Title: TBWLTBPK
Chapter: Fear is Only in Our Minds.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
A/N There are a few Evanescence references here. The chapter title is one.
"R-Ron?" The redhead looked up from the book to see Hermione struggling to sit up. He rushed over to her side to help her. "Ron, it was horrible. It all felt so real."
"I should check your wounds." Ron told her, unwrapping her arm.
"W-wounds?" Hermione glanced down at her arm and screamed shrilly, the noise reverberating off the walls.
Hermione trashed about trying to get out of the sheets. She stood staring down at her arm as it began to bleed. "It can't be real!" She screamed in terror. "It isn't real!" Ron whirled the hysterical girl towards him and gripped her shoulders firmly.
"Bloody hell, Granger, snap out of it." Ron shouted. Hermione blinked her large brown eyes to stare into worried blue ones. She let out a shaky breath and took a step back.
"I'm okay. I just panicked."
"Understandable, you were bit by a zombie clown with a hunger for flesh." Hermione let out a whimper but willed herself to keep calm. Poppy came in, dropping her wand when she saw Hermione's wound openly bleeding.
"Miss Granger! Get back into that bed; you are in no condition to be walking around." Ron assisted Hermione as she tried to scramble back onto the bed, fearing Poppy's wrath if she did not. Poppy made quick work of the wounds now that Hermione was awake. The mediwitch cast a numbing charm on the young Gryffindor's arm and began to stitch it with black twine. Hermione gazed at her arm in despair. "Here drink this." Poppy handed Hermione a glass filled with a clear liquid. Hermione quickly drank it, but stuck out her tongue afterwards, trying not to gag from the taste. "I'm afraid you will have to stay here until your bones grow back."
Poppy left, leaving Ron and Hermione alone once more. Ron picked up the book and flipped to the page he had been on before Hermione woke up. Hermione looked over in interest.
"What are you reading Ronald?" Ron looked up, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Tales from Halloween Town, I read a few stories, but right now I'm reading about the birth of the cerberus." Hermione's mind whirred and a smile broke out on her face as she made a connection.
"Don't you see Ron? This book can help us get past the Cerberus on the third floor." Ron's brow furrowed as he looked down at the book.
"I don't think it can, Granger. They are just creation stories, nothing about the creatures' death." Hermione's good mood deflated.
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Draco struggled to a sitting position, his face pinching in pain. "I'm so confused. I remember running to the vampires, then some tea, then I'm here with Faust yelling and accusing me of murder!"
"You killed Jack, the skeleton man, King of Halloween. You turned into the full form of your recent creature inheritance, and- and you killed him." Harry choked out. Draco stared at him in disbelief. There was silence. A wail of desperation and denial escaped from Draco as he gripped his long flowing hair in a vice.
"Why! Why is it always me?" Draco shouted in fury. "I hate this curse! I hate Lucius! I hate Voldemort! I hate magic!"
"Curse?" Shock questioned. Draco turned his head away, hair hiding his eyes. Harry gazed at him thoughtfully.
"I think it's time we get Draco to the Infirmary." Harry helped Draco to his feet, and supported him as they began to walk. Fred picked up the still unconscious Lock, George, Shock, and Barrel following behind. As they walked to the infirmary various children passed them, exclaiming of the two boys in front. None were smart enough to realize that these two boys were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
They finally reached the Infirmary and set Draco down on a nearby bed. He was paler than usual, and now groaning in pain. Blood was showing through the bandages, Draco's hair becoming red in response. "Shock, Barrel, calm him down. I'll be right back."
Harry walked to the curtained off section of the Infirmary and entered. Hermione was alone in the room, reading a book. "Hey." Hermione started, whipping her head to look at him.
"Oh, hello Harry. How did you know I was in here?"
"I didn't, but I figured if someone was curtained off, it was worth looking into. With all the weird things that have been happening, I need to know what is going on." Hermione grimaced.
"Speaking of, Harry take this book." Harry took the small tome from her outstretched hand.
