Shadowed Evil

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter… that's why I write fanfiction…

Rating: Still PG-13

RG Note: YAY! Its holidays and I wrote most this while flying to Sydney! It's hard typing like that… I was a bit squished… Anyway I'm on holidays so I've put a lot of work into this so hopefully you like! Here's chapter 7! Tell me what you think.

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Zuvalupa: Once again thank you for the review! … Oh, I give up! ; ) It's ok… I'm going through this stage where Hagrid is Rubeus and Pomfrey is Poppy! Sorry! I hope this chapter is good enough for you!

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Angeleus: Yeah! Horror just works for me… I don't think I was really trying to make this chapter scary… but I hope it sends some shivers down some reader's spines! Thank you for your review!

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"Severus' betrayal will be dealt with my Lord" said Voldemort's right hand man, one of the many hooded figures in the large room. The walls were lined with dimmed torches; the bright light stung the Dark Lords crimson eyes.

The darkened man resting on the tall throne like seat chuckled darkly. He smiled at his most loyal follower and shook his head,
"No… Severus will pay but let him live… for now" his words were cold and caused several Death Eaters' to cringe.

Lucius bowed low before crawling forward and kissing the hem of Voldemort's dark robes that were sprawled across the floor looking like a puddle, oozing from the evil man's body.
"All of you leave!" snapped the dark man losing his smile, the grown men scuttled out of the room leaving Voldemort and Lucius to discuss the issue at hand.

Voldemort let his eyes flit over the thin blonde man in front of him. Lucius was his most trusted follower; Voldemort had tested the rich wizard's loyalty several times via Lucius' only son Draco.

Voldemort had commanded the blonde wizard to give his unborn child up, at first Voldemort had thought Lucius would refuse but shockingly Lucius had happily given up his son. Before Voldemort went after the Potters' Voldemort had tested Lucius once again with his seven month old child.

When returning to power Voldemort had been pleased that Lucius had done what he had asked. Lucius' son, Draco, had exactly half of his DNA fused with Veela genes. The painful experimentations had been made not long after Voldemort's fall.

Voldemort smirked angrily at these thoughts, his fall, Potter. The Dark Lord was never going to give up to that pathetic waste of life. That freak… someone that lives through something as powerful as the killing curse should be put down and that was what Voldemort was planning on doing.
"My Lord?" these words knocked Voldemort out of his reverie. Lucius was kneeling next to the throne, looking up at Voldemort, waiting to follow any command.

Voldemort smiled crookedly,
"Lucius…" he hissed and paused before looking away "Your son is a hard one to break…"

Lucius' face seemed to darken,
"Worthless brat… he should be honored" the man growled.

Voldemort smirked,
"If Draco didn't protest I wouldn't want him, you know that" said the dark man. "His will is what I need to break… if his determination was worn away his Veela genes would be weak… When we break through his mental barrier his Veela force will take hold"

Lucius smiled but it didn't seem to reach his eyes.
"The first artificially created half Veela" said Lucius.

"Well… the first to live" said Voldemort smirking, "I am pleased Draco survived… the perfect weapon… the war is coming Lucius and your son will end that war"

Lucius nodded, pride starting to resurface on the man's face,
"How is he?" asked Lucius.

Voldemort frowned,
"Not good… Draco's body is wasting away and his mind is not taking everything as well as I hoped" sighing deeply Voldemort leaned back "I'll have to release him…"

"My Lord?" asked Lucius standing "He'll say something"

Voldemort shook his head,
"The old fool already knew it was me… before Severus revealed his true colors. Anyway Draco won't say anything trust me…"

Lucius noted Voldemort had a slight smile tugging at his lips, nodding his head in agreement to whatever his Lord was saying. Lucius waited until Voldemort dismissed him before heading to his large sleeping quarters.

Harry pressed himself against the hall wall leading to the infirmary, holding his breath as Snape walked past heading towards his quarters. When the dark potions master was out of hearing range he began to move again.

His invisibility cloak clung to his body as he came closer to his destination. The door moved silently opening and closing, a dozing Poppy was oblivious to the act. Walking slowly over to the curtains Harry cringed as his footsteps echoed.

Jolting up Madam Pomfrey blinked away sleep, Harry froze his leg frozen in position as if he was about to take a step. Glancing at the clock across the room the large Medi-witch yawned. Waddling over to the curtains Pomfrey peered in, Harry watched her face contort into a look he could not decipher.

