Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or anything to do with it; the wonderful JK Rowling creates them all. I just make up my own plot.
A/n Sorry it took me so long to update, I hope the last chapter made up for it, and I hope this one does too. I am sorry if it is boring but I haven't been able to get my creative juices going. However, I hope it'll start becoming more intriguing.
Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX
Fumbling his confidence And wondering why the world has passed him by Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments And failed attempts to fly, fly We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Dreaming about Providence And whether mice or men have second tries Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open Maybe we're bent and broken, broken We want more than this world's got to offer. Meant to live by Switch foot
Chapter 9
Xx Meant to live xX
Ron growled low under his breath. He had been waiting for word about Harry for the last two weeks. Homework was piling up and he was just frustrated. Hermione just sat there her worry for Harry greater then the need to do her homework, which was a huge deal considering she never let anything get in the way of her grades. Ron couldn't handle watching everyone who loves Harry go through this pain, Where was he? In Ron's frustration, he picked up one of the small wooden chairs that were sitting in the corner of the Common room and smashed it against the wall. The noise made everyone jump and turn to look at Ron who was red faced with anger and embarrassment. Hermione walked over to him, her red puffy brown eyes stared into his indigo blue ones, calming him down. He sighed as she grabbed his large hand and held it between her tiny, soft hands. "I know that you're frustrated, but you need to believe that Harry's ok, he will find a way back to us, just believe Ron." Hermione pleaded with him.
Ron sighed and nodded "I do, but I just can't help feeling like there's something we can do. I want to help them, I feel like I'm betraying him somehow by not looking for him, Hermione you have to understand he's my best friend, my brother, the only person in my life that helps me understand myself and the true power I possess, he's my brother." Ron pulled his hand back as he covered his face as he began to sob into his hands. Hermione placed her arm around his shoulder as silent tears trailed down her cheeks; she rested her head against his chest, letting the tears soak into his shirt. They stood like that for an hour just enjoying each other's company and helping each other in their pain.
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Harry lay across his bed, the sunlight streaming across his face, making him blink. He sighed as he began to feel the loneliness of solitude, when the most unexpected thing happened. There was a knock on his door, Harry stood up and opened the door, and the person he saw was the last person he would have expected to see, but then he remembered that his dad was a Death Eater. It should not have been a surprise to see this young blonde man with cold grey eyes staring at him. Draco Malfoy stood in his doorway, "Are you going to let me in scar head?" Harry moved aside and let Malfoy walk in then he silently shut the door. Draco looked around the room appreciatively. "Nice, it seems some people have taste, but I bet you didn't think of this design." Malfoy smirked at him. Harry glared at him, "No I didn't think of this bloody design, it's too much red, reminds me of bloody Voldemort." Harry turned his back on him, before he saw the cringe at the mention of the dark lords' name, and moved back to his bed were in a fit of frustration ripped off the sheets on his bed, angry he tossed it into a corner of his room and sunk to the floor. Draco chuckled slightly and moved over to where Harry was sitting, he slid down and sat down beside him. "It sucks doesn't it, being here without your friends, feeling alone and like your stuck in a jail cell. Being a hero is a lot of work isn't it potter? It also sucks not having a choice." Draco sighed as he stared off into space.
Harry stared at him, "What do you know about how I feel unless… you're stuck here too aren't you?" Harry asked. Draco nodded, "well yah I'm stuck here, but unlike you I get to go back to Hogwarts, I just have to return every weekend to update them on what Dumbledore is doing. It's not something I would have chosen, but then since when do we get to make our own decisions, it's as if they don't think we can do it on our own. Now I know what it's like to be a potter in a way" Draco smirked slightly, and then he turned and looked at Harry, "Even though we went through some bad times, I still don't think you deserve to be alone, no one does. So I am only making this offer once, while I'm here, and since you'll probably be here for a while, I'm willing to be nice and play but once we both get back to school, we have to keep up our image. Is that a deal?" Harry thought about it and nodded, then he shook Draco's hand and they both leaned back in a comfortable silence. He never thought that he and Malfoy would ever come to an agreement about anything, but circumstances changed, some for the better, and some for the worst.
