Secrets Of The Serpents- Chapter 2- Dreams?

By- RavenHeart101

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Summery- It all started with his mother's death and a potion...
Christopher Halliwell had been going to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry for three years until his mother died. He continued going, but Wyatt started leaning towards the dark side.
With his older brother gone and his older sister friends with the enemy, who can he turn to except the people he has trusted his whole time here... Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bullstrode.

WARNINGS- SLASH (THAT MEANS M/M PAIRING), SWEARING AND SLIGHT ABUSE.

"I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a Broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
holding on
holding on
I'm barely holding on to you."

Broken- Lifehouse

Last Time

Chris spared himself a few glances over at his older sister. Melinda Halliwell had her blonde hair up in a messy bun and was seated next to Fred and George Weasley. She looked over at him and smiled, she waved lightly and he waved back, smiling too. He took his cup and drank a sip. His eyes wandered over to Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Potter's girlfriend (A.K.A Ginerva Weasley). Potter and Weasley plural smirked at him and Chris glared back. He turned around and gazed at his friends.

Suddenly he felt sick. He narrowed his eyes to stop his stomach from churning that did not help. He felt light headed and oddly parched. Pansy was peering at him in concern when he gripped the table in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath that did not help at all. He saw the hall moving before his eyes and could not take it anymore… he collapsed.

End Last Time

"This isn't the time for nonsense, Riddle." His voice was thick with anger. "You weren't supposed to hurt anyone!"

"She wouldn't stop fighting my Lord, she had to be stopped." Riddle said clearly afraid of the young man before him.

"I'll kill you!" The young man said throwing himself off of his seat. It fell behind him in a silent clatter. "You retched fool! If he's hurt in anyway!"

"I promise my Lord, he hasn't been hurt." Riddle said taking a weary step back from the young man.

"As far as your knowledge goes." The young man muttered as he left the room; anger the only thing that was clear on his face.

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He could only feel the pain forming in his lower abdomen. He could not even hear the words of his concerned friends and teachers. He heard someone shout for Madam Pomfrey, he felt someone put something under his head. He heard laughter and the last thing he noticed in his unconscious mind was the feeling of a comforting hand on his forehead…

"Hey Chris!" The boy turned around and felt his breath fail him. Paige stood before him, she was laughing freely. So freely, that she did not notice the figure behind her, or the piercing feel of the tip of the blade. What she did feel was the feeling of overwhelming fear. She felt herself fall to the ground in a quiet desperation, and she opened her mouth wide… she screamed. He glanced at the blade of the sword, and there littered in bright green writing where the words… The Raven Always Burns…

"Hey sweetie." He heard his aunt Phoebe say as she passed by him. He himself knew what was coming before the words even met his ears. His greatest fear was becoming part of him. She walked straight into the blade. He watched as the blood fell out of her. He watched in silence as she yelled in pain for Paige, Leo, Coup, Wyatt… himself. Try as he might he could not move from the spot, which he was. He felt his eyes wander down to the blade in front of him… The Badger Always Runs…

This time he was in a cave. He glanced around himself, looking for some sort of clue as to where he was. All he saw was bodies. Dozens of dead bodies. He felt as if he was going to be sick. "It's alright Chris." A voice whispered behind him. He turned around, surprised that he could move this time around. The blonde haired teenager had a look of sorrow in his bright blue eyes. "Everyone needs to let out some steam sometimes." Chris tilted his head to the side and stared at the familiar man in front of him. Suddenly it clicked.

"Wyatt?" he whispered, asking yet another simple question. The young man before him smiled.

"Yeah, it's me." He answered back; he threw a piece of silver down in front of him. "And this is your destiny." Chris caught his breath as he looked down at the blade lying at his feet. The blade read… The Snake Will Always Win.

"WHAT!" Draco threw himself up out of his seat. Dumbledore stared at him behind his half moon spectacles.

"I'm sure Harry, and Ron had no idea what that potion would do." He answered back calmly. Pansy glared openly back at the old man.

