Harry gingerly held his hand out to Madam Pomfree who immediately started scolding him as she snapped his bone beneath his skin with a whispered spell, and wrapped his hand in ace wrap. She then made him drink more of the bone regenerating liquid as before.
"God, Madam Pomfree, that crap is…crap!" his head hurt.
"You have such an extensive vocabulary, Harry." Was her usual response. "So, why did you punch the wall this time?"
The carefree air left the room suddenly. "Would I get away with lying?"
"I have a truth serum in the back room…"
"A friend of mine was ignoring me and I was very worried about them." He said quickly since Harry knew how powerful and long lasting those truth potions were. "By the way, is Ron here?" he wanted to change the subject quickly.
Madam Pomfree nodded her head solemnly, "Yes, but Professor Rayhow requested that he had no visitors and that he be left alone with the boy." Harry's face darkened but was unnoticed by the babbling nurse, "I have never seen a more caring teacher; willing to stay with one of his students just because it was indirectly his fault for the accident."
"Will Ron be ok?"
"Of course," she gave him a curious look, "But you need to run along now."
Harry jumped off of the bed he had been sitting upon, "Oh I want you to come by before your classes in the morning; I need to check your hand to make sure that you haven't done anything permanent. Most people wait a couple of years before breaking a bone but you only waited a couple of weeks, and you broke the same knuckle! Who knows what damage may have taken place…"
Harry nodded his head and rushed to the Gryffindor common room where he found it a little difficult to fall asleep without Ron rambling on and on about this and that. He was immensely worried about his friend and he would just have to hope that Hermione's and his fears about the Professor were wrong.
Draco lay in his bed, needing sleep badly but was unable to close his eyes for more than a few moment before visions of a certain black haired 'rapist' would infiltrate his mind; he didn't mind that much and could have gone to sleep with those wonderful memories floating around in his head but his father's own image would overtake Harry's and Draco would snap open his eyes with his father's warning rushing through his head as his blood pounded in his ears. He would grip his new necklace tightly, the sharp edges digging almost painfully into his hand, until the images of his father would dissipate.
When he finally gave up and sat in his bed he stared at a book lying open in his lap for about two hours before his alarm clock began its chime in order to awaken him…even though he wasn't sleeping. Draco slammed his fist into the clocks button and stood up, already in his uniform. He had gotten dressed a while ago out of pure boredom.
As he walked slowly into the Great Hall, Draco caught sight of Harry heading off to the Hospital Wing, his hand still in the wrap.
I don't remember it taking this long to heal last time… Draco wondered over to Harry and shadowed him until Harry turned around and grabbed Draco by the neck with his good hand and pressed him roughly into the wall.
"Why are you following me, Malfoy?" he hissed angrily as pure hatred burned in his eyes. Harry hadn't looked at Draco like that in a very long time.
So Draco was confused, wasn't Harry supposed to be calling him Draco now? "I was worried about your hand," in his confusion he didn't add anger to his tone which confused Harry.
"Wait a bloody second. You can feel worry? And for other people besides yourself? Holy shit…" Harry taunted as his grip tightened and he pressed himself closer to Draco.
That was when the white haired teen began to feel anger, "Yes, Potter, I can feel worry!" he yelled.
"Finally, something real," he snarled in response as he released Draco. "Don't follow me anymore, unless you have a death wish." He turned and walked briskly away.
Draco gently touched his bruised neck and felt a tremor of fear rush up his spine as his fingers gently traced the snake beneath his robes. What the hell had gotten into Harry?
The being with yellow eyes smiled happily at the scene it had just witnessed. Now it would be able to return to the palace for the Potter child definitely no longer loved Draco. In fact, it seemed as though Harry Potter once again hates Draco! The being was all too happy, knowing it would return to its temporary home soon and, eventually, to its real home.
Stupid Potter and his stupid little hair and his stupid little attitude and, and stupid Potter! I'm tired of that stupid little know-it-all doing whatever his stupid little mind games plan on doing… Draco was not having a very good dayso far. Why would he do this? Was it a game from the start? Is he mad that I didn't tell him I loved him back when he confessed to me? What could his stupid little mind be thinking of now?
His 'stupid little mind', as Draco had so kindly put it, was having some personality troubles. Harry had awoken from a very unpleasant nightmare—that hadn't started off so horribly—to find himself in a strange and dark place in a cage that he couldn't get out of. Why was he here? And why couldn't he wake up?
A chill went down his spine as the cold of this place sunk into his body, a flickering light not exactly promising to shine for much longer was swinging overhead. Harry had a feeling he might want to get used to this place for now.
Just as Harry was about to penetrate Draco's puckered and finally prepared ass something happened—yet again—to interrupt.
"Oh come on!" he exclaimed in annoyance, "I can't even fuck him in my own dreams…" he muttered more curse words under his breath until he heard some words that made his blood run cold.
"'Laihose madream'." It wasn't the words, per say. No, it was the voice that had uttered them, the air hissing oily out of rasping and weak lungs. "I agree, Lucious, Harry Potter is the perfect person for The Cause's newest plan on restoring me to my full power. It's quite devilish too."
"Thank you, my lord. I only regret that we could not bring him to you in person."
Harry tried to speak but found he was incapable and became a little more terrified as the spell the bald man had cast upon him took affect.
