I reach but I only feel air at night

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Bound in confusion


Harry felt a huge jolt shudder through his entire body as soon as he touched the little metal object. Instantly it felt as if a huge force were forcing him sideways through the air at a tremendous speed. Colours started bursting before his eyes as Harry's skin seemed to pull tighter and tighter.

Panicked Harry kept absolutely still, obviously he'd just touched some kind of transportation device and he knew from experience the cost of moving too fast whilst traveling.

Just as he was sure he was about to either throw up or shit himself, another huge jolt jarred through him and he realised with a gulp of releif that it was over.

Harry breathed deeply for a moment trying to fight the feeling of nausea before realising that he could see the sun through the insides of his eyelids, which was strange as he couldn’t remember closing his eyes.

Slowly he realised that he was lying on something very comfortable, possibly velvet and that through his fogged senses that he was swaying gently to the motion of a moving vehicle. As he became more aware he also realised that he could hear the muffled rumble of clattering wheels.

Lazy conversation floated about him, aristocratic voices fluttering, high pitched and low and the smell of smoke wafted past his nose, quite pleasantly.

“Long Holiday, for you was it?” A voice said in his ear.

He opened his eyes slowly; the first thing he noticed was that his clothes had changed. He was wearing a navy blue velvet suit it seemed; with VERY tight trousers, he saw with shock. There was also a strange ring on his right little finger.

“Apparently so, if you’re falling asleep on the train.” The voice said again, causing his head to turn sharply to the right.

A brunette with dark brown eyes stared back at him and he jumped in surprise at their proximity.

“Who on earth-“

“Lucius! Lucius darling tell them about Paris, for some reason Jillian won’t believe that we went on the bewitched boat ride for bedazzled lovers.”

His eyes skidded over to where an almost platinum blonde girl with startling blue eyes was looking at him.

“Erm…”

“Of course they did, Lucius is the classiest lover I know, and believe me I know!” Leered a dark blonde in the corner, smoke lazily curling out of his nostrils as he eyed Harry hungrily.

“Oh hush your gums Alex; you know as well as the rest of us that Lucius wouldn’t take you to his bed, not without you having a medical first that is.” The boy beside Harry jeered.

The rest of the compartment laughed as the dirty blonde blushed to the tips of his toes and muttered harshly, “Sod off Zambini!”

Harry lay there limply as the chatter flowed around him, Lucius? Why were they calling him Lucius? Why would Lucius be on the Hogwarts express with a load of children? Why did everyone think it was the start of term when term had started three weeks ago?

“You have a smudge on your nose, don’t panic it’s barely noticeable but I’d vamoose to the toilets if I were you.” The boy beside him whispered conspiratorially, and Harry nodded, thinking that yes it probably was a good idea to get out of there and sort his head out for awhile.

Stumbling out of the compartment with many apologies and finding himself on the receiving end of some very strange looks, Harry ducked out of the door and walked down the swaying corridor to the loos.

“Ow!! Holy fuck!” He said, as he hit his head with a nasty thwack on the door frame which seemed to have shrunk. Rubbing his head he ducked once more and stepped into the loo’s but pulled himself up short when he saw the décor. Wooden sinks and patterned wall paper, soft lighting and the biggest mirror he’d ever seen greeted him. Spotting a long haired person in the corner he groaned, how on earth had he managed to step into the girls loos? At least it would explain why the door frame was so low.

“I’m terribly-“He started to apologise, beginning to back out the door as the person turned around. But he stopped as soon as he saw the person’s face, it was a boy, a little older than himself, long dark hair feathering around the bottom of his chin and soulful dark eyes peeking out from an elfin shaped, wan face. But what really stuck out, was the stoic look of icy calm that seemed almost glued to the boy’s face. But there was no denying, he was beautiful.

“Lucius,” The person nodded, seeming reserved, but Harry sensed a tension.

He stepped foreword, “I’m not L- huh – wha…?” He trailed off when he caught sight of his reflection.

Gone was the scruffy black mop, the piercing green eyes and the lightening bolt scar. Instead long blond locks cascaded just past his shoulders and icy grey eyes glared back at him between an imposing forehead and a roman nose. Cruel thin lips currently gaping at him completed the strange face before him.

“Hah, Oh…my god, what…how?” He gasped out, patting his face with his hands to make sure that it was real and then gaping some more as he caught sight of his hands.

“Lucius?...”

Harry turned to the boy almost crying in his shock.

“I look like Malfoy with long hair,” He said in a whisper.

A fine black brow was raised slightly, “Don’t all Malfoy’s have long hair?”

“No!” Harry yelled in frustration, annoyed that the dark haired boy wasn’t getting the point despite the fact he wasn’t being at all clear.

The change was instantaneous; the other person shrank back against the towel dispenser, his face a momentary mask of fear and his eyes wide with terror.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ Harry began.

“Like hell you are! What kind of game are you playing now Lucius, because I assure you I’m not in the least fooled by it! Stay away from me!” After this angry outburst the boy turned and fled, but not before he saw that icy calm settle back upon the dark eyed face.

The door swung shut with a bang and Harry turned once more to the mirror and stared.

“What the fuck?” He quavered tremulously.

***

Ten minutes later found Harry stepping back into the compartment he’d first ended up in. Sitting down besides the boy they called Zambini he looked to the other boy …Alex?

“Um, can I have a cigarette?” He asked uncertainly.

