Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, CharliexBlaise,ViktorxHermione, future BillxFleur. Stalker Ginny! SeamusxColin, AdrianxNeville*hides*
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.
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Chapter 49- Port Keys, the Dark Lord and defying the odds…
Harry felt his feet slam into the ground, and he fell forward without Draco to catch him; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head. "Where are we?"
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around.
They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
"Nope," Harry muttered, gripping his wand tightly. He was looking around the graveyard but it was completely silent and slightly eerie. "This can't be part of the Task." His eyes narrowed, that bastard who impersonated Moody and hurt Draco he did this. He closed his eyes, sending Draco the memory of where they were.
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Draco staggered slightly, "I'm not exactly sure where he is. But he's not in Scotland."
Remus sighed, "If only we had a Potter house elf they could find him."
Blaise grabbed Draco's ring, "I might be able to find him."
"How?"
"If I can reach out to him when I was attacked, I am hoping that I can go to him."
Draco sighed, "Hold on, he opened the connection with me. He can feel me and I can feel him. I maybe able to reach him myself but he's not afraid so I'm not sure It will work."
Blaise grabbed his brother's robe, "you can be dragged through the castle, through impenetrable flames and into a Fidelius charmed home. You don't just need him to be afraid. He needs you. He needs us. I can try to strengthen that bond."
Hermione grabbed Blaisé's arm.
Fred and George latched onto their friends.
"Come on Draco, focus. Clear your mind. It's like Occlumency. You're our link to Harry. Find him and show us the way."
Draco reached out, 'Adder?' the familiar sensation of being pulled back and forth was familiar but the tug of his friends was almost an anchor.
Blaise drew on his magic and used it to bolster Draco's power.
But try as they might, Draco didn't budge and neither did they.
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Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched. "Someone' s coming," he said suddenly. "Take your wand out and stay behind me."
Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was on the tall side, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby… or was it merely a bundle of robes? He got a sense of evil radiating off the bundle.
Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric.
Cedric shot him a quizzical look.
They both turned back to watch the approaching figure. It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.
The sensation grew as the person neared them as he kept Cedric behind him.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
Harry hissed shoving Cedric to the ground, "Stay down." Casting a powerful shield spell behind him, maintaining it would weaken him.
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night:
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light blazed past Harry to where Cedric was, he summoned his cloak and tossed it on the Hufflepuff. "You're dead. Unless you are rescued by my friends."
Cedric was lying still beneath the cloak.
The shield was holding strong and protecting him, only Draco could enter it.
"What the hell do you want? I don't appreciate being dragged halfway around the country at some sorry excuse for a Slytherin's whim." Harry growled, holding his wand tightly.
"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord in such a fashion? You dirty little half-blood!" the shadowy figure yelled.
"I'll talk how I feel. I want nothing to do with the Dark Lord." Harry spun his wand contemptuously. "I want to go back to the castle."
Cedric stared at Harry in shock, what the hell was going on? Who was this man?
Harry glared, "What do you want? I already defeated Barty Crouch Jr. It's your bloody fault I got trapped in this Tournament isn't it?"
The cold high voice that reminded Harry of the one possessing Quirrell spoke again. "You Harry Potter have been invited as a special guest to my rebirth."
"Guest? More like a kidnapping." Harry reached out to Draco, 'The Dark Lord is here. The cup was a portkey. Come quickly. Cedric is under my cloak. Walk until you hit my shield.'
'Dammit Adder, why aren't you shielded?'
How Draco knew that he didn't know, but he needed him, 'I can't maintain two shields yet. Besides, they just tried to kill Cedric. Hurry. If they attack me I have little to use to defend myself.'
"Kidnapping? I suppose you could call it that." The tallish man in the cloak laughed insanely, "My master wants you. He will have you."
'Draco should I let myself be captured? So we can see what they want?' Harry asked, gripping his wand tightly.
'Let yourself be captured? Adder, are you crazy? I'm trying to get there. I don't know where you are.'
'Maybe I am crazy. I trust you Dray. You'll come save me. All of you will.'
The tallish man in the cloak cast, "Expelliarmus. Carpe Retractum." on Harry. The hooded man put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry toward the marble headstone. Harry saw the name upon it flickering in the wandlight before he was forced around and slammed against it.
TOM RIDDLE
Who the hell was Tom Riddle?
The cloaked man was tying Harry to the headstone with the rope that he'd dragged him through the graveyard.
'Dray I'm in a graveyard. Tied to the headstone of a Tom Riddle.' Harry could hear shallow, fast breathing from the depths of the hood; he bit the cloak and tugged, the hood slipped exposing the man's face. The face was familiar; he'd seen this person at Platform 9 ¾ with Nott. Wasn't Nott's dad at the Quidditch World Cup wearing a mask and torturing Muggles? 'Fuck! Dray, I'm in trouble! It's Nott! I'm with Theo's father and the Dark Lord.'
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Draco did his best to try to pinpoint Adder's location but the thought Harry sent him broke his concentration.
'The Dark Lord is here. The cup was a portkey. Come quickly. Cedric is under my cloak. Walk until you hit my shield.'
Draco stiffened, 'Dammit Adder, why aren't you shielded?' how did he know Adder wasn't shielded?
'I can't maintain two shields yet. Besides, they just tried to kill Cedric. Hurry. If they attack me I have little to use to defend myself.'
