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Adult +
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8,313
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45
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The First Trial
Chapter 10 The First Trial
Draco stood stiffly with a trembling Harry in his arms and stared directly into the dark sunken eyes of Sirius Black. He could feel Harry chokingly trying to speak, but no words escaped the boy’s lips, so Draco shifted Harry behind him, so that he would no longer have to look upon the image of his dead godfather.
It was then that Draco could get a full sense of their surroundings. Behind the figure of Sirius was a crumbling stone arch, which lead into a clearing, much like the one that held the potions previously. However, the view of the clearing was largely obscured by thick ominous fog.
The prone form of Sirius seemed to be boring holes through Draco so as to stare fully into Harry’s green eyes. Draco stepped forward, his hand locked with Harry’s and he pulled them both toward the archway.
As they got closer, Draco noticed that Sirius did not move, and seemed to be fading and flickering as the light changed around them. “A specter.” Draco whispered feeling a thick wave of dread pass over him.
Draco’s words seemed to shake Harry into reality, and he clung fiercely to Draco’s hand. “Just a specter.” Harry repeated after him, seemingly relieved. Draco knew however, that a specter was often made of a dark magic.
The specter of Sirius seemed shrouded in darkness, certainly not here in the true sense, but no less formidable looking. When they were only steps away, the figure held up a wavering hand. “You have reached the first trial.” It stated in a phantom like voice, not Sirius’s at all. This seemed to relax Harry slightly, as the boy stopped digging his nails into Draco’s palm.
“This is the Trial of Fear. Only those truly able to master their fear should proceed, because only they will be permitted to pass through into the other side. Any found unworthy, will be cast into dark and madness.” It continued.
Draco looked over at Harry who only nodded solemnly, and hand in hand they walked through the ghostlike figure of Harry’s godfather and into the fog.
--
Harry immediately lost sight of Draco in the thickness of the fog, and only knew he was still with him from the sound of his hitched breath, and the feel of his warm hand in his own. They kept walking, unable to see to find their way, but Harry still had that unearthly pull directing him.
Harry heard a scream in the blindness and then two things happened at once. Harry felt a wave of horror wash over him, as Draco’s fingertips slipped out of his grasp, and then he felt himself plummeting downward into a chasm. He hit the ground roughly and only had time to think that he may have broken something before his world went black.
--
Harry retched violently onto the ground upon opening his eyes. The moon was bright and high as Harry looked around the familiar surroundings. The Riddle Cemetery. Circled all around him were Death Eaters and right beside him, the one who had kicked him so hard it made him throw up the contents of his stomach, was Voldemort. With a flick of his wand he had Harry floating in the air, and it was then that Harry knew for certain that something in his leg was broken. He winced at the pain, but tried to otherwise keep his eyes and attentionon the evil man standing before him.
“So nice of you to drop in, Harry.” Voldemort cackled, which seemed to give the Death Eaters permission to laugh as well.
Looking around Harry saw that some of the Death Eaters held a captive whose head was covered in a black cloth. Harry wondered vaguely who had been captured, but feared he would find out soon enough.
“I see you’ve noticed our other guests. Would you like to see who they are?” The creature asked as Nagini took her place around Voldemort’s shoulders like a giant feather boa.
With a nod from his master, the first Death Eater took off the cloth covering the captive they held to reveal a young girl, with bushy brown hair and features that would have been pretty, if not covered in cuts and bruises. “Hermione.” Harry shouted, trying to rent himself free of the magical hold he was under. He didn’t have a chance to utter another word however before the next person was unveiled as Ron. The red head spat up at Harry, “This is all your fault!”
Harry was confused, and injured. How had Voldemort gotten to his friends? Even after his falling out with Ron, he never would have wished such a nasty fate upon him. He thought that Hermione at least would have been protected within the walls of the castle.
Harry shrank away and looked to his right, where another set of captives was being revealed. “Mom, Dad?” Harry cried, eyes large with confusion. “How are you here?”
