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I think I forgot to mention before but this fic is like...I dunno hanging by a thread, it's only because I'm being temporarily possessed to write this lol, so I'm kinda surprised and a bit disturbed at what I'm writing, anyway, read on folks!
Chapter Two: Near Death
"Harry, are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked worriedly, walking with her two best friends through the halls on their destination to potions class.
"Yes, I'm fine," he muttered irritably, forcing himself to not stumble because of the throbbing head ache he woke to this morning.
"Maybe we should go to the Hospital Wing, I mean you fell down the stairs, mate," said an equally worried Ron.
"I said I'm fine!" he yelled angrily, only making his head ache worse. Ron and Hermione flinched slightly and jumped when they heard the sound of thunder rip through the sky. They turned to a window but it was a clear day, not a rain cloud in the sky.
"Ah..." the head ache grew much worse and Harry swore and hoped that he'd fall unconscious.
His silent wish didn't come and his hand instinctively went to his head, trying to soothe the pain.
"I don't care what you say, we're going to the Hospital Wing now," frowned Hermione, grabbing the raven heads arm and pulling him the opposite direction from where they were going.
"It's just a head ache, I'll be fine," he muttered, closing his eyes as he aloud himself to get pulled by the girl.
"Fine my arse, Hermione's right," Ron said gruffly, instantly by his side. Harry opened his eyes again and sighed in defeat, they were too persistent and at least now he wouldn't have to face Snape and his aggravating point deductions.
"Come now, Draco. If we don't get you to the Hospital Wing then that head ache of yours might literally split your head," Pansy's voice could be heard from a connecting hall.
"Pansy shut up, it'll go away," the annoyed voice of Draco replied.
"Oh great," Hermione breathed out angrily, "just ignore them."
Something odd happened when Harry heard Draco's voice. Something inside him triggered and sent vibrations through his body, his head ache started to ebb away slowly.
He stopped when they reached the end of the hall where two other halls connected from left and right.
"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at Harry curiously yet still worried.
"I-I don't know..." the vibrations soon left him leaving him feeling different, almost new. He looked at his hands, as if they could answer the strange reaction.
Thump-thump...thump-thump...thump-thump...
The sound of a heartbeat echoed quietly in his head. But it wasn't his heart; his was racing as adrenaline pumped in his veins. He was vaguely aware of Pansy's voice suddenly coming to an abrupt stop.
Thump-thump-thump-thump
"Uh...Harry?" Ron said nervously, taking a few steps back while swallowing, "ho-how are you doing that?"
"What?" he was surprised that his voice sounded distant. He looked at himself and realized his was glowing. "Whoa..."
"Harry?" Hermione nearly whispered, also taking a few steps back, the raven head looked at her but she was looking behind him, fear etched on her face.
Harry turned around to see who she was looking at. His adrenaline grew.
Draco stood a few feet away from him, he was glowing too, but instead it was black.
'I'm hearing his heart beat?' Harry thought in shock.
The blond looked at his hands like Harry had; he didn't seem very shocked to see himself glow black, but Harry knew he was feeling quite the opposite because of hearing the beats of his heart.
"Well, Potter," Draco spat the name, looking back at the other boy, "looks like we've got ourselves in a predicament. Again."
The raven head was taken aback; he had expected the Slytherin to be afraid about this strange change, to even accuse him of it. But he seemed to cover it with a mask of calmness. It annoyed the crap out of him.
Another trigger seemed to go off in him, only this time he was more familiar with it. He glared that the pale boy, his anger rising uncontrollably.
"Shut up Malfoy, you're just as scared as I am," he said coolly. Draco glared at him; Harry could feel the boys' anger rising just like his.
No one spoke. Pansy, Hermione and Ron were very confused and afraid, paralyzed in fear as to what might happen next.
"Harry...don't fight him," Hermione whispered.
"Shut it, mudblood," Draco sneered, he wasn't sure what he was doing but he made a ball of fire in his hand, and he shot it towards the other two Gryffindors who fell to the floor, dodging it by an inch. The ball of fire went on to the end of the hall and hit the wall, disappearing.
"What the fuck?" Harry whispered, looking down at his shocked friends on the floor. His hands turned into fists, knuckles going white, shaking in anger. Draco looked at his hands in shock, taking a few steps back.
He looked back up at the other boy and paled more than he already was. The wood that made the floor broke apart and floated in the air around Harry.
"I-I...didn't mean it," Draco stammered. Harry didn't seem to be listening because the pieces of wood suddenly shot towards the blond like arrows. He shielded himself with his arms, expecting the sharp edges of wood to pierce into his skin.
