Warnings: Minor gore, death, bitchy Draco
The Second Attack
Thirteen year old Harry was a reckless Harry.
He and Neville joked and laughed and played harmless (and sometimes not so harmless) pranks on the few aurors and unspeakables that trained him. Mandy and he were often giggling and reading muggle comic books. He'd tug on Tracey's pig tails occasionally and she'd hex one of his eyebrows off. Roger would occasionally kick him to keep him awake during lessons. But he relentlessly threw himself into his training missions and fought with an unmeasurable amount of power. He recently mastered casting spells without needing to say a word.
The other Myrmidons were vastly improving under Harry. Harry was always encouraging them to practice fiercer and harder. As they developed more their strong points became visible. Neville was excellent with potions and herbs and very resilient during battle. Roger was brilliant with strategy and war games. Tracey had a knack with healing charms and spells and excellent for spying. Mandy was awesome in charms and fearless during field combat, she craved fighting almost as much as harry.
Scrimgeour couldn't be happier and prouder of his little proteges, especially Harry. Even though Harry obviously didn't like the head auror. He was never disrespectful, or undermined his authority, he was merely cold. He was a little kinder to Moody, but it was Shacklebolt he admired. The tall, half African-American half Scottish transfer that rose through the ranks and treated the Myrmidons like real kids.
Shacklebolt was the one to bring Harry out of his four month funk. He taught Harry do deal with pain, how to channel it into his attacks. He also taught him to release pent up anger in safe physical ways. Sports. Quidditch. Rugby. Football. Working out. Weight lifting. Martial arts. When Shacklebolt couldn't teach, he brought in professionals. Harry especially liked the physically trying Judo.
To the other aurors Harry was back to normal. He rarely had nightmares anymore and his attitude was cheery again. Moody heard their whispered words when Harry would waltz by with a grin and beg for candy.
"The Hero."
"The Boy-Who-Lived."
"The one who will save them all."
"The playful prankster teenager."
"The bright eyed laughing youth."
But Moody could see otherwise. His magical eye could unfortunately see what other's couldn't. Darkness was beginning to grow inside the young boy. He could see it swirling, just beneath the surface. Lurking behind his brilliantly green eyes. Avada Kedavra green.
Darkness.
Moody shivered in fear.
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Voldemort was here... He could feel him. It felt different... but so very the same. Harry's eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Are you serious?" Mandy hissed. She dragged Harry into a nook in the hallway. "Freakin' A, Harry, where? Where is he? How close is he? Like in Hogsmeade close? Or walking down the hall close?" Mandy was starting to hyperventilate. They weren't prepared for Voldemort! A basilisk, sure, but the ultimate Dark Lord? Not likely. Mandy tried to concentrate on her breathing. She liked battles. She liked fighting. Fighting was fun. Fighting was exciting. Fighting was arousing. She could fight power charged Voldemort and a herd of Death Eaters. Bring. It. On.
"I...I...don't know." Harry frowned. The pain in his scar was starting to fade, like Voldemort was walking away. He whirled around and searched the crowded hall. Tons of students jostling through hurrying to their next class. But no one that Harry didn't recognize as a student.
"You don't know? Okay. We can deal with this. Yes." Mandy pumped herself up.
"No, it's fading. The pain is fading." Harry told her confused. "My scar barely hurts now. It's strange."
"What?" Mandy studied Harry. The make up that usually covered his scar was rubbed off and his scar a dull red. Not the usual bright red that it was when Harry was having a vision or near Voldemort.
"That was weird. Now I can't feel anything. What the fuck?" Harry was confused. Really confused.
"Hey amigos! What's happenin'?" Neville bound up to them with a huge grin and effectively breaking the tense mood.
"Hey, I happen to be an amiga, thank you very much." Mandy turned to face Neville. "And Harry just felt Voldemort."
"Amigos can include girls if it's a group where there are males, chica. And –wait, what?" Neville whirled to face Harry. "You just felt Voldemort?" Neville whispered fiercely.