"Hermione, what happened to your arm?" Harry asked green eyes wide.
"A nightmare." She answered, eyes glazing over. Harry stared at her for a moment longer before turning to leave. As he did so, a small figurine caught his attention. He crept towards the nightstand and picked it up. He glared at the small figurine.
"I should have known." Harry stuffed the small object in his pocket before storming back to where Draco was. He whipped out his wand, revived Lock, and fleshed out a gun. Lock blearily opened his blue eyes to see the black barrel of a gun staring back at him. He scrambled back and hit the headrest with a thump. Lock put on a brave face and sneered at him.
"You don't even know how to use that." Harry removed the safety and stepped forward.
"Help me."
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Bellatrix looked out of her window with distaste. The filthy creatures were milling about without a care. It sickened her.
"Oogie?" Bellatrix turned to look at the eleven-year-old. He gave her a smile to reveal his sharp white teeth. The boy had curly black hair and impossibly blue eyes. He could have been hers. A scowl etched itself on her face as anger consumed her.
"What is it, you brat?" she snarled. The boy did not flinch, instead taking a seat on the carpet by the fire.
"I like living here with you." Bellatrix's eyes watered, not that the boy could see.
"Well that is too bad because I have an assignment for you. It is...away from here." The boy pouted.
"But I don't want to leave."
"It has been decided. Tomorrow you begin at Hogwarts."
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Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth as he signed the last of the papers registering Orpheus Dragic as a new student. As his quill left the line, the parchment glowed a bright green, causing the headmaster to frown. "Creature blood? I will have to inform the teachers."
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"If you want my help why are you pointing a gun at my face?" Lock shouted.
"How am supposed to know if you are still crazy?" Lock felt a tremor run down his body as he recalled what had happened.
"I'm fine, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"Oh dear!" Harry turned to see Madame Pomfrey gaping at the scene. Fred and George were attempting to keep Draco from clawing at the bandages while skilfully avoiding the claws themselves. Shock and Barrel's glamours had cancelled out again and Harry was pointing a gun at Lock. They waited for her to run screaming. "Everyone in a seat now!" she ordered. Everyone scrambled to sit, but Harry met her eyes and glared. She glared back, so Harry took his seat reluctantly. "I am very disappointed in you! What do you think you are doing with a muggle weapon Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasleys, forceful restraint is no way to handle a first year. Who are these students? I have never seen them before." Everyone looked at each other in a panic. Harry twisted his head and clicked his tongue to the piercings. The Nurse fell unconscious.
"What did you do? How are we going to heal Draco?" Shock asked in panic.
"What was I supposed to do?" Harry shouted.
"Maybe told her the truth after she healed up Draco!" Shock shouted. "Who else in this school would know how to heal him?"
"Severus Snape would." George said. Harry took a stuttering breath and shadowed out of the infirmary.
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Severus Snape was currently grading essays; his hand had begun to cramp from writing so many D's. There was a ping in his mind, alerting him that someone had entered. Severus looked up at the door and saw no one. He scowled and picked up the quill once more. Then he felt a suffocating emptiness. He opened his eyes to find himself in the Infirmary. Next to him, Potter was swaying on his feet. As he gave in to the darkness, a red-haired mini-devil caught him and carried him to the bed almost...tenderly. A screech from the left alerted him of his godson's presence.
"Draco, calm yourself." The Weasley twins warily released Draco's wrists and took several steps back. Severus smirked; it seemed they weren't complete dunderheads. Draco looked at him pitifully and Severus's gaze softened. He walked over and smoother back the hair on Draco's head. He heard a soft sniggering behind him.
"A word to anyone and I'll be mixing your tongue in my potions." The laughing stopped. Severus lifted Draco's wrist to inspect it. He smiled. "Fire, the strongest, just as I suspected it would be." Draco smiled up at Severus, whose eyes were practically glowing with pride. Harry began to move as the figurine in his pocket began to heat up. His limbs jerked and his head rolled, drawing the attention of the others in the room. His body flashed in and out of existence.
