Possession

Voldemort and Malfoy stood in an abandoned room, in which an eerie gloom subsided. It was dusty, or though no foot print was visible, and only one large red candle stood in the centre of the room to light it. The corners were dark and there was a circle in the centre of the room which was drawn with mist, which was hovering just below their ankles.

"So, Draco, last time I saw you, we agreed that something has to be done about Potter," Said Voldemort viciously, walking slowly around the circle. Malfoy nodded his eyes not daring to look at him.

"How do you feel about possession?" Hissed Voldemort, pausing waiting for Malfoy's response, Malfoy glanced at him,

"Possession of Potter?" He asked,

"Yes," he said viciously, his eyes not faltering from Malfoy's. Draco paused, a second he looked at the ground, "you have doubts?" Asked Voldemort menacingly,

"N-no Sir," Said Malfoy shaking himself of his conscience; Voldemort's eyes still rested on him. He did not believe Malfoy but he knew that he would go through with it or pay the price,

"Good we shall start tonight," he said,

"Now?" Asked Malfoy, "isn't that a little soon Sir? I mean, you only thought of it recently right?" He asked, trying to remain polite, he faltered under Voldemort's unbroken gaze.

"No, I have been considering this for a while now, I in fact, made the incantation myself," Said Voldemort. Malfoy, who knew better than to question his spell-making abilities, just nodded, looking around the circle;

"Good Malfoy, now take my hand."

It was a circle, two people held hands, in flashes of what was happening. Harry span in his bed, terror filling him for an unknown reason. But all the time, a chanting; haunted; an incantation; it filled the dream, blocked out all other sounds.

'Usus qui postulo Usus. Planto mihi insideus hostes hostium, tempero quod changeo suus sensus, muto suus vita,' an un-human like voice, rasping it out. The room went dark and Harry sat up in his bed.

He breathed deeply, examining his hands; he grabbed his glasses from his bedside table smoothly, putting them on. His scar hurt, it was a blinding pain, but he did not show the impairment, he placed his finger upon his scar,

"Subsistentio," he said, the pain seised immediately. He got out of his covers, picking up his wand, he was going straight to the office, and he was going to kill all of them.

"Harry, mate what are you doing?" Asked Ron, sitting up, it was still dark outside; the moon was full and is came in through the window casting a creepy gloom over the room. Harry turned to him, pointing his wand at Ron's chest, a smile plastered on his lips.

"What are you doing?" Asked Ron again, looking at the wand, his eyes narrowed, "Harry, are you ok?" Harry smirked again,

"Never been better," he said, but what was the point in killing the pure-blood? He was just scum, if he came in his way he would kill him if need be, but killing the wizard would mean waking the others, and Voldemort had a mission.

'This isn't me,' he thought, 'Shut up!' Said the voice in his head, Harry shook his head,

"Ron, what's going on?" He asked, "Shhh Harry," said Voldemort but it came out of Harry's mouth. Ron looking deeply confused,

"Harry, I think you should go to McGonagall," Said Ron, now getting out of bed,

"Stay down," said Harry, his hand pushing the air in front of him forcing Ron to sit. He dropped slowly back into the covers. Harry left the room, out into the Gryffindor common room. He walked to the portrait hole, but paused when he heard someone running down the stairs behind him,

"Ginny! Hermione! Get down here! Harry's gone mental!" Yelled Ron up the stairs, Harry turned, walking briskly up to Ron; he looked up at him, Ron raised his hands,

"Look Harry, please, just sit," Said Ron scared, as Harry held up his wand again.

"I said, stay down," said Harry through gritted teeth, Ron dropped to the floor again.
Harry heard people running down the stairs; he turned, his wand still pointed directly at Ron,

"Harry what are you doing?" Said Ginny, stopping on the last step;

"He's gone mental," said Ron looking up at her from the ground,

"You have no idea who you are messing with," Said Harry, "Do not mess with me," he glared at all of them,

"Harry, what's wrong?" Said Ginny, Harry turned to her, his wand pointing directly at her chest,

"Avada Ked-," He began, "NO!" Said Harry, breaking out of his state; Ginny had gone white,

'Trust me Harry,' Said Voldemort inside his head,

'Never!' Thought Harry, "Get out of me," he said balling his hands up into fists, trying to lower his wand,

"Harry, Harry," said Voldemort, "you know better than to try and battle me," he closed his eyes,

"Battle who?" Asked Ron, "Voldemort, Is it him?"

