Welcome to the long awaited chapter 4 of Siren's Song. I'm really sorry that I took so long, but things kept coming up that prevented me from writing. For example, my laptop breaking down and needing to buy a new one!
In this chapter, things will start to go downhill for a little while, and we discover how Draco got involved with Muggle music, and of course, the anime. Enjoy everybody!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. Any original characters belong to me.
Siren's Song
Chapter 4
Professor Jayson Killian was sitting at his desk grading papers for his Third year class, but he was finding it hard to concentrate, as his mind kept wandering to a certain raven haired young man in his Seventh Year class. Ah yes, Harry Potter had become a great source of distraction over the last few months since the term had started. Even now, Jayson could see him in his minds eye, as clearly as if the teen were standing right in front of him. His hair as dark as ebony, his eyes shining like the purest emeralds, his small, lithe body, that brilliant smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts. It was safe to say that Jayson wanted Harry more than anyone he'd ever known, and he intended to get what he wanted.
There was of course, one small problem… and that small problem had a name; Draco Malfoy. Yes, it was a problem when the object of one's affections already had (And yes, Jayson was willing to admit this) a drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, and they were so happy it was almost sickening. No, Jayson could not have that at all.
So, the blonde Slytherin would have to go, and then the Gryffindor would be all his. Jayson smirked to himself, winning Harry over shouldn't be too difficult to win over… not for a gentleman of his considerable… talent. And his preparations would begin tomorrow…
His thoughts returned to the present when he heard his First Year class entering the classroom beyond his office door. He sighed and re-organised his desk neatly. He picked up his discarded robes from a nearby chair and pulled them on. He shivered as he stepped out of his office. The fire in there had been exceedingly pleasant. A native Englishman by birth, Jayson had spent three years in Salem in the USA further studying magic, and was used to a considerably warmer climate than England had to offer. Especially around this time of the year, as winter was fast approaching. Even English summers were cold compared to everywhere else in the world.
In the manor house at Little Hangleton, a young girl was being kept in the dungeons that had been specifically created for unpleasant purposes upon the arrival of the Death Eaters in that part of the country.
This girl, under the filth, looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old. Her matted hair was blonde and, if it hadn't been so knotted, would be waist length. Her eyes, though dimmed from years of living in this damp, dank place, would be the clearest sky blue if they were ever alive with happiness once again.
It soon becomes clear; however, that it will be a long time before this girl will find any happiness, as three men entered the room, their faces hidden by the hoods of their cloaks.
The girl whimpered faintly, and tried to huddle further into the corner of the cell, but the chains around her ankles, and the one around her neck, prevented her from any drastic movement.
"Watch the door." The first Death Eater ordered one of the others.
"But I want to have a go at her too!" the second whined.
"You'll have your turn!" a third hissed. The second slouched off to guard the door.
The first Death Eater grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her up to stare at her face. "I'm sure the Dark Lord won't mind if we have a little fun with her." He said.
"Lucius might not like it though." The one at the door commented.
"What does it matter what Lucius likes?" The third snarled contemptuously.
The girl moaned with fear at what was sure to happen to her if they continued down the way they were headed. Her fear intensified when the wizard's hands reached under the torn remnants of her skirt. It was rare that they allowed her fresh garments, only when it became unbearable to see her did Lord Voldemort issue her a somewhat cleaner and more intact set.
"Hey, watch out! The Dark Lord approaches!" the one at the door whispered.
Instantly the other two released her and stepped back, bowing before their master as he swept into the dungeon cell, another Death Eater right behind him.
"You three should not be here; her cell is off limits to all but me, and those with my permission." The Dark Lord hissed.
"Forgive us, Lord." They said together, bowing lower. "We did not know." They grovelled.
"You have been warned," their master told them, his voice dangerously quiet. "But next time any of you are caught in here, you shall feel the wrath of my wand."
"Yes, My Lord." They said and scuttled hurriedly from the room.
The Death Eater behind him bowed. "Thankyou for sparing her My Lord." He murmured.
"Never mind that, Lucius." Voldemort said softly, murderously. "We cannot have her sullied for no reason."
Lucius bowed again, his blood running cold at the poisonous words dripping from Voldemort's mouth.
The blonde man knelt by the girl's side. "Be strong dearling. I'll come back and visit you as soon as I can." He told her.
