Hjerte: This only happens to me
By Duo V.P.V.M.
Chapter 4
The tapping of a pair of heels echoed in the gloomy marble hallway, as a figure moved nimbly to reach its master as quickly as possible.
The large black wooden doors leading to the meeting chamber loomed down the hall, and her steps became faster. It took a moment to calm their breathing before walking through those doors.
With their face up and without losing their composure, they slowly approached their master.
The room was dim, only the fireplace and a couple of candles were burning. The silhouettes of those present were outlined in the stone wall behind a magnificent black leather armchair, in which the greatest dark wizard of all time lay, one hand absently stroking the head of his reptile.
"Wow Bella, finally you deign to appear before my eyes"
"I'm sorry my lord, but it was impossible for me to get here before" the woman whispered, leaning in such a way that her hair touched the dragon skin boots of the man in front of her.
"And can I know the reason for your delay?" Asked the lord, making a face of disgust at the reverence.
A deathly silence reigned in the room waiting for the explanation. Bellatrix Legstrage weighed the possibilities, if she informed the lord about her failure she would be entitled to a torture session, but if she did not do it and her lord discovered everything, death was assured.
"My lord, during the attack I managed to find the boy," the black-haired woman started "but ... but someone prevented me from bringing him in her presence."
The dark lord's cold gaze rested on her and she felt as if an electric shock spread through her body, he braced herself for what came next.
"Who?" whispered the man
"Who, my lord?" Bella questioned.
"Who stopped you from bringing him? Don't tell me that the kid got rid of you by himself because if that's the case, you're more incompetent than I thought Bella." hinted the Slytherin heir with a macabre grin on his face
"Draco Malfoy," whispered the black-haired woman.
A thunderous laugh rose from the Lord's throat, seconded by the rest of the Death Eaters.
"Draco Malfoy? Come on Bella, you can come up with something better than that." Said one of the hooded men.
The woman gave him a murderous look.
"Bella, Bella, Bella, you deserve to die immediately for insinuating that the son of my faithful Lucius has betrayed me," Voldemort spoke with a tone that prevented any objection. "Why did you decide to accuse your nephew of such slander?"
"I saw it, my lord. He came between me and the Potter brat. He even attacked Greyback."
"Attack Greyback? That's crazy" one of the Death Eaters snapped.
"Shut your fucking mouth ! What I say is true, my lord. The brat attacked Greyback and left him dying. I left his body near the battle site" Bellatrix spoke desperately. If her Lord didn't believe her, she was dead.
"What you're saying is serious, Bella. Lucius is my right hand. His family has done everything for the cause. Why should little Draco betray his family?" Voldemort seemed calm, but he was slowly losing his patience and the coldness of his voice gave him away.
Bellatrix shifted fearfully, knowing that her next words might be her last.
"I'm not sure, but I know that Potter has something to do with it. I can find out if you will allow me, my lord."
Seeing the woman trembling with fear pleased the lord tremendously. "Very good Bella, you have a week to give me something, whatever. You arrive empty-handed again and you will never see the light of day again."
"Thank you, thank you, my lord, I swear I will get the evidence" the black-haired woman released in a cry of joy, getting up to leave the room.
"Wait a second Bellatrix" the man whistled "You still have to face the punishment for failing to bring the boy to me"
"My lord?" She asked, confused.
"Crucio !" The beam of light shot out, hitting her square in the chest.
All that was heard in the room for the next hour was the piercing screams of Bellatrix Lestrange.
-D & H-
He opened his eyes, scared. The vision still playing in his head vividly.
Slowly, he sat up on the soft bed of the infirmary, taking his glasses from the bedside table.
He frowned trying to remember the damn dream as much as possible. Little by little the details of the dream became clearer. He needed to tell Dumbledore now.
He looked down at the continuous stretcher. Malfoy rested peacefully thanks to the presence of his Hjerte.
Careful not to wake him up, he set his feet on the cold floor of the infirmary and headed for the director's office. He was grateful that he had learned practically all the passageways that led to his destiny, as it would have been disastrous to confront Finch or his cat and that these in turn had caused a ruckus that would reach the ears of the blond Slytherin. He didn't want to accept it but the new overprotective attitude of the Veela, although adorable most of the time, scared him from time to time.
"Pumpkin pie" he whispered to the phoenix statue, which immediately gave way.