"Of course they didn't." She answered back, hate lining her every word. "Your perfect little Gryffindor Golden Boy and Boy Wonder couldn't have possibly registered the fact that the potion they just happened to slip into his drink was a poison!"

"Calm down Miss Parkinson." He said hiding his anger. "I do not favor students." He said. "And I can assure you that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley did nothing of the sort."

"Than whom do you suggest did it, headmaster?" Draco spit out.

"His brother or Voldemort." Dumbledore said feeling for once that he was getting somewhere.

"That's impossible, Sir." Millicent said quietly glancing up at her friends. "Wyatt would never hurt Chris. He cares about him too much."

"I'm sure he does Miss Bullstrode. But if he cared so much, than where is he?"

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He looked down at the fragile form that was his younger brother. His heart teared at the figure before him. One emerald green eye cracked open and Chris sat up in fear. Wyatt laid a hand on his little brother's shoulder. "Relax Chris." He felt the green orbs of fear meet his own blue. "No ones here to hurt you." Chris felt himself collapse into his older brother's arms and he gripped his chest.

"That was so scary." Chris whispered just as the doors to the infirmary opened. There stood Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Paige Matthews, Phoebe Halliwell, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Melinda Halliwell and Severus Snape. Wyatt felt his own breath falter and he felt Chris tense as they pulled away. He did not remove his arms from Chris though.

"Mr. Halliwell." Dumbledore said, referring to both. Wyatt was the one that answered though.

"Professor." Wyatt said with a nod of his own. He turned back toward Chris. "You sure you're alright."

"As alright as I can be." Chris answered knowing Wyatt was about to leave. Wyatt nodded.

"See you later." He was soon enveloped by blue-white lights. Chris sighed and felt someone's arms surround him.

"Did he hurt you?" Asked Paige and Phoebe's attentive voice from beside him. He gave them a strange look when Melinda removed herself from her little brother.

"Why would he hurt me?"

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"I can't believe that old hag!" Millicent exclaimed from beside Chris. They were all in the Slytherin Common Room. Chris had been released against Madam Pomfrey's own wishes on a promise of no classes for a week. Currently, Pansy was sitting on the leather couch, while Millicent sat in front of her allowing Pansy to re-create the mess of her hair. Chris on the other hand was on the floor next to Draco. He currently had his head resting on the formers shoulder. He chuckled.

"Obviously someone does." He said flipping a page in his Charms book.

"Anyway." Said Draco trying to lighten the mood, "There's going to be a tordement this year."

"Really?" Chris asked glancing up at the blonde.

"No I'm lying," Draco, said giving him a disapproving look. "Yes, really. It's called the Triwizard, only catch," everyone groaned, "you have to be seventeen in order to enter." Chris felt his eyes droop closed.

"Tough luck." He muttered right before he fell asleep the pictures of the swords engraved into his mind…

"Really though!" Pansy was half way through her rant. Chris looked down at his wristwatch, and he sighed. "I can't believe they got off with only one detention! That is so not fair!"

"Since when was Fumble-fore fair when it comes to his Golden Trio?" Chris asked them expectantly.

"Good point." Draco said looking down at his plate. Chris placed his hand onto Draco's wrist knowing what he was feeling. Suddenly pictures flooded in front of his eyes, finally one was selected from the flow…

"Trust me." Draco smiled at him. "Nothing's going to happen."

"You should really stop saying that."

"Why?" Draco asked giving Chris another handsome smile.

"Because, whenever someone says that-" A scream ripped through Chris' explanation. Everyone felt their eyes float down to where Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory lay. Chris felt his breath hitch and he grabbed Draco's hand. There lying dead was, Cedric, the only one not moving out of the crowd of content and curious students…

"Chris?" Draco said giving him a weary look. "What did you see?" His green eyes widened and his gaze drifted toward the Gryffindor Trio.

A: N- Ok so there's chapter two. Like it? Hate it? Well, if you hate it please don't tell me so. Flames are not appreciated, but Consructive Critisim is always appreciated. Thanks!