Title: The Herald of Truth
Pairing: DM/HP, RW/HG... so far
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
DISCLAIMER: Me? Own Harry Potter? Laughs hysterically, tears pouring forth from eyes Oh gods! Ahahahahahahahaha! If you don't get it. That's a no. I don't own Harry Potter. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.
Summary: It's the middle of the war and the casualties are amazingly high on both sides. There isn't a reason to laugh or be happy anymore. But suddenly, the Secrets of Hogwarts are being revealed one by one. Everyone is paranoid and everything is in disarray. Who's doing it? What are they trying to accomplish and who's next? SLASH. R/R
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Chapter Three: The Tie-Dye Scroll
Draco opened his silver blue eyes to the bright sunshine of a new day. He was truly content. He pulled Harry's warm body closer to him. Gods! This was how things should always be. They were only 17. The only thing that they should be worrying about was school work and how best to pleasure each other, but that wasn't the case and wouldn't be as long as Voldemort still existed in the world.
His mind turned to the mystery of the Secret Scrolls, as the denizens of Hogwarts had taken to calling them. Of course, the fact that secrets were being revealed left right, and center was a bad thing, but he couldn't deny that whoever was doing this was smart and doing a good job. Without realizing it, the students at Hogwarts were teaming up to watch each others' back and figure out the identity of the mastermind before their own secrets were released.
This brought up another subject. Did this person now about him and Harry? Did they know where they met and what they did when they met? If they did, would they hesitate to tell this secret? Did he care? He thought about it. Draco knew he had told Harry that this person could do whatever they liked, and he wouldn't care, but that had just been to soothe the other boy's already frayed nerves. He really considered it now. No he wouldn't mind. A coming out less painful. He was happy with Harry and nothing would change that. He'd do anything for his Harry. He felt the stirrings of lust as Harry moved against him in his sleep. He had what he needed right here.
Emerald eyes blinked sleepily. A sleepy smile filled the smaller boy's face.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said softly placing a small kiss on his lover's forehead.
"Mmm, what time is it?" Harry said softly, snuggling into Draco.
"It's a bit after 8." Harry groaned.
"Why ever are we up so early?"
"I can think of a few reasons..." Draco said running his hand through Harry's hair. His breath hitched as he felt Harry's mouth move against his neck. "That being one of them." He felt Harry grin against his neck.
"I want you, Draco," Harry said still torturing him with small bites and licks. "Make love to me." Draco groaned, his eyes darkening with lust and shimmering with love.
"What do you do to me, Harry?" Draco said and then proceeded to roll on top of him so that he was now straddling him. Harry's eyes were dark with the same mix of lust and love.
"The same thing you do to me. We set each other free." What followed those words was a lovemaking of epic proportions.
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts with a decidedly chipper skip in his step and a small smile on his face. Today wouldn't be like other days. He refused to let anything bother him.
"You monster! You utter and complete bastard!" Harry heard the shout and wondered who it was aimed at. He turned and was shocked to see half of the school standing in the hall behind him. A sixth year boy, whom he didn't quite know, was pointing an accusing finger at him.
Please Merlin, not this. Not today, not this! Harry thought to himself, but it was for naught. Still, he looked around in all directions just to make sure.
"Don't look around! You know who I'm talking about. Did you think we really wouldn't realize?" The boy waved the daily prophet in the air and Harry felt a jolt of fear run through him. Gods, what is it now? He tried to read the headline:
HARRY POTTER SITS BACK WHILE VOLDEMORT KILLS HUNDREDS
"You're purposely letting all of this happen! You're letting the wizarding world die!"
"It's not like that," Harry said in a pleading voice.
"Oh, no. I think it is. Everyone here thinks it is." The crowd answered this claim by shooting Harry contemptuous glares. He fought hard to stand his grround and not cringe at this new accusation. He felt anger spark within him but knew that he couldn't get angry with them. It could... no would ruin everything for him. "We know that it's you, Potter. We know! You'd like us to think that you're all sweet and innocent, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, but the truth is you're not. You're nothing but a two bit phony, a Death Eater in disguise, a--"
"And what's going on here?" Harry recognised that voice. He'd know it anywhere. The question was: What was it doing here? Draco sauntered into the middle of the circle, the crowd making allowances for him, thinking that now that Potter's most hated rival was here they'd really see a show. Apparently the sixth year was thinking the same thing. He pointed at Harry.