"Lock, what's going on?" Barrel inquired.
"I don't know." Lock responded trying to move closer to the bed. His mask lit up and started to spin around making a whirring noise. George detached himself from the chair and ran to Harry's side. The redhead's hair whipped about, though there was no wind.
"Harry!" The eyes of the figurine glowed a soft red and Harry calmed. Harry opened his eyes and screamed clutching his scar. Gliding through the hallway, searching, where are you? Harry whined in pain. Where? WHERE ARE YOU? Ink splattered on the floor.
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"Hogwarts? What is that? What is my assignment?" Orpheus asked.
"Just to observe," Orpheus frowned. "And if the opportunity presents itself, kill Harry Potter." Orpheus gave a chilling smile, lusting for blood.
"Opportunity is my speciality." Orpheus stared into the fire, the light making his eyes appear green. "Orpheus Lestrange, assassin of the weak, defender of evil, killer by day-"
"Orpheus Dragic. The name you are under is Orpheus Dragic." Orpheus stopped his self-titling. Blue eyes fell upon her, filled with hurt and betrayal. "I can't have you associated with me."
"I see. I'll go pack my stuff." Orpheus left the room with a glare. Once in his room he shoved every one of his possessions into an awaiting trunk. He paused, anger overtaking him. He gave a scream of anger, several things around him breaking. An immediate circle of fire surrounded him, flickering red. Orpheus directed his hands and his bed flipped to crash out the window. His anger died away and everything stilled. Orpheus looked out of the window at the citizens below. The citizens who outcasted him. He glared, vowing revenge. Orpheus took his trunk and walked outside, sneering when the others avoided him. He left to the outskirts of the town and stepped through the portal.
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Harry awoke with a start, the nightmare diminishing. He closed his eyes, expecting to be bombarded with questions, but all was silent. He looked up to see Adrian standing at the foot of his bed with his wand in hand. "Adrian?" the shadow boy looked back, and seeing Harry awake, took a few steps closer to the boy, still directing Harry's wand at the others. "Give me my wand." Harry said, sitting up. Adrian pushed him back down on to the bed without a glance, red eyes locked on the other occupants of the room. Harry scowled. "Adrian, give me my wand."
"No. Rest, I will watch over you." Adrian answered.
"I don't need watching over!" Harry shouted, immediately regretting it. Pain spread across his face and scalp, and he yelped.
"Harry, you're hurt, please don't move." Shock called out. Harry disrespected her wish and stumbled out of bed. Adrian shifted so he was still blocking the First Year.
"I told you to rest. You are going to open your wounds." Harry nearly fainted as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. A large chunk of his hair was missing, stitches in its place.
"What happened?" He turned to the solemn faces of his friends and professor.
"You were having a fit." Fred told him.
"You pulled out your hair." George added.
"Along with needing stitches, several of your bones needed repairing." Severus said.
"What did you see?" Lock asked. Harry racked his brain to remember, wincing as flashes flitted in his mind.
"Adrian." Harry whispered. Adrian looked over at Harry. Harry grabbed the other's arm and they shadowed away.
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Neville walked quickly through the hallway, having become lost again. "Oh man, Flitwick's going to be mad!" Neville walked a bit quicker, remembering that they were supposed to learn a particularly difficult spell that day. The Gryffindor stopped walking as he heard chimes go off in an adjacent hallway. A thick layer of dust covered the floor, no footprints to be found. A door on the far left opened, thick vines spilling out, followed by a young woman. The woman's hair was as black as the night and her garb green, like the plants she was lovingly caressing. Her pupilless, green eyes fell upon Neville and she smiled. The young boy hesitantly smiled back. There was a shift to his left and Neville turned his head to see a heavily tattooed boy and a boy who was made of ink. The chimes started again, drawing all three's attention.
'Come, little children, I will take thee away, into a land of enchantment.' Neville let his book bag fall to the floor and walked towards the plant woman. Harry and Adrian reluctantly followed, having to protect the ensnared boy.
