Name: Promises.
Rating: PG (one curse word.)
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.
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Kid(11/22/04): Well, it's another chapter of Promises, eh? I hope you like what I've done so far, but I guess I'll never know seeing as how no one ever reviews... Hmm.. I guess I have to say one thing: ff.n has been down and you couldn't review, so.. Yeah. Well, anyway, I hope you like it, and this is the third chapter, if you're wondering what "Chapter Three:.." down there means.
Updates: Nothing new. Sorry.
Chapter Three (see!): Of Emerald Eyes, Hugs, and Broken Toys.
Draco Malfoy shivers, wrapping his arms around himself in a desperate attempt to stay warm. He -knew- there was some other reason he was here. Voldemort wanted him, not as a member, but as a toy. A toy he could take off the shelf and play with until ragged, put it back up, then let it rest, just to break it again. But when it's already broken, you can only break it farther, and eventually nothing can bring it back together . That was the oblivion Draco was waiting, and almost hoping for. In that oblivion, he'd feel nothing. Every time Lord Voldemort broke him he'd never feel it. That's what he wanted. He'd already gotten to Harry, the only light the Slytherin had known, and now, the Dark of Lord Voldemort and Lucius had overshadowed it, poisoning it, killing the Harry he used to know.
"And now you're killing me." He whispers to the moon lit shadows. "You killed Harry, now me. Just make it quick. Fuck me three and four times a day if it helps. Just do it you bloody son of a bitch." Even in his mind the words sounded hollow, but it didn't matter. Behind the boy, the stone door opens, revealing the man he spoke to: Lord Voldemort.
"Draco... This is what I like. You waiting and ready."
"Harry. Harry! Wake up!" Harry's eyes flutter open, his hand immediately shooting up to shield his eyes from the sun. His vision blurred, he doesn't recognize the three people standing above him, but the boy still know who they are: Pansy, Blaise, and Snape, the only ones who helped him with the Dark Arts potion. Blaise, or maybe it was Snape, possibly even Pansy, pull Harry up on his fee, and immediately, he leans on them, pushing all of his weight on them. He hears a silent "oof!" and feels a slight fall but they catch themselves, and Harry, before they hit. They say something, whether to him or someone else in the room, he wasn't quite sure; his head is too jumbled to understand anything they say, much less to whom it is said. Either way, another strong set of hands grab him by his waist taking some of Harry's weight off the other, who he now believed to be Blaise, and the other being Snape. Finally though, he understands a little of what is said.
"It really messed him up, didn't it?" Pansy says, and of what he could see, waves her hand in front of his eyes. "His eyes are all foggy 'n stuff." Harry groans. No that wasn't Pansy. Pansy, the one he knew, didn't have and accent. "Maybe we should-"
"Drop the accent Parkinson." It was Snape, the one who helped the second time. "You don't do it right." And now was also speaking in the same accent as Pansy, but it was more natural sounding, like it rolled off his tongue easier.
"Surrounded by imbecile Snakes." Comes Blaise, also with the accent. "Neither one of ya can do it right. Ya both suck." Harry cocks his head to get a better look at Blaise, who for all he could tell, was grinning.
And when Harry speaks, his more natural Irish accent from one of his friends comes out. "Why don't you all go back to kindergarten and get a better accent and shut the bloody hell up. Mi heads a killin' me." Two gasps, one from Pansy, of course, but the other was harder to tell. Either way. "Can I sit down now?" He asks to no one impeticular and he feels Blaise and Snape moving, to a chair he guessed, but it could be the opened chamber of Cerebus for what he could tell. They turn him around and Snape, going by the length of black mass surrounding his face, kneels in front of him.
"Potter," He holds up his hand. "How many-"
"One. Actually, I see a nub with -no- fingers." Snape nods, his hand disappearing for a moment, then someone, who he discovers -is- Snape, takes off his glasses. "Better?" Harry nods. It was his glasses keeping his sight foggy. Some how the potion had also cleared his vision.
"Yeah, It is." Harry stands up and, getting dizzy, falls into Snape. The Slytherin pushes Harry up, though almost gently. "Sorry." Harry whispers. He lets his hands hover just at Snape's shoulder as he looks at the floor then slowly, the room. Finally the Gryffindor sighs, taking his hands from Snape. "Dear Merlin!" He whispers, clutching his head. He feels Snape pull his hand from his head and pulls open his eyes, looking at them.
"Let me guess, Potter. Headache." Snape says. The boy nods, once again clutching his head. "I'll go.. make you something." Blaise and Pansy watching in near horror.
"Is he.. A clone?" Pansy feels of her head, testing hers against Blaises. "I'm not running a fever. He really did say that then?" Blaise nods, then turns to Harry. He sighs, getting up and following Professor Snape.
"Merlin, if I'd known I'd get this headache, I would have asked Snape to make the potion to begin with." Harry looks up in time to see Pansy's arms wrapping around him. His eyes widen and he doesn't have time to return the hug before she pulls away. "Uhh..." Is all the Golden Boy can mutter just before Blaise returns and follows Pansy's example. "Eeep!" Harry's eyes grow again, more so than when Pansy hugged him. He pats Blaise on the back slightly before he lets go. "Well I'm happy to say, maybe some Slytherins aren't... Heartless." The Duke and Duchess grin at the Gryffindor.