"Yeah, it was really weird. It was like he just walked by or something." Harry frowned.
"Like he just walked by?" Neville gaped. "Is that... is that even possible?"
"Hell if I know." Harry shrugged. "But I know I didn't make it up."
"What if... what if it was a dark mark?" Neville chewed on his lip. "You can feel those, and those would just walk by."
"It was a worse pain than what I feel around Dark Marks. But now that I think about it the pain wasn't as bad as it was last time I was around Voldemort." Harry frowned as he thought about the incident. "C'mon, let's go. I need some fresh air."
"Yeah, let's go down by the lake." Mandy nodded.
"We should tell Shacklebolt." Said Neville as they began to walk down the stairs. "I bet I could ask McGonagall to let me use her floo and do a fire call. I'm pretty sure she adores me." Neville winked.
"Shacklebolt? I'll do the fire call! Professor Sprout worships me since I gave her that hair dye. Besides, I witnessed Harry's attack." Mandy volunteered eagerly.
Harry snorted and Neville raised an eyebrow. "And why are you so eager to talk to the tall, dark, and noble Shacklebolt?" Neville teased.
"When you put it that way... why do YOU want to talk to him?" Mandy narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Nothing. He's all yours." Neville grinned and elbowed the smaller girl. Mandy stuck her tongue out but quickly ran back up the stairs and towards the herbology office. "Mandy. Mental, I think. Honestly." Neville shook his head, but still he grinned. "Hey, do you want a bite to eat? That might make you feel better too." Neville's question was followed by a loud growl of his stomach.
"Nah, I'm not hungry. But go get yourself something. I think I want to be by myself." Harry clapped a hand on Neville's shoulder.
"Are you sure Harry?" Neville frowned. "After all, your scar."
"It's fine now. Go!" Harry ushered Neville in the direction of the kitchens. Neville waved and trotted off to grab a few bites to eat.
Harry rubbed his forehead one last time before heading out the main doors. It was warm outside, but there was a cold wind blowing in from the north. Harry frowned at the northern sky. He always preferred the warmth of summer to the cold of winter. He trudged slowly to the edge of the lake and sank to the cool grass. He sighed. Why had his scar hurt like that? And only for a few minutes? that never happened before.
"Hey Harry." Harry looked up to see Blaise Zabini walking towards him.
"Hey Blaise." Harry liked the dark Italian boy the best out of all the seventh year Slytherin boys he shared a room with. He was sarcastic and biting, and had a sharp sense of humor that Harry appreciated. And he defended his friends loyally, especially when ever another Slytherin was teased by a Gryffindor.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" He purred as he sat down beside him. Harry noticed him sprawl in a seductive manner.
"Thinking." Harry replied. He was curious about Blaise's behavior. Yes, Blaise was very appealing to his eyes, but he was Draco's best friend. Surely he knew what He and Draco did over the summer.
"Thinking... about what?" Harry was pretty sure that was supposed to be an enticing, 'come hither' fluttering of his eyelashes. And Harry would have taken the invitation if it were Draco. Harry frowned. Why was it only Draco these days? Blaise wasn't the first to invite him for a romp, but Harry found them unappealing. They weren't Draco.
"Battle tactics. Strategy. Basilisks. You-Know-Who. The usual." Harry shrugged.
"The usual?" Blaise's eyes widened prettily. "That's horrible. If you want, I can take your mind off of things?" Blaise smiled coyly.
"Well, you can do one thing for me." Harry leaned towards Blaise with a smirk.
Blaise's breath hitched. "Yes?"
Harry licked his lips and grinned ferally. "Tell me... how is Draco?"
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"Draco!" Blaise roared as he stormed into the Slytherin common room. His glare was enough to send all the fourth years and under scurrying from the room, while the rest looked on eagerly hoping for blood to be spilt.
Draco rolled his eyes at his best friend's melodramatic display. "What's your problem now?" He drawled. He didn't even look up from his potions book.
"Why didn't you TELL me that you were SHAGGING the BOY-WHO-LIVED again?" Blaise roared.
