Secrets Of The Serpents- Chapter 3- Father
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. Spoilers.
"The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They're still looking for life…"
Broken- Lifehouse
Last Time:
"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.
End Last Time.
"You lied Riddle." He spoke slyly. "That's not going to help you."
"I-I'm sorry my lord. It will never happen again." Riddle's voice shook with pure fear.
"Of course it won't." The young man spoke, never rising from his seat. He waved a careless hand, the last thing that was heard from the dark and devastating room was painful screams. "Of course it won't."
Draco followed his gaze, giving the table a confused look. His grey eyes fell back on Chris, who looked about ready to bolt. "Do you want to leave?" He asked gently. Chris nodded, his face turning slightly green. "See you, Pans." Pansy nodded, following the two with her eyes as the stood up and left the Great Hall. Pansy's eyes narrowed as her gaze fell on the Gryffindor Trio. Something was going to happen… again.
Once outside of the crowded room Draco allowed his cold grey eyes to turn concerned. He placed his hand on Chris' arm, trying to get the shorter of the two to look him in the eye. Chris shook his head shaking from head to toe. He forced his hands to stop, giving Draco's hand a reassuring squeeze. Draco opened his mouth to say something, being silences at Chris' wave of his hand. He jerked his head to a likely hiding space, both filling into the empty broom closet. "I assure you Leo; everything is being seen to train your daughter." The Headmasters voice alerted the two, each taking a step even farther into the closet.
"Thank you, Albus. I am forever in your debt." A smooth voice said. Chris recognized it at once. If there was anyone he hated more than Weasley, it was this man. He scowled, glaring at the white robe as it stopped in front to the closet. "By the way, how far are you to finding out who murdered Piper?" His heart tugged at the mention of his mother.
"I haven't had the time to ask young Mr. Halliwell what happened, but I assure you that we are trying out best." Dumbledore nodded, his purple robes becoming part of the view. Draco pursed his lips in an attempt to stop himself from sneezing. Chris gave him a warning look, shaking his head.
Leo smiled kindly. "I'm sure I can help you talk to him." Chris almost growled at the man that he was ashamed to call his father.
"I believe that will get him to open up about the incident, yes. Can you make it tonight?" Dumbledore questioned, lightly.
The Elder nodded. "Tonight sounds wonderful." Dumbledore smiled at the man. "Well than goodbye for now, Albus."
"Goodbye Leo." His father was soon developed in blue and white lights. The Headmaster turned on his toe and walked up to his office. The two tumbled out of the closet, almost falling on top of each other.
"God, I'm so sorry Chris." Draco exclaimed, looking the shorter in the eyes. Chris nodded, feeling bile rise in his throat. He felt like he needed to puke.
"Bathroom." Was all he said, before sprinting off to the closest Boy's Bathroom.
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"I still don't understand why Dumbledore wants to see you about your mother's death." Pansy said examining her nails. She raised her brown eyes to look at the two boys. Draco shrugged, and Chris avoided her eyes by examining his Potions book. Millicent rolled her eyes before pulling down the large volume and fixing him with apprehensive eyes.
"You read way too much." She said smirking at him. Chris rolled his eyes before sighing.
"I saw it." He muttered, keeping his voice low. Honestly, it sounded more like, "Miff for it." Pansy raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm?" Draco asked not looking up from his own book. He had his feet resting in the brunettes lap.
"I saw it." Chris said louder. The reactions were… reactions, really. Pansy let out a shocked gasp, while Millicent covered her mouth with her hand. Draco lowered his book slowly, removing his feet from Chris' lap and placing a leather bookmark in between his current to pages. He calmly stood up, walked over to his trunk and placed the book inside before turning back and sitting just as calmly back on his bed. Before he turned his guarded grey, eyes back onto the saddened green ones.
"Of course you did." His voice was controlled and Chris couldn't bring himself to look him on the eye any longer. He never liked this side of Draco, the one his father had drilled into him since day one. Hide your emotions, always keep your voice controlled, never raise it and look the person you are talking to in the eye. Draco rolled his eyes, his calm exterior disappearing. "What happened?" He asked knowing that if he did not no one else would. Chris bit his lip.
