The Kindly Ones

Kindly Ones

Chapter Eleven

I see trouble on the way.

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\"Of course, just because we\'ve heard a spine-chilling, blood-curdling scream of the sort to make your very marrow freeze in your bones doesn\'t automatically mean there\'s anything wrong.\"
-- (Terry Pratchett, Soul Music)



Fawkes sat on a perch in Albus Dumbledore’s office. It was a special fire proof perch especially made for the phoenix. With his head tucked under a wing, his little snores were the only noise in the dark room. For various reasons he no longer slept in the same room as Dumbledore, the phoenix protested that the old wizard snored like a freight train and many years ago had settled for sleeping at least 100 meters and several feet thick stone walls away.

The phoenix was having a lovely dream; a hundred naked nubile girls were feeding him cherries, and strawberries. Fawkes was a dirty old bird and Dumbledore and tried to cure him of his little habits. But the female prefect’s for the past twenty years all thought there was a Phoenix statue in their bathroom. Happily waffling under his wing he was very annoyed when angry voices outside the office woke him up.

\"Right, we’re here, now give me the cloak and I’ll go back to my room.\"

\"Bugger off, we need to tell Dumbledore.\"

\"What don’t you tell Dumbledore? I bet after every wet dream you come up here and pour your poor little Gryffindor heart out.\"

\"Just shut up, Malfoy. I’m not the one who appeared on someone else\'s bed. . . . .Now that I think about it, What’s with that?\"

\"It’s nothing to do with you Potter!\"

\"It was my bed you ended up on.\" The argument downstairs went on for a few more minutes before the boys realised that no one was coming down.

The phoenix, smirked, or at least it would have if it could. What did the two boys expect? It was 2o’clock in the morning and they thought Dumbledore was going to pull his wrinkly old arse out of bed for them to complain to?. He was in bed dreaming of sherbet lemons, most likely. The dirty old man!

At the bottom of the steps both boys had reached the ends of their ropes. They had been stuck together for the past two hours which was longer than they ever had been before and neither was having a bonding moment. The blood that had once been red and sticky was now brown and dry making both boys look like victims of a food fight in a slaughter yard.

After narrowly escaping detentions from the faculty, they were not happy people.

\"You know Malfoy; I have this bottle I really think you should open.\"

\"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?\"

Harry could feel his hair moving under his hat, it was weird and sighed.

\"Malfoy, grow up...Wanker\"

\"I’m not the one who thinks his shit doesn’t stink.\"

\"This is getting us nowhere. Stuff it! let’s forget this ever happened, and go back to bed.\" Draco perked up.

\"Fine, yes let’s.\" Both boys turned in opposite directions, and went their separate ways, Harry keeping his cloak. Only to hear a scrambling noise behind him and a yelp.

\"What the hell have you done, Potter?\" Turning quickly Harry saw Malfoy down on his hands and knees one hand clutching at the clutching the cobblestones, the other scrambling at his neck.


\"What’s wrong this time? I thought we were just going to forget tonight ever happened.\" He started walking down the hallway again. Only to hear scrabbling and a short scream. Malfoy was several meters down the hall, exactly as far away from Harry as when the Gryffindor had started walking.

\"Okay, now you’re just being a pain.\"

\"Potter I can’t get away from you, just shut up, and stop walking, your choking me.\"

Looking at the Slytherin Harry saw that he must have fallen forwards and without warning landed on his face, smashing his nose open on the hard stone floor.

He started walking backwards away from Draco to see that, with every footstep, Draco was dragged along with him, head first. Harry dropped his head on his chest and closed his eye, he brought his fingers up and pressed down hard on his eye lids. Little blue and red spots danced in front of his sight as he yelled. \"Why is it all ways me?\" the sound echoed in the empty halls, along with Draco’s little pants of pain.

He just wanted a normal year, but then normal for him probably did involve flying monkey’s. Every year something happened and no one asked him, ‘Oh Harry would you like a holiday?’ or ‘How about you skip the exams this year, as you’ve just killed a Dark Lord.’ They expect him to be this wonderful saviour but at the same time act like a normal teen.

‘Normal teen’ that has got to be an oxymoron. Added to all this was learning at some time in his family tree someone had decide to cross pollinate. There were not enough words to describe what he wanted to do to who acted like he should be pleased with his place in this world.

After a few minutes Harry walked slowly back to the Slytherin. \"Do you have any idea what’s going on?\" He sounded cold and quiet. Everything for another minute was being carefully bottled up.

Draco sighed resignedly as he stood up and dusted his pants down, which didn’t really help seeing they were covered in dried blood any way.

\"No I haven’t the foggiest. This night just keeps getting better, doesn’t it scar face.\" Harry chose to ignore the insult for once and scratched his head.

\"I think maybe I might have an idea of what’s causing some of this. maybe.\" ‘And, it’s called Potter’s luck, if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong.’

Draco moved quickly and grabbed the front of Harry’s pyjamas and scowled.

\"I knew it. It’s always your fault!\"

Ripping the hands off his shirt Harry’s anger rose, through the careful no feeling he had pulled into place. \"I’m not to blame for anything! It can’t always be my fault.\" The end of the sentence was less of a statement and more like a question. Unspoken were the words ’can it.’

Draco grabbed Harry’s right arm which he was pointing at the blonde. \"You’re always at the centre of some great cock up. Perfect Potter, can do no wrong, is always right and comes out smelling of roses.\" Harry tried to wrench his arm out of Draco’s grasp. Harry’s fist clenched and he brought it up to Draco’s face.