"Neville, you have class. You can come back later." Harry said. Neville did not respond. Vines grew from the woman's back and she rose into the air, an eerie green light pulsating around her.
'Come, little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows.' The woman gestured them inside of the room. Neville went in without hesitation. Harry followed, immediately sensing something wrong. There were many children playing, but they all had pupilless green eyes. Harry stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind him. The plant woman ruffled his hair. Harry observed the others, though the music was pulling him to play as well. A boy with black hair passed him. Harry started, for the boy had sprouts coming out of his ears. He quickly looked at the others. Various children were covered with vines, and leaves, flowers even. Several large, purple buds bloomed to produce more children, but these did not play. The children knelt and began to work on the garden.
'Follow, sweet children, I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the sorrows.' The woman had returned, except now, she wore a more queen-like outfit. She circled a few children and then led them away from the others, towards the flowers.
"She's brainwashing them." Harry whispered, eyes going wide. He scanned the children, searching for Neville. "Neville!" The music stopped and all the children turned to him. A silvery mist left their mouths and the bodies fell to the floor. Large flowers rose from the ground, displaying sharp teeth and red eyes. The queen flew up from a purple rose, thorny vines wrapped around her without leaving a scratch.
'Weep not, poor children, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passions.' The queen directed the vines and plants in the room towards Harry. Harry ran towards the door, but it warped, becoming a heavyset stone one. Harry struggled to open it. It led to a staircase that Harry quickly climbed. At the top, he was met with a boy cloaked in a black robe with a hood. Red eyes stared out at him. Harry slowly turned, the queen stood at the base of the stairs, Adrian at her side.
'Hush now, dear children, it must be this way, too weary of life and deception.' Harry reached for his wand. Adrian smiled and pulled out the wand from his boot. He took aim and sent out a sparkling green and red spell. Harry dodged it and sent out a lion. The lion bowled through the queen and Adrian, clearing a path for Harry. Harry ran down the stairs and closed the door behind him. Neville hung, suspended by thorny vines. Blood dripped on to the floor.
'Rest now, my children, for so soon we'll awake into the calm and the quiet.' The voice floated through the door. There was a large rumbling as a rose bud grew. It blossomed, the queen frowning at Harry. A haunting harmony of sounds began between her, Adrian and the boy, all while the queen made the vines stretch to the ceiling, moving them about as if they were dancing.
'Come, little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.' The queen offered a hand. Harry looked at Neville one last time before taking it. The white-haired boy burst through the door, wielding a scythe. Adrian followed him. 'Come, little children, the times come to play here in my garden of shadows.' The queen smiled as she planted a seed into Harry's mind. Adrian shuddered as he felt the shadow plane fall upon them. He edged closer to the white-haired boy, whom pushed him away. Adrian looked up and saw the distant look in Harry's eyes. His own red eyes widened as he ran towards his counterpart. He made contact and everything around them fell apart. The queen grew old in mere seconds, falling to ashes. The scythe-wielding boy's eyes turned green and he faded into the shadow plane. The fake reality shattered and the three boys were dumped onto a dusty floor.
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Draco gave a hiss of pain, jerking away. Severus reached over and held his grandson in place, resuming his disinfecting of the wound. Severus looked into Draco's eyes, and gave a small jerk of his head. Draco nodded and soon Severus was exploring his memories. He returned, confused, agitated, enraged, but mostly pleading. However, he would deal with that one last, first, to head off confusion. Severus picked up a needle and examined it in the light.
"Skeletons, beasts, your aunt; I'm not sure what I should make of this." Draco shrugged as Severus cast a numbing charm over the wound.
"Make of it what you wish, but I assure you all of it happened." Severus made a slight humming noise in the back of his throat.
"Even risking your life for Potter?" Severus asked, eye twitching slightly. Draco inclined his head in the positive. "Where is this place you travelled? Why even travel there in the first place, there was no incentive."
