The Dark Castle

Note: Harry=Blaze

The dark castle

Eventually he walked in on two young looking men talking in armchairs.

The room was quite alike the 'livingroom'. He sat down on the floor next to the men to listen in on them. All this was very exciting.

The first one who spoke was a blond man with grey eyes.

Blaze frowned and thought of Malfoy. The other one had black hair and black eyes. Snape, he thought at once.

How ironical, Snape and Malfoy look likes, he thought.

"Tell me, what did you find out?" the blond asked.

"I found someone that looks like you."

"Cut the crap!"

"Frankly I didn't care to listen all that much."

"What? Why the hell not?"

"I waz to lazy. Anyway, he is searching for a person."

"Who and what for?"

"How am I to know? He never mentioned a name. But I made out that it's a woman in question. I don't know what for."

"Idiot! You had the chance of your life and you didn't take it!"

"I was stoned, all right? Perhaps he's horny or something. That's why he wants her."

"Some why I doubt it," said the blond sarcastically.

"You know, perhaps our Lord wants us to spy on Voldemort. It sounds like a lot of fun to me. Being inactive for all those years makes me stiff and dull! I've heard our new Lord is a hell of a guy. I think I'll like him!" the black haired man said.

Blaze realised what he had listened to with a jolt. At the same time he was violently thrown out from the dream.

In Snape's bed he sat up with a start.

"Voldemort!" he yelled.

Snape ran in.

"What's happening?" he asked wildly.

Blaze calmed down.

"Nothing. It was just a dream." And two talked about Voldie.

Snapped looked at him funny.

"You couldn't have dreamt. You took the potion."

Blaze looked at him. He was confused.

"Then what?" he murmured to himself.

How could it not be a dream?

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I was on my way of waking-up when I came to think about Voldemort and a memory," he lied.

"Lying gets you nowhere," said Snape icily.

"You can't prove what I dreamt of, if I dreamt," he said calmly.

"No. But occlymency can."

"I can master that already."

"Who taught you?"

"You did."

"If I remember correctly, and I do, you couldn't handle it the last time we tried."

"No. But I've been practising.

"Well see about that...later."

Later on he managed to escape Snape's clutches without letting anything slip from his dream. He ran into the Great Hall to hide from Snape. It was lunch- time.

"Where have you been? We've been worried about you!" Hermione hissed once he sat down.

"Sorry. I was out fucking behind the green house."

Hermione and Ron gaped at him.

"Honestly! It was a joke!" he said sourly.

"Since when did you start using that language and even say such things?" Hermione said shocked.

"I dunno. I guess I've must have adopted it from someone," he said and thought of Damien.

"I bet it's that Malfoy," said Ron darkly.

Ron glared towards the Slytherin table.

Blaze turned his head and watched Draco. He was deeply involved in a conversation with a couple of Slyths.

His attention, however, went to the roof when Diver came sailing in.

Stupid animal, he shouldn't be here now! He thought.

Diver dove and gave him a green envelope.

"Um Ron, is a green one special like the red ones?" he asked and eyed the letter carefully.

"Oy! Yes they are," Ron said with his whole attention still on the Slytherins.

"Um... Exactly how special is the green one's?"

"It explodes like a howler, it's load as a howler but it's a singing greeting. Why do you as-"

Ron trailed of when he turned and first then noticed the green singing howler in Blaze's hand.

"Oh bugger," said Ron and pulled his hands over his ears.

"Open it!" Hermione urged and followed Ron's motions.

"Blaze groaned and did. It exploded and a couple of voices began to sing:

You got a bad reputation but I don't believe it's true. It's exactly how I planned. I want to feel the cold. I want to see the light. Where have you gone? This is a dream. You're dancing with strangers, You're fighting with friends.

It's a merry time between love and despair, Follow over the line, Empty hearts and icy sneers, Call me solitaire...

Blaze thought directly of his dream. Could it be anyone from the dream that sang now? Because he knew one of those voices. The song began in another direction.

Cold beer, strange cigarette, it's getting you high, getting you wet. Fallin in love, fallin' outta bed. NO!

It changed again.

I don't want your attention, I don't want your soul, I just want you to burn. Empty heart, better yet. Fill me in on your secrets, Then leave me be. I'll always be around you, watching, touching, But you'll never see and you'll never know. Watch out, One day I'll get ya.