Tuning around Madam Pomfrey headed over for the door. Harry slowly allowed his cramping foot to touch the ground softly. Relaxing Harry snuck to the curtains before slipping through.

What lay beyond the curtain made Harry's heart clench, images of Draco's bright expression, the blonde's eyes full of life flashed before Harry's eyes.

A comforter covered Draco's thinning body, Draco's body was slowly fading, and muscles were the only things making Draco look at least a little less skeletal. Dots of perspiration were forming on Draco's sickly pale skin.

Harry watched with saddened eyes as a magic-ed cloth dunked itself into a bowl of water. It squeezed itself of excess water before dabbing Draco's forehead and face carefully. Harry guessed it was to lower another fever, Draco's body seemed to be giving in and this scared Harry.

Walking over Harry pulled off his cloak and sat by the dieing blonde. Draco was dieing, anyone could see that. Harry felt tears starting to form in his eyes, he had never thought about Draco much, to Harry the blonde was just a pain, but now Harry saw even if Draco had been a pain; no one, even Draco, deserved to die.

Harry sat there for a long time just watching, willing Draco to take another pained breath. The blonde's chest rose as if there was a large weight on it, restricting, then Draco's chest would fall fast and hard like the pressure was forcing the air out of his lungs.

Slowly Draco's breaths began to even out, Harry felt better as Draco's pained features seemed to soften. Relaxing Harry leaned back into his seat, willing himself to stay awake.

Harry didn't know what time it was when he was awaked, he guessed it was around three in the morning. His sleep clogged eyes adjusted to his surroundings slowly, when everything fell into place Harry found himself still by Draco's bed in the Infirmary.

Sighing loudly Harry stood slowly, looking down at Draco Harry felt himself freeze. A frown appeared on his features as he watched Draco closely. The thinning boy was trembling.

The cloth had stopped dabbing Draco's forehead and was resting on the night table. Harry thought for a moment before reaching foreword and touching Draco's forehead gently, Harry felt the coldness of Draco's skin and knew something was wrong.

'The fever must have broken' thought Harry for a second; Harry watched Draco for a few more seconds before concern for Draco's welfare took over. Pulling back the comforter Harry climbed next to Draco and pulled the blonde close. Almost instantly Draco flinched but didn't open his eyes, Harry knew Draco wasn't going to open his eyes and by the looks of things never would again.

Draco was wearing no top but a pair of lose fitting trousers. Harry kneeled on the mattress and cradled Draco's small frame while he one-handedly grabbed the comforter and pulled it around them both.

Harry felt his cheeks darken at the thought of Draco finding out that Harry held him while he was sick but these thoughts soon fled as it only reminded Harry that Draco might never wake up from the magic-induced coma.

Voldemort smirked as he eyed his prize kneeling in the centre of the prison he built in Draco's mind. Dark crimson eyes burnt into Draco's neck, the boy huddled in the centre of the room shivering.

The Dark Lord growled when he thought of why the blonde boy seemed so thin, in the real world Draco was dieing, his body was starved of food and water. Voldemort couldn't have his ultimate weapon die; it just didn't work that way.

Stalking towards Draco, Voldemort smiled slightly when he noticed Draco's back tense at the sound of footsteps.

Draco heard Voldemort enter long before the evil-being approached, silver-blue eyes stared at the wall across from him refusing to acknowledge the Shadow. Even when the lights died and the sounds of on-coming footsteps echoed around the round room getting closer.

"Hello" Voldemort whispered into Draco's ear; Draco didn't cringe away but froze in fear. Voldemort laid a blood soaked hand on Draco shoulder and watched through the darkness as the almost black liquid slid down Draco's bare back.

Draco closed his eyes and held his breath as the familiar smell of decay began to leach into the air making Draco mentally gag.
"Open your eyes, Dragon" hissed Voldemort.

Draco feared of what Voldemort would do to him if he didn't obey, opening his eyes Draco went ridged in shock. He was still in the room but he wasn't alone, a few feet in front of him lay a figure unmoving.

Looking around gasping quietly Draco couldn't see Voldemort anywhere. Glancing back at the figure Draco noticed that they were still breathing. Crawling over frantically Draco looked down on the figure and felt his whole body jerk back.
"Father" Draco chocked out as the thick blood began to pool around Lucius Malfoy's body.

Crawling backwards trying to escape the fast moving blood, Draco's breaths began to become shallow as tears began to form in his eyes. Voldemort watched Draco frantically move to a wall and press himself against it, the blood still moving towards him.