\"Far be it from me to tell you, but you are not the centre of the universe the sun and the stars do not revolve around your big head.\"

With some effort Harry brought his free arm up and grabbed Draco’s hand to rip it off him. He gasped when Draco kept talking. \"Oh no, you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on; I don\'t want to have to follow you around like some sycophant Gryffindor.\"

Ripping the hand off him, Harry turned to try walking away and found that Draco had brought his arm around his neck in a choke hold. The Slytherin had snapped.

\"This is all your fault, I’m covered in blood, my nose is broken, I’m cold, and tired, and I can’t get away from you!\"

Harry choked as Draco tried to strangle him. Under his breath the blonde began muttering. \"I’ll give you bloody flying monkeys.\"

With the tightening of Draco’s fingers, Harry’s face went red and his fingers scrambled at his throat. Draco kneed the Gryffindor in the back making black spots dance in front of his eyes. Gasping, Harry couldn’t breathe.

Now Harry had not had a good summer, he hadn’t had a good year, and he certainly wasn’t having a good night. As he felt Draco’s finger tighten around his neck all he could think of was that for once everything hadn\'t been his fault; he hadn’t gone anywhere or touched anything that wasn\'t his. It wasn’t for once, his fault.

The injustice of the statement and to have Draco Malfoy, stuck with him was the last straw. Something snapped inside his mind at that moment and a door he didn’t know existed was unlocked.

A part of his Erinyes’ heritage came to the front. And a bright blue flame flared through his mind. Bringing a hand up Draco’s choke hold Harry wrenched Draco’s right hand away from his neck.
And moved so quickly that before Draco knew it he was held down on his knees with his arm behind it back, behind him Harry held his face close to Draco’s blood crusted ear.

\"You’ve been very bad haven’t you? I can smell every lie, every untruth, everything that has made your soul a little dirtier.\" While in another time and place having someone whisper that in his ear would have thrilled Draco, Harry’s voice was cold and sibilant and made ice stream down his spine, as all anger left his body.


\"When you were three years old you broke you mother’s pearl necklace and blamed it on the house elf Tibby, when you were twelve and a half you broke a promise to Millicent Bulstrode that you would
go out with her to your Christmas Ball.\" Harry drew a deep breath and sniffed.


Draco felt Harry’s warm breath on his ear, and shivered.

\"You are so very lucky, Malfoy, That that is all you have done.\" Harry could see everything Draco had done every time he lied, stole, and broke a promise. It was all so petty and pathetic.

Blue flames were shinning in front of his eyes and left him with and overwhelming urge to hurt and teach this young fool a lesson. The Slytherin was a relatively good person. Looking down he
could smell the faint taint in the boy, it made his gums ache and without thinking Harry acted, biting on Draco’s shoulder, near his face, and breaking the skin.

Draco was freaking out. One minute he had been relieving all his pent up anger by throttling that inane Gryffindor, and then the little bastard had him on his knees.

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This night had to end soon. Potter’s breath made Draco’s skin crawl, but what was worse was he didn’t hate the feeling, just the person standing behind him.

What drivel was Potter going on about now; how did he know these thing’s that even he had trouble remembering. Damn Gryffindor, it just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Harry new presence was making his mind jump. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and could feel the wet warmth of Harry’s mouth on his skin. ‘Oh great! The freak just bit him.’ With that though the Prince of Slytherin fainted.

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As Draco slipped from consciousness. Harry’s willpower slid back into play. He could taste rich dark chocolate in his mouth, and could feel leather in his left hand. Blue flame faded from his eyes and he
could see clearly again.

He had just bitten Draco Malfoy, his blood was in his mouth, he told himself to spit it out and throw up, but he could not control himself and swallowed the little blood inside his mouth. He enjoyed the taste of Draco’s blood.

Noticing an object in his left hand he looked down; it was the whip he had first found in his grandmothers box. ‘Podargo’ or something. Funky genetics\' strikes again. If he had a time machine and a shot gun, things would be very different.

Draco had slumped at his feet and the strand of leather surrounded his unconscious face. For some reason Harry just wanted to take the Slytherin to a warm dark place and never leave again.
Sighing Harry struck the side of Draco’s head a few time’s and winced when he remembered he had just broken his nose. Second night back to Hogwarts and he was going to visit the hospital ward. That might be a new record for him.

He was definitely going to sit down with those papers and whatever the hell he could find in the library, and find out any more information about Erinyes. For all he knew, if he didn’t watch out he might end up standing on the teachers table and dancing the Macarena in his togs. Making sure not to shake the Slitheryn’s head or jar his face in any way, Harry carefully unwound the six metres long whip.

Called a bullwhip in some countries, it felt like cow leather but different; hints of red struck through the bound handle and it’s long braided length. At the top of the handle a silver cuff sat, etched in to the metal two gorgons’ sat, their snake bound tresses and frightful faces appropriate for a whip of an Erinyes.

It was a larger version of that which he had found in in his grandmother’s gift to him. It had appeared before the blue flame had obscured his sight, wrapping around Draco’s neck. It had not wanted him to part from the Slytherine.

The leather felt warm in his hand. He finally wrapped in around his upper arm and had it hang down covered by the invisibility cloak as he
picked Draco up and carefully carried him to the hospital ward. Unknowingly clutching the Slytherin close to his chest.

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