"You may go Lucius." The Dark Lord told him abruptly. Lucius bowed again and then bent to kiss the girl's dirty cheek. As he made to leave, the girl caught at his hand, stalling him. "Tell… tell mama I love her, and Draco and Erika too… and Grandma."
Lucius nodded and smiled at her. He didn't have the heart to tell her that both Erika and Draco had run away, and that her Grandmother had died two years ago.
"I will sweetling." He promised, and swept out of the room, leaving her alone with her worst nightmare.
Voldemort smiled cruelly. "We can't have those oafs defiling you before the time is right. No, that would not do at all. That is for me and me alone, when you come of age. I wonder if you'll be as good as your brother."
He pulled out his wand then, and said, with a tight, vicious smile, "Crucio!"
The girl's screams echoes through the dungeon, and all who heard it shivered with terror.
Lucius listened with horror behind the door to her tortured screams, and felt helpless. When her screaming finally ceased, he swept away before his master found him there.
Harry awoke from his dream, his scar aching fiercely and his body trembling in disgust. He could feel his stomach churning with revulsion at the sight he had just witnessed, and dashed towards the bathroom.
When he came out, Seamus, the lightest sleeper in the dormitory whispered. "Are you all right Harry?"
"Not really." The other boy admitted.
"Another Voldemort nightmare?" Seamus asked sympathetically, and Harry nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Harry sighed. "Not really, it was pretty awful." He was silent for a long while. Seamus watched as the raven haired boy relived the nightmare in his mind.
"Voldemort stopped some Death Eaters from raping a girl that was chained in their dungeons." He said quietly. "But after they all left, he tortured her with the Cruciatus Curse."
Seamus's eyes widened as Harry continued. "Draco's dad was there. And he was being really nice to her. He called her pet names, and before he left she asked him to tell her mother, and Draco and Erika and her grandmother that she loved them. I…" he broke off as his voice trailed to a whisper.
"What do you think Harry?" Seamus prompted him gently.
"I think… I think it was Draco's younger sister. Oh Seamus, she's about the same age as Ginny and Alessia! She's been confined and tortured since she was eight!" Harry held back a sob at the very thought of someone close to the person he loved was hurt so badly.
Seamus got out of bed and sat beside the distraught teen. "You should go to Dumbledore in the morning and tell him Harry." He said. Harry nodded miserably.
Suddenly, a few things began to add up in his mind. Those Death Eaters had been about to rape her, and Voldemort had said that it would be him who 'defiled' her. "I wonder if you'll be as good as your brother." Voldemort had said. His blood ran cold at the thought of Draco being abused by that monster. But it made sense, as he remembered those horrific moments when Draco's blood had stained the tiles of the bathroom, and those terrifying days when he had been unconscious. Could that have been the cause?
He looked at Seamus, and fought to keep tears of fury from running down his face. "You're right mate, I'll go to Dumbledore tomorrow morning, and Draco will come with me."
Harry got to the Great Hall the next morningand found his Slytherin friends sitting at the Gryffindor table, apparently not too keen on sitting with their housemates. The immediate group surrounding them was in hysterics over a tale Alessia was telling, much to the bemusement of Draco and Blaise.
"It must've been around Blaise and Draco's fourth year. And let's face it; Draco had a pretty good reputation even then, although it wasn't exactly correct at that time." Alessia was saying, grinning at Harry as he sat down.
"Anyway, Draco came back one night, well after curfew, looking like an absolute mess, and practically all of us were waiting up for him out of sheer curiosity." She jerked her head back at the Slytherin table, "Pansy out of total lividity that he would threaten their happily married life… not that it was ever going to happen anyway." The group smirked, Draco especially.
"Anyway, Blaise says to him "What have you been doing Draco? Or more to the point, what girl have you been doing?" and Draco, in the most brilliant American accent I've ever heard, says "Whoa, whoa, whoa… dude, I don't do girls!" Alessia broke into giggles at the memory.
"Well, needless to say, Pansy fainted, Blaise's jaw hit the floor and I fell off the couch laughing at the shocked looks on all their faces." She said in between giggles.
"Because, of course, she'd already figured it out for herself a while back and forgot to mention it to the general public." Draco drawled good naturedly.
Alessia laughed. "Even after Draco picked me up off the floor I couldn't stand straight I was laughing so hard."
"Yeah, she had to lean on me until she stopped." Draco said wryly, finally giving in to his own laughter as he remembered the look on Blaise's face.
