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Warning: Extreme graphic violence towards the end.
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Chapter 8: Questionable Behaviours
After the disastrous Potions class, and somewhat strained and tensed Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry lay up quietly by himself, in his red-poster berth (after taking his dinner, of course). His pulled up his yellow-red bedspread up to his waist. He lay thinking about how worse his life would get. He was apprehensive, for two good reasons. First, he realized the way acted around his friends, after the end of the Potions class, would raise red flags in his friend's mind, especially after the way he behaved. Second, he had a visit that person tomorrow. McNight had told him specifically to come to his personal chambers, after the end of the class.
What am I going to do? When is all this going to end? Or it isn't going to end? Those thoughts engrossed his already turmoiled mind. Tears began to fall from his eyes once more.
Faintly, he could hear talking sounds becoming noisy and it coming towards his dorm; he knew clearly, who they were just from hearing the voices. He pretended to be asleep, when he heard the golden doorknob making a click sound.
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His friends were slightly perplexed at his strange silent behavior since the end of the Potions class. They could not decipher what was wrong with him. Why was he so placid and apathetic? Why wouldn't he talk to anyone, if he had any problem They were all his friends, were they not? All these thoughts ran through Ron, Hermione, and Neville's mind.
"Ron, is he asleep?" Hermione asked.
"It seems so."
"I just don't understand. What's was the matter with him?" Hermione questioned softly, but somewhat hysterically. "Why was he behaving so odd after the Potions class, Ron?" Tears threatened to come out.
"Do you think it's because of Professor Snape. I mean he resented on Harry since the first grade." Neville reasoned. "Maybe he has finally succeeded in degrading Harry."
"No!" Ron exclaimed. "Never! It's not possible. All these years, whenever Professor Snape or any other teachers chided Harry, he never acted so quiet and unruffled, like he was doing today."
"Then what is wrong with him? I had never seen a face so full of pain and void," Hermione cried. They just didn't want to reminsce those moments when Harry acted peculiarly. Hermione was somewhat apprehensive; she hadn't ever seen Harry acting the way he did.
To simply to sum in one word: broken.
The vibrant emotions that he exhibited was completely gone; pain, emptiness and hollowness were the only things that appeared on his visage. it looked Harry as if he became a completely differet person -- a person with no emotions. A person who was physically dead, yet still alive. More importantly, he looked broken and shattered. It was as if Harry was in his own world of trepidation and dejection. His friends bedlam and shouting, did nothing to shook him out of his world of sorrow. Already dead from the inside, but still living-- that would best best describe Harry. He was unruffled to Ron's pleading of "It doesn't matter, mate." or Hermione's soothing words.
Even Neville's sorrowfully, chanting "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. Professor Snape shouldn't have done or said that to you," didn't help the matter.
However, that painful aspect didn't disappear as soon as it appeared. It had taken some time, for it go. When painful expression did go, Harry found himself with questionable and disturbed looks on his friends face.
"For sometime, Harry has been acting peculiarly, I know," Ron declared. "Didn't you see how out-of the-world he becomes nowadays. It's as if he lives in his own world. Because of it he falls into so much more trouble than usual."
"He is just so oblivious of his surroundings. Did you see how unawarely he bumped into Michael, today." Hermione added.
"Not only that," Ron added, "He also remains so much more quiet, talks only when he needs to, rarely spends time with us, or even goes to Hogsmeade anymore."
Hermione shook her head at Harry's strange behaviour.
"I think Michael knows something..." Neville added softly. Two heads turned sharply towards him.
"What do you mean?" Both of them asked in unison.
"Well," Neville stammered, "I-I d-don't know exactly what. B-but when you were all busy trying to stop the riot this morning, I saw that Micheal whispering something into Harry's ears." Neville looked both Hermione and Ron.
Their emotiional looks urged him to continue. "Whatever he said, shocked and startled Harry. That was all I saw." Neville looked somewhat guiltly for not knowing more.
"Do you think he might know?" Hermione beseeched Ron. "Harry used to be so full of life, but now look at him. He looks so depressed."
"I think we'll have to interrogate him soon," Ron said determinedly. "We all want to know what's the matter with him and Harry.And it's about time to find out?"
Hermine cried in Ron's chest, while Neville continued look at the pretended peaceful-sleeping boy sorrowfully.
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"Did you see Draco?" Pansy asked the Slytherin students in the common room.
"No." or "I haven't seen Malfoy." Those were only comments Pansy got in reply. She was getting rather frustrated and worried with no one knowing about Draco's whereabouts.
"Are you missing your precious Draco, Penny?" Daphne Greengrass, the seventh year Slytherin, whispered slyly. She wore a cotton coal black pajamas with yellow short sleeve tops, with glossy pink floral designs on it.
Daphne and her friends did nothing better other than to covertly snicker behind her back whenever they had seen her with Draco They deliberated that Pansy wanted to get Draco back, after he dumped her for Blaise, in the last summer vacation. She paid no attention to them; after all, it did no better to frantically work up herself just because of what others thought.
