" Harry gasped.
" Simple, Harry."
"How's that?" Harry inquired, confused.
"By becoming the most powerful being in history," Albus answered a bit of the old sparkle warming his irises. Frozen in shock, Harry couldn't fashion a reply for the life of him.
"Talk to Draco, Harry. He'll show you the way."
Samhain: Malfoy Manor
A large gathering of black robed, hooded wizards stood silently in a large circle. At its center the snake like form of Lord Voldemort stood, slowly glancing around the dark gathering he spoke.
"Lucius Malfoy."
"Yes, my Lord?" Lucius answered, taking a small step forward.
"Where is your son?" Voldemort asked, failing to spot the blonde Vampire.
"He is in his room sire," Lucius answered, bowing deeply.
"Very well, then fetch him. Now is the time for initiation," he hissed, red eyes glowing.
"You sent for me, my Lord," Draco said by way of greeting.
"Yes young Malfoy. Your time has come. Approach me!" Voldemort commanded, motioning him forward with a clawed hand. In smooth, measured strides, Draco obediently approached the Dark Lord.
Merlin, I can't believe this is happening. Harry, please forgive me, Draco thought, halting before Riddle.
"Yes…yessss… It's been a long time since we've had a Vampire in our midst. It seems nature has found a way to combat their dark nature by connecting them to pure mates!" Voldemort growled, glowing red eyes boring into the slate of Draco's. Inwardly Malfoy blanched.
Does he know about Harry? I sure hope not. There's no way I could destroy him."Kneel!" Obediently, Draco settled himself upon his knees on the dank floor of the Malfoy basement. Taking four steps back, Tom hissed out a command.
"Begin!"
Begin? Begin wha aaaaahhhh! Draco thought as searing pain flew through his abdomen. Surprised, Draco turned curious eyes upon the Dark Lord.
"What? Did you think just because you're a Vampire it was going to be easy for you? My Death Eaters have done their homework, young Malfoy. Let's see how strong you truly are…Continue!"
Harry's Dormitory
"Nooooooo!" Harry shot up in bed, now wide-awake.
No this is impossible. Draco would not do that, would he? Disturbed and somewhat disheartened, Harry threw his robe around his slim frame and quickly made his way to Dumbledore's office.
Albus should know something about this…Basement: Malfoy Manor
Pain…white, hot, burning, searing, red, black, and blue! Draco Malfoy could barely feel the frigid floor of the basement beneath him.
"Draco, Draco get up," a voice pierced through his pain-induced haze.
"Fa…father?" Draco rasped, blearily cracking his eyes open.
"Yes, my son. They're gone now. We have to get back to Hogwarts. Can you stand?" Lucius asked, both dreading and knowing the answer.
Gingerly, Draco maneuvered his hands until they were on either side of his body and pushed. Searing pain shot through them, and he collapsed with a pained huff onto the hard basement floor.
"No," he whispered, blood red tears leaking out of the corners of his eyelids, tightly screwed up in pain. Never in his life had he felt so pathetic. Well, if you didn't count the time Harry nailed him in the sweets.
Malfoys don't cry, Malfoys don't cry, Malfoys don't cry, Draco thought to himself, vainly trying to obtain rigid control over his crazily oscillating emotions.
"Well, then I suppose I'll have to carry you." Lucius sighed, gently lifting the battered body of his son and heir.
Damn you, Voldemort. If he dies, I'll never forgive myself, he thought. In that moment, fear sparked in the hard, steely eyes of the elder, but only for a moment. He had to be strong for his son as well as the cause of the light. Throwing floo powder into the fireplace, he yelled, "Dumbledore's Office!"
Dumbledore's Office
"Lemon drop, my dear boy?" Albus offered, comfortably settling himself behind his oak desk.
"What? Oh, no thank you, sir," Harry mumbled, gazing listlessly at the odd color-changing material covering the headmasters office.
"Are you certain you saw young mister Malfoy taking the dark mark? You could have been mistaken."
"I know what I saw!" Harry spat, his patience frayed.
"Well, then did you think of why Draco would do such a thing? Honestly Harry, I find the lack of faith you have in yourself troubling. What is Draco's aim towards you in life?" Dumbledore counseled, gently steering him away from thoughts of betrayal. Looking up from the psychedelic floor, Harry realized something.