Draco nearly died. "WHAT?" He croaked.
"Well, there I was laying the moves on the Hero himself using tactics that I know work against his type. And what does he do? He asks how YOU are doing! WHAT THE HELL?" Blaise stalked up to Draco and glared.
"Wait, he did what? Asked about me? What?" Draco asked shocked.
"I thought he was about to lean over and kiss me but instead he asks about you!" All of Blaise's anger deflated and he was left with a pout.
"Really?" Draco marveled. "Me? He hasn't said a word to me since I threw him out of my room." Draco sighed.
"Well, he's obviously thinking about you." Blaise huffed and sank down onto the black leather couch across from Draco.
Draco sat in disbelief. Harry asked about him instead of snogging with Blaise? Did that mean that Harry liked Draco? Or that he preferred blondes over brunets? Draco frowned. He had to talk to Harry. Now. He quickly stood from his comfy spot and strode across the room towards the main door.
"Good luck!" Blaise called after his friend. He supposed if he couldn't have Harry then Draco could. As long as it wasn't one of those Gryffindors.
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"Hey Sirius." Harry greeted as he stepped into his Godfather's chambers, after Blaise left in a huff Harry was in no mood for the lake, so he went off to talk to his Godfather. Over the past few days Harry had been meeting with Sirius after classes. They chatted about frivolous topics, like Quidditch and Sirius's motorbike, and Harry helped make lesson plans for his classes. They were bonding slowly.
"Harry!" Sirius walked up to his Godson and hugged him tight. "Merlin, you're as tall as me now. I swear you grew since last night." He joked and lead him into the sitting room.
"I think I'm a bit taller." Harry grinned as he sat down on the comfy, dark red couch. Sirius's chambers were reminiscent of Gryffindor tower, red and gold were the prominent colors.
"I was digging through my trunk earlier and I found something that I thought you should have." Sirius grabbed something off his cabinet before he sat across from Harry.
He handed over a wooden frame. Harry's breath caught as he gazed down at the picture. It was of his parents. It was a few years after Hogwarts, James and his messy hair was spinning Lily around as snow fell and laughing happily at the camera. Lily's cheeks were pink as she giggled and held onto her husband and winked up at the him. Harry smiled at the happy couple. "Thank you Sirius." Harry had never seen a happy picture of his parents. Moody had a few Order pictures of them, but they were always somber.
Sirius smiled happily. "I'm sorry I haven't been the best Godfather. But I'm here for you, Harry."
Harry grinned over at him. "It's not your fault you weren't around. Thank you Sirius." He got up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
"Well, enough of his mushy stuff." Sirius wiped at his eyes. "Do you want some butter beer? Or fire whiskey?"
"Butter beer. I had an odd... incident in the halls earlier." Harry frowned as he remembered his recent episode.
Sirius sat down again with two butter beers. He handed one to Harry. "Incident? what happened?"
"Well, I swear to Merlin that I felt Voldemort, and my scar burned. But it was only for a minute or two and then it faded. It's never happened before." Harry told him.
Sirius sat in thought for a moment. "What if it's the person who is opening the chamber? After all, only the Heir of Slytherin can open it and you know that He has Slytherin blood in him." Sirius pointed out. "So maybe they would feel the same."
"That is true. I think I need to do some research on student backgrounds. Just what we need, another wayward strand of Gaunts." Harry sighed. "Looks like another night in the library for me. Perhaps Hermione will be willing to help again." He mused.
"Hermione, she's cute eh?" Sirius winked.
"You dog!" Harry teased. "Yes, she's cute. But not my type."
"Oh? What is my Godson's type?"
"I am not talking to you about my sex life Sirius." Harry laughed. "You're too much of a parental figure to me."
"Fine. Go do your research with the pretty genius." Sirius smacked Harry lightly as they both stood.
Harry immaturely stuck out his tongue. "I will."
