Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.3
Pairing: DracoxHarry, OliverxPercy,
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?
TheIrisHeart-
'haha love these stories! way too adorable. keep up the good work! xD can't wait for your interpretation of this book. xD' - Thank you.
bunny109-
'it was great l like snape as deputy headmaster' - He deserves it...he maybe tough but he does care for the students.
Evil Kitty Dictator-
'And another chapter roles by with the gay pride parade right behind it. Embrace the rainbow Molly cause your kids are tasting it, and believe me they love it. ;) This is another good chapter in a series of awesomeness, I can't wait for more. I love how all three of the Weasleys came out of the closet, and that little clue at the end about Draco and his coming out. Its funny because hes so focused on Harry he doesn't really notice his sexuality or just ignores it. Haha. ^-^ ' - I liked the parade lols. I would feel sorry for her but she is oblivious. She reminds me of my grandmother... "This is another good chapter in a series of awesomeness" I love you. Molly might eventually come around to Percy but I doubt she'll approve of the twin's love life. Draco is too focused on keeping Harry safe. He's ignoring it, what does he think Soul-bonded means? Poor Hermione...I think she's surrounded by bent wizards...
littleone229-
'I love these stories so far. I think that Severus and Lupin would make a good couple.' - Remus has his own scars and he would be the only one who could accept Severus'. Besides, who else will brew the complex Wolfsbane potion?
Notes: Any objection to Remus having a crush on Severus? I think I have three votes for a RemusxSeverus relationship...
Chapter 4- Dementor on a Train
Harry had begged to avoid the train, he wanted to just arrive through the floo from their house but Papa Sev insisted he arrive with the other students.
Harry clung to Draco's hand, now he not only had the Dark Lord after him but he also had his godfather who wanted him dead.
Percy and Oliver had Apparated from the manor an hour ago with their trunks.
They all portkeyed to Platform Nine and Three Quarters; with two fifth years and four third years Apparating was too difficult.
There were hugs and handshakes from Lucius and Narcissa wishing them a good term.
"Hermione dear, I had the house elves pack you a lunch. Don't let the boys eat too much candy. They do have quite the sweet tooth."
"I'll do my best Lady Malfoy." Hermione took the basket, her shrunken trunk in her pocket and the wicker basket with a very disgruntled Crookshanks in her other hand.
Severus would see them in a few hours…
There were dark looks at their group from Nott and Ron…
Ginny seemed torn about whether or not to approach them.
But Molly Weasley didn't seem very happy to see her sons…
Percy and Oliver were probably with the prefects and the Head Girl.
Fred and George disappeared into the train to find Lee, they had to plan pranks for the next year. Just because they were top of their year didn't mean they couldn't have some fun.
So that left Draco, Harry, Blaisé and Hermione to find their own compartment.
Draco was rather annoyed to find not one empty compartment, the closest to empty they found was at the very end of the train.
This had only one occupant, a man sitting fast asleep on the floor next to the window. Harry, Draco, Blaisé and Hermione huddled together on the threshold. The Hogwarts Express was usually reserved for students and they had never seen an adult there before, besides the witch who pushed the food cart of course.
The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with gray.
"Wonder who that is…" Draco muttered quietly as they sat down and slid the door shut, taking the seats farthest away from the window.
"Professor R. J. Lupin." Blaisé replied at once.
"How'd you know that?" Hermione asked.
"It's on his case," Blaisé replied, pointing at the luggage rack over the man's head, where there was a small, battered case held together with a large quantity of neatly knotted string. The name Professor R. J. Lupin was stamped across one corner in peeling letters.
"Wonder what he teaches…" Harry asked, frowning at Professor Lupin's pallid profile. Was the professor sick?
"That's obvious," Hermione whispered. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Actually, since Professor Kettleburn resigned and Professor McGonagall was promoted there are three vacancies; Defense, Magical Creatures and Transfiguration." Draco corrected her.
Blaisé sighed, "I wish I could teach the Transfiguration class…."
"Well, I hope he's up to it," Hermione said doubtfully. "He looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesn't he…"
Draco wasn't so sure, this Lupin looked better then Uncle Sev did beneath his robes and he was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt.
He might not be very good company, but Professor Lupin's presence in their compartment had its uses. Mid-afternoon, just as it had started to rain, blurring the rolling hills outside the window, they heard footsteps outside in the corridor again, and their least favorite person appeared at the door: Ron Weasley.
Professor Lupin gave a snort.
"Who's that?" Ron said, taking an automatic step backward as he spotted Lupin.
"New teacher," Blaisé said, who got to his feet, too, in case he needed to hold Draco back from trying to throttle Weasley. "What were you saying, Weasley?"
Weasley's pale eyes narrowed; he wasn't fool enough to pick a fight right under a teacher's nose.
"What's that noise?" Blaisé asked suddenly.
A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. They looked all around the compartment.
Crookshank hissed in his basket.
"It's coming from your trunk, Harry," Draco said, standing up and reaching into the luggage rack. A moment later he had pulled the Pocket Sneakoscope out from between Harry's robes. It was spinning very fast in the palm of Draco's hand and glowing brilliantly.
"Is that a Sneakoscope?" said Hermione interestedly, standing up for a better look."Stick it back in the trunk," Hermione advised as the Sneakoscope whistled piercingly, "or it'll wake him up." She nodded toward Professor Lupin.
Draco stuffed the Sneakoscope into the pocket of Harry's velvet dressing gown, which deadened the sound, then closed the lid of the trunk on it.
"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade," Draco, sitting back down. "They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, magical instruments and stuff. I'm sure I overheard someone discussing it."
"Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain —"
"Yeah, I think it is," Draco in an offhand sort of way. "but that's not why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honeydukes!"