It stopped. But it didn't burn. Instead it began to talk.

Hello luv! I don't think your darlin' mind if we borrow you. You don't know who I am, yet. Watch out Potter! You'll have to deal with me soon!

A new voice came.

And you'll have to deal with me. You won't get through this easily! You wait! After I'm through with you, you won't be able to sit for days and your darlin' is going to leave you for being unfaithful!

(A wet disgusting sound came)

Another voice came. But this one he recognised it. Damien.

Don't worry. I think they both rather do a blow- job for Voldemort then facing your wrath. And the snake never showers. Imagine what that would taste like! (Blaze nodded in agreement and disgust) Anyway, before you blow up on us, think about your babe Angel! She wouldn't want you to kill her friends, now would she? And we could always blackmail you. Either Voldemort or that- thing –you-did-with-that-someone-behind-the- greenhouse! I'm most certain that THAT someone wasn't Angel. But I'm in awe, I never knew anyone could make someone scream and shake that much! I may even consider giving you a love potion so you can do that to me!

So long! All the voices shouted and the letter burned.

Blaze began to laugh so hard that he slide down his chair and sat on the floor. His tears ran down and dropped on the floor. Damien had really fucked him this time! But he'd give him back! And he knew exactly how!

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked him.

"I'm fine!" he choked out.

"Who was that?" Ron asked.

"Friends of my girlfriend."

"Angel?" Dean Thomas asked him.

"Yeah. Angel," he said in a voice far away.

Who was the other two? Perhaps Xavilier and... Spike was it? I know that someone's gonna pay tonight anyway, he thought evilly.

I really need to find myself again. I mean really, breaking down in hysterics infront of everyone! I should have waited until I was alone! He thought angrily with himself.

Blaze got up from the floor. His expressions turned to cold. It was like switching a light bottom. Talking about mood swings...

"Mr Potter. Please follow me," said Dumbledore a few minutes later.

"Whatever!" he said and threw down his fork on the plate with a chatter and stood up. He stormed after Dumbledore. Making his robes billow around him.

Snape watched how the first student in history managed to walk like him without tripping on the robes. Strange, Snape thought.

Blaze followed Dumbledore up to the headmasters office.

"Lemon drop Harry?" the headmaster asked when he took a seat.

"No!" Blaze hissed.

"Very well. Perhaps you can tell me a little about what's going on. About what provided this letter of yours to arrive."

"What's going on in my private life is non of your business. The only thing that concerns you is my schoolwork and the Dursleys. Sir," he snarled.

Dumbledore lost his twinkle and turned serious.

"Harry. I'm terribly sorry over Sirius and I understand that you're angry with me but I need to know whom you're socialising with. And the letter you got sounded like a threat."

"Ever the understanding one, aren't you?" he said coldly.

"Harry please."

Remember what Damien said, Dumbledore mustn't know that you've changed, he thought. Blaze softened his expressions.

He sighed.

"I'm sorry. It's just all this tension with Voldemort and after Sirius... but it wasn't a threat sir. It was just my girlfriends friends joking with me."

He was a skilled actor. Damien had trained him. Blaze looked resigned. Dumbledore found his twinkle again.

"I understand Harry. I know it's hard for you but things will get better."

Once I've killed Voldemort you mean

"And the time will heal you."

The eternity or what?

"Perhaps you could invite your girlfriend to come here?"

Why? So you can question 'her'?

"No I don't think so sir," he said aloud.

"Why not?"

"She doesn't live here."

"She would stay in the castle of course."

"She's...er... shy."

"Is there something you want to tell me harry?" said Dumbledore and looked at him over his moon glasses.

"I...ER...She's pregnant!" he said when the thought hit him.

He watched how Dumbledore looked surprised for real. Dumbledore choked on his lemon drop.

"Ahem...urg...um... Yours?" he said in a strangled voice.

"Um, no. Not really. Someone before me, sir."

"Don't get me wrong Harry, but are you sure she is no death eater?"

"She doesn't have a mark sir."

"I would feel safer if I could meet her."

"Fine! I'll ask!" he said sourly.

"Good my boy. Now run along, you have a class!"

"Bye sir!"

He was raging mad when he stalked the corridors. He looked worse than Snape when he had an extra ordinarily bad day. Students stopped and turned around when he passed by.

They had never seen the boy-who-lived so mad ever before.

Perhaps it was a Snape- Virus.