Name: Promises.
Rating: PG-13 (just in case)
Summary: Draco gets a letter from Lucius telling him to meet him in the Potions room. He want to talk to his son, but his meaning of 'talk' is different then the real meaning.
Genre: Angst
Secondary Genre: Drama.
Soundtrack to Chapter: Under the Moon: ICP.
Kid(11/19/04): Well, okay. So I said this wasn't going to be a chapter story, but a few people I let read this wanted a sequel, so I started writing, and I've got a few pages on it, and I wanted to type it. Well, anyway, a short warning before hand. I'm listening to ICP (for those who don't know who that is, It's Insane Clown Posse.) It's really demented and twisted, but either way, it's really sugoi, and this will probably end up being really... disturbing to a few people. - Let's get that disturbing story started. (Updates will be at the end.)
Chapter Two: Difference of Shadows and Darkness.
Draco struggles against his fathers hold, trying to get away from him, but it's no good. Lucius just laughs. Draco's silver eyes dart up to him and narrow dangerously at the Death Eater. "You know, Draco," Lucius says in a very nonchalant tone that almost catches his son off guard. "This is the best path for you. Everyone, well... Almost everyone, in the Malfoy line has taken this path. It's the path of pride, of honor, of-" "Stupidity?" Draco says under his breath. Lucius stops abruptly, looking curiously at the boy. "What did you say?" "I said, it's the path of stupidity. Not of pride or honor." Lucius smiles, walking on. "You'll learn, and accept it soon enough, my son." This time it's Draco who laughs. "You have no son, Lucius." He says, earning him a very bemused look from said man. "Have you gone mad? You're my son, Draco." A smirk creeps across the boy's lips. "When you killed Draco, you cut your ties with me. You're not my father. I have no father." Lucius scoffs, not believing his son. "Nonsense, Draco. You wouldn't disown me." "Bloody hell I wouldn't." "You'll change your mind soon enough."
Maybe it was Draco's imagination, but it seemed to take no time to get to their hideout, and they stood in front of it, Draco still deciding whether or not it was real, or if his father had knocked him out and he was just imagining this. But, as soon as he steps in, he knows it was real. Nothing smelt this bad in your imagination, and nothing clouded your vision quiet like this, until you walked into the center of the place. It felt like he was suffocating, but in all honesty, Draco could breath better than before. He could hear better too, now that he'd noticed it. It wouldn't last long though, as the skeleton that formed Lord Voldemort swept into the room.
"Draco. How nice of you to join us."
Nightmares. Every night since Lucius took Draco, Harry's night was filled with nightmare of Lucius, Voldemort, of himself, not only beside Draco, but also the two previously mentioned... Creatures, and that scared him more than facing Voldemort himself, one on one.
But, dispite the fact that the Golden Boy hadn't had a decent night's sleep in over a week, he kept up his appearance to Ron and Hermione. And someone he'd forget that Draco was gone. He'd wait for him in the usual spot, until it hit him. Draco really was gone and he wasn't coming from class to meet his boyfriend, who was probably so far deep into depression that no one -but- Draco would bring him out. And that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.
"Harry." Hermione starts, watching her friend rummage through his trunk, throwing out anything and everything he wasn't looking for. "just what do you thing you're doing?" She finished with her hands on her hips. "I'm looking-" he throws a book. "-for that bloody-" a pair of shoes. "-dark arts book-" a shirt, that lands on Rons head. "-Draco got me for Christmas!" Ron picks the shirt off of his head. "What for, Mate?" Harry stops, then pulls out a large leather bound book that looked, and smelled, like it hasn't seen sunlight, nor air, in ages. "Cause Voldemort and Lucius aren't getting away with this. I'm not letting them pull me down like this anymore!" "Harry, you know that isn't the way to get Draco back." Ron laughs. "This is probably what they want!" Harry swings around, book in hand. "I don't care. As long as I get Draco back, I don't care." Hermione and Ron just look at the Raven-haired boy, finally sighing when he takes the book to his bed, opens it, and takes it out his wand.
And not even ten minutes into it, Harry trudges his way over to Hermione. "Uh..." Hermione stops him. "I won't help you." Harry sticks out his lower lip, a pathetic attempt at winning her over. "No," that didn't work. "Harry, I won't do it." He sighs, looking over at Ron. "Ron?" But actually Ron was almost as bad as he himself was; there was no harm in asking though was there? "Sorry, mate. As good as your intentions are, I have to side with 'Mione on this one." "Fine!" Harry says, grabbing the book and heading off to find someone who would help him.