So, what Draco dumped me for her? I know that we're never meant for each other.We were only together for our parents sake, not for ours. Pansy contemplated mentally trying to convince herself. Our relationship was always platonic, not romantic, especially not for Draco. I could see it in his eyes. He saw me just as a friend, and nothing more.
Pansy shook her head from her depressing pensive thoughts. She needed to find Draco. She wanted to see him; it was urgent. Her father had sent them an important letter. Pansy gave a sigh as she finally sat on one of the green empty sofa of the common room. She remembered Draco said that he would be late. Pansy finally gave one more tired sigh; she didn't like waiting up for long, especially not when she was feeling sleepy.
Perhaps tomorrow then. She mused.
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Stong winds picked up. Animals and birds had taken shelter under the heavy trees, and any place they could get, before the rainfall occured. Thunder and lightning enveloped the entire firmament. Heavy dark cloud covered the entire night sky, and the dazzingly tiny stars concealed behind the clouds.
Over the eastern tower of Hogwarts, from where the mysterious yet dangerous Forbidden Forest could be seen, a painful scream could be heard. A second later, the sound of window pane breaking could be heard. as well.
"Stop it!" A hoarse voice cried. "Why are doing this!? Tell me! Please!"
"Do you not remember what you did, Malfoy?" McNight replied in a voice that radiated anger. Waves of dark milieu scattered around the room "Crucio!"
Another painful scream errupted as Draco writhed on the cold granite floor. Pain, dread, and agony was the only thing discernible.
"Remember now!" McNight said in a chilly voice.
"Remember what?!" Draco cried back. "Why are you hurting me, P-Professor?"
"So you don't remember, my dear, Draco. Then I will make you remember, even if it takes me the entire night, dear! I do hope this does the trick." McNight purred in a sing-song tone. "Sectumsempra!"
Another agonizing yell came from Draco, as blood spilled on the already liquid-crimson scattered floor.
"Did you think, Malfoy, you wouldn't go unscathed after what you did!?" McNight screamed. The sound of another glass pane breaking was heard. "Especially after trying to seduce my Harry!"
"What!!" Even in this agonizing situation, shock was discernable in his face. "What are you trying to say?!
The boy whimpered, as McNight caught him by his golden hair, and pulled Draco's head backwards. "Yes! Malfoy! Harry is mine! And only mine!"
"Y-You're wrong!" Draco huffed, as his nose and lips bleed. "H-He l-lov-loves Tom-m!" Draco groaned as a punch landed on his face.
"Harry is mine! He is mine to touch! I know him much better than you or Tom! Do you understand!" NcNight yelled in a deranged manner. "I'll kill anyone who tries to come between my Harry and me?!"
Outside lightning and thunder rumbled, and drops of large water began to fall on the land and the forest. The rain had began. Gloomy and murky feeling spread all around the area.
"I have known Harry for about a year. After all, he was the one who approached me. He liked me. He liked me far more than the half-breed Tom. Do you not understand that?" McNight said smoothly.
"N-no. He doesn't." Draco replied. The red-black swollen eyes fluttered, trying to close the grey eyes and lessen the pain; but it wasn't meant to be as another blow landed in.
"Let me tell you something, Malfoy, no one knows Harry more than me.. I know his likes and dislikes. An if you try to be differ than..." McNight stopped abruptly as began to pace around the dark room. Glowing embers from burned timbers, in the grate, was the only source of light in the cimmerian room.
Draco winced as he tried to move around. He panted and gasped for every ounce of breath he took. He looked apprehended as McNight's cold stark raving chestnut brown eyes once more fell on him.
A sharp silver knife appeared out of nowhere into McNight's pale white hands. He looked at his quarry with a demented grin.
"Bad things happen to those differ with me," He purred in a gentle voice. "Don't think anyone will come to your rescue. I have silencing spells placed all around the room. So even if you scream loudly, no one will hear you."
McNight raised the silver knife, and thrust it deeply through his back, ripping the black cloak to shreds. Pools of blood red oozed out through the gash, as Draco yelled in pain.
"Stop it, please!"
"Only when I feel like it." McNight declared coldly, as he continued torturing his prey.
"You see, I don't get enough chances to indulge in fun and games." McNight continued, in an eerily voice.. "So, whenever golden oppurtinuity falls in my hands, I make sure that I enjoy it properly."
McNight now ran the blade through Draco's chest, who now whimpered on the floor; tears long dried since the beginning.
"S-stop it!" The haggard voice groaned
"I haven't finshed my fun yet, my dear." He said in a sickly-sweet voice. "I still have some tricks left. So don't die on me."
He gently kept the crimson dagger nearby him, and accioed a grey container towards him. As McNight opened the top of the container, sandy white powder became discernable. As McNight sprinkled a little bit of the powder over Draco's wounds, he screamed hoarsely.
A wicked smile laced on McNight's cruel countenance. "I hope you have your lesson. Now you know what happens to those who tries to take what belongs to me, don't you, Draco?" Smug satisfaction plastered all over McNight's face, and once more he felt vigorous.
Draco's agonizing cries and shrieks remained confined within that place throughout the night. But no came for him...
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Author Notes: Hope you loved the chapters. I will be updating the last few within next week Sorry, for the delay.
Update: 08. 17. 07
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