But the pain never came. He peered over his arm and gawked. The wood was flying right through him, as if he were a ghost.
'No way...' he thought, his eyes wide in shock. Suddenly he cried out when a piece of wood stabbed him on his right arm.
He leaned forward, the pain was both stinging and dulling; he shakily grabbed the wood and yanked it out painfully making him stumble back a little, warm blood flowed freely down his injured arm. He faintly heard Pansy crying insults at the Gryffindor; out of the corner of his eye he could see her on her knees.
"Harry stop, please!" shouted Hermione, her face pale in shock at what she thought was wandless magic, "he's not worth it just stop!"
Draco ground his teeth glaring unblinkingly at the equally glaring raven head. They wouldn't stop now, not with this raging anger, unstoppable adrenaline and newly found powers. Heck, even the wound didn't hurt anymore.
He lunged forward, his fist raised and glowing with fire. Before he could land a punch at Harry, the boy raised his hand violently and Draco flew back, his back hitting and skidding backwards against the floor.
The blond quickly stood up, his mind gone blank yet his fury and energy still there. He jumped into the air and flew straight downwards towards Harry, not in the least wondering how high or how far he actually jumped.
The raven head vanished making the Slytherin stop abruptly and look around for any sign of the boy. He fell down hard when a foot made contact with his back.
"Th-they're doing wandless magic," Ron said weakly, crawling backwards in fear of getting hurt by the violent fight.
"It's not wandless magic," Hermione sobbed, trying to calm down in her fit of finding her wand in her robes, "I don't think it's magic at all!"
The fight was getting worse, Harry and Draco were gathering up speed in their feverish blind attempt to literally kill the other.
Hermione finally found her wand and pointed it to the fighting duo. "I-Imobulous!" the spell backfired, hitting the wall if the brunette didn't move quickly.
Students and teachers rushed out of their classes, wondering what all the noise was about. But even the teachers couldn't help stop the fight; their spells would backfire like Hermione's had.
"Get the Headmaster," McGonagall ordered a student who dashed off immediately. "EVERYONE BACK AWAY!" she bellowed, making some brainless students who were walking closer jump and back away quickly.
All of the sudden, somewhere in the fight, Harry and Draco shot back, flying backwards across the hall and hitting their backs against the walls, sliding down unconscious.
Hermione and Ron rushed over to the raven head, the crash he made on the wall left a large round dent, it was no wonder why he'd fallen unconscious.
"DRACO! DRACO PLEASE WAKE UP!" Pansy's cries could be heard.
"Harry..." Hermione wept, holding the boy close to her. He was covered in numerous bruises and cuts, there were burn marks on him as well, not to mention drenched in blood. Draco was in the same shape, probably even worse.
Dumbledore arrived, looking weary and tired. The wrinkles in his aging face very audible in his grave expression.
It happened quickly. Harry and Draco were both carried in stretchers, Hermione, Ron and Pansy by their sides. They were immediately rushed to the Hospital Wing; no words were spoken until they arrived there.
"I still think we should send them to St. Mungo's," professor McGonagall muttered to the headmaster.
"We still have to deal with their fights which will end in their deaths," Dumbledore replied.
"Then what should we do?" her voice more urgent, "what I, and a number of other students, have witnessed was nothing compared to any normal school fight."
The aged man frowned in thought, he looked at the two beds where the Gryffindor and Slytherin still lay unconscious. Hermione and Ron, who've always had to go through this, were in wrecks of worry. Pansy was still sobbing her heart out.
"We can modify their memories," the headmaster finally said.
"What?" McGonagall looked at the man as if he were mad, "modify?"
"All of their memories."
"Why can't we just modify their knowledge of the powers they now possess?" she whispered hurriedly, noticing Hermione and Ron looking at them for answers.
"Because even if we do then they'll still fight and rediscover these powers."
"But why all of their memories?"
"Voldemort's gone; Harry needs a better life now, so does Mr. Malfoy. We can give them that and probably a second chance at friendship."
"But they'll forget who their friends are; they won't remember anything about themselves."
"Precisely, we give them a new life, in the muggle world-"
"What!?"
"Yes, the muggle world. If they become friends, if they ever meet again, then they can probably help each other with their powers."
"Miss. Granger and Mr. Weasley won't-"
"Do it as a last request, Minerva."
She shut her mouth and looked at the elder man in confusion, the glint in his eyes were gone, he gave a nod and left the Hospital Wing, only when the door shut did she know what he meant.
"Professor McGonagall?" Ron finally asked, "what's gonna happen to Harry?"
The Transfiguration professor turned to the red head and tried to find the right words. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy's memories will be...modified," she said, mildly shaking.