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Draco marched through the halls of Hogwarts for twenty seven minutes before he finally located Harry, but he was not please about what he saw. Harry and Hermione were standing outside of the library chatting. Chatting was putting it lightly. They were flirting. Draco growled. Harry gave the smart girl one of his dazzling grins and she tittered prettily, something she must have picked up from Pansy, or that Mandy character. Draco was furious. Again. So what was Harry trying to pull? Was he just trying to get a rise out of Blaise? Or Draco? Or was he just a cad and was now flirting with Hermione? Draco began to stalk up to them.
"Thank a mil' Hermione for helping me out. Again." There was another grin that made Draco falter a bit. But he pushed on bravely. No one made a fool out of Draco Malfoy or his friends. Not even the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Potter!" Draco barked.
Harry looked up at the approaching blonde. Draco was tempted to forget his anger and just stare into those deep, enticing green eyes and –no. Draco berated himself mentally.
"Hey Draco, what's up?" Harry asked casually with his playboy grin.
"Can I talk to you? Alone?" Draco hissed out.
Harry shrugged. "Sure." He could feel Draco's anger but didn't have the slightest clue about what he did this time. "I'll catch you later Hermione." Harry waved.
"I'll see what I can find out." Hermione waved too before heading into the library.
Harry followed the still fuming Draco to an empty classroom. Harry briefly wondered why there were so many empty class rooms but shook off the thought. He shut the door and then warded it appropriately. He didn't know what was about to be said but he still didn't want anyone to overhear.
"So what's the problem?" Harry frowned as he watched Draco glower at him. "Or what did I do?"
"Oh fine, act like you don't know." Draco scoffed.
"Look Draco, I don't exactly have the greatest people skills here... can you fill me in?" Harry implored.
"I just talked to Blaise." Draco announced.
Harry continued to stare. "...And?"
Draco huffed. "He told me about this afternoon."
Now Harry was really confused. "And you're mad at me? Your best friend made a pass at me, which I brushed off, and you're mad at me?" Harry asked. This didn't make sense.
"You asked Blaise about me, which implies that you might still be interested in me. So when I come to investigate and find out what's going inside your head, what do I find? Harry Potter flirting with Hermione Granger!" Draco ended his rant in a yell.
"What? I was not flirting with Hermione!" Harry ran a hand roughly through his hair in frustration. "I was asking her a favor."
"A favor? Is that what it's called these days?" Draco sniffed.
"Oh Merlin. I said the wrong thing and I don't even know what I said! Why are you so difficult? And why the fuck do I still want you?" Harry moaned. It figures that he would be interested in the most difficult to please person in the universe. Fucking fates were taunting him.
Draco studied Harry carefully. "You still want me?"
"Of course! I never stopped." Harry was exasperated.
"You didn't?" Draco asked hopefully. "And you weren't flirting with Granger?"
"Draco. To be perfectly honest I haven't even THOUGHT about another person since you and I had sex." Harry told him honestly.
"Prove it."
"What?" Harry gaped.
"I don't want my heart broken by you, so prove to me that this isn't some kind of game to you. I don't want you to use me and then toss me out like some... Gryffindor."
Harry shook his head. Prove it? How? He sat on a desk still facing Draco. "Okay fine... How do I prove myself?" He asked with a hopeless look.
Draco took a bit of pity on him. He took one of Harry's hands into his and gave him an imploring look. "All I want is an explanation. Why you did what you did."
"Why I did what I did?" Harry took a deep breath and then began. "Well, my whole life everyone has treated me different because I'm Harry Potter. They think I'm this untouchable, heroic, God-like person. But I can't really blame them because I was brought up to the hero. But that doesn't mean I like it. When I was eight we had a training mission in New York City in America. Well, there was a few hours where we were in this huge park called Central Park, and I saw all carefree kids either oohing and ahhing over the animals in the zoo, or playing catch with a dog, or playing tag with their friends, or eating ice cream with their parents. I wanted to be one of those kids so bad. They were having fun and I was learning battle tactics from a Wizard Marine. Hell, I still want to be one of those kids." Harry sighed and leaned back. Draco studied the open teen before him as he gently massaged his calloused palm. Harry let go of his emotional mask, he looked exhausted and worn out.