Draco's eyes flew open casting a privacy charm around his family, "Harry, he's with the Dark Lord and some cloaked person. He's too far away for me to actual see through his eyes. They tried to kill Cedric. Harry cast a shield charm over Cedric and covered him with his cloak. The Cup was a portkey."
Blaise gripped his brother shoulder, "Focus Draco. You can do this. Harry needs us."
'Draco should I let myself be captured? So we can see what they want?'
'Let yourself be captured? Adder, are you crazy? I'm trying to get there. I don't know where you are.' Draco was furious, Harry wasn't afraid. Shit! He couldn't find him. When Adder found him he knew roughly where he was.
'Maybe I am crazy. I trust you Dray. You'll come save me. All of you will.'
'Dray I'm in a graveyard. Tied to the headstone of a Tom Riddle.' Harry sounded worried now.
'Fuck! Dray, I'm in trouble! It's Nott! I'm with Theo's father and the Dark Lord.'
Now Draco was furious, "Nott has my Adder. Dammit. I should have gotten emancipated. I can't kill the bastard. I need to get to him. I want him strong but I want to fight at his side. I can't protect him or help him if I'm not there!"
"Calm down Draco. You're going to upset the babies. Focus. We're running out of time." Blaise said, summoning a mild calming draught and casting it into his brother's stomach.
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'Fuck! Dray, I'm in trouble! It's Nott! I'm with Theo's father and the Dark Lord.'
"You!" he gasped.
But Old Nott, who had finished trying him up, did not reply; he was busy checking the tightness of the cords, his fingers barely trembling over the knots. Once sure that Harry was bound so tightly to the headstone that he couldn't move an inch, Old Nott drew a length of some black material from the inside of his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth; then, without a word, he turned from Harry and hurried away. Harry couldn't make a sound, nor could he see where Old Nott had gone; he couldn't turn his head to see beyond the headstone; he could see only what was right in front of him. He could get free at anytime all he needed was his wand to burn the ropes that bound him to the headstone.
Cedric was lying some twenty feet away beneath his cloak. Some way beyond him, glinting in the starlight, laid the Triwizard Cup. Harry's wand was nowhere to be seen so Old Nott had to have it on his person. The bundle of robes that Harry knew was the Dark Lord was close by, at the foot of the grave. The Dark Lord seemed to be stirring fretfully. Harry watched it, and felt the same gnawing sense of evil from it. Given what he remembered from…he knew that he didn't want to see what was in those robes and he didn't want that bundle opened…
He could hear noises at his feet. He looked down and saw a gigantic snake slithering through the grass, circling the headstone where he was tied. Old Nott's mumbled breathing was growing louder again. It sounded as though he was talking to someone like Crouch had. Then he came back within Harry's range of vision, and Harry saw him pushing a stone cauldron to the foot of the grave. It was full of what seemed to be water - Harry could hear it slopping around - and it was larger than any cauldron Harry had ever used; a great stone belly large enough for a full-grown man to sit in. Rebirth? Oh shit, he'd bitten off more then he could chew. 'Draco. Hurry. I think Old Nott is trying do something to give the Dark Lord either his strength or his body back.'
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Draco was furious Harry let himself be disarmed but he knew from experience if Harry wanted his wand back he'd get it back.
'Draco. Hurry. I think Old Nott is trying do something to give the Dark Lord either his strength or his body back.'
Draco knew he was running out of time to get to Harry. Why did Adder decide to let himself be 'captured'? "Why don't we have a Potter house elf?"
"Can Dobby find him? He's awfully fond of Harry." Narcissa asked.
Draco shrugged, "I don't know. Harry isn't a Malfoy…"
"But he is going to be. You love him and I know you will be Bonded to him soon." Narcissa said hugging her son. "You'll find him. You'll go to him when he needs you most as you always have."
"I want him back. We should have known something like this would happen. Especially after we discovered Barty Crouch Jr. masquerading as Mad-Eye Moody." Draco clenched his fists.
George squeezed Draco's shoulder; "You have to be strong for him. He needs his dragon, you're his rock."
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The thing inside the bundle of robes on the ground was attempting to move more persistently, as though it was trying to free itself. Now Old Nott was busying himself at the bottom of the cauldron with a wand. Suddenly there were crackling flames beneath it. The large snake slithered away into the darkness. The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat very fast. The surface began not only to bubble but it also began to send out fiery sparks, as though it were on fire. Steam was thickening, blurring the outline of Old Nott the fire. The movements beneath the robes became more agitated. And Harry heard the high, cold voice again.
"Hurry!"
The whole surface of the water was alight with sparks now. It might have been encrusted with diamonds.
'Draco! We're running out of time.'
"It is ready Master."
"Now…" said the cold voice.
Old Nott pulled open the robes on the ground, revealing what was inside them, and Harry couldn't hold back a yell but that was strangled in the wad of material blocking his mouth.
It was as though Old Nott had flipped over a stone and revealed something ugly, slimy, and blind but this was a hundred times worse. The thing Old Nott had been carrying had the shape of a crouched human child, except that Harry had never seen anything less like a child. It was hairless and scaly-looking, a dark, raw, reddish black. Its arms and legs were thin and feeble, and its face - no child alive ever had a face like that - flat and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes. This was what a toddler Draco had reduced the Dark Lord to? How the hell was he expected to kill him? This wasn't fair! Why couldn't he be normal? He was too shaken to summon his wand and free himself.
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