"Maybe..." Pansy says, getting up and walking behind him, letting her hand softly drift across Harry's collar bone. "We just want you. You never know. Maybe in all of our research of you for Draco, we found a few things we liked." A small laugh escapes her throat.
Blaise lets his hand run up Harry's legs as he continues. "And when we like something, we always get it. Always." Harry feels Blaise push his weight on his legs, lifting his body from the chair opposite of the very frightened boy, to his lap, his hands still continuing their journey on the body presented unto him while Pansy's mouth plays with said boy's ears and neck. Blaise smirks as he leans in to-
"What in Merlin's name are you doing!" Snape's stiff body suddenly appears in Harry's emerald perception. A smile burst out on Harry's face. "Pansy, Blaise." Snape slightly pulls at Blaise, then shoos at Pansy, both who deflate, and hands the -very- thankful boy in front of him a still smoking potion. Harry downs it in seconds, then gives the cup back to Snape. "Better?" Snape asks, his voice hinting that he wanted the opposite of what he asked, but as usual, Harry Potter won.
"Yes, actually." Harry grins. Suddenly, Pansy jumps up and feels of Severus' forehead. The man looks at his student like a purple Daffy Duck, but then he shakes his head, taking the girl's hand away.
"I'm not sick." He says matterof factly. "He needed something, and being a Professor, whether I like it or not, I have to provide him with it if I can." He continues to check Harry, making sure nothing was wrong. Blaise, Pansy, and as good as he could, Harry all look at each other, all six eyes widened. Snape glances at them quickly. "What?"
"You... You..." Harry stutters, but stops, sighing then laughing very softly. Pansy shakes her head.
"Snape, you're becoming soft hearted." She says, whipping her dark brown hair over her shoulders. "And you, Mr. Potter, told me -I- was growing a heart. Nope, it's Snape over hear. And, taking a line from a well known author from around here, 'he thinks yur bum is cute.'" Snape sputters a bit, turning away form Harry in a coughing fit. Harry smirks when he notices Snape's embarrassment.
"I never knew. I'll try to shake it a little more during potions." Harry says, but unable to keep a straight face for long, bursts out laughing immediately after, Blaise, though not laughing, keeps a very interesting sparkle in his eye, but Pansy drowns in laughter, almost rolling on the floor. Snape growls, his black rimmed bright blue eyes glimmering in anger and embarrassment, mostly the latter, as he turns back around. "Come on, Snape! Admit it! You think I have a 'cute bum'!" Harry grins, but then sighs. "Well." He says softly, almost barely loud enough for even himself to hear. "It doesn't matter does it?"
Across the room, the door busts open, revealing a -very- pissed off Hermione, who takes long strides to Harry. She reaches into her robe, dragging out her wand, but before she could point it at Harry, Blaise and Pansy, surprising all three other occupants, stand up, wands ready to attack the other Gryffindor. "Move." She says, deadlier than Harry had ever heard her be, as she closes up more of the distance between the two and herself. The narrow of Blaises eyes and the laugh of Pansy answer the girl. "I said move." the girl repeats.
"Blaise, Pansy, step down." Harry pushes the two out of the way. "This is my fight. Not yours." Once again, the raven haired boy's eyes turn hunter green. "What do you want Granger!" He says, almost in a shout. The air around them electrifys, making the two members of the Court of Darkness back away, finally getting the "step down" comment. This was going to be a battle to rival the one that'd be between Harry and Voldemort. "Good." Harry says, a sinister smile coming across the boy's face as he speaks. "Something I've been wanting to do for a long time. Get ready Granger, this'll be the time of your battling life." He pulls out his wand, pointing it as Hermione.
Hermione puts down her wand. "Harry, you know I don't want to do this." She looks down. "But if you really want to kill me, go ahead. I won't stop you." Hermione raises her head again, tears softly sparkling in her eyes. Harry grins, positioning his want at her heart, his mouth opening to speak the Killing Curse when a hand stops him.
"You can't." Pansy says, looking at Harry weirdly. "Not now. You know you'll get in trouble if you do." A noise escapes the girls mouth, making them all look at her. She shakes her head, then takes Harry's wand out of his hand. He doesn't stop her.
"Fine." Harry whispers, sending the girls across him a death glare. "I won't. But this won't be the last time I try. I guarentee that." He turns his back to her. Behind him, silent sobs wreck the Gryffindor's small frame as she trys to keep the tears back a little longer, but to no avail it seemed as she looks around, her eyes red, and her nose.
"Harry please-" Hermione starts, taking a small step towards the raven haired boy. Harry scoffs, turning back to face the girl.