Harry and Draco talked about everything that came to mind, it was mostly about Quidditch and there grades, and what spells work in what situation, in reality Harry was having a very nice conversation with one of his nemesis'. Things couldn't get more strange in Harry's opinion until Voldemort showed up, wearing a huge grin and a golf uniform, hanging off his arm was a bag full of golf clubs, both Draco and Harry turned and raised there eyebrows at the whole getup. Voldemort's grin faded slightly before he took in a deep breath, "I was thinking of going on a small outing and doing something the muggle way…" Then he cracked up laughing, "I was just kidding, I can't stand muggles, and sometimes I crack myself up….HAHAHA." He dumped the golf bag and walked back the way he came yelling out orders to his death eaters as he stripped off the golf uniform and wore his more formal black cloak. Harry shook his head as he turned back to face his new friend and ally in the walls of hell, his emerald eyes met cold grey as they both thought that Voldemort had finally cracked.
"What's your home life like scar head?" Draco asked, as he casually studied his nails. Harry sighed and shrugged. "There's nothing really to tell, you know just usual family issues and stuff." Harry lied; he didn't feel comfortable talking about how his uncle beat him when something strange happened, or how if his uncle got real drunk or just plan mad, he would grab a bat and beat at his back till he couldn't even support himself, then he was beat for bleeding on there newly washed floor. Harry hated his 'family'; he never really knew what it felt like to have someone love him, not truly, until he met Hermione and Ron. Draco looked over at him, even though he knew it was a lie he let it slide as he moved from his sitting position to walking around Harry's room. He ran his index finger down the spines of all the books that someone had placed on the shelf inside the room, this was moved in here two days after Draco came to Harry's room. Draco found an old tome and brought it down to where Harry was sitting on the ground studying Runes. Harry glanced at it curiously, "What is that?" Draco smirked as he began to flip through the pages, "I'm surprised that you haven't even gone through this yet, it's one of the darker magic books, the one with all the 'black magic' as the Ministry like to call it. The Dark Lord was able to grab a copy before they burned the rest of them. He teaches all his Death Eaters magic from this book, I'm surprised he put it in your room, maybe he wants to teach you?" Harry shivered and turned his eyes away from the cover where a black raven with red glowing eyes sat with a severed hand hanging from its beak, and a blood red moon shining behind it.
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A week had passed since Harry had seen the cover of the book, he still saw the picture in his nightmares but he pushed it out of his mind. Draco was back at Hogwarts and Harry felt so alone, he did not understand why he was still here, if Voldemort was not going to kill him then what was he planning? He was just so frustrated he wanted to punch something. However, he opted against it since it could really injure him. Harry grabbed a book off the shelf and began to flip through it. He knew Hermione would be happy to know he was reading, actually she would be ecstatic to see the collection of books in his room, it seemed the dark lord was ever supplying him with fresh new books, but the same one was always left there, the dark magic book. As these thoughts passed through his head he knew what the feeling he had when he was around Draco, it felt natural it was like he was with Ron all over again. Harry sighed he really missed his friends.
Half an hour passed when he heard a knock on the door. Harry jumped off his bed hoping it was Malfoy because he was extremely bored. When he opened the door, he came face to face with Voldemort. Harry's smile faded and he growled low under his breath as he turned his back on the 'dark lord' and shook his head, he felt the searing pain in his scar but then it lessened as he got a few feet away from him. Voldemort watched him walk away and he felt a tightening in his chest, how is it that Harry can make me feel like this? Sighing he moved into the room and waited for Harry to turn and face him. Finally, as his curiosity got the best of him Harry turned to the man who had imprisoned him in this gigantic mansion. Voldemort smiled feebly at Harry before he resignedly gave him the news, "I'm letting you go back to Hogwarts, but when the Holidays come, you are to come back here that is the deal." Harry eyed him suspiciously as he contemplated over this. Harry nodded as he looked up at him, a small glow lit up his eyes and it wasn't until further inspection that he realized it was joy. "Fine, I'll come back during the school holidays, as long as you don't harm anyone close to me anymore, then it's a deal." Voldemort gave a real smile at Harry's bargaining, he was becoming a Slytherin everyday, but in the end, Voldemort agreed and then when he left him he could not help but wonder would it would be like to have a son.
