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 Five: The Bronze Scroll
Harry put the finishing touches on his plans. He knew what he was going to do, how he was going to do it, and he really didn't care how long it was going to take as long as he finished it. He needed to finish it. He had his main plan and four back-ups just in case. He was feeling rather Slytherin at the moment. He put another few items in his black bag and shrunk it down, fitting it into his pocket. This was everything he would need. The previous year, he had began dabbling in Wandless Magic, strengthening his own innate ability. He could do anything now without his wand and he didn't tire as quickly. He was ready. Tomorrow was the day. He ruffled the other pieces of parchment over his desk to make it seem like that was what he had been working on. He had finished his holiday assignments 1 week previous.
Draco stared at the closed room door. Harry had locked himself in there all day, claiming to do homework and claiming that if Draco was there with him... less homework would get done. And although he heard a continuous scratching of a quill and knew that he was a rather distracting type of bloke, he couldn't help but think that whatever Harry was doing, it wasn't homework. He shook his head as if to rid himself of the thought. But that was insane. What else could Harry be working on with such vigor? He himself had yet to start the perhaps endless amounts of homework that had been assigned by over eager professors, preparing for summertime NEWTS, over the Christmas hols. Harry had the right idea. He worried his bottom lip. He was beginning to feel restless. Alright. If Harry wasn't out in five minutes, he was going in. He breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when Harry came out 30 seconds later, throwing himself dowm on the couch next to Draco. Harry himself sighed deeply, exaggerating it.
"I've finished my assignments!" He said placing just the right amount of relief, awe, and smugness into his voice.
"What?" Draco asked him, not really believing it.
"Go in there if you wish. Everything is done and correctly. I think those are the best assignments I've ever done in my life. Even my Potions assignment. I'm sure it can't be beat." Harry placed his head in Draco's lap, closing his eyes. He would miss this.
"I'll take you up on that offer. Later, though. I've been Harry-less all morning and there are just some cravings that need to be satisfied." Harry opened his eyes, looking into the lust filled ones of his lover.
"Is that so?"
"That is so."
"Well, I think we might be able to work something out."
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
Hours later, a thoroughly ravished Harry walked out of the rooms. He fairly skipped to his private lessons with Snape. Nothing would ruin the day. Not Voldemort and his lackeys, not those thrice damned black envelopes, and certainly not any uppity students who had delusions of grandeur. He didn't notice the analytical amber eyes that followed his movements, didn't notice the flash of silver as a pen glided over paper, and certainly didn't notice that he and Draco had never truly been alone.
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"I'm telling you he's planning something!" Ronald Weasley shouted at his girlfriend not for the first time. Hermione Granger simply sat down on the couch taking it all in. She was used to this. Used to him. She knew just what to say and how to say it.
"Ron, why would Harry be planning something? I know he hasn't been hanging around us a lot lately and sticking to himself, but we've gone to Dumbledore and he hasn't noticed anything amiss. Harry's just having difficult times what with everyone blaming him. He just needs time to thing things through." She said it in a soft soothing voice although she was seething inside. This had to be the hundreth time that he brought something like this up.
"Hermione, you're supposed to be the smart one-"
"And what is that supposed to mean?" she bristled.
"Let me finish. No offense or anything, but I've known him longer. I've seen him when he's let his guard down. I know it, Hermione. I see it in his eyes. There's this hidden knowledge there. This resignation. He's planning something and its probably not smart, but then again with Harry, when are things ever smart?"
"Ron..." Hermione said standing up and wrapping her arms around her lover. "Ron, please, listen to yourself. Harry's not planning anything. He's simply going through a rough time. He's not even finished with lessons yet. It's simply too early for anything to happen." Ron sighed, resignedly. She would never understand, but he played along.
"Yes, I suppose you're right." She kissed him and he kissed her back, heart not in it. Something was wrong with his best mate and it seemed like no one else was able to see it.
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Neville Longbottom ran through the halls of Hogwarts. Ever since that parchment had come out, he had been running through the halls from all his crazy fan girls. Chancing a look behind him, he didn't notice the thing that had stepped into his path. He whipped his head around when he heard a slight thump and oomph before falling on top. He quickly scrambled back to his feet, having had years of practice with these types of situations. He was preparing to stutter out his apology and help the other up when he finally got a look at the splayed form. His hand hung in the air, halfway to its destination. Blaise Zabini. Neville gulped. There was no denying that he found the Slytherin inexplicably hot even knowing that he had some woman bits, but that only added to his charm. Neville felt his cock twitching. He stepped closer and words broke into his clouded head.
"-just stand there, Longbottom. Help me up." Neville slammed back to reality. Oh yes. He had caused this. He helped Blaise up, but didn't let go of his hand until Blaise cleared his throat. He dropped the hand as if it were a piece of molten lava. Blaise chuckled. Neville stammered out his apology, but didn't move away. He looked worriedly at the Slytherin in front of him, wondering how he would respond. Blaise looked up through his long eyelashes, analyzing the Gryffindor in front of him. He knew that look, had seen it many times but never had epected it from this boy, this Gryffindor, this... Longbottom. He smiled at the other boy. He wasn't a bad looking bloke.