"Other than my lost journal and not wanting Zambini to get the best of me, no there wasn't, but I had to go, it felt natural. It felt like..." Draco trailed off and looked at the other occupants of the room.
"It felt like going home." Lock finished for him. Draco nodded.
"Yes exactly. I was surprised to see Aunt Bella, until I realized she was the one from her generation to be cursed." Draco mouth twisted into a fanged grin. "He's coming back." Severs was about to ask Draco for an explanation when Harry and Adrian showed up with Neville. Severus frowned, not happy to have his three least favourite students in the same room. At least, he guessed that the one named Adrian was a student.
"Professor, you need to help him." Severus sneered in disgust but quickly went to work on healing Neville.
"And make sure you don't mess up." Severus gripped his wand tighter and turned to Adrian with fury in his eyes.
"You dare insult me and my work? I have asked you once before and this time I demand an answer. Just who exactly do you think you are?" Severus snarled. Adrian gave a cocky grin, much reminiscent of a young James Potter, and answered simply.
"The darkest half of Harold James Potter, born of shadows and ink, I act upon his hidden wishes when possible." Adrian frowned. "Though, I haven't had the chance to kill anyone just yet." He said with a lavish smile. A nervous chuckle arose from the occupants of the room, Severus watching the shadow boy with calculating eyes.
"Are you a student here?" Severus questioned, ignoring the groan of pain from Neville.
"There is no need, I know everything Harry knows, learn everything Harry learns, I do not, however, feel what he feels. In my opinion, he is too merciful to the ones whom deserve to suffer. I was first created when Harry was five, though he didn't realize I was living in his head all along. I would come out when he couldn't take it. When he was lonely, he would talk to me, all the while making me stronger. Those accidental magic bursts that he did, apparating and the like, that was me. No one suspected a thing." Adrian chuckled. Harry's heart slowed to a snails pace. It couldn't be true, that time he regrew his hair, the time he turned his teachers wig blue, apparating, setting that python on Dudley. Adrian scratched his chin. "There was that one time, a fine piece of work. Harry set the snake on his brain-dead cousin. I was thrilled, hoping more was to come, but I was disappointed. Until Harry changed into this form, that is. It gave me my escape. I'm there in his time of need; I escaped physically to deal with the problem."
"Paper flowers." Harry remarked, leaving everyone in confusion. Adrian's eyes became sad.
"Yes, Harry. Paper flowers and purple skies." Harry collapsed to the floor, curling into a ball and screaming. The Weasley twins bolted to action but were stopped by Adrian. "Stop, this is his relief. Leave him." There was a loud snarl from the hospital bed.
"How can you be so cruel?" Draco shouted venom in his words. "Don't just leave him there to scream! His heart is torn!" Adrian stretched so he towered over the bed Draco was in. His red eyes burned with hatred, causing Draco to shrink back.
"I would never do a thing to harm harry. Everything I do is to protect him from hurt!" A tear slipped from Adrian's eyes, allowing a drop of ink to splash into his hand. Adrian absorbed the ink drop into his palm. "No need for another nightmare." Adrian stated, turning away from Draco.
"What were you talking about, when you said, paper flowers and purple skies?" George asked, increasing his volume to be heard over Harry's screams.
"It is our secret place."
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Orpheus exited the portal in London, scowling at the bustling people around him. He was filled with hate, something that the Headmaster did not miss. "Mr. Dragic, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"How will we be going to Hogwarts?" Orpheus asked impatiently. Albus say behind the mask and realized Orpheus wanted to be at home, not at a boarding school where contact with parents is minimal.
"We will be apparating to the grounds; however, before we can do that, we must get you a wand." Orpheus wordlessly pulled out a wand from his back pocket. Albus blinked in surprise before grabbing a hold of the boy's shoulder and apparating them to Hogwarts. The boy fought like a banshee the entire time, not liking the feeling of breathlessness. Albus stumbled away from the boy as they landed, frightened. The boy was howling in pain, trees shaking violently. Orpheus knelt, bringing his palms to the earth, drawing breaths. Albus did not think the boy was done just yet. A final scream, face contorting in rage, iris flecks expanding to make his eyes look green. Orange wisps of light surrounded him, several trees uprooted, suspended in the air.