"Him! We're exposing him as the traitor he really is."
"Potter?" Draco said, disbelief clearly written across his features. "Harry Potter, traitor? You're kidding me! Potter is the most pansy arsed light supporter ever." Harry stared at Draco in shock as did most of the crowd.
"That's what he'd like you to think. Potter is a-"
"A wimp who doesn't know when to give up, the most self sacrificing loser to walk the planet, a strong headed stubborn mule who doesn't think first before jumping into situations, a guy who has sacrificed his life for all of you for 6 years running , and you think that he could make the cut as a Death Eater?" Draco was in the Sixth year's face now, but he hadn't raised his voice. It was a whisper that carried. The sixth year took a step back and gulped audibly. Draco looked at him as if he was the lowest scum on Earth. "Who am I?" he suddenly demanded.
"D-d-draco M-m-malfoy," the boy stuttered.
"And who is my father?" Draco asked with a raised brow and taking on a bored posture.
"L-l-lucius M-m-malfoy," the boy stuttered again.
"That's right. I know a Death Eater when I see one. Potter isn't it, doesn't have the balls to be. Now get out of my sight before I do something...unforgivable." The sixth year stared at Draco in disbelief and ran from the circle, bumping into McGonagall and a red faced Ron and Hermione. She stared at Draco and Harry in the middle of the circle and the still shell shocked crowd itself. She put on her best McGonagall glare.
"Well! Why are you all standing here like imbeciles? Into the Great Hall with the lot of you. Lunch is still to be had." The crowd moved jerkily into the Great Hall. Harry and Draco were still staring at each other, gazes locked. McGonagall upped her glare level.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, if you would be so obliged," she said sarcastically breaking the boys out of their staring contest. Draco strided past them all. Hermione and Ron went to Harry. McGonagall pursed her lips, but decided to give the Trio their moment. She strided into an abnormally silent Great Hall.
"Are you okay, Harry? You're pale. Don't take what that sixth year said to you to heart," Hermione said.
"Yeah, mate, he's an idiot."Ron added. Harry just shook his head and allowed his best friends to lead him into the Great Hall.
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
It was nearing the end of lunch and nothing had happened. The air above the Great Hall had stayed amazingly clear and no messengers had been spotted. The students of Hogwarts thought they had it. It was obviously a sign. Their hatred of Potter was now justified. Just when they thought they could breathe easy, a Peacock waddled into the Great Hall. It's hind plumage spread in an amazing display and a small multi-colored scroll in it's beak. The students watched it's progress not deterring it in anyway. When the bird reached the front of the hall, it threw the scroll over it's head and let it land on its fan like plumage. The bird batted the scroll into the sky where it stayed and flew away. The Great Hall let loose a simultaneous groan as the Scroll expanded.
Did you really think you had it? Blaming Harry Potter? How low could you get? I'll tell you one thing. The only ones you have to blame are yourselves. Instead of sitting on your fat arses, you could get up and help instead of leaving everything to him! What does Unity mean to you? Such a simple word... only 5 letters. Well, until you realize for yourselves... let our little lesson continue.
Blaise Zabini
Seventh Year Slytherin
Loves himself... a lot.
Secretly desires to be the world's biggest enigma
So you've been wondering exactly what sex Zabini is... well... hurt yourself no more with needless brain excercises. Zabini just so happens to be both.
The snap shot of Blaise changed to show him/her... he/she undressing in front of the mirror. With robes shed, there was a perfectly masculine chest. With pants shed, there was a perfectly feminine vagina. Everyone howled and hooted. Cat calls filled the Hall. In a swirl of colors, the snap shot was replaced by Padma Patil.
Padma Patil
Seventh Year Ravenclaw
Loves to read... and study... errr yeah
Secretly desires to know everything in the World
Ever wonder how Padma keeps her girlish figure? Or should I say twig like figure? Here's the secret... She's anorexic.
The snap shot showed series of pictures of Padma pushing away her bowl of food in favor for two carrots and a piece of lettuce.