Green eyes met Harry’s own as he looked to his mother, tied up along side his father. “You’ll never be strong enough to defeat him, Harry.”
“Listen to your mother, son. Just let him kill you, then you can be with us.” James pleaded solemnly.
“No!” Harry screamed. “I am strong enough. I will win this war, even if it kills me!”
At Harry’s words, the cemetery and everything in it began to vanish. Harry fell with a thud and groaned, clutching his injured leg. He thought of Draco, and what might be happening to him, and then lost consciousness once again.
--
Draco was filled with a sense of terror, smothering him and crushing him. Once Harry’s hand had slipped away, the fog faded and he found a dozen or more dementors surrounding him. He was lying on the floor of an Azkaban cell and the more he tried to remember Harry, the more his head throbbed with pain. The dementors were sucking the memories of Harry away, leaving him alone and empty in his cell.
But he wasn’t alone.
He looked up to see another man lying in the corner of the cell. He was wearing what looked to have once been expensive robes that had been ripped to shreds. His hair was gray and dirty. When the man looked up at him, Draco recognized him immediately.
“Father” Draco tried to shout, but the words barely left his lips. He crawled over to his father and laid his head in his lap, letting the dementors close in around them. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you father. I did everything I could.” The tears he felt well into his eyes never came, but the cloaked black figures looming around him began to dissipate leaving Draco clutching thin air.
Looking around he was back in the clearing, and he could vividly recall his Gryffindor again. He saw a bundled lump on the ground close to the exit and ran over to find Harry laying deathly still.
--
“Harry, wake up.” Draco pleaded, shaking the pale limp figure on the ground. He turned him over and gasped at the sight of Harry’s usually brilliant emerald eyes, staring up dull and unblinking.
“No!” Draco shouted. “I will not lose you!” He pressed his ear to Harry’s face and felt rather then heard his breathing come in shallow gasps. Draco calmed slightly, but clutched the boy to his chest and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
It was difficult, because he and Harry were similar in size, but he managed to lift the boy from the ground and walk with him through the clearings exit. Only turning when he heard a stone door slide closed behind him.
--
Draco stood stiffly with a trembling Harry in his arms and stared directly into the dark sunken eyes of Sirius Black. He could feel Harry chokingly trying to speak, but no words escaped the boy’s lips, so Draco shifted Harry behind him, so that he would no longer have to look upon the image of his dead godfather.
It was then that Draco could get a full sense of their surroundings. Behind the figure of Sirius was a crumbling stone arch, which lead into a clearing, much like the one that held the potions previously. However, the view of the clearing was largely obscured by thick ominous fog.
The prone form of Sirius seemed to be boring holes through Draco so as to stare fully into Harry’s green eyes. Draco stepped forward, his hand locked with Harry’s and he pulled them both toward the archway.
As they got closer, Draco noticed that Sirius did not move, and seemed to be fading and flickering as the light changed around them. “A specter.” Draco whispered feeling a thick wave of dread pass over him.
Draco’s words seemed to shake Harry into reality, and he clung fiercely to Draco’s hand. “Just a specter.” Harry repeated after him, seemingly relieved. Draco knew however, that a specter was often made of a dark magic.
The specter of Sirius seemed shrouded in darkness, certainly not here in the true sense, but no less formidable looking. When they were only steps away, the figure held up a wavering hand. “You have reached the first trial.” It stated in a phantom like voice, not Sirius’s at all. This seemed to relax Harry slightly, as the boy stopped digging his nails into Draco’s palm.
“This is the Trial of Fear. Only those truly able to master their fear should proceed, because only they will be permitted to pass through into the other side. Any found unworthy, will be cast into dark and madness.” It continued.
Draco looked over at Harry who only nodded solemnly, and hand in hand they walked through the ghostlike figure of Harry’s godfather and into the fog.
--
Harry immediately lost sight of Draco in the thickness of the fog, and only knew he was still with him from the sound of his hitched breath, and the feel of his warm hand in his own. They kept walking, unable to see to find their way, but Harry still had that unearthly pull directing him.
