Title: Truth behind the name and the lies P.2
Pairing: DracoxHarry,
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them? Please read P.1 otherwise you maybe confused…
Yana5-
I hate Dumbledore- join the club
Zwolftd-
'I hope who's done the things like stop mailing to Harry and the Bludger no Dobbby is this story. But who? I hope it's not the same person that imperius Lucius. Oh!Severus you save Harry's little arm before Lockhard ruin his arm to be worst. thank goodness.- Dobby? Dobby knows nothing. Lucius wasn't planning on doing anything with the diary. He sold all of the Dark Artifacts he knew about at Borgin and Burke's. Yes, Severus is the only one Harry trusts besides Narcissa to mend his hurts if he can't be see by his Healer from St. Mungos.
AerynS-
'Question-if Lucius was imperioused, who did it? Could the mysterious "he" have possibly tampered with the bludger? As for the mail, I think Dumbledore had a hand in that. Do wizard's suffer from Alzheimer's Disease?'- Haven't revealed the Imperius caster just yet. Perhaps, they are one and the same. I don't think that Muggle disease can affect wizards. I think Dumbledore is suffering from Pride. He thinks he is the next Merlin, he refuses to admit he makes mistakes or that he broke the law.
Evil Kitty Dictator-
'Hahahaha rejected! When will Lockless get the picture; I bet that even after being hexed he wouldn't understand he's not wanted. That old goat is to senile to run a school.. Can't even get a decent DADA teachrs, well that is until he hired Remus. Poor Harry, at least he got of with only a Broken arm which thanks to papa Sev, is nice and healed. Can't wait foe more.' - Yes rejected. Hexed? He'd just saw he was too slow or the caster got lucky. I don't know about the senile part. He only hires DADA instructors he can manipulate. Judgement on Remus will be reserved until part 3.
Lone-Angel-1992-
'It's not bad, i'm hating ron, which is good. And there is no mention of ginny, so does she have the book?
Makurayami Ookami-
Ch16. 'well written. this is good. I would have the raven's walk out. I can't see them falling for Lockhearts's stupidity long.'
Edit: Part 1 takes place in 1991. Part 2 happens in 1992, my mistake.
Chapter 21- A flooded bathroom, a weeping ghost and a Dark artifact
It was two days before they could visit the first floor girls' bathroom.
Draco and Harry decided to go at night, Blaisé was the only one to sneak away to join them. Fred and George were rather peeved to miss it. They'd spent all of their time when they weren't studying, trying to lighten the mood with jokes and pranks. Well, Hermione being a Muggle-born was more then a little terrified to go into that bathroom if Draco's theory about it being the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was true.
It was just after curfew when they started to head up.
Draco and Harry under the cloak while Blaisé used the Disillusionment charm making their way to the Second floor bathroom.
There was an angry outburst from the floor above reached their ears.
"That's Filch," Draco muttered as they hurried up the stairs and paused, out of sight, listening hard.
"You don't think someone else's been attacked?" Blaisé asked tensely.
They stood still, their heads inclined toward Flich's voice, which sounded quite hysterical.
"Even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! No, this is the final straw, I'm going to McGonagall." His footsteps receded along the out-of-sight corridor and they heard a distant door slam.
They poked their heads around the corner. Filch had clearly been manning his usual lookout post: They were once again on the spot where Mrs. Norris had been attacked. They saw at a glance what Filch had been shouting about. A great flood of water stretched over half the corridor, and it looked as though it was still seeping from under the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Now that Filch had stopped shouting, they could hear a girl's wails echoing off the bathroom walls.
"Is that ghastly noise Myrtle…" Blaisé asked wincing.
They slipped into the bathroom unseen and held their robes over their ankles they stepped through the great wash of water to the door bearing its OUT OF ORDER sign, ignoring, and entered.
Moaning Myrtle was crying, loud and hard, she seemed to be hiding down her usual toilet. It was dark in the bathroom because the candles had been extinguished in the great rush of water that had left both walls and floor soaking wet.
"Are you Moaning Myrtle? What's the matter" Draco asked.
"Who's that…" Myrtle sobbed miserably. "Come to throw something else at me…"
Blaisé snorted as he waded, "Why would I throw something at you?"
"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted, emerging with a wave of yet more water, which splashed onto the already sopping floor. "Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me…"
"But it can't hurt you if someone throws something at you," Draco said reasonably. "I mean, it'd just go right through you, wouldn't it?"
He had said the wrong thing. Myrtle puffed herself up and shrieked, "Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you can get it through her stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head! Well, ha, ha, ha! What a lovely game, I don't think!"
"Who threw it at you, anyway?" Harry asked softly, a sympathetic look on his face. He'd had things through at him, ghost or not it couldn't feel nice.
"I don't know… I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head," said Myrtle, glaring at them. "It's over there, it got washed out…"
Harry, Draco and Blaisé looked under the sink where Myrtle was pointing. A small, thin book lay there. It had a shabby black cover and was as wet as everything else in the bathroom.
Blaisé sniffed, "Don't touch it. It…smells foul."
Draco summoned it.
Harry looked at it, then felt himself get weak and sagged, "Draco…I don't like this thing…"
"It looks familiar. Father had something like this. He kept it locked up, then I saw him take many trips into town to get rid of the Dark Artifacts we had. Someone must have bought it. It's Dark…very dark. How did it get into the school? Why was it thrown in here…" Draco muttered.
It was the beginning of Christmas holidays tomorrow and the school was being closed for the holidays due to the attacks.
It would be Harry's first real Christmas, that made it special.
Draco would ask his father what it was when he saw him…