"So, Neville," he said liking how the name rolled off his tongue, "I noticed your scroll. I have to admit, you are rather good." Neville blushed and Blaise found it unbearably cute.
"Errr, uh, thanks... I um noticed your scroll too and I... errr. Yeah..." They stared at each other. Neville felt something odd within him. He stared at Blaise and then took the other in his arms and kissed him ferociously.
"Mmmm, well let no one ever say you lack Gryffindor courage." And thus the winds of change began blowing.
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Walking into the Great Hall some students got the shock of their life. Neville Longbottom was sitting at the Slytherin table. Not only this, but he was being thoroughly ravished by one Blaise Zabini... Or at least that was what both fervently hoped for. Instead they sat at tables on opposite sides of the hall, thoroughly frustrated. They knew that at this time, a relationship such as their own would not be appreciated. Then again maybe they wouldn't have to wait so long if these scrolls did their jobs right. Speaking of...
The doors to the Great Hall had been thrown open with inexplicable force. Bronze armour was clanking it's way down the divide. A bronze scroll was cluthched within its guilded hands. The teachers standing quickly shot stupefies and other such spells at it, only to have them bounce back. The armour stopped at the front of the hall throwing its message into the air, before liquifying into a steaming puddle of metal.
The scroll expanded into a bronze colored screen. Flashes of color filled it before it finally settled.
Did you miss me? I'll cut to the heart of things, eh? Wouldn't want you to get bored or miss my meaning. I know it's hard for you to settle your minds on such elementary concepts, but you can do it! I know you can. Watch, m'dears.
Filius Flitwick
Proffessor
Loves to charm and be charmed
Secretly desires to grow to 5 ft 1
To go with our Proffessor's truly childish height, he's got a truly childish habit. Proffessor Flitwick still wets the bed.
The snap shot changed to show Flitwick rising from his bed and leaving a large wet spot. The Hall burst into laughter as their petit Charms teacher turned completely red.
"I told you to try those muggle rubber diapers," Dumbledore could be heard telling his staff member with a mad twinkle in his eyes. The snap shot changed.
Hermione Granger
The Gryffindor table was suddenly quiet. They managed to get something on Hermione! Amazing! Who was this kid?
Seventh Year Gryffindor
Loves to study
Secretly desires to be a Ravenclaw
You wouldn't believe it, but Ms. Granger has indeed failed something in life.
"Preposterous!" Hermione could be heard saying loudly and with a pale face. "Preposterous!" she repeated again.
You'd like to think so, Granger, but I know for a fact that you failed Muggle Studies...twice!
The whole Hall gasped as Hermione held parchments in her hands with Ts marked on the tops. One was clearly the Muggle Studies assignment that she had been doing for well over 6 months. Even before she was a 5th year.
"Hermione. You told me you got an 'O' on that paper," Ron said in slight shock.
"No, you assumed I did. I just never corrected you," Hermione said tiredly. The Snap shots changed.
Ronald Weasley
Seventh Year Gryffindor
Said Gryffindor was watching the scroll with big wide eyes, half chewed food falling out of his gaping hole of a mouth.
Loves to eat
Secretly desires to be star Keeper for the Chudley Canons.
Alright. boys and girls. You wouldn't expect this from our hot tempered Mr. Weasley... or maybe you would... but one night... Ron dearest had too many butterbeers and woke up in the morning next to Dobby the house elf. And the little thing has been dearly satisfied ever since.
The snap shot showed a very horrified Ron Weasley in a bed with a small house elf with a happy smile. The great hall stared in silent shock.
"Soo. Is that why Dobby doesn't follow me around anymore Ron?" Harry asked. "It's okay... er... I'm still your friend."
"Shut up, Harry," Ron muttered dejectedly. The snap shot changed.
Ginny Weasley
Sixth Year Gryffindor
Loves to Flaunt Her Stuff
Secretly desires to be a Porn star
Ron paled and then reddened letting out a scandalised and shocked cry of "GINNY!"
SO! In order to become that much wanted position of Porn Star, Ginny has been giving head half price every Tuesday behind the Quidditch Stands, rain or shine. Two for One Wednesdays. No gag reflex and spreads her legs every other Thursday. She takes it anywhere.
The following scenes were blurred, but it was so obvious what was going on.
Sorry, ickle firsties. It seems I'm forcing you into your own a little early. A little knowledge doesn't hurt, though. At least you guys are smarter than your elders.
The Hall wondered what that meant and then looked at the first years. Actually looked.Why had the Gryffindors never noticed the handful of slytherins and ravenclaws that had sat at their table? For that matter, why had then Slytherins never noticed the Gryffindors and Merlin! Hufflepuffs sitting there?
I know what your thinking. The answer is quite simple. No one notices first years ever. Their not as stupid as they look. Moving on!
The snap shot changed and Pansy Parkinson's face filled it. Some of the boys flinched.
Pansy Parkinson
Seventh Year Slytherin
Loves to Nag Nag NAG
Secretly desires to own the world
It's common knowledge that Lucius Malfoy doesn't adore his wife as much as he should. It is also common knowledge that he has been known to indulge in Mistresses. Meet his youngest. Take a bow, Pansy. You're Lucius' bitch!