"It was definitely one of your finest moments Drake." Alessia said, with an attempt at a straight face.
"Yes." Draco replied softly, smiling at Harry as the raven haired boy sat beside him and kissed him lightly. "But not my greatest." He murmured, leaning his forehead against Harry's momentarily.
"Awww…" Hermione whispered, and caused the table to laugh.
As the conversation to return to normal, Harry leant down and whispered in Draco's ear. "I have to and see Professor Dumbledore later, would you mind coming with me?"
Draco smiled and shook his head. "I don't mind." He whispered back.
Harry grinned at him. "Thanks." He murmured before turning the conversation by directing a question at Alessia. "How did you guys all get into all this Muggle stuff? Like the music? And the Anime of all things?"
"I think I should explain this one." Draco said, relieving Alessia of her position as storyteller.
"I have a cousin who's a squib. She lives in Australia somewhere and when we went to visit a few years back she introduced me to it. Well, I never went back, and I introduced it to Lessa and Blaise a while later to relieve our boredom during the Summer Holidays."
Ron grinned suddenly. "A squib in the Malfoy family? Bet they loved that!" he commented.
Draco groaned, somewhat theatrically. "You have no idea!" he said. "Cassie, that's my cousin, is my Father's brother's daughter. When he told my Grandfather that he wanted to marry a Muggle girl, Grandfather threatened to disown him. Basically, uncle married her anyway, Grandfather disowned him, and uncle moved to Australia."
The blonde sighed. "I didn't get to meet them until after Grandfather died. Being disowned from the Malfoy family means you never see them again. It's not right for a Pureblood with ancestry like ours to marry Muggles, that's what Grandfather thought. But it was ok after he died."
"So, what's she like?" Hermione asked curiously.
"She looks heaps like me and my sisters, shorter though. She's a year younger than me too, I think. She's really quite hyper too, all the time!" Harry laughed at that. Draco shot him a mock glare. "Anyway… she lives her life as a normal Muggle and her dad provides all the necessary magical requirements." He concluded.
Hermione smiled at him. "You know, that explains a lot about why you like Muggle things so much, albeit some rather strange ones."
"Hey, don't call it strange!" Blaise protested. "You like it too!"
Hermione merely smiled and inclined her head in agreement before bursting into laughter.
"Ah, Harry! And Mr. Malfoy too I see. I had heard a rumour running about the Order." Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he took in the two boys standing before him, holding each other's hand lightly as they entered.
"Well, sir, for once the rumour mill seems to be working efficiently." Draco replied smoothly, and Dumbledore laughed lightly.
"Now Harry, I believe it was you who wished to set up this little meeting." Dumbledore said, turning to the Gryffindor.
"Yes sir, I had another dream last night, and I think Draco has the right to hear what happened." Harry replied.
So Harry, as he stood before the Headmaster's desk, retold his dream, not leaving out a single detail. Watching Draco from the corner of his eye, he could see the blonde going paler as he described the dream.
When he'd finished, professor Dumbledore was silent for a long time as he contemplated what he'd been told.
"I see," he said finally. "Mr. Malfoy, do you believe that this girl was your sister?" he asked.
Draco took a deep breath before he answered. "Yes sir. There's not a doubt in my mind that it was Arianna."
Dumbledore nodded and paused before he asked his next question, he was fairly certain he was right, and if he was… "I'm sorry to bring this up Mr. Malfoy, but is it as Lord Voldemort insinuated? Were you ever… violated by him?" he asked.
Harry's heart nearly shattered as Draco put his head in his hands and began to cry. It was that action that told him that his hunch had been right.
He gathered he sobbing boy into his arms and lowered them both into a chair near Dumbledore's desk, so that Harry was sitting with Draco cradled in his lap, rocking him gently as he cried. He suddenly understood why Draco had tried to commit suicide over the summer, understood why he'd been so despondent when he'd first arrived, and been so ill over the holidays.
"It was so awful." Draco whispered between heaving sobs. "I can't begin to describe what it was like. And father, just…just let it happen!"
Harry smoothed the hair back from Draco's forehead and kissed his forehead tenderly as the blonde in his embrace leaned into him, drawing on his warmth. Harry lightly brushed the tears from his eyes. Both Harry and Dumbledore sat and waited until he cried himself out. Even after he stopped, he refused to get off Harry's lap, and withdrew into the protective circle of Harry's arms.