"So you created an alias to be one of those kids?" Draco asked quietly. Harry opening up to him was more than he ever dreamed of.
"Pretty much. Although I only really started to use it after I was fourteen. It was Mardi Gras and we were in Baton Rouge studying voodoo magic with this crazy witch and that night was fucking crazy. I don't even remember the girl's face that I lost my virginity to. And after I discovered the joys of sex I would go out into muggle London or occasionally Diagon Alley and ... well, look for a good time."
"You were fourteen?" Draco gaped. Harry didn't seem the type.
"Yeah... I usually look at sex as an escape from life." He shrugged. "Draco, I wouldn't be here telling you these things and trying to make you see why I did what I did if I just wanted sex. If I did your friend Blaise, and half the school, have been sending me suggestive looks and poses since I got here. But I haven't touched them. Fuck, I haven't had sex since you and I in the bathroom."
Draco's breath caught in his throat. "You-you haven't?"
Harry looked Draco in the eye. "No, I haven't. I know I fucked up with you Draco, I know that. And I don't know what to say or how to act around normal people, none of us do. We're just really good at acting like we do. And.. Merlin, Draco, all I want is you. To be with you, around you, Circe, even smell you. You're intoxicating and I can't get you out of my head." Harry's intense green eyes stared into Draco's.
"Harry." Draco half said, half moaned.
"Please Draco, please. Give me another chance. I'll do anything for you."
Draco launched himself into Harry and tackled him to the stone floor. "You better as Hell treat me right this time." Draco smirked before diving in for a kiss. Harry, momentarily stunned by his hard landing, growled. Draco shivered in desire as Harry ran his hands down his back and squeezed his pert ass.
Harry rolled Draco over and stared into his smokey silver eyes. "Hell, for you Draco I'll even stay all night." He grinned.
"Why wouldn't you?" Draco frowned.
"Well, I..." Harry looked down at Draco's serious face. "Nothing." Harry kissed Draco before he could respond. Draco melted under the intense heat that Harry radiated. "Let's go to your room." Harry murmured against Draco's lips.
"Mmm kay." Draco purred. He looked up at him through dark lashes and smiled seductively. Harry groaned. "Or we could just stay right here." He began to work his hand under Draco's robe and shirt to his pale, smooth skin.
"HarrrrrrrY" Draco's protest turned into a moan.
"Okay." Harry sat up. "We have to go before we go any further." He began to stand.
"Mmm." Draco responded and attempted to sit up. Harry reached down and pulled him into his arms. "Thanks." Draco purred.
"We better go fast." Harry smirked.
"Yeah." Draco agreed breathlessly before leaning up for another kiss. Draco couldn't get enough of the heat. The searing, intense heat that enveloped him every time Harry touched him. Harry slammed him up against the wooden door. Harry was in heaven. Draco tasted sweet and addicting. And when Draco moaned Harry got this delicious feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"...Blood, I want fresh blood..."
Harry ripped away from Draco so suddenly that Draco fell to the floor. He looked around frantically trying find where the voice came from.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked in confusion, he was still aroused and still on the stone floor.
But Draco was ignored, Harry was only thinking about the voice in parseltongue, and the supposed basilisk. It had to come from the hallway. There was no way it was in this class room. "Draco move." Harry ordered.
"What?" Draco huffed and didn't move. "Harry, what the Hell?" Harry pulled Draco into a standing position and wrenched open the door. Draco protested behind him and followed him into the hall.
"...Yesssss...blood..."
Harry sprinted in the direction he heard the voice. And Draco followed, mad and clueless to Harry's behavior. "Harry! Would you tell me what the hell you're doing?" He cried out.
Harry stopped dead as he turned the corner. He didn't find the basilisk. No he found something worse. There was a small blonde boy laying in a pool of blood on the corridor floor. His lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling and a look of pure terror was frozen on his face.
Draco whimpered in horror and turned his face into Harry's chest. "Is he...?" He choked out.
"Yes. He's dead"
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To Be Continued
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