The boy’s eyes lit up but Zambini butted in before he could answer, “Not packed all yours in your trunk again have you Lu? I keep telling you they never check your pockets, the random searches only happen amongst the lower years.”

Pulling out an intricately carved silver box he snapped it open and displayed either side to Harry.

“What’s your poison, medicinal or normal?”

Harry leaned forward and inspected the contents of the case carefully. On the one side there were what looked like ordinary…if very expensive cigarettes and on the other resided the roll up kind, only there contents looked kind of…green.

“Err, normal please.” Harry said taking the proffered cigarette and fishing for his lighter in his back pocket. Unfortunately he didn’t actually have one as these were not his clothes.

“Lu? Here you go honestly; you can’t have left your wand in your trunk as well.” Zambini said, to much laughter as he held out his own wand plus a small flame at the end.

Harry shrugged, not having realised you could light fags with wands and took a deep drag.

“Since when did you hold your cigarettes in that common way darling?” The platinum blond opposite him said, “It looks dreadful you know.”

Harry looked at the cigarette between his thumb, forefinger and middle finger and frowned, this was the way blokes were suppose to hold cigarettes, ever since he and Ron had started last year for the ‘coolness’ factor, he’d held his fag the same way.

But after glancing round the compartment he found that the rest of the group, Males included, were holding them between their index and middle fingers.

“Well after discovering how feminine holding your cigarette the way you are seems to be, I developed the habit of mostly holding it like this.” He said in his snootiest voice, hoping they’d understand and it would catch on.

“Well don’t, it’s awfully gutter like.” The girl said wrinkling her nose and tossing her hair back.

“Look, since when do you tell me what to do?!” Harry demanded angrily, making a point of smoking his fag just the way he liked to.

The girl got up slowly, her eyes pinning him down as she shimmied over to him, her hips swaying enticingly as all eyes in the compartment were drawn to her.

Sliding onto his lap she pulled her fingers lazily through his hair, “Oh darling I’m your fiancé, I’m at least allowed to suggest things aren’t I?” She pouted, tugging viciously hard as she got to the ends.

Harry’s mouth formed and O, so this must be Narcissa.

She squirmed closer and he grit his teeth, being gay did not help this situation.

“Of course you are sweet heart, I’m sorry but I’m in a foul mood today, forgive me?” He said as charmingly as he could.

She pouted again and the held out her cheek, “Kiss!” she demanded petulantly.

Scrunching his nose up and forcing himself to lean forward he pressed the quickest kiss of the century to her paper dry, powdery cheek.

“Hey Lu, food trolley’s here, come on!”

Without further ado Harry pushed her off of him and practically ran out of the door after Zambini, slamming the door shut behind him he stuck out his tongue and coughed wretchedly.

“Eugh she smells like dead lilies!”

Zambini stared at him wide eyed, “Since when did you care? She’s worth like, half the Kimberley diamond mines; you need to keep her sweet, for your father’s sake. Look if it’s really bothering you today I’ll come and visit you tonight but really, keep it down yeah?”

Harry nodded dazedly, visit him tonight? What?

“Now shall we get the usual? You know we won’t get another decent cauldron cake for awhile so best to stock up, oh and I haven’t had a chocolate frog in ages thanks to this bloody diet.”

“Diet?” Harry frowned, he’d never heard of a male going on a diet before, well except perhaps Dudley.

“Yeah, my mum took one look at me when I came back this summer and insisted I’d put on like a spare tire.” Zambini said nonchalantly, handing over the money for his purchases and moving out of the way for Harry.

“Oh, yeah, me to.” Harry said uncertainly, “I’ve been dying for a chocolate frog for ages.”

***

Harry sat in the hubbub of the great hall covertly looking around at all of the faces he didn’t know. Apparently Lucius Malfoy was someone to be wary of as he’d had more than a few fearful looks so far. The most annoying thing about it all was that he kept forgetting that he wasn’t Harry anymore. People would call Lucius’s name and he would just carry on eating and then he’d receive even more strange looks. It was very frustrating.

“Are you sure you’re alright Lu? You’ve been acting very strangely lately.”

Harry ran his hands through his now long hair and sighed, “Sorry…I uh don’t feel too well.”

Listening to the conversation carefully from that point on he managed to glean that the boy’s name was Brian. Brian Zambini, so obviously this meant that this was to be Blaise Zambini’s father.

Shrugging internally Harry looked to the head table to see if he could spot Dumbledore, or a younger version of him at least.

There was no sign of him anywhere and Harry was beginning to panic when he felt a tap on his arm.

“Come on, it’s time for your start of year surprise.” Brian said with a wink, kicking his chair back and waiting for Harry to follow him out of the Hall.

Harry followed dubiously as he descended down the steps that led to the dungeons, and shivered as the cool air caressed his skin.

Their footsteps rang resoundingly on the flagstones as they twisted and turned through corridors that were getting narrower and narrower.

After what seemed like an age, Brian stopped before an almost hidden turn off and grabbed the torch that sat in a bracket on the wall above his head.

Beckoning Harry onward Brian threw him a mischievous smile before slipping down the turn off and opening a door to the right.

“Welcome back to school Lucius.”

Frowning at Brian as he said this, Harry peered round the door and was hard pushed not to gasp at what he saw.

The dark haired boy he’d met earlier in the toilets on the train lay naked in a corner of the room…and he was tied up.

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Duh duh duh…Author is hungry, *wink*