His gaze fell on the sturdy wooden door that separated him from the old director's office, at that moment he remembered that it was surely very early in the morning and the man would not be awake. Even so, he lightly knocked on the door, he really needed to tell him the vision before any details got lost.
He was already starting to turn around to head back to the infirmary when the sound of the door opening stopped his footsteps.
The room was the same as ever, with the pictures of the old directors on the walls, who were peacefully asleep. In the middle of the room, a large handcrafted wooden desk carved and polished separated him from the current headmaster of Hogwarts; Albus Dumbledore. Which looked at him with a smile, while he savored what would surely be a lemon candy.
"Harry, come in, make yourself comfortable" indicated the man pointing to the chair in front of him
"I ... I'm sorry if I woke you up, sir." The boy apologized looking at the ground.
"oh, you didn't wake me up ! In fact, I had insomnia and I preferred to do something useful and came to work a little on the paperwork" indicated the headmaster, lifting the papers that he was holding in his hands.
A little calmer, the green-eyed man took a seat in front of the old man, who continued to smile at him as always.
"Sir, I …" hesitated for a second, He didn't know how well the headmaster was going to take the fact that his oclumency classes weren't working "I ... I had a dream, sir.
"What kind of dream Harry?" Dumbledore questioned
"I dreamed of Voldemort, his last meeting with the Death Eaters to be more precise"
"Wow, Severus was not called for any meeting, I will have to inform him about this so that he is more careful." thought the old wizard "And do you remember exactly what happened? It doesn´t matter that it is not everything ... any detail can help.
"It was Bellatrix, she went with Voldemort to inform him of Greyback's death. She accused Malfoy of treason." The brunette announced "Voldemort did not seem to believe her, but he gave her permission to investigate and take evidence. I'm afraid he'll find out what Malfoy is."
Dumbledore took a long look at the boy who had become part of his family. Harry seemed more concerned about young Malfoy than the reason he had a vision of Tom again.
"Do not worry Harry, I will reinforce the security of the castle and we will monitor the communication channels, although it may be appropriate to notify the Malfoys and ask them to keep this fact a secret. Maybe if you ask Draco, he could agree not to attract too much attention. '' Said the old wizard while an enigmatic smile appeared on his lips
"Sure, leave the whole mess to me. Let Harry take care of the jealous Veela, after all, he does nothing to me because I am his Hjerte. Yes, of course, the one who has to put up with his overprotection is me. '' Thought the brunette without taking his eyes off the director.
"Okay professor, I'll talk to Malfoy about keeping up appearances, but I'm not sure if he will agree." The boy finally spoke.
Ending the conversation, the minor returned to his bed in the tower bedroom, forgetting about the sleeping beauty that was waiting for him in the infirmary.
-D & H-
Ronald Weasley was a sleepy boy, and he knew it. He had never been able to wake up early, not even when he was a baby.
That's why when he went to Hogwarts no one thought it weird that he had to be woken up by one of his friends to get to breakfast on time.
Even during his free time, he liked to spend the hours reclining on the comfortable sofa in front of the fireplace in the common room or in his bedroom hugging the pillow, listening to whatever was happening outside his window.
So when he woke up that day, looking at Dean's clock, which read seven in the morning, he wondered what the hell had woken him up.
Annoyed by the interruption of his sleep, which was quite pleasant, he huddled again seeking to return to the arms of Morpheus. Action totally failed thanks to the clatter that was heard seconds later.
Grunting, he shifted his body to investigate what it was that was preventing him from returning to the dream world. The terrible sound kept repeating itself in front of his window and it seemed that none of his companions had noticed it because the curtains on the beds were still closed, including those of Harry, who was in the infirmary.
With a quick movement, he opened the window, thus preventing the imposing gray Owl from hitting the glass again for an answer. The magnificent animal entered through the window and settled gracefully on the head of his bed, without taking his gaze from the redhead, who remained astonished.
The owl did not seem happy to be kept waiting and the reproach in his eyes was evident, so the boy decided to reassure him.
"I was asleep," the blue-eyed said as an excuse, hoping that with that the bird would stop looking at him "ugly".
The animal only hooted, gently raising its left paw, so that the human in front of it realized the reason for his visit.