"What's that?" said Hermione.
"It's this sweetshop," Blaisé said, a dreamy look coming over his face, "where they've got everything… Pepper Imps — they make you smoke at the mouth — and great fat Chocoballs full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream, and really excellent sugar quills, which you can suck in class and just look like you're thinking what to write next–"
"But Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione pressed on eagerly. "In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack's supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain —"
"– and massive sherbet balls that make you levitate a few inches off the ground while you're sucking them," Blaisé continued, who was obviously not listening what Hermione was saying.
Hermione looked around at Harry. "Won't it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore Hogsmeade?" then she bit her lip, "Sorry, I forgot…it will be a while before you can go…"
"Sorry, when we did will on our studies as children Uncle Sev would reward us with candy from Honeydukes. I was looking forward to going but I don't want to leave Adder alone. Sneaking him out is too dangerous and it could get Uncle Sev in trouble."
Hermione was fumbling with the straps of Crookshanks's basket as she spoke, Crookshanks leapt lightly from the basket, stretched, yawned, and sprang onto Blaisé's knees.
Professor Lupin stirred. They watched him apprehensively, but he simply turned his head the other way, mouth slightly open, and slept on.
The Hogwarts Express moved steadily north and the scenery outside the window became wilder and darker while the clouds overhead thickened overhead. People were chasing backwards and forwards past the door of their compartment. Crookshanks had now settled in an empty seat.
At one o'clock the plump witch with the food cart arrived at the compartment door.
"Do you think we should wake him up…" Harry asked softly, looking at Professor Lupin. "He looks like he's missed a few meals…" he knew what that was like
Hermione approached Professor Lupin cautiously. "Er — Professor?" she said. "Excuse me — Professor?"
He didn't move.
"Don't worry, dear," said the witch, as she handed Blaisé a large stack of cauldron cakes. "If he's hungry when he wakes, I'll be up front with the driver."
"I suppose he is asleep?" Draco asked quietly, as the witch slid the compartment door closed. "I mean — he hasn't died, has he?"
"No, no, he's breathing," Blaisé whispered, taking the cauldron cake Harry passed her.
But Professor Lupin was still fast asleep a couple hours later.
The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering gray, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, but still, Professor Lupin slept.
"We must be nearly there," Blaisé said, leaning forward to look past Professor Lupin at the now completely black window.
The words had hardly left him when the train started to slow down.
"Great," Draco said, getting up and walking carefully past Professor Lupin to try and see outside. "I'm starving. I want to get to the feast…"
"We can't be there yet," said Hermione, checking her watch.
"Why are we stopping…" Harry asked quietly.
The train was getting slower and slower. As the noise of the pistons fell away, the wind and rain sounded louder than ever against the windows.
Hermione, who was nearest the door, got up to look into the corridor. All along the carriage, heads were sticking curiously out of their compartments.
The train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks. Then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness.
"What's going on?" Blaisé's voice came from Harry's left. "Don't move…I'm the only one who can see…"
"Ouch!" gasped Hermione. "That was my foot!"
Blaisé felt his way back to his seat. "D'you think we've broken down?"
"Don't think so…" Hermione said quietly.
There was a squeaking sound, and Blaisé saw their dim black outlines, Draco was wiping a patch clean on the window and trying to peer out.
"There's something moving out there," Draco said. "I think someone is coming aboard…I have a bad feeling…"
"Quiet!" said a hoarse voice suddenly. Professor Lupin appeared to have woken up at last.
Harry could hear movements in his corner.
None of them spoke.
There was a soft, crackling noise, and a shivering light filled the compartment. Professor Lupin appeared to be holding a handful of flames. They illuminated his tired, gray face, but his eyes looked alert and wary.
"Stay where you are." he said in the same hoarse voice, and he got slowly to his feet with his handful of fire held out in front of him.
But the door slid slowly open before Lupin could reach it.
Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Lupin's hand, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood. Harry's eyes darted downward, and what he saw made his stomach contract and he went groping for Draco. There was a hand protruding from the cloak and it was glistening, grayish, slimy-looking, and scabbed, like something dead that had decayed in water…
But it was visible only for a split second. As though the creature beneath the cloak sensed Harry's gaze, the hand was suddenly withdrawn into the folds of its black cloak.
And then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.
An intense cold swept over them all.
Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest, the cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart…
Harry's eyes rolled up into his head, he was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder…
And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but couldn't… a thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him —
"Harry! Adder! Wake up…you're scaring me…"
Draco was upset…that pulled Harry back…
"W-what?" Harry opened his eyes; there were lanterns above him, and the floor was shaking — the
Hogwarts Express was moving again and the lights had come back on. He seemed to have slid out of his seat onto the floor and he was now in Draco's lap.
"Severus was right…he told me I had to be here. I shudder to think what might have happened if I wasn't here. I owled him…"
"He used Artemis…Adder…what happened…"
"Cold…so cold Draco…"
Draco held him close. "How do you know Uncle Sev…"
"We were school mates. I was a Prefect with Lily. My name is Remus Lupin, I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He told me to be here today and ride the train just in case." he pulled down his suitcase and dug out a large chocolate bar and broke it into pieces, "You should all eat some of this. It's Honeyduke's finest."
They accepted the chocolate.
Blaise sniffed it and took a bite.
It was clue enough that it was safe.
"Pulling over the Hogwarts' Express. I've never heard of something that foolish. Dementors and children don't mix. I hope I've proved myself…Rest now. I'm going to see how long until we reach the castle."
Apologies for the messed ch.3 I don't know what happened. *facepalm*
Hiding from my paper again...
I hope i did this key event well...
I'll go back to my English paper now and pretend I wasn't writing this instead when my paper is due at 9:15 am.