A search that proved to be more difficult than originally planned. No Ravenclaws would help, no Hufflepuffs knew what he was doing, and he was a little more that worried about asking a Slytherin, but no one else would help him. Especially since it was -Draco, Prince of the Slytherins. He had no other choice though. Slytherins were the number one in "The Top Three Most Likely To Support Lord Voldemort", and that included the Dark Arts.
So, after classes the next day, the Golden Boy goes after a member of the 'Court of Darkness', arguing with the Snake Picture until the Duke and Duchess of the Court come out.
"What is this?" Muses Pansy. "The Boy Who Lived has come to pay the Snakes a visit." She grins, her hands on her hips. "To what, pray tell, do we owe this opportunity?"
"Pansy." Blaise says, gibing her a stern look. The Duke looks to Harry now. "Well?" Harry blushes, for the hundredth time wondering he what he was doing. Blaise was patient, it seemed, but Pansy was nothing of the sort.
"Would you hurry the hell up, Potter!" Harry sighs. "I need... Help... With something." For a moment, neither move, they only stare at him, then Pansy starts laughing, hanging onto Blaise's shoulder for support.
"You..." She gasps. "Want us?" Another line of laughter, then gasps. "To help -you?" Harry holds up his book, showing the title of the book to the members. Suddenly, all laughter stops.
"How did you get this?" Blaise whispers as his eyes from Harry to the book.
"Christmas present... From Draco." "But it's a-" "Dark Arts book? I know. I never thought I'd use it." Harry explains, looking everywhere but the Court Members. "But Lucius took Draco from me, taking him to Voldemort. I won't just sit back and watch it go on. Either I'll-" He stops, realizing what he was about to say, and to whom it was too. Blaise smirks, a smirk he got from the Prince of Slytherins.
"You'll destroy Lord Voldemort, right?" Pansy laughs at Blaise's comment. "Right, we know all about it, Potter." Harry looks down at his feet.
"Well, that or..." Harry begins, but he stops, thinking over what he was about to say.
"Or.." Blaise lifts an eyebrow. "Or what?" Harry sifts his weight.
"Or I'll... I don't know. I hadn't thought that far ahead." Harry lies. "I was just planning on getting him back, whatever it took." Blaise and Pansy look at each other, then Harry.
"I'm in!" Pansy calls. The other boys look at him. "What? It's the tainting of the Golden Boy! I'm -not- missing out.!" Blaise rolls his eyes, but nods in agreement.
"Well start tomorrow, seeing as it's Saturday." Blaise says, turning back around to the Portrait Door. "Pansy?" Pansy smiles a smile, that, had he been straight, Harry might have tried to rape her, but he wasn't, so he didn't. Harry grins at the two before turning and going to the Gryffindor Common Room where Ron and Hermione wait for him.
Ron yawns as Harry sits across from him. "Hey." He says. Harry side glances at the red head, then back of the fire at his fee. "Didn't find anyone?"
"Good! He doesn't need anyone to teach him the Dark Arts!" Hermione says, crossing her arms across her chest. "He shouldn't even be thinking about it, I don't care if it -is- for Malfoy! Ugh-Harry!" Harry gets up, pushing the chair back, tipping it on it's back lets.
"Quiet Hermione!." He looks at her, making her flinch. "I'd hope you'd do the same for someone you loved, Hermione. If not, you haven't go a heart. Just a brain. Without one, the other is useless. " He sighs, turning his back to the close-to-tears girl.
"Hey!" Ron blocks the Raven -haired boy's way. "Apologize to 'Mione!" Harry smiks, and almost Slytherin reflection in his eyes.
"I'm in a wonderful mood, Weasly." Harry laughs. "Care to dance?" Ron's eyes widen before he steps aside, letting the obviously gone psycho Golden Boy. Ron's eyes follow him until he'd closed the door.
Blaise sighs as he sits down in the lone chair in front of the almost gone fire. Something was up with the Golden Boy. No Gryffindor willingly (sometimes not even by force) delved into the Dark Arts. And that look that he gave him and Pansy before he left was one enough to rival his own. No, not that of Draco's. Not just yet. Yes, after a little while of swimming in the darkness around the center of his heart, he could rival anyone, even Lord Voldemort. That was one theory of why Harry could rival His powers. Harry's power in the Light was powerful, even Draco, and Snape (though unofficially) had to admit it. But in the Shade of Darkness, Harry was invincible. It was so obvious to everyone, except the Hufflepuffs. That's why Granger and Weasly tried so hard to keep him away from the Slytherin and the Dark Arts. They had saw it, feared it, and tried to keep it hidden from it's owner; seems like it's source was growing.
And it was beautiful.
Only one thing left to do. Help it grow. And that'll be the job of the Dark Arts. Blaise chuckles as his head begins to drop. He knew what Harry was about to say. If he didn't think he'd be able to defeat Lord Voldemort, he'd join him.