Hands shaking, afraid the owl might decide to eat his fingers for the delay, Ron untied the small package wrapped in cobalt blue paper. As soon as his burden was released, the precious owl flew over the room, to perch on Harry's bedpost.
"Are you staying?" Asked the redhead confused.
The animal only looked at him for a few seconds and then hid his head under his wing.
"Okay, you can stay, although I don't know why you want to if it's just a short time for breakfast." the boy muttered between yawns. He stared at the package for a second before deciding to get some more sleep and then have time to see what it was about.
He snuggled into the sheets, and with one last breath, he lost himself in the realm of dreams.
-D & H-
Calm reigned in the corridors of the old castle, as if not a soul existed. It even seemed that the attack the day before had not occurred, since most of the inhabitants of the place remained asleep in their bedrooms or in the classrooms set up for first-year students who had yet to be selected.
Only a few teachers and the nurse were preparing to start the day quietly, or so they believed until a roar broke that tranquility.
The most affected by the sound was the poor nurse, who almost had a heart attack when the heartbreaking scream came from the infirmary.
She quickly ran in the direction of the place, looking for the cause of that commotion. She was surprised to see much of the infirmary in a mess and one of her patients banging madly on the door.
"Give it back to me ! It's mine!" Shouted the Slytherin as he pounded on the door in an attempt to get out of the place.
"Mr. Malfoy, what do you think you´re doing?" The woman scolded him, trying to stay firm although fear ran through her body when facing the Veela.
The silver gaze moved in her direction, chilling her. She quickly looked for the blond's Hjerte, he was the only one who could reassure him in that state. To her surprise, she found no sign of the boy who lived.
"Mr. Malfoy, where is Potter?" She asked with increasing concern.
The Veela only narrowed his eyes at the Hjerte's mention of him, growling more audibly.
"Give it back to me," the blonde whispered dangerously.
"Mr. Malfoy, I have no idea where your Hjerte is, but I will ask you to calm down so I can investigate what happened." The woman's fear was already palpable, even her wand was trembling, ready to defend herself against it.
At a new growl from the Slytherin, the nurse reflexively opened the door, giving Draco a chance to escape.
The last thing she saw of the blond man was a wicked smile peeking across his lips as he slipped out the door.
-D & H-
A couple of floors up, more specifically in the Gryffindor tower. The day started like any other in the sixth-grade boys' room.
Ron's snoring filled the room, Dean muttering a thing or two about soccer while Seamus threw his kicks in a bad attempt to silence the noise out of his bed. Neville, on the other hand, had been more practical, applying a silencing spell around his bed.
All this was interrupted when a girl with somewhat tangled brown hair entered the room and with a wave of her wand applied still sonorous to her voice.
"Wake up !" Hermione yelled with all her might, seeing her scream multiplied by the force of the spell.
The reactions were not expected. The redhead jumped out of his bed, scared. Young Thomas yelled, opening his eyes slightly and Finnigan tied a pillow that was dodged with great skill by the girl.
Only Neville was unfazed.
The brunette laughed as she conjured a finite to wake up the Longbottom boy.
"What the hell!?" Ron yelled, annoyed by the abrupt interruption of his sleep.
"Time to get up" said the girl calmly as she slowly removed the still sleeping. "Come on Nev, it's time to wake up."
The boy stirred, pushing Hermione a little, who fell down sitting on the next bed that was Harry's. It was there that she realized the brunette was asleep.
"Harry !" she yelled angrily "if you were here you should have warned us. Do not think that you save yourself from getting up."
The green-eyed man poked his sleepy face through the curtains of his bed, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to stay awake.
"Mione, don't yell like that. I heard you the first time, you know?" the black-haired man replied in a drowsy voice.
" Well, you must have shown signs of life. Now everyone to the bathroom. If you are not in the common room in twenty minutes, rest assured that I will come and drag you away, no matter the state you are." With this last threat, the girl quickly left the place.
" Why do we have to get up early if it's Saturday? - Asked Ronald annoyed
" I think it is because there will be a selection ceremony today at breakfast - Neville announced who was already heading to the bathroom.
The showers in the fourth grade were three, which was perfect enough on any given day, but on a day like that, in which they had to be ready as soon as possible it was a group agreement that the first to enter the showers could bathe alone, the rest had to share.
Ron and Harry entered the cubicle and resigned to sharing the shower.