"M-m-mom, was teaching me one- one of her new recipes. Um, it-it was my birthday and my aunts would be there soon." He swallowed trying to ignore the emotions. He gazed down at his clasped hands that lay in his lap. "Suddenly, they appeared out of no where, I don't know how they traveled. However, before I knew what had happened, they- they started at-attacking. With wizarding spells." He shook his head as his mind turned back to the memory of the fateful day…
"Get out of here Chris!" His mother yelled at the top of her lungs. She was trying her best to stop the spells, but they were not her kind of magic.
"No!" He had yelled back as a green spell went flying past his ear. Soon they had them all vanquished and Piper placed a hand on her heart.
"Come here, Peanut." He did, and placed his arms around his mother's form. Gently she stroked his hair. "Mommy's alright."
He chuckled and pulled away, soon they were both laughing and Piper turned around. Suddenly her laughter stopped, and she let out a surprised yell. Chris turned around, "MOM!" and he plunged over to her side his arm getting in the way of the sword. He caught sight of some of the words on the blade… The Lion Always Perishes…
"I only caught a glimpse of the blade, and what I read scared the shit outta me. The Lion Always Perishes… I called and called. I screamed until my throat was horse, but no one came. Not dad, not Wyatt, not Melinda, not Aunt Paige… no one. She was laying there dying and I could do nothing about it. I tried to heal her, I really did, but-but it didn't work. I held her hand, as she died… the last thing she said was that she loves-loved me. She had touched my cheek and said that she would never really be gone, that she was in me, that she would be watching over me every step of the way… I-I j-jus-just wa-watched her d-d-die." He wiped furiously at his eyes. He could not cry, he just could not. He did though; he cried feeling someone's arms go around his shaking form. Millicent's, Pansy was stroking his hair gently her own tears falling out of the corners of her mascara eyes. Draco just sat beside him, not really knowing what to do. He placed his hand gently on top of his friends giving it a reassuring squeeze. They let him cry.
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When did he fall asleep? He groaned and placed his arm over his face in a stupid and foolish attempt to turn out the sun (the sun was not even out by the way) and to turn off the knocking (which only made it louder). "Chris? Are you up?" Oh yeah, he recognized that voice. Pansy… one of his best friends. He moaned before swinging his legs out of bed, only succeeding in being tangled up in the sheets even more and falling out of the bed and onto the hard wooden floor.
"Ow." He moaned causing who ever was in the room with in to chuckle softly. He raised his sleep laden green eyes to two bright gray ones.
"Need help sunshine?" Draco tossed in lightly, holding out his hand for the shorter to take. Chris glared up at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him down next to him on the floor. "Eekk!" Draco yelled falling almost on top of Chris.
"Guys!" Pansy yelled becoming irritated.
"Sorry Pans." Chris said sliding out of the bed sheets and walking over to the door, swinging it open to reveal an angry Pansy Parkinson.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" She snapped stepping into the room angrily. Chris smiled slightly. Her eyes fell on Draco, who was still lying on the floor, helpless. He had his arm placed over his eyes and he was just lying there, sprawled out on the ground. Pansy looked back at Chris, her face completely serious (no pun intended). "You killed him." Chris chuckled.
"You bet." He said proud of himself. Draco moved his arm sluggishly away from his eyes.
"You wish sunshine." He grumbled out angrily, hoping up off the ground flawlessly.
"Holy crap! He's ALIVE!" Pansy pounced on him, causing the tow of them to fall backwards and onto the ground again. She placed kisses on his face like a puppy would after finding his/her owner.
"Aaahhhhh!" Draco said attempting to push the girl away from him. Pansy stood up from the ground and wiped at her eyes in mock happiness.
"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN YOU ASS-"
"Language Miss Parkinson." A kind (although not in their minds) voice spoke up from the doorway. Dumbledore looked up from his half moon spectacles. "Mr. Halliwell, may I have a word?"
"Which word? There are many words, which one do you want?" Chris asked attempting sarcastic innocence. Dumbledore smiled calmly, hiding his annoyance.
"About your mother, Christopher." Chris paled, and his gaze darkened.
"What about her? She's dead, yeah, I know."
"You were the only one to see her die-"
"And what that's a privilege!"