Harry heard a scream in the blindness and then two things happened at once. Harry felt a wave of horror wash over him, as Draco’s fingertips slipped out of his grasp, and then he felt himself plummeting downward into a chasm. He hit the ground roughly and only had time to think that he may have broken something before his world went black.
--
Harry retched violently onto the ground upon opening his eyes. The moon was bright and high as Harry looked around the familiar surroundings. The Riddle Cemetery. Circled all around him were Death Eaters and right beside him, the one who had kicked him so hard it made him throw up the contents of his stomach, was Voldemort. With a flick of his wand he had Harry floating in the air, and it was then that Harry knew for certain that something in his leg was broken. He winced at the pain, but tried to otherwise keep his eyes and attentionon the evil man standing before him.
“So nice of you to drop in, Harry.” Voldemort cackled, which seemed to give the Death Eaters permission to laugh as well.
Looking around Harry saw that some of the Death Eaters held a captive whose head was covered in a black cloth. Harry wondered vaguely who had been captured, but feared he would find out soon enough.
“I see you’ve noticed our other guests. Would you like to see who they are?” The creature asked as Nagini took her place around Voldemort’s shoulders like a giant feather boa.
With a nod from his master, the first Death Eater took off the cloth covering the captive they held to reveal a young girl, with bushy brown hair and features that would have been pretty, if not covered in cuts and bruises. “Hermione.” Harry shouted, trying to rent himself free of the magical hold he was under. He didn’t have a chance to utter another word however before the next person was unveiled as Ron. The red head spat up at Harry, “This is all your fault!”
Harry was confused, and injured. How had Voldemort gotten to his friends? Even after his falling out with Ron, he never would have wished such a nasty fate upon him. He thought that Hermione at least would have been protected within the walls of the castle.
Harry shrank away and looked to his right, where another set of captives was being revealed. “Mom, Dad?” Harry cried, eyes large with confusion. “How are you here?”
Green eyes met Harry’s own as he looked to his mother, tied up along side his father. “You’ll never be strong enough to defeat him, Harry.”
“Listen to your mother, son. Just let him kill you, then you can be with us.” James pleaded solemnly.
“No!” Harry screamed. “I am strong enough. I will win this war, even if it kills me!”
At Harry’s words, the cemetery and everything in it began to vanish. Harry fell with a thud and groaned, clutching his injured leg. He thought of Draco, and what might be happening to him, and then lost consciousness once again.
--
Draco was filled with a sense of terror, smothering him and crushing him. Once Harry’s hand had slipped away, the fog faded and he found a dozen or more dementors surrounding him. He was lying on the floor of an Azkaban cell and the more he tried to remember Harry, the more his head throbbed with pain. The dementors were sucking the memories of Harry away, leaving him alone and empty in his cell.
But he wasn’t alone.
He looked up to see another man lying in the corner of the cell. He was wearing what looked to have once been expensive robes that had been ripped to shreds. His hair was gray and dirty. When the man looked up at him, Draco recognized him immediately.
“Father” Draco tried to shout, but the words barely left his lips. He crawled over to his father and laid his head in his lap, letting the dementors close in around them. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you father. I did everything I could.” The tears he felt well into his eyes never came, but the cloaked black figures looming around him began to dissipate leaving Draco clutching thin air.
Looking around he was back in the clearing, and he could vividly recall his Gryffindor again. He saw a bundled lump on the ground close to the exit and ran over to find Harry laying deathly still.
--
“Harry, wake up.” Draco pleaded, shaking the pale limp figure on the ground. He turned him over and gasped at the sight of Harry’s usually brilliant emerald eyes, staring up dull and unblinking.
“No!” Draco shouted. “I will not lose you!” He pressed his ear to Harry’s face and felt rather then heard his breathing come in shallow gasps. Draco calmed slightly, but clutched the boy to his chest and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
It was difficult, because he and Harry were similar in size, but he managed to lift the boy from the ground and walk with him through the clearings exit. Only turning when he heard a stone door slide closed behind him.
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