Lavender Brown
Seventh Year Gryffindor
Loves to Gossip
Secretly desires to work for the Daily Prophet under Rita Skeeter
Lavender Brown, when not spreading rumors, is eating. But however does she stay so thin! Let's take it by syllables. Bu-Li-Mi-A
The snap shot showed Lavender shovelling huge ammounts of food into her mouth and then later spewing it out into the toilet.
Hannah Abbott
Seventh Year Hufflepuff
Loves to disect small defenceless animals
Secretly desires to be a Sadist
Boys... I hate to break it to ya... but you know that rack that somehow appeared between Start of school this year and halloween. It's potion and spell induced... meaning reaalllllly not natural.. plastic-y almost.
The male population of Hogwarts groaned in dissappointment.
Yeah, I was dissappointed too.
The snap shot changed and Remus' congenial face filled the screen.
Remus Lupin
Proffessor
Loves Defence Against the Dark Arts... and Mutts (Snape allowed a small smile on his face at that) and play in the forest
Secretly desires to be one with Nature
Our calm, considerate, open minded, sweet, loving defence against the dark arts teacher, who might i mention, hasn't tried to kill us is... the king pin when it comes to being a Player. Just call him Papi Remmy.
The series of pictures that accompanied this statement were amazing in their own rights. No one would have ever imagined that their sweet old teacher could look so...so... so... sultry! With leather pants, kohl eyeliner, a tight blue button-down, and the gray streaks artfully highlighted in his brunette hair... Remus Lupin was a knockout! And it was obvious that the men and women he was posing with in each picture thought the same. Remus looked at the screen in shock, but slowly a smirk that really was out of place filled his face and a twinkle took place in his eyes. He nodded. Oh well... More fans for him. Muahahaha! Severus Snape was...restraining himself... He wanted to jump the wolf now! So that's what he hid under those worn robes... Harry stared at his surrogate Godfather and proffessor. This is what the man had become after Sirius' death? Well, his loss had changed everyone; made them do things they never would have done before. He chanced a look at Draco, but he didn't regret. The snap shot changed.
Argus Filch
Grounds Keeper
Loves the torture of small children
Secretly desires to own a Boot Camp forUnruly Infants
Ah, our dear grounds keeper. Has anyone noticed the board lately? 500 more things have been added to his list! I bet you all have wondered what Filch's attachment to his cat is... Well, let me clear the confused air... Mrs. Norris is actually Filch's lover who happens to be an illegal animagus and Azkaban escapee.. Don't worry... she is innocent... much like Sirius Black.
Filch suddenly gulped, looking fearfully up at Dumbledore who merely twinkled merrily. Students gave an even wider birth to Filch and his cat.
And none of this is leaving the building you realize. I've placed a special unbreakable charm on this screen so that no secrets may be repeated to anyone who doesn't already know.
Filch sighed, relief clearly written in his features and both cat and man slunk out of the Great Hall. The pictures left the screen and multicolored wording appeared on it.
I'm being patient. Very patient... Today wasn't as bad as it could have been. I urge you to get the hint because all these secrets aren't all picnics and sunshine. And remember... it could be you next.
The Screen didn't burn this time and it didn't roll up into nothing. It simply faded. The students exited the Hall.
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
"Why did you do it?" Harry asked Draco, much later in their rooms. Harry was curled into Draco, who was reading the Art of War. He put his book down and looked into Harry's too green eyes. He knew exactly what his lover was talking about.
"Well, what else was I supposed to do?"
"I could've handled it," Harry said softly. "I've been handling it for six years now."
"Stop being an idiot Gryffindor," Draco said fiercely. "Why do you always think you have to do things alone?" They stared into each other's eyes, Harry not daring to respond for fear that he just might start crying. Goddam, why was he acting like such a baby? He curled closer to Draco, seeking his warmth and comfort. Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair, soothing him.
"You're mine, Harry. I'll protect you always."
A/N:
Sorry guys! My beta went AWOL... so I'm working with another and she's finally done with this chapter (. -.) Say thank you to the nice replacement, Marlie.The next one should be up really soon. Thanx for reading!
Reviewer Responses
jbcna
CrimsonTearsofPain
dracoroxmysox: No, you're right they shouldn't be worried. But they are and that scares them.
Tigris T. Draconis: Well, I'm glad that you had that insane urge. Makes me feel appreciated.
DemonRogue
theTigersFire: Thanks for the offer. Everything is already planned. Just try getting me to write everything out. Heh.
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