"Maybe you should go, Chris." Pansy said from his side. He nodded stiffly, glancing at Draco who had picked himself up off the floor what Dumbledore's voice entered the room. Draco nodded at him slowly keeping eyes contact the whole way. His eyes read be-careful. Chris smiled small and walked out behind the old man.
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"Lemon drop, Christopher?" Dumbledore asked casually. Chris knew better than to accept anything from the old man. He had too many tricks up his sleeves. He shook his head in denial. "We are waiting for someone to arrive and then we shall begin." Chris sat back in his chair stubbornly. About ten minuets later blue and white lights circled around a forming man. Chris looked straight ahead, refusing to look at the man that appeared. "Ah, Leo. I so glad you could come."
"Glad to be here Albus. Hey, buddy." Leo acknowledged. Chris kept his gaze ahead stubbornly. Leo sighed when he received no hello; he sat down in the chair next to his youngest child.
"You all know why we are here today. So Christopher why don't you start by telling us who killed your mother." Dumbledore said through the tension.
"Him." Chris jerked his head in the Elder's direction. Leo looked at him, shocked.
"I never hurt P-"
"You never helped her either. As far as I'm concerned you're the reason she's dead." Chris kept his voice controlled, speaking in a monotone and never looking at the man he used to be so excited to see. He was angry with himself by feeling the smallest spark of excitement and hope when he heard his father's orbs.
"Now, now Christopher." Dumbledore said trying to catch the fourteen-year-olds gaze. "Your father wasn't even there."
"And if he was he could have saved her."
"You could have saved her!" Leo yelled outraged.
"You could have too. If only you came when I called."
"I was in a meeting." Leo said as if that solved everything.
"Really? Yeah and I was shitting myself."
"Language Christopher." Dumbledore said looking almost as outraged as Leo.
"Language my ass."
"That's it young man! You tell me what happened now or else-" Leo yelled jumping out of his seat. Chris followed suit, finally looking at his father.
"Or else what? You'll take away my powers? Do it, it wouldn't hurt me or anything. Or will you hurt me? Make it so that I have to tell you what happened? Okay, we were attacked by his kind (he jerked his head at Dumbledore) mom couldn't defend herself. And before you go and blame it on me, I was trying my hardest, but there's only so much a third year can do. They left and mom hugged me and than she was stabbed. I got in the way and got my arm sliced. I called for you, you never came. I didn't see who killed her, deal with it." Leo's hand flew out, knocking Chris across the face. He fell down to the ground, not expecting to be hit. Dumbledore jumped out of his chair, placing his hands on his desk.
"Calm down Leo!" He yelled.
"Yeah Leo, calm down will ya." Chris said mocking his father. Leo turned his sharp gaze back onto him. He held out his hand, sending Chris into Dumbledore's desk. Chris crashed into the desk, hard. Chris was angry. No he was pissed, he was beyond pissed. He didn't even know the extent of his power. Leo soon came to his senses.
"Oh, God. What have I done?! Chris? Buddy? Oh my- I am so, so sorry!" He kneeled at Chris' side, trying to look his son in the eye. Chris felt tears welling up in his eyes unexpectedly. He knew his father didn't like him, but to hit him? To send him flying across the room? That was too much.
"Just get away from me." He whispered, he knew they heard him.
"Chris-"
"NOW!" He screamed. His eyes changed color to a deep blue. A power wave enveloped the school, shaking it for almost two minuets straight. Students held onto their desks in fear, while teachers tried to calm them down. Leo was thrown across the room, as was Dumbledore. Taking one glance at the student, Leo realized what he had done. Before he had the chance to do anything Dumbledore told him to leave. The old man turned his tired gaze to the young man before him. Chris was still sitting on the ground and Dumbledore watched as his eyes slowly faded back into their normal green. He was breathing deeply and crying.
"Christopher-" The young man did not even spare him a glance as he ran out of the office.
A: N- Wow, I really have not updated in forever! But that's what writers block does to you people. Once I started writing this chapter, I realized how much I miss this story. If only I had more reviews! I have no idea what people think of it with out reviews! So please forgive me for not updating in forever and tell me what you think of this chapter. Please, please, please!