"Servatis a periculum! Servatis a maleficum!" the boy shouted, trying to rein in the power. At last, he succeeded, falling unconscious in the process. Albus smiled as he lifted Orpheus and brought him to the castle. The boy was powerful, dangerous, but powerful nonetheless.
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Hermione fiddled with her skirt, trying to block out the sounds of screaming. "That must have been one nasty hex." Hermione muttered to herself. There was a ding of a bell to her left, and her bandages melted away. Hermione inspected her arm, upset because they had scarred. "Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione shouted. There was no answer, Hermione concluded that she was busy working on the screaming student and turned over in the bed, staring at the nightstand. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed that the figurine was gone. She touched the spot where it had lay, a shock jumped to her fingers, and the nightmare secured itself a place in her mind. Her eyes glinted orange for a moment before she stood and waked out of the Infirmary, not sparing a glance at the screaming Harry, nor any one else.
Lock followed after her, calling her name, but she did not respond. He caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder. The bushy haired girl tensed, piano music filling the air. Severus recognized it immediately. It was the same music from where he had found his student.
"Beware the stare of Mary Shaw. She had no children, only dolls. And if you see her in your dreams, be sure you never...ever...scream." Hermione dropped to the floor and screamed, face turning purple, eyes becoming bloodshot. The ruckus was enough to rouse Madame Pomfrey, whom quickly surveyed the scene. Never in all her days of being a mediwitch did she think she would ever encounter this. Mr. Malfoy was taken care of by Severus, so her gaze shifted to the twins; pale, but not in need of medical attention. The devil boy had faint windburns on his hands. Poppy turned back to the twins, noticing the same burns on George. The green-skinned girl was shaking like a leaf, being held by a skeleton boy. Harry was on the floor, no longer screaming, but instead deathly silent, tears dried on his face, breathing deep. He looked like a small demon the way he was. Madame Pomfrey made a step towards him, but before she could, Harry's eyes snapped open, all black and purple wisps of magic were pulled from Hermione's body to his. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he drew the power in, the purple swirling with the black in his eyes. His body rose from the floor, arms spread out at his sides. Tiny cracks formed in between his tattoos outlining them in red. The cracks started to bleed, Hermione's screaming dying away. Her face began to drain to its normal peachy colour, and the red left her eyes, allowing her to collapse into a crying heap. The power within Harry kept growing, threatening to over power him.
"He's not going to make it." Lock whispered. A cold glint set itself in Adrian's eyes.
"Not if I'm around." Adrian stepped up to his counterpart, meeting eyes with him. A flicker of recognition danced among the black and purple. Hands reached for him, searching for the light in the darkness threatening to consume him alive. "Harry you need to give it back to Hermione." Harry opened his mouth, a sound like water draining leaving it. "She can handle it; you just have to compress it for her." Harry stared at him, without knowledge. Adrian gave a growl of frustration and grabbed on to Harry's arms, feeling himself move to a microscopic level. The trendils of ink fused with Harry's skin and he pushed the knowledge through it. It winded down the intricate path and sparked as it entered Harry. The purple in Harry's eyes receded, moving down to the palms of his hands. The swirling purple mist, wrapped, and danced along his hands, mystifying him. Adrian slowly released him, and shrunk back down to the floor with the others. Harry gave a scream as he pushed his hands together, making the mist into a ball. He kept pushing until it was the size of a Snitch. With a yelp, he dropped from the sky, and landed with a thud. He stood and stumbled over to Hermione. The brown-haired girl saw him coming and screamed like a banshee, moving backwards.
"No! Please!" She shouted. Harry stood a bit straighter and walked a bit faster. "Harry, please!"