"Oh good," sighed Hermione, smiling lightly. "So they'll forget this fight ever happened."
"No, Miss Granger," she felt a knot in her throat and tried to say her words as steadily as possible. "All of their memories will be modified; they'll be living in the muggle world now."
"Very funny professor," but Ron paled.
"This isn't a joking matter," her voice cracked slightly; "they'll be given a new family, new names, new school, and new life."
Pansy stopped crying; she looked up at the Gryffindor head of house and tried to find something in her face that would tell her she was playing some sick joke. Nothing was found but she didn't cry again.
"I understand," she whispered, looking down at the unconscious Slytherin. Everyone turned to her but she didn't look up. "At least he'll have a better life."
"I won't believe it," Ron stood up, eyes flaring in anger.
"Mr. Weasley-"
"You can't take him away like some rag doll! He's my friend!"
"Ron," Hermione's eyes started to shine with new tears, she reached out and held the red heads hand, he calmed down and sat weakly on his chair.
"Can't you just...take out his powers or something?" he asked weakly.
"Magic won't work with his or Malfoy's powers. It seems we have no other choice," she remembered Dumbledore's last words.
'Do it as a last request, Minerva.'
"How did the fight begin?" she tried keep her mind off of what he said.
"They barely said any insults. They were glowing black and white," Hermione said shakily. "I don't know why they started fighting so quickly, because they only said about two sentences to each other."
McGonagall sighed. "Well...I'll leave you all alone."
"For the last time," Ron muttered, looking at Harrys' beaten body.
"Pansy?" Hermione asked tensely.
"What?" she nearly spat, looking up at the girl with hate.
"What did you mean? By Malfoy getting a better life, that is."
"Why do you care?" she scoffed, wiping the tears from her face.
"I just want to know," she muttered quietly, "has he gone through abuse or-"
"Shut up!" Pansy glared. Hermione silenced and asked no more, she got her answer anyway.
"Hermione? Ron?"
Both looked down and watched as Harry stirred to consciousness. "You scared the shit out of us," Ron almost whispered, he heard the bed curtains from the other bed being closed.
"What...what happened?" there was a dull ache in his head.
"You had a fight with Malfoy," Hermione answered, "lie down, you need rest," she said when Harry tried to sit up.
"Ugh, I feel like I've been barbequed."
"You sort of were," Ron muttered.
"You don't remember the fight?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"A little bit of it. I couldn't control myself...why was I glowing?"
Her face fell; she had been hoping that if Harry didn't remember the fight then he wouldn't have his memories modified. "I don't know...but you nearly died in that fight."
"Did Malfoy die?"
"No."
"That sucks...stupid head ache...how the bloody fuck was it possible for us to use wandless magic?"
"It wasn't magic," Hermione shook her head, "but I don't know what it is either."
"Oh..." he noticed Ron's sad expression, "Ron, it's okay I'm alive," he smiled then hissed at the pain because of the cut on his lip.
"I know, but there's something you should know."
"What?"
"Alright, everyone out, I have to take care of my patients," Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office with two sleeping draughts in her hands.
"You're gonna-"
"No Miss Granger, headmaster Dumbledore will do it in a few moments," she walked inside the curtained bed where they could here Pansy protest, saying it was too early. "Miss Parkinson I know this is hard but Dumbledore says it must be done."
"But-"
"Parkinson," her voice was testy.
"What's going on?" Draco's voice asked.
"Nothing, just...well...bye," Pansy said chokingly.
"What...ow, Pansy, you're hugging me too hard! Pansy...my ribs! They'll break! What the bloody hell's gotten into you?"
After a few seconds the Slytherin girl rushed out of the Hospital Wing with her hands covering her tearstained face. Hermione and Ron couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for her.
"Well Mr. Potter, bottoms up," Pomfrey emerged from the curtained bed; the trio caught Draco asleep for a second before the curtain went back in place.
Hermione and Ron quickly hugged their raven haired friend tightly before standing up to leave.
"Ow..." Harry caressed his ribs, "you guys are acting like I won't see you again," he laughed lightly only to cause more pain in his chest.
"Here, Potter," Pomfrey handed him the draught which he took.
"What was it that you wanted to tell me, Ron?" he asked, not drinking the draught yet.
Ron was about to speak but Hermione's hand holding his stopped him. "Nothing...I forgot," he mumbled.
Harry shrugged and drank the potion, falling asleep almost instantly.
Well...that's chappy two...soz if mostly the entire chapter was corny as fuck as well as very rushy (sweatdrop). Review please!
Next Chappy: Harry and Draco's new life! Among other things...I think (frowning in thought)