Lucius Malfoy came up to help Harry pack his things for school. Even though he was going to be showing up late and probably behind in all of his subjects which would mean hours of staying up late to finish all the homework and lessons, Harry was truly happy to go back and see everyone, even Snape for all his nastiness. He just wanted to feel the normality of what he used to have. Once Lucius entered the room, Harry knew that it was going to be a very uncomfortable two hours. They both worked silently for 20 minutes until Malfoy cleared his throat and asked, "So you and my son are friends now?" Harry stopped whatever he was doing and stared at Lucius, "Umm, well kind of, I mean we still have to do that animosity thing at school, but while we both are here I guess you can say that we're friends." Harry contemplated. Lucius gave a quick nod and set back to work with folding Harry's new clothes into his trunk. Harry sighed and turned back to organizing the books and choosing which ones he was going to keep with him and which ones he was going to keep here and read when he returned. Finally, after two hours everything was organized, Harry washed up and put on a clean pair of clothes that have not packed yet and then he made his way down stairs to the dining room.
When he entered the room, he noticed that it was extremely crowded, there were more then 50 death eaters seated around a magically enhanced table, once he walked in the room went quite and every head turned to stare at him. Harry looked around as a surprised look appeared on his face, "Wow, who's the party for?" he asked half-jokingly. A few of the death eaters laughed slightly while Voldemort, who was at the head of the table raised his eyebrow. "What makes you think that this is a party?" He asked, his demeanor calm, Harry shrugged as his eyes met Draco's, and Harry couldn't help but smile at the blonde boy. Draco smiled back and gave him a wink, and then his face went back to the bored look that his father always seemed to wear. Sighing Harry found his empty seat, which he was happy to note, was right beside Draco. As he took a seat he felt Draco nudge him lightly, turning to look at Draco, he saw he was smiling very mischievously as he turned his face back to look at Voldemort. Harry moved his head to watch as Voldemort looked over the food appreciatively, then he stood up and began to address his fellow Death Eaters. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco as the Dark Lord went on and on about there success at gaining the upper hand over Dumbledore.
Finally, Voldemort drew the long speech to a close and everyone began to dig in. Harry smiled as he grabbed some of the chicken and turned in his seat to talk animatedly with Draco. They mostly talked about the prospect of Quidditch and Draco filled Harry in on what ever he had missed. Harry laughed and joked around, as he ate never turning around to wonder what Voldemort was doing. Voldemort sat quietly watching Harry laugh and talk, he was jealous of Draco because of how easy Harry got along with him, after having him as an enemy ever since first year. Finally after two hours of conversing and all the plates were cleaned up, Harry was ushered up to bed, drowsy and excited for tomorrow to come, which was the day he was going back to Hogwarts. As soon as Harry's head hit the pillow, he drifted off into a nice safe dream of chocolate frogs and lily pads.
That night everyone who knew Harry was restless and inpatient with anything. All the wanted to do was to go out and search for him; little did they know that he would be among them soon. It was only a matter of time before the sun peeked out through the clouds and showed the break of day, and the birds started to chirp. Only when the house elves busied themselves with making breakfast for all the students that soon would awake would there young saver would have returned to them. He would be unharmed even after being in the enemies' territory for so long, but no one will understand the psychological affect that it took on this young man, until it was too late to save him.
A/n OMG I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update, I've been really busy with everything, but I'll try to update sooner, I hope this chapter was good, the next one Harry is finally back at Hogwarts and everything is going to be normal, or is it?