"To…to protect me? But, why? That's too far… I'm not…"
"Dumbledore!" Lucius called stepping out of the fireplace; Draco sprawled across his forearms.
"Lucius? This wasn't suppose to…"
"I know, I know! Tom had his horde read up on Vampires," the elder Malfoy hissed through his teeth.
"There's nothing I or Madame Pomfrey can do at this point," Albus replied, his gaze settling upon the petite Gryffindor.
"Potter? What's he got to do with this!" Lucius growled, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Cowering under the elder Malfoy's cruel gaze Harry stuttered, "W-well…s-sir. I…uh…urm…I'm"
"You see Lucius, Harry is Draco's mate," Dumbledore interrupted eyes twinkling. In an instant, Lucius' cruel façade dropped.
"Please, help my son. I know he's been cruel to you, and I haven't been nice and…"
Holding up a hand, Harry stopped Lucious' plea-rant.
"I have already made peace with Draco, you needn't grovel for my aid. Besides, I think that's rather unbefitting for a Malfoy, don't you?" Harry answered, slowly approaching Draco. Gingerly, Lucius laid him upon the floor. Tears shining in his emerald eyes, Harry knelt beside the young Vampire, placing his hands upon his heart. Harry was, seemingly unaffected by the blood covering them. Draco…Draco!
Ha…Leo…I'm sorry
What for, Dragon? You've done nothing wrong. Pulling a small dagger from his pocket, he gingerly dragged it across the major artery in his neck, making sure to keep from severing it lest he pass out from severe blood loss. Soon, his blood began pooling in the small incision.
Here Draco, you must feed, Harry sent, laying his throat beside the mouth of the starved Vampire. Weakly, the young Vampire drug his tongue across the wound savoring the taste of the precious crimson liquid found there. Empowered, Draco pulled Harry closer to himself, viciously latching his teeth onto his mates' neck. The Gryffindor-Golden-Boy winced, but uttered no sound. Soon, the edges of his vision began to darken and an airy feeling began spreading through his body.
Dray…Draco you…have…to …stop…please, tensing in pain, the small of his back pressed against the taught stomach of the Vampire.
Stop? No, not yet precious. You are mine. I can do with you as I please! Draco growled low within his throat. The torture done by the Death Eaters had released the cold, greedy, possessive beast within him. Frantic at Draco's tone within his mind, Harry weakly pushed against him, but to no avail. He'd already lost far too much blood. In a last-ditch effort, he once again spoke into his mate's mind.
(Draco…stop…please! You…don't…want…to …do …this. It isn't you…Dray…you…have…control) Harry implored, crystalline tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Why weren't Albus and Mr. Malfoy helping him? Did they not see what was going on?
"Dumbledore"
"…"
Why can't he hear me?
Oh, that's because there's an illusion charm around us. He thinks we're sleeping. Isn't that cute? Draco hissed, carelessly draining more of the Boy-Who-Lived's blood.
No… No, this can't be happening. Summoning what remained of his magic, Harry whispered 'Finite Incantatem'," Instantly, Dumbledore was at his side.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Draco…not right…too much…can't see," he wheezed, eyes rolling up into the back of his head.
"Draconius release him!" Lucius commanded. Draco only growled, pulling the young teen even closer to him.
Well, if that's the way it's going to be 'se muere'," Lucius yelled, and Draco fell to the floor almost as if in death.
"Harry, I am so sorry. Forgive my son; it is not his fault. In my haste, I had forgotten the after effects such torture had on Vampires," Lucius said.
"I…I-" Harry broke down into tears, pulling Draco's unconscious form closer to him. Suddenly the room tilted, and he finally gave way to the darkness of a magical coma. Looking on with sorrowful eyes, Lucius turned to the headmaster.
"There's no doubt about it Albus. Now it must be done, or we will lose him," he whispered.
"Yes, Lucius. Voldemort, it seems has made sure of that. Harry must be turned. I only hope that it's for the best," he sighed, his gaze falling upon Harry's unconscious form.
"Yes…he will never be the same."
A/N: Se Muere is the Spanish word for die. Draco's not actually dead it's just a more potent form of stupefy as that spell doesn't work on Vampires to terribly well. Sorry for the horrible page break. I can't seem to be able to get rid of it. It won't show up in other chapters. Oh yes companion advocates you have approximately one week to plead Harry's case to remain human otherwise next chapter he's a Vamp.