"It seems that Voldemort is violating those of the faery blood to test their suitability." Professor Dumbledore said finally. "It would not surprise me if he did the same to your father, and you would know as well as I that Lucius would have been powerless to stop him."
"Sir, you have to help Ari!" Draco begged, his tearstained face making his plea all the more heart wrenching.
"I agree," the headmaster replied softly. "I will do everything within my power to ensure that she is safe." He vowed.
"Thankyou sir." Draco whispered.
Dumbledore turned his eyes towards Harry. "Take Mr. Malfoy down to the bathrooms and help him tidy up before your next class. I shall inform Professor Snape as to why you missed Potions. Go directly to Professor Killian's class."
"Yes sir." Harry replied, and carefully helped Draco to stand before rising himself and leading Draco out the room.
Once they were outside Harry pulled Draco into another embrace. "Oh Drake, I'm so sorry love. I'd have done anything to be able to stop what he did to you."
Draco's arms wound around Harry's waist. And Harry marvelled for a moment at how perfectly the crown of Draco's head fitted into the crook of his neck, like they were two halves of the same whole.
Draco tilted his head up to meet Harry in a hungry, desperate kiss. "It doesn't matter any more." The Slytherin whispered vehemently. "Because I have you."
Harry kissed the smaller boy, trying to convey every emotion he felt for him into that single action, and Draco responded with a gentle abandon that almost moved Harry to tears himself.
"Come on… we'll get you cleaned up before we go to Defence." Harry murmured, wrapping an arm around him and leading him away. Draco leaned into him instinctively as they wandered down the corridor.
Back in his office, Professor Dumbledore put his memory of Draco's breakdown into his Pensieve. A brief image of Draco, cradled in Harry's lap, crying into the other boy's shirt swam to the surface.
"Look after him Harry." Albus murmured softly. "There some troubling times ahead..."
Draco and Harry walked into Defence Against the Dark Arts with perfect timing. Draco looked and felt somewhat better, although his eyes were still slightly red from crying.
Blaise noticed and touched his shoulder as the two approached. "You all right Draco?" he asked him quietly. Draco merely nodded, and smiled weakly.
Any further talk was stalled as Professor Killian made his entrance. The class scrambled for their seats as he waited for them to organise themselves.
His eyes rested on Harry for a long while, and the boy shifted uncomfortably under his heated gaze.
Jayson forced his mind back to the task at hand, teaching the class. "Today, we will be looking at the Patronus charm. How many here can conjure any type of Patronus, it doesn't matter if it's corporeal or not. Even if it's just a sliver of smoke, I want to know!"
Harry, Hermione, Seamus, Dean and Neville raised their hands. So too, much to Harry's surprise, did Blaise and Draco.
Jayson seemed a little taken aback. "I'm impressed that so many of you seven can produce a corporeal Patronus?"
Harry, Hermione and Draco's hands stayed in the air.
Jayson smiled. "Would you three mind giving us a demonstration?"
The three friends made their way to the front of the class. "Hermione, you first." Jayson said. The girl nodded and concentrated hard.
"Expecto Patronum!" she said determinedly. Her otter Patronus burst from her wand and gambolled around her feet. The girls in the class all cooed over how cute it was, making all the boys roll their eyes skyward.
"Very good," Jayson told her, and Hermione glowed with the praise. "Harry, you're next." He said warmly, and Harry felt his face flush.
"Expecto Patronum!" he said calmly, thinking of the first time he kissed Draco. The stag exploded from the tip of his wand and cantered between the desks.
"Wonderful Harry! You've been doing this for a while now haven't you?" Jayson congratulated him.
"Yes sir, since Third Year." Harry replied, blushing.
"Really? That's very impressive." Jayson said, smiling at him. "Come on Harry, give in… give in to me, you know you feel it."
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to display yours?" he asked Draco, icily polite.
"Yes sir." Draco replied, his tone equally cold.
"Expecto Patronum!" the class all gasped as a massive Dragon erupted from Draco's wand. It circled the around the ceiling above the student's heads. They watched, breathless as the dragon swooped to delicately wrap its tail around Harry, protectively sheltering him with his wings before it vanished. No one in the class noticed Draco scowling at their Professor.
Even Jayson could not deny the majesty of the creature Draco had created. "I am most impressed Mr. Malfoy, that is a Patronus fit for a king."
"Thankyou sir." Draco replied coolly as before.