"It is yours." Harry responded. Hermione quieted, sitting docile. Harry pushed the purple light into her forehead. Her eyes glowed bright purple, as she became slack-jawed. Her eyes cleared and she stood, retreating to her bed. Harry watched her go with calculating eyes. The tattooed boy walked over to Neville, and drew on the power that lay there, forming as a bright green. Again, the light danced among his fingers, a thing of true beauty. It was reduced to the size of a golf ball, and pushed into Neville's forehead. Harry sighed, and sat back on his bed. Madame Pomfrey smiled and moved towards him, checking him over with her wand. Her eyebrows rose as the scan informed her of Harry's heightened powers.
"Devil-boy. Come here." Lock came to her side with apprehension. She flicked her wand and his windburns faded away. Lock inclined his head as thanks. "Mr. Weasley." Fred and George looked up. "George." George came over. Poppy grabbed his jaw with her free hand and turned his head every with way. "He really got you good." She moved her wand in slow patterns around his face, and then moved on to his hands. She moved her wand over them, but they didn't disappear, instead they seemed to grow darker, as if they had aged. A whispering filled the room. Everyone froze listening intently for another hint of it when Dumbledore walked through the door with a boy in his arms.
"Certainly seems crowded in here." Albus said with a twinkle in his eye. Madame Pomfrey scowled.
"I am trying my hardest to clear it up." She glanced at the wind marks once more before deciding they could do no harm. "Mr. Weasleys, you may leave." Fred and George bowed before taking their leave. Albus set the boy down and turned to Lock, Shock, and Barrel, restoring their glamours. Melissa and Eric connected hands and left happily. Faust stayed hovering at the end of Harry's bed.
"Kidd needs to talk to you. It sounded important." Faust turned to leave. "AND we will be talking later." Faust sneered. Severus finished stitching up Draco's stomach wound.
"Stay here until the morning. Poppy will give you the necessary potions, to keep it from getting infected." Poppy smiled at Draco and turned to the new patient.
"Who is he?" Madame Pomfrey asked. Albus stepped up.
"His name is Orpheus Dragic. He is a new student, whom didn't react that well to side-along." Madame Pomfrey sighed and raised her wand. Albus lightly stopped her and gave her a look indicating that she was still missing vital information. Poppy and Dumbledore left the room, only Harry and Draco remained, the boy between them a mystery. The boy groaned and his eyes fluttered open, and he sat up. His blue eyes seemed panicked as he looked around. His eyes landed on Harry, and stilled.
"Hello." Harry said weakly.
"Where am I?" Orpheus asked. Harry smiled.
"Why, in Hogwarts, of course. Right now, you are in the Infirmary. The Nurse went to go speak with the Headmaster, they should be back shortly." Orpheus smiled gratefully. Draco groaned as he shifted the wound. Harry snapped his fingers and Adrian detached himself from the walls, startling Orpheus. "Adrian, go see what the Headmaster is doing." Adrian glanced at him warily.
"Are you still hurt?" Harry glowered, causing Adrian to dissipate into the next room. Harry pushed back his fringe in fake exasperation, unknowingly revealing himself as Harry Potter. Orpheus's heart thudded, an opportunity had presented itself, but did he really want to? Orpheus let his grip go lax on the knife he had instinctively grabbed.
"I'm Orpheus Dragic. It's nice to meet you." Harry gave a smile.
"Likewise, in the other bed is my friend Draco Malfoy. He's a bit of a stuck up prat, but you'll get use to it. He's a Slytherin; it's only to be expected."
"And it's only expected for you to make friends with someone you don't even know, you bloody Gryffindor." Orpheus frowned.
"My...mother always said Slytherin and Gryffindors hated each other, but I didn't know what they were."
"Gryffindor and Slytherin are Houses here at Hogwarts. There are four of them. In Ravenclaw, you may meet Melissa, and Luna. They are both first years like us. Hufflepuff is the other House, Eric is in that one. Hermione, Ron, Fred and George are in Gryffindor like me." Harry left out any mention of Faust.