A satisfied smile crept onto Voldemort's features as he watched tears beginning to dribble down Draco's pale face. Even though Lucius beat his son over the years Draco was still loyal to the older Malfoy. Voldemort knew the feeling, as his own poor father use to take his anger out on Tom Riddle.

At this thought Voldemort stopped the blood from touching the shaking boy, Voldemort may have been evil but memories of his past still reminded him he too was mortal.

Draco's gasping breaths started to slow as he watched the blood starting to draw back to the body. Quicksilver eyes darted around the room trying to be one step ahead of Voldemort's wicked mind.

Suddenly Draco felt two boney hands clamp down on his shoulders, gasping in shock he jerked away and crawled backwards while staring in shock back at the wall he had been pressed against. Draco tried to calm his breathing but before he could get his mind to think straight he yelped aloud when he felt his hands, that had been behind him, come into contact with the thick blood he'd been trying to escape.

Shrinking away Draco closed his eyes and tried to stop himself from letting a whimper slip, Voldemort felt Draco's heart lurch in horror which only made the Dark Lord smile broaden.

Harry watched Draco squirm in his arms, fear showing clearly in the raven-haired boy's green eyes. Draco had been still for a few seconds before he began to writhe in Harry's arms, before long tears squeezed out of Draco tightly closed eyes.

Harry's hand shot towards his forehead as a small, well-known burning sensation pulsed in his forehead. Hissing in a breath, Harry knew what Voldemort was doing and felt his eyes darken in anger.

Slowly the anger grew as Draco gasped in fear and writhed about getting tangled in the comforter. Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him into a tight embrace stopping Draco from hurting himself or Harry for that matter.

Harry stayed like this for a few moments until Draco stopped moving; instead of pulling back Harry kept holding Draco, feeling that this was somehow right. Draco's panting breaths from the exertion of moving fluttered across Harry's neck making the green eyed boy shiver involuntarily.

Suddenly Harry felt Draco's eyelashes flutter open, pulling back slowly Harry stared wide-eyed at the blonde boy in his arms. Draco blinked up at Harry in shock, feeling relieved that the green-eyed boy was alive.

"Potter?" croaked Draco quietly, his silver-blue eyes still blurred with exhaustion, his throat dry and raspy. Harry opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, going to speak again Harry found he couldn't say anything. He also blinked in shock.

"Merlin…" Harry and Draco's heads shot towards the voice. Snape stared at the two; his mouth open in astonishment, Madam Pomfrey was standing behind the Potions Master looking also quite shocked.

Harry's face slowly began to color as he remembered that he was holding Draco in a very caring manner.
"P-Professor I can explain" said Harry blushing further when his voice sounded fairly high-pitched.

But Harry couldn't explain because before Harry could continue Severus fainted, his body crumpling to the ground quite loudly. Pomfrey seemed to shake off the shock, her face breaking into a bright smile. Before either of the boys could blink Pomfrey ran over to Draco, ignoring the unconscious Potions Master.

Before Draco could clear his mind and try and work out what was happening he found himself being pulled into a tight hug. Harry almost gasped in shock when the Medi-witch pulled himself and Draco in a hug.

Pulling away as suddenly as she had closed in Pomfrey coughed in embarrassment before looking at Harry pointedly.
"Mister Potter… I don't know why you're here" she said before leaning closer "But get out of here before Severus wakes up" Harry nodded before looking back at Draco.

Draco looked at Harry expectedly but Harry still couldn't get any words out. Opening and closing his mouth in a very goldfish like manner, Harry finally gave up before turning and fleeing the room.

Cocking his head to one side Draco felt his head spin as heavy dizziness set in, luckily Pomfrey was ready for this,
"Drink" she said handing him a small bottle of white potion.

Swallowing the potion Draco felt his mind clear and his stomach settle. Glancing down at his favorite teacher he felt the corners of his mouth turn upwards. Hell, it was great being back,
"Is he going to be ok?"

Pomfrey looked back at Snape and smiled broadly,
"He'll be fine"

A/N: YAY! Chapter seven done! DONE! Yes! I was drowning in writers block for the last while… Sorry!

I have to thank my most fav author! SilverDragon161! Thanks to SilverDragon161 this chapter has turned out great! Please go read her stories! SilverDragon161 is fantastic author! Check out her "Unknown"! I recommend it!

The next chapter will take awhile! But to help speed me up, I'll need some reviews! Pleeeaaassseee: )

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