"Please what? Go back to being so deep in my depression that I couldn't see! Go back to seeing the empty years ahead of me that used to be so full of promise when Draco was still here! Go back to doing nothing about those years! No Hermione, I'm not! I have to do something, you know that. I have to do something. And, though this is a bit overused, you are either going to help me get Draco back, or you stand in my way, and I have to kill you. Take your choice." Harry waits, hoping that Hermione will help him, cause he didn't want to loose one of his first friends.
"Harry." Hermione says. "I'm sorry, I can't help you, no matter what relationship we had, you can't expect me to help you in something that will only hurt you later on." She turns, leaving Harry to stare the back of her curly brown hair. Pansy wraps her arms around Harry's neck, giving his cheek a feather light kiss.
"It's alright Harry." She whispers, barely audiable to the Gryffindor to which she spoke. "You still have us. Dispite what others think, we won't leave you. Well always be with you." Pansy smiles against Harry's neck as she let's go. Harry sighs, but smiles and turns to the Slytherins.
"I noticed something." He says. "I haven't slpet in a while, minus the passing out. I believe I need to rest." Harry grins. "But I really don't want to face Hermione yet." Severus sighs, taking Harry by the shoulder and leading him out of the room.
Supper; it was the only meal he got. He never saw sunlight, he never even saw the outside of the small room, and the only time he was anyone other than Voldemort, who mostly was Lucius, was when they came themselves. And, to make matters worse, he wasn't borken yet. He still felt the humiliation, the shame, and the hurt. Voldemort could still break him, and he'll break him untill it was impossible to put him back together. Not even Harry.
But he guessed, if what he last saw of Harry was any indication, then Harry wasn't Harry anymore. His Harry had been stolen from him by Voldemort and Lucius. This new Harry was mean, cruel, even to his once freinds. This new Harry didn't have the same carefree attitude that Draco loved so much, he didn't have the bright emerald green eyes that he'd drown in for what seemed like forever, but was still never long enough. Now they were hunter, or rather, the same emerald with an almost lust for blood in them that darkened them, that darkened the portal to his soul and hid his nature. The kind, fun, and smart, powerful nature Draco knew was there, had seen it when he refused to kill Hermione, though Pansy also asked him not to. Harry could have easily overpowered the girl and killed, or just injured the Gryffindor if he'd really wanted to.
The image that Draco had once helt of Harry was crumbling and falling through his fingers. That image, when Harry first said he'd sell his soul to stay by his -Draco's- side, the image was shattered, like a mirror that only held fragments of the original, but none of them connected. None were to be brought back together as they once were. Never as they were.
But, as he lay on the tattered bed, he thought of something. The mirror that had shattered had to have something to shatter it. He'd thought it was Voldemort; he'd thought it was Lucius that had thrown the rock to break the mirror that held that perfect image of Harry Potter, but he hadn't seen the stone in their hands, he'd seen in his own hands. It had been his fault that Harry was turning into this.. Creature. It was because he wasn't strong enough to decline Lucius' offer. Harry, and he, would have been much better off it seemed. Harry wouldn't be turning to his Darkness, and Draco wouldn't be wishing for sweet oblivion. It was his fault. His fault and only his. He was the one who should be punished, and he only, not Harry. Never should Harry suffer like this. He guessed, in a way he was being punished, but he still saw it wrong that Harry was too. Did Harry think of it as punishment though? Maybe this had been sleeping inside of him, waiting to get out, ready to destroy him when it wasn't let out. Maybe this was saving him, but if this was saving him, Draco would almost rather lose him again.
He didn't know what to do though. How, being stuck in this small room, could Draco stop this transfermation that Harry had stepped into, and change him back to the once envied Harry, the Boy Who Lived. It looked impossilbe. And maybe it was. It may be impossible, but that never stopped a Slytherin from trying.
Kid(12/6/04): Finally, it's over. I don't know what I want to happen in the next chapter yet, but I'll figure something out. Well, I think I will anyway. Maybe I'll come up with something over the next couple of weeks. You never know. Maybe I'll make this story near Christmas... That'd be interesting. Gift exchanges between the Duke and Duchess of the Court of Darkness, a Professor, and the Boy Who Lived. Now that brings endless possibilities!
I'm happy about one thing. I found out my name in Japanese and Elvish! Real:(Japanese): Saruwatari Michiyo. Nickname(Kid Zeal): Kawazoe Kumiko. Elvish(Real): Ireth Losse(this e has the two dots above, but I don't know how to put them on.)helin. Nickname: Ta'ri Ancalime(with dots!). I like them. They're cool, but I like my Japanese names better.
My friend made me a cd with the Morman Tabernacle(Sp?) Choir singing a bunch of songs, but its got other artists on it, and a couple of Japanese, and another english, but it's not Christmas. I really like it, so a big thank you to her! huggles
I guess I should end this now. C'ya at the next chapter!
tbc
I know Severus doesn't have this color of eyes, but I recently saw the video to Malice Mizer's Beast of Blood and the way Gackt looks is the closest I can get to telling you how I see Severus, and this is the color of eyes that he has in this. If ya don' like, complain to da manager.
I got this from "Wake Me Up Inside" by Rochelle B. Very good, I suggest you read.