It was a strange sight to see two of the most Slytherin people and a Gryffindor, and not only that, but Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Golden Boy, walking around not bickering, and actually talking like friends.
"You what!" Pansy shrieks. Harry pushes down with his hands, telling her to keep it down. "I -did- hear you right, didn't I?" Harry nods, a smirk playing on his face. "What are you thinking! Potter, you know it won't go unnoticed for long, eventually you, being you, will get caught!" Blaise and Harry stop, letting Pansy walk on. Harry opens his mouth to speak, but said girl comes back. "What?" She grins. "Oh! I get it. 'Oh no! A Slytherin is sounding like a Gryffindor!' " Harry shoots the girl an evil look. "Oh alright. 'Oh no! A Slytherin is sounding like a Ravenclaw!' Better Potter?"
"I thought Slytherin and Ravenclaw were the... Closer ones." Harry says, looking between the two raised eyebrows give him his answer. "Right. No one but Slytherin gets along with Slytherin." Harry sighs dramatically.
"Says the Gryffindor who's hanging out with the Slytherins." Pansy says, gently pushing Harry back into Blaise, who easily catches him. Harry grins up at Blaise.
"Oop. Sorry Blaise." Blaise shrugs, pushing the boy back to his feet. "Well, lets get started." Harry opens the door. He wasn't sure he wanted to -this- particular thing, maybe because it envolved a Professor. Professor Severus Snape to be exact, and that's the one in the room who glares at him, then, seeing the Duke and Duchess, growls.
"Ah! Potter, what have you done today? He says. "Good job Zabani, Parkinson. I'll call over Minerva for-"
"Actually, he hasn't done anything wrong, Professor." Normally, he would have just ignored that comment, but when a Slytherin says that, anyone would stop to listen. "He came to us, looking for help, and we needed a few things." Blaise says, like this was an everyday thing.
"Things?" Snape says cautiously, then he laughs. Harry sighs, turning to leave before Pansy grabs his arm and pulls him back. "What would Potter want with potion ingredients?" Pansy nudges Harry to talk.
"This." Harry shows the Professor the book, seeing the confused look of the mans face, Harry explains. "Yes, I know it's Dark Arts, yes, I know I'm in Gryffindor, and that Gryffindor opposes the Dark Arts. Anything you'd like to add?" The boy looks at the three.
"What the hell is going on Potter?" Snape says, edging in closer to said Gryffindor. "You're lying. I know it. What are you up too? He says venomously.
"Nothing Severus. He's serious. He's either going to defeat Lord Voldemort to get Draco back, or join him." Snape looks at Harry an unbelieving look in his eyes.
"Join him, eh?" Harry looks at Blaise. How the hell did he know that was what he was thinking? How! Was he fucking psychic or something? Harry sighs. Either way, Blaise knew, and now Pansy and Snape knew, so there was no denying it now. Harry nods. "Well well well." Snape laughs, taking the book from Harry and flipping through it. "So the little boy wants to venture into the Darkness." Harry growls, looking down a this feet. He whispers something inaudible to the Professor. "What was that Potter?"
"I said..." Harry starts, looking up at Snape, a shadow pushing away the bright green and giving way to nearly black hunter green. "I'll do anything to get Draco back. Even if I have to sell my soul to stay by his side. " Snape backs up slightly, barely enough to be noticed, but it is. "Scare you, do I? Get used to it, cause this is just the bloody beginning."
Draco watches in horror as the emerald eyes he used to drown in changes to meet close black. He takes hold of the chair beside him. How could Harry do this? His heart was never that Dark. "He'd never turn to the Shadows! You're deceiving him!" He screams to the empty room, but out of the back, the robed figure of Lord Voldemort comes out, answering his cry.
"I'm doing nothing. It's all his will. He isn't turning to Shadows. He's turning to Darkness. He's coming to the place where he belonged to when he was born."
"There is no difference in Shadows and Darkness." Draco spits out. "How could he turn to Darkness without turning to the Shadows first. The Shadows are the first part of it." Draco turns to the globe that shows him Harry.
"Draco..." Voldemort runs his hands across the younger boy'd collar bone. "Shadows are born from Darkness and light being brought together. You, my boy, are a Shadow. Harry is Darkness. He's born of light, and light only, with a beautiful and pure ocean of Darkness in his core being. No one realized it, except those who knew him. All I had to do is make sure it leaked, then gushed out." He hears Draco growl, but the Slytherin knew it was true. He knew, and he didn't like it; tried to hide it. Looks like Draco only helped bring out his lovers Darkness.
Voldemort laughs as he wraps his arms around Draco's slender waist and sighs as the boy stiffens up. The Creature of Darkness chuckles as he rakes his hand over Draco's now bare stomach, whispering in his ear. "Now it's about time I brought out -your- Darkness."