"auch !" The redhead complained when his leg hit the wall for the little space - my leg still hurts, according to Pomfrey by tomorrow it should have stopped hurting, but while it is a nuisance.
"I don't know what you're complaining about, my arm is half asleep because of Bellatrix," the green-eyed growled, rubbing his arm.
"Hahaha, if you're like this because of a cut, I don't want to imagine how Malfoy woke up'' Weasley laughed cynically.
It was precisely thanks to Ron's comment that the feeling that something was being forgotten disappeared. His face turned white and his expression presented all the terror he felt.
"Oh my Merlin !" He yelled, stumbling out of the showers, and looking for his clothes.
The rest of his companions looked at each other confused to follow him a couple of seconds later, finding the brunette dressing at impressive speed.
"Hey Harry, what's the hurry?" Dean asked, worried.
The last of the Potters looked at his companions with his big green eyes full of fear. It was not fear for himself but for what the Veela could do, he still remembered the remains of Fenrir Greyback.
"I have to get out fast," he said on the run, putting on his socks.
"but why?" questioned Seamus
"It's Malfoy" Looking at the faces of confusion, he clarified "I left Malfoy in the infirmary last night, without warning or anything."
"What does that have to do with your rush?" Neville inquired
Ron, who had been quiet since they came out of the showers, decided to join in with a yell.
"It's a VEELA !" That scream was as surprised by the discovery of it as the rest of the occupants of the room.
The green-eyed man nodded as he put on his tie.
"But what has to ... unless you ... oh by Morgana ! Harry, are you his Hjerte?" Poor Neville was so shocked that most of his talking had not been understood.
"Apparently yes, the problem is that Malfoy is not a normal Veela, he is an Alpha, the first in years and he is not very good at controlling himself" the brunette finished explaining.
As the rest looked at each other, seeking recognition and answers, Harry's mind was a veritable scream of alarm.
"Hell, no one was supposed to find out about Malfoy's condition. Now how do I keep them from telling the rest of the student body?" thought the green-eyed man wanting to pull his hair out of his clumsiness.
A few steps abruptly interrupted the environment.
"Harry ! Harry !" Hermione yelled too upset to like the brunette.
"Mione? What happened?" asked Ron
"Th ... it's Malfoy, he's outside the common room. The fat lady had to flee from the painting because he was pounding on the entrance" she explained nervously.
The mind of the last of the Potters was blanketed as he ran in terror toward the entrance to the common room.
A good group of students were milling around there, listening to Malfoy's screams along with the blows he was throwing at the painting, which if it hadn't been spellbound would have been a pile of splinters.
"Give it back to me ! It's mine!" Draco said loudly, but his voice seemed much hoarse than normal, he imagined that he had been screaming like that for a long time. A chill ran through his body imagining how he had left the infirmary.
"Get away from the door !" Harry ordered "I want everyone to listen to me w, I am going to open" Several students looked at him scared "He will not hurt you, but I need everyone to go if not to their bedrooms, as far as they can of the door, is it clear?" They all headed farthest, leaving Harry alone.
He took a couple of breaths to stop the nervousness that washed over him and then opened the portrait.
The image that greeted him was the same as in the forest when he had attacked Greyback, only cleaner.
"Draco" He whispered, calling him
The blonde raised his head at the sound of his voice, the silver gaps focused on him, scanning him for damage.
"Draco," the brunette said more calmly, smiling a little. Then he had a Veela hugging him like his life depended on it.
"I'm fine, nobody took me, nor did they hurt me," he said softly caressing the back of the tallest
"Mine" released the veela, strengthening its grip
"Yes, yours" Harry conceded even without knowing very well what external force had motivated him to say that.
He watched the mess Draco made. There were holes in the walls, there were chunks of stone all over the floor, and he didn't want to imagine how the fat lady's portrait had turned out.
"Oh by all the gods !" The green-eyed shouted, "Couldn't you make less of a mess?"
"And you couldn't stop disappearing without warning?" Malfoy's much calmer voice reached his ears, although the gravity in his voice persisted from the wear and tear.
The youngest parted to see the Veela's face. The silver gaze had regained his humanity and showed anger and mockery at the same time.
"This year is definitely going to be a long one," Harry thought with a resigned sigh, he managed to convince Draco to apologize to the fat lady.