As the three resumed their seats, Jayson explained to the rest of the class the art of casting the Patronus charm. As they set to practicing, Jayson set to capturing Harry's heart. With every word he spoke he wove Harry deeper towards him and further away from Draco. And Harry was becoming helplessly, hopelessly ensnared within Jayson's net. Harry could feel his heartbeat quickening as he watched the man stroll elegantly between the rows of students and he blushed with every smile sent his way. He tried to distract himself by turning to smile at Draco, and was gratified when Draco's smile made him giddy. Yet at the same time, Jayson was fixed firmly in his mind.
From the far corner of the room, Erika's head shot up as she felt an ever so slight shift in the air inside the classroom. She frowned, had she merely imagined it? Or had it really happened?
Jayson frowned at Erika's sudden movement, had she sensed something?
Harry gave a start when he heard "Class dismissed. Harry, could you stay a while please?"
Harry stayed at his desk as he waited for the students to file out of the classroom.
The instant that Pavarti Patil's long plaited hair had followed her out the door, Jayson closed and locked the doors with a wave of his wand.
Harry's stomach fluttered as Jayson rested his hand on the desk and looked down at him, a small, almost tender smile on his face.
Harry was surprised, although pleasantly so, when Jayson, without saying a word, leaned towards him and touched his lips gently to Harry's own.
Harry found himself unable to stop himself from returning the soft kiss. His mind screamed for him to think of what this would do to Draco, but his body wasn't listening to his mind and he stood and leant across the desk to wrap his arms around Jayson's neck.
Jayson smiled triumphantly to himself as he lifted Harry's small for over the desk to seat him on it, without breaking their kiss.
When they finally broke apart to breathe, Jayson looked right into Harry's eyes and held his gaze. "Will you be with me?" He asked softly.
That snapped Harry back into reality. "I can't! I love Draco!" he replied, his eyes wide.
"Time to step up my efforts." Jayson thought. "Forget him, you should be with me, I love you more that he ever will." He said, fixing his eye's on Harry's.
As if to seal this promise, Jayson kissed Harry again, hard and passionate, and Harry found once again that he could not resist him.
When they pulled apart, breathing heavily, Jayson looked at him, love filling his eyes. "Will you break up with him?"
Harry found himself unable to refuse.
Harry tossed and turned in his bed that night, unable to sleep because of the doubt and indecision in his mind.
He had to admit that he'd found Jayson to be gorgeous the moment he'd laid eyes on him, but it had always been Draco he'd loved, and thought about night and day. Now, when he closed his eyes he saw Jayson, not Draco. Had everything he'd thought he felt for Draco have been nothing?
The next morning, not feeling any better for little sleep and not having solved his dilemma, Jayson bundled him up in an empty corridor on the way to breakfast. Harry found himself backed against a wall, being kissed with a passion he had never felt before, and his resolve to break it off with Draco strengthened.
Or at least it did, until he heard Draco's voice behind them, quiet and devastated. "Harry?" he whispered, horrified.
Harry tore himself away from Jayson, feeling guilty. "Draco…" he murmured.
"What's going on?" Draco demanded, his eyes wide and glittering with unshed tears.
Harry sighed, and Jayson leaned against the wall, smirking.
"Draco I'm sorry, but we can't be together anymore. What I feel for you… it – it's not what I thought it was… I don't love you Draco, I'm so sorry."
"But –" Draco cried, the tears spilling from his eyes. "I love you Harry, I love you so much!"
"I'm sorry that that's how you feel Draco, but I don't feel that way. I thought I did, but I don't."
Draco was crying so hard he couldn't speak. He let out an anguished cry as Harry said "I'm sorry Draco, but it's over."
Draco watched, his heart breaking into a hundred pieces as Jayson kissed Harry sweetly before they walked away, hand in hand.
They disappeared, and Draco ran back to the common room, his head in his hands, and tears flowing freely down this face.
That's the end of chapter four. To be perfectly honest with you all, writing that horrible break up scene after writing the scene in Dumbledore's office where they were so in love, was very emotionally draining, and made me rather depressed. But don't worry, things will get better for our favourite couple. I'm thinking of writing a brief side story about Draco taking Harry to Australia to meet his cousin. Review and tell me what you think!
Hopefully it won't take me too long to update the next chapter, but I have to update the story I have on If any one is interested, I have a story based around a male/male relationship on Fiction Press, under the same username. Feel free to check it out!
Until next time!