"I thought I was a Shadow." Draco says, his teeth gritted to the point of tears. Voldemort nods into his hair.
"You are, my boy, but Shadows are both light-" Draco feels one hand scrape his chest, blood slowly filling up the lines. "-and Dark. They can be forced into Either." Draco sighs, almost ruefully. Damn you Voldemort. Damn you! The platinum blonde thinks. "And Draco, you're mine. You're my Shadow. Don't forget that."
A blue smoke raises from the cauldron as Harry adds Veela blood, and realizes just how much he had to put. The cauldron was very small, but the blood filled up at least an inch of the bottom. He watches as the blood melts the claws and fangs of a wolf, the tongue of a fox, and the scales of a snake, changing the bloods color to a bright sunset orange.
"One more ingredient, Potter." Snape says, looking over the ingredients. Harry looks up from stirring, cocking his head to the side. "Your own blood." Harry's eyes widen slightly before returning to their normal state, or what Snape, Blaise, and Pansy now considered normal.
"Here." Blaise says, handing the Gryffindor a dagger. Harry takes it, placing it to his wrist and-
"Wait!" Pansy shrieks. "You know, I don't think you have to get the blood from your wrist. Choose somewhere else. Like your palm. Its just as good. Or maybe your finger. The blood flows really well in you fingers." Harry shakes his head at the girl.
"Growing a heart Parkinson?" He asks, a grin forming on his lips. "Don't bother. Besides, the wrist is the best place to get blood other than the neck, right?"
"Yeah, if you want to die, Potter!" She turns around, closing her eyes. "Fine, go ahead! No one will care!"
"Except the one what has to clean up the mess. And so far, that's been me." That's when the other scars on his arms become evident, but none of them say anything, as that seemed to be normal for someone who just had their lover taken away like that. Harry grins, pressing the blade to his wrist once again, only to be interrupted, once again.
"Harry, no!" Hermione calls from the now open door. Her and Ron rush to him, Hermione close to tears. "Harry, what are you doing? Come on, lets go. " Hermione smiles, taking the boy's hand. She starts to walk away, trying to take Harry with her, but he stops her, ripping his arm from the Gryffindor's grasp. She turns back around, the tears from before now falling down her cheeks. "What's wrong? Why aren't you-"
"Leave me alone, Granger. I have no need for you mudblood." Harry says, narrowing his eyes at her. Her face twists in her sobs, she turns to leave, Ron beside.
"I'm not the one without a heart, Harry, you are." She says, then runs out, Ron right behind her. Snape, Blaise, and Pansy stare at the once Pure Gryffindor as he watches the two leave.
"
potter?" Blaise says, interrupting said boy's train of thought. "What the bloody hell was that? You've never said, much less called another Gryffindor, a mudblood." Harry looks down at the cauldron a moment. He sighs, then grins again.
"Maybe the Slytherin inside me is coming out after six years of playing with the Gryffindors." He says, completely confusing the rest of the occupants. "The Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin, but I begged him not to, so I ended up with the Lions. " He explains to their bemused looks. And what he hoped was the last time, he pressed the blade against his wrist and successfully coaxes out the blood in his wrist. With a smile, the Boy Who Lived watches as drop after drop mingles with the concoction. It's smoke fills the room, but doesn't blind them. The raven haired boy picks up the cauldron and lifts it to his lips, drinking deeply.
He doesn't drink all of it, but he'd drunk enough, and he gently smiles and chuckles as the blood of the Veela mingles with his own. Since he'd already mixed some of his blood with it, it happened quickly, but the feeling of it left a very lightheaded, and sleepy Harry in the care of two Member of the Court of Darkness and the Professor he used to hate.
Kid(11/21/04): Hey all. How are you? Well, I said it was going to be a chapter story at the beginning of the chapter, and I'll say it again. This is a chapter story! I hope I lived up to the statement about this being a bit demented I'd made at the beginning. If I didn't, I'll work on it later (Oh! FYI: the potion Harry was making was one to make his blood partly that of a Veela's. Enough to make Draco his mate.) Anyway, I've still got ICP playing (thanks Elf King!) and I really like it-. I'll have to get this cd.
One more thing before the updates. If you're wondering about the short paras, I first wrote this on notebook paper and then typed it, so it was longer, but it was short on the compt. Sorry bout that, though.
Updates: TIOO is finished and has been posted. I've got more original stories I'm working on so it may be a while before I post on here again. But, I'll be working on this through out this. It won't be very exteremly long, maybe four or five chapter at the most.
Fuyu: Unless she just so happens to come up with another idea in the process of typing this.
Kid: Right. Well, c'ya!
Fuyu: waves.