"It matters little, the spell will work at this distance and I can alienate his friends from the comfort of my own home."
The chuckling figures of Lucious Malfoy and Voldemort suddenly stepped out of the thick shadows, smiling at their helpless and mortal enemy.
Harry's heartbeat spiked and he began to struggle to break the bonds holding him futilely.
"Give it up Harry," Voldemort's smooth voice made Harry want to retch with disgust. "If an Etrany cannot break that spell when being cast by a novice there is no way an expert's usage of it would be broken by you!" he laughed maliciously and commanded Lucious to go away. "Are you afraid?" Voldemort taunted as he smiled mischievously.
Harry stopped struggling and glared at the Dark Lord with such ferocity that no one had ever even seen such coming from the teen before.
Voldemort walked up to Harry and trailed a long nailed finger along his smooth cheek, a perverse smile on his ugly face. "Perhaps I should do more than just the bare minimum to you?" he said it as though it was a question but Harry didn't know what he could possibly mean.
So he asked, "What are you talking about?"
Voldemort chuckled as he leant forward and licked Harry from his jaw bone to his hairline. Harry didn't want to, he tried his best to not to, but he realized what the man was intending to do to him and it terrified him. "Do you see now?"
Harry didn't respond as a cool hand slid slowly up his shirt. Harry's body became rigid and he automatically sucked in his stomach, trying to get away from that cold, disgusting hand that had grasped his left nipple and was twisting it mercilessly. Harry grunted as Voldemort licked the shell of his ear and nibbled on the lobe, trying to get him to make noises.
"I see you want to be difficult. That's even better…though I should have known you would be, judging by how your parents refused to let me kill you." Voldemort ripped open Harry's shirt and attacked his right nipple—sharp teeth digging—while his hand continued to play with the other. "Since you will be refusing me I will have to go farther." His teeth shredded Harry's nipple and the teen yelled and cursed, spitting on Voldemort.
The man hissed in breath, moving away from Harry with careful ease. He wiped the spit away from his face, wiping it on the remains of Harry's shirt.
"You should not have done that."
Voldemort raped Harry over and over; cumming all over Harry's naked body; releasing him from the spell when he was too exhausted to run. The man shoved him into different positions; Harry got so exhausted at one point that he literally passed out with the man fucking him, Harry's unwanted orgasms continuing even in his subconscious mind. And all the while Voldemort was chanting a spell over and over, in a language that was long forgotten by the living, until his final orgasm was spilled into Harry's ass.
The evil man dropped Harry's limp body onto the ground and fabricated the cell once more. Once that was done—even though Harry tried to fight him—he took over Harry's body and received all his memories; every thought, every thing he ever did, Voldemort now knew thanks to his vile spell. Nothing was safe from his prying mind. He knew how to act to be just like Harry and he planned on fucking up the thing that was the most important to Harry at the moment.
"I'm coming for you, Draco Malfoy."
As Draco sat in his desk, nervously scratching random patterns into a piece of parchment he kept repeating his latest encounter with Harry over and over in his mind. Why had he…treated Draco in such a way? It made no sense and it worried Draco greatly. Had he held off for too long? Was ignoring Harry the wrong thing to do?
Draco's hand moved slowly up to his chest until it came in contact with the cool figure of the silver snake that Harry had given to him just yesterday.
"What happened?" he whispered to himself. Crabbe looked at him awkwardly but Draco ignored him.
A sudden feeling of dread washed over him when he saw Harry walk into the room. There wasn't anything really different about him, nothing notable; he walked the same, talked the same, and almost acted the same; yet he was very different. Well one thing was very different; his eyes had turned dark, dangerous even. Nothing like Harry at all really and it scared Draco…
Hermione glared dangerously at Harry as the boy glared right back at her.
"I just said that it was none of your fucking business," he growled in a dark tone at her retort.
"I'm just worried about you, but you're too busy being a bastard to realize that!" Hermione stood with a flourish, gathered her things, and ran off to go hang out with her 'secret' boyfriend.
They had been arguing over Malfoy again, at the end of class this time. And she had finally snapped, having enough of Harry's new pompous attitude. It had only been three days yet Harry was already almost completely hated by everyone.
I honestly can't believe how easy it was to make her hate you, Harry. Voldemort slid his hand into Harry's cage but he misunderstood how angry he had made the brunette. He realized it quickly enough when his hand was viciously grabbed and twisted, the bones in his fingers snapping.
Voldemort grabbed his wrist as Harry's body did the same, both howling in sudden pain as the injury was repeated in Harry's body. Voldemort and Harry watched as his body fell to the ground, writhing there pathetically with no one really around to witness it. A student rushed forward and tried to talk to him but Harry's ears were ringing. But the student's yells attracted the attention of a lot of other students who stood around and didn't really know what to do about it.
Voldemort turned around and smacked the shit out of Harry, his hand able to slip right into the bars without them stopping him before the man rushed to Harry's control system, trying to get his new body moving before it simply passed out. Voldemort managed to get the body to stand, to take a couple of steps before someone smashed his hand again—whether by accident or not Harry's body went down and into the arms of someone no one had expected to catch.
"Potter," Draco whispered in shock at the condition of his almost-lover as he looked into his eyes and, for a moment, Draco saw the eyes that belonged to the evil man his father wanted him to worship, no Harry's.
What's going on?