"Harry, you know you will never defeat me," Said Voldemort, Harry all of a sudden felt powerless, like he was watching someone control his body from the outside. He was within, with no power,

"That's better," Said Voldemort with a leer, as if talking to an invisible person, "Now… where were we?" He said, pointing his wand at Ginny,

"Avada -,"

"NO!" Shouted Malfoy, letting go of Voldemort, the candle exploded, leaving them in darkness, "I c-can't," he said, unable to see Voldemort anymore. Voldemort flicked his wand, the candle repaired and lit again. His face was full of fury; it was the angriest Malfoy had ever seen him,

"I can't," Malfoy repeated, Voldemort grit his teeth, his temple rising,

"CRUCIO!" Screamed Voldemort, Malfoy fell to the floor, it felt like white hot knives were piercing his skin. He yelled deafeningly, but Voldemort continued to hold his contact, he was going to cause Malfoy damage for what he had just done.

Harry collapsed on the floor, feeling in control of his body again. He looked up at Ginny, she was still in the same spot, he hands resting by her side.

"I'm sorry," he said standing up,

"W-what just happened?" Asked Hermione,

"Voldemort, it was him wasn't it?" Said Ron, Harry nodded, thinking back to the dream, the memory growing fainter by the second.
"There was Malfoy and Voldemort," Said Harry,

"Where?" Asked Ginny, her voice quavering slightly,

"They were doing an incantation, in my dream, just before, and then I woke up and had no control over my body… He was living in me,"

"He possessed you," Said Hermione nodding, Ron and Ginny were still looking at him as if he could not be trusted. He looked at Ginny; she had never looked at him like that before, like she feared him. He didn't stop looking at her, he had almost killed her.

"But something made Voldemort stop," Said Hermione, "Must have been the other person in the room,"

"Malfoy? No way!" Said Ron, "he would kill us!" Harry thought back to Dumbledore's death. He remembered Malfoy not being able to kill Dumbledore himself,

"…I think it was him," said Harry frowning, "Malfoy couldn't kill Dumbledore,"

"So he's… what? Developed a conscience?" Asked Ron, Harry shrugged.

"Well, Voldemort's going to punish him for saving Ginny," Said Hermione, "anyway I think we should all get some sleep," Harry nodded, but he was not going to sleep, he might become possessed again and actually kill someone this time, not be so lucky.

He walked up to the Dormitory, looking at Ginny once more before leaving. He lay down in his bed and stared at the ceiling, he was exhausted but he wouldn't let himself sleep.

His eyes drooped lower, and he rubbed them trying to shake himself of the weariness. Harry sat on the side of the bed, his head in his hands, he decided to get dressed, pulling his robes from his trunk, and walked down to the Common Room.

The fire was down to small glowing coals, but the heat still came off it. He sat in front of the it, looking at his hands.

Malfoy laid a withered heap on the floor. Voldemort had finally stopped, and left him in the room. For the last five minutes he had been through unbearable torture his hands were shaking, why didn't Voldemort just kill him? Why did he do that? Was he loosing his nerve? He had suffered for not killing Dumbledore himself and having Snape gloat everywhere he went.

Malfoy did not dare get up; his muscles were aching from curling at odd angles for such a long period. He just remained perfectly still, he closed his eyes.

"Malfoy?" Asked a familiar voice down the stairs, Malfoy looked up, Snape stood at the top of the stairs.

"Yes?" He asked,

"Now now Draco, no need to take that tone with me," Said Snape, "after all, I am here to help,"

"Yeah, just like you were going to help me with Dumbledore? I told you I could do it!"

"…Well this little episode tonight clearly proves that my assumptions were correct,"

"What assumptions?" Snapped Malfoy,

"That you have… feelings?"

"Of course I have feelings!" Said Malfoy, raising his voice, "what does it matter?"

"Draco, I hope you are aware, the Dark Lord is still upstairs, he can hear you," Said Snape, barely opening his lips. "It matters because these feelings are affecting your job as a Death Eater! You are lucky the Dark Lord did not kill you tonight; it would be well advised to reconsider these feelings. Why did you save the girl?" Said Snape angrily,

"I don't know!" Said Malfoy angrily,

"You don't know?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" Muttered Malfoy,

"Well it would be better to reconsider that choice you made tonight, to save her. The Dark Lord is much aware of this habit you have obtained, he will be keeping a close eye on you," finished Snape, looking at Malfoy one last time before walking up the stairs and leaving, slamming the door behind him.

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