"What about Adrian?" Orpheus asked.
"Well, he doesn't exactly go here, but he is a Slytherin." Draco looked over sharply, but Harry avoided eye contact. Adrian came back into the room and stood protectively by Harry's side.
"They're conversation was quite interesting." Adrian relayed.
"What about Hermione, is she holding up okay?" Adrian left, heading to the curtained off section of the Infirmary. He went in and sat by Hermione's bedside, evaluating her. The purple mist was wrapped around her previous wounds, healing it. Adrian looked at the nightstand to make sure no residual magic was left over. A thought nagged at him and he dispersed in a cloud of green smoke. He reappeared in the hallway where the plant queen had showed up. He walked down the hall, opened the door and stepped inside. There glittering in the corner was a figurine. He stretched to grab, not daring to enter the room. He twirled the figurine in his hand, feeling the weight and power. He jerked, images showing up in his mind. Him, no it was Harry, a ring of figurines, long whipping hair, glowing eyes, crackling coloured lightening, a falling figure. Adrian shook his head and looked at the figurine, which seemed to be looking at him solemnly. His hand wrapped tightly around it. This was it, what they needed.
. . . . . .TBWLTBPK . . . . . . ..
Kidd stepped out of the mirror and shook hands with Faust. Faust offered Kidd a seat, and they began to talk. "You knew about me." Faust stated, peering up at Kidd with blue eyes. "How?"
"It was quite easy to piece together the clues. You never ate with the others, when you arrived, you didn't cry, you weren't surprised. It was if you had found your home. There was an immediate change when you arrived, instantaneous. Barrel slowly transformed into something that represented what he had seen. I had expected you to be similar, both of you having seen the same event. Your seclusion from others was another hint." Faust let his eyes drop to the floor, squeezing them shut to prevent tears from falling.
"I never wanted it to be this way... My mother had been a vampire. She met a man that was half demon, he was gone in the morning, and she was left with me in her womb. I was only in there for seven months before I clawed myself out, killing my mother. The authorities thought I had been abandoned, I don't know what happened to the body. It probably burned up in the sun. I had nowhere to go, so I got landed in an orphanage. Later I was adopted and I was still alone. Then, he was there. I can't stand for Barrel to think of me as a monster. He's my only true friend."
"How can you be sure this is true?" Faust looked up at Kidd. "You have no proof. Your father could be human; your mother could have really abandoned you."
"You think, I'm making this up." Faust stated plainly.
"No. I think your mind is making it up."
A/N. Hello again. I just wanted to tell you guys something. This story will progress throughout all seven years, but not all will be Nightmare before Christmas based. My plan is that the key that Jack gave Sally opens something to bring another fandom over. The Years are like thus far. If you have any suggestions for changes feel free to leave me a review and I will consider it.
The Boy Who Lived to be Pumpkin King- First Year, Current, Harry Potter & The Nightmare Before Christmas & Soul Eater
Harry Potter and the Dragon Hunters- Second Year, Nothing Written, Harry Potter & American Dragon
Harry Potter and the Gem of Jinxes- Third Year, Ideas in Mind, Harry Potter & Teen Titans
Harry Potter and the Master of the Inbetween- Fourth Year, Few Scenes Written, Harry Potter & Danny Phantom
Harry Potter and the Book of Lost Things – Fifth Year, Ideas in Mind, Harry Potter & The Book of Lost Things.
Harry Potter and the Arrow of Destiny- Sixth Year, Many Ideas in mind, Harry Potter & Bleach
Harry Potter and the Writings of Death- Seventh Year Part One, Many Ideas oh so Many Ideas, Harry Potter and Death Note
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Yesterday- Seventh Year Part Two, Some scenes depicted in my head (mostly Voldemort's role towards the end fight which would still only be Harry vs. Voldemort for the Final Blow), Harry Potter/Nightmare/Soul Eater/Teen Titans/American Dragon/Danny Phantom/Book of Lost/Bleach/Death Note