We're nearing the end of my little escapade... Well, I won't lie. It all really depends on you. Heh, think about it. Cya.
The scroll fell to the ground and transfigured itself into a suit of bronze armour not unlike the first one that had walked into the hall. The suit of armour saluted to the students, turned and saluted to the teachers, and then calmly walked out of the hall. If the students and teachers had been thinking clearly, they would have thought to follow it. Not that it would get them anywhere as it turned into a little fox and scurried away into the dark halls of Hogwarts.
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Draco sat in the common room of his and Harry's private rooms faithfully doing his holiday homework. He didn't know precicesly where Harry went off to after the scroll, but he figured it was to needle Granger and Weasley about their respective secrets. He had known about Pansy and in retrospect, Harry had known too. That was just one of the many reasons he had broken off his engagement to her. He sighed. He wished Harry was here. He really didn't want to do his homework. He let his quill drop to the parchment and leaned back against his chair, closing his eyes. He imagined hot lips against his neck, a hand running through his hair, and one hand creeping lower. Believing the touches had far more substance to them than in a mere wet dream, Draco opened his eyes and was met with emerald. The kiss ended. Harry smiled.
"See, this is why you shouldn't do homework in the common room. There's always a chance of... distraction." Harry straddled Draco and Draco pulled him closer. Their erections very obvious to each other.
"Well, maybe I feel like being distracted," Draco said nibbling on Harry's neck in the spot he knew made him crazy. Harry moaned, but still managed a response even with his mind going fuzzy around the edges.
"Good, cause I feel like being distracting." Harry began to grind into him, needing the friction that the act would offer him, but it wasn't enough; not nearly enough. In one movement both Draco's and Harry's shirts had been ripped open. In another, the shirts were thrown to only Merlin knows where. The boys gasped at the feel of skin against skin. Draco focused his attention on Harry's left nipple.
"Sweet Merlin, Draco," Harry breathed while arching against his lover. "I need you. I need you so much." The boys managed to make it to the bedroom still attached by the lips. A feat even the most accomplished lovers couldn't handle. Draco laid Harry down gently on top of the bed, settling his weight over him. He drank Harry up as if he were the finest wine. He allowed his hands to wander. Petting here, squeezing there. He knew all the contours of this body. This body was his, he thought possessively. All his. Being his, he would do anything to protect it. He smiled to himself in the kiss as Harry let out a particularly loud groan as one of his hands had trailed over Harry's sweet spots.
Soon, both boys were quickly divested of pants and all undergarments, freeing straining arousals. Draco reached into a draw pulling out a small bottle of lubricant. He lovingly began to prepare Harry and himself. He locked eyes with his lover communicating his love. Everytime they did this, it felt like the first time. Each time infinitely better than the last. He slowly began entering Harry, nibbling on the boy's neck and enjoying the small gasps and moans that he was making. He loved sliding into his lover. He loved the slap slap noises that they made as they came together again and again and again. He loved the explosion of colors that came, he loved the feel as he stroked his lover to completion, and he loved the sounds of their voices as they melded into one cry of pleasure. He loved his Harry. He loved him to an inexplicable degree.
"Draco, I love you so much. Don't forget that. Okay. Promise me," Harry said sleepily. Now Draco was a bit confused. harry really did sound like a fatalist just there, but he understood the need for his lover to be reassured and answered accordingly.
"Never, Harry. I'll never forget. I promise." They both fell into a deep sleep.
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
Harry woke up later at 4:00 a.m. He slowly detached himself from his sleeping lover. Making sure that thhe other was still sleeping by the time he was freed. He cast a low grade sleeping spell on him so that he would not wake up in the meantime.
"I love you, Draco. So much." He got dressed and rushed around the room gathering his things. When he was sure he had everything, he leaned down to Draco once more and placed a soft kiss on the boys perfect lips. "I'll come back for you."
A lone figure streaked across the Hogwarts grounds and into the Forbidden Forest as the sun peaked it's sleepy head. No one noticed.
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A/N: Woo! Another chapter and still it's only been 2 weeks. Smokin! The next chapter will probably take longer. I don't know why it will, but I know it will. School and other such things being a big part of the reason. I hope you guys liked it. This is so rough. It's unbetaed. All of them have lives! The horror! I hope I'll be able to put up the betaed one when I get it though, so that would probably go a long way, eh? Well once again. Hope you enjoy!
Reviewer Responses:
wwwendy: Ha, very perceptive. I see some people are using that thing inside their craniums. It's a brilliant idea, but not exactly it. Guess again. How did you do on your exam?
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fifespice: All will be well in the end, I promise.
Jujube15: Indulge in your need to cackle. I do. Muahahahaha!
theTigersFire
tearfulrose: OMG is on a bit of a Hiatus right now. I promised myself that I would work on it as soon as I finished this story. Luckily, this fic is almost over. I believe this chapter marks the halfway point.
insane-chick
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Jack or Jill: I'll never tell...well at least not until the last chapter. -
