WARNINGS: This story will be eventual Harry/Draco slash, which means that they will have a relationship. If you are in any way homophobic, I suggest you leave now and don't flame me. Other warnings include child abuse, swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, rape and sexual content. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Co…JK Rowling does. Songs throughout this story belong to various artists and myself. I'll tell you when we get there. Oh…the plot belongs to me. Information on The Black School was taken from the book "The Charmed World Wizards and Witches by Brendan Lehane.
A/N: The chapter has only changed slightly from the original. Also, things are added on, making it longer.
Chapter 14: The Black School
Last time on Wrong Turn…
"Your wolf is in trouble."
"What do you mean, 'my wolf is in trouble'?"
"My Raven," The woman chuckled softly, warm breath tickling his ear every so gently, "Moony is in trouble."
"Where is he?" Harry asked in a monotone voice, afraid of the answer.
What if Harry couldn't find Remus, or save Remus? The Death Eaters, Harry guessed, probably had him captive and were awaiting Harry's foolish appearance to save him. Yes, Harry was no longer the irrational go-save-the-day kind of boy. He was smarter than he looked, and knew more common sense than anyone his age should even be thinking about knowing. The green-eyed boy was aged beyond his years in a very unhealthy fashion, seeing many things not even grown adults have seen, not even Dumbledore had seen. The problem was…no one knew but him.
"Don't be so worried, Raven…you'll find your answers soon enough."
"What answers?" Harry demanded, "Where am I supposed to find these so called 'answers'?"
"Sh, Raven" Invisible fingers touched Harry's lips, shushing him, "You will find them, do not worry yourself."
Harry took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the dreaded lilies. It made him chuckled, in a sick and twisted way. Death…he could control death, apparently, whatever that meant. And death was coming his way…he didn't understand it. How the hell was he supposed to control death? Nothing, he though, made sense nowadays. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw a strange thorn bush in the middle of the sandy beech with red berries.
"What are those?"
"Those, Raven, would be hawthorn. In the summer it is covered with flowers. But here…in this realm, it is autumn…so they are berries."
"What are they here for? What are they supposed to be telling me?"
"Like I told you before, Green Eyes, you will find your answers soon enough."
"OH BUGGAR IT! BLOODY HELL WHY AM I HERE THEN? WHY DO I KEEP COMING HERE IF YOUR NOT GOING TO TELL ME A DAMN THING?"
"Sh, Green Eyes, no need to yell." The women said calmly, her soft lips brushing against his ear again.
"Find out what The Black School is, and it will help you in your quest."
Harry sat in the library later that day, the enormous library Severus had in his enormous manor. Piles upon piles of books were scattered everywhere and Harry's hands were shaking with frustration. What did all of those dreams mean? He was going to find the answer or die trying.
The worry for Remus had somehow left his mind until now…until the dreams.
Finally!
Harry jumped and went to a desk with better lighting and began reading.
"THE BACK SCHOOLSome brave wizards of Europe, it was said, learned forbidden knowledge In a school presumed to be in Spain-a cavern reached by winding staircases leading far into the earth and sealed from the sunlight by iron doors.
Except for their own murmurings, the scholars had a silent schooling. They saw no schoolmaster and heard no response to their questions: The answers they asked for each night appeared in the morning as letters that glowed and faded on the pages of their books or shown on the cavern walls. No servants brought the wizards sustenance/ Instead, a shaggy hand thrust out from the walls the food and drink they required. No fee was asked save one-that the last man to leave each class give his body and soul to the schoolmaster. Who's name was Satan."
The teen jumped in shock when he felt arms encircle his waist. Turning around he found Draco looking curiously at him.
"What are you doing?" He asked kindly, trying to look at the book.
Harry swiftly closed it, "Nothing."
Draco rose his eyebrows but let it slide, instead saying, "Come on, we're going to Diagon Ally. You can get that tattoo and piercing you wanted."
As they left Harry's mind wandered back to the dark mystery of The Black School.
What was it, really, and what the hell did it have to do with him?
TBC…
A/N: I added more than I thought I was going to. What do you think? This is all for now, but I've already started chapter 15.
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