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Adult +
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22
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6,172
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89
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Voldemort, The Dark Lord
Warnings: Angst,AU/AR,Crossover,H/C,Language,M/M (slash in later chapters), OOC-ness only to the extent that it fits the movie and plot
Author's note--The title of the movie scene that corresponds with this chapter is "Jareth, The Goblin King". I know some of the things that are said and done might seem random if you haven't seen the movie, but I hope that you enjoy the story, regardless.
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The Labyrinth
Voldemort, the Dark Lord
Harry whispered the end of the light spell, plunging them both into darkness, but he had had enough. He turned on his heel and left the bathroom, breathing heavily. Adrenaline and anger had loosened his tongue, but the hurt look in the classroom and Malfoy’s tear-streaked face in the bathroom kept playing through his mind. His conscience assaulted him full force about five steps down the hall, and he stopped, turning back to look at the closed door. As snarky as Malfoy had been, he didn’t deserve to be terrorized by Death Eaters and then have Harry rub his face in it. Now that he thought about it, there had been something heavy that underlied Malfoy’s statements, and he wondered what it was. He paused, at war with himself that he finally put Malfoy in his place versus his compassionate side that demanded he apologize. His compassionate side won. Harry heaved a sigh and went back to the bathroom. He whispered another Lumos as he pushed the door open.
“Malfoy? Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” Harry began speaking as he walked in, expecting to find the blonde. The loo was empty. Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion as he checked all of the stalls and corners. Nothing. He broke out in a light sweat as he turned in a circle. “Malfoy? Um, Draco? Look, Draco, I’m sorry, okay?” Still nothing. He shook off the creeping sensation that something was wrong. Draco probably just Apparated back to his room…or something. Malfoy was a big boy; he could take care of himself, Harry reasoned. It’s not like Malfoy would go out of his way to apologize to Harry, or to assure Harry that he was okay, so Harry shrugged it off. He left the bathroom and started to head back to Gryffindor, not really caring that he left his stuff in Snape’s Potions classroom. He could always get it later if Ron and Hermione were still pissed off at him. He’d apologize to Malfoy after dinner.
He made it as far as the first staircase this time before his conscience drove him back to the bathroom. Git or no, capable or not, Harry just didn’t feel comfortable leaving without knowing that Malfoy was safe. Harry’s blood ran cold; what if he had gone off to—oh, Harry didn’t know—hurt himself or kill himself or something?
He shot up to his room, running faster than he had in his entire life, and grabbed his Map out of his trunk. He threw his Invisibility Cloak over his arm as a last-minute precaution, since it seemed that whenever he needed the Map, he made use of the Cloak. He opened the Map, not seeing Draco’s dot anywhere in the castle. There was a new dot that appeared in the dungeons, near the bathroom Harry just vacated, and Harry’s blood ran cold.
His brow furrowed with worry, and he ran back to the bathroom, shouting a brighter Lumos as he screamed for Draco. The tip of his wand flooded the bathroom with light, and Harry saw, in the exact spot where he had last seen Draco, something laying on the floor. He crept closer, recognizing Draco’s wand. Wherever he was, Draco didn’t have his wand! Now Harry knew something was wrong. Draco, angry as he was, would never leave his wand behind…right?
A noise behind him made him spin, gasping in surprise. A snake slithered along the floor towards him, and he backed up against the wall, unreasonably afraid.
{Stop!} Harry shouted in Parseltongue. {Where is Draco? What have you done with him?} The snake paused and reared back, as if to strike. Harry threw his hands up over his face, shaking like mad. The light from his wand flickered a few times, reacting to Harry’s magic. Nothing happened to him. He lowered his crossed wrists hesitantly to find a man standing before him, dressed in long, flowing black robes. He was surrounded by a commanding presence, with a sneer permanently fixed to his disfigured face. Harry held his wand up, light still emanating from the tip, though his hand still trembled.
“You’re—you’re him, aren’t you? It’s you! Voldemort!” Harry exclaimed. “What have you done with Draco? I want him back, if it’s all the same.”
“What’s said is said,” Voldemort replied evenly, evidently amused that the Boy Who Lived was standing up to him, despite his obvious terror. Harry’s eyes widened as the last words he spoke to Draco flashed through his mind.
I wish the Death Eaters would come and take you away. Right now.
“I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, you didn’t?” Voldemort’s amusement was reflected in his voice.
“Please, where is he?” Harry recognized that amusement, and it terrified him more.
“You know very well where he is,” came the gently mocking reply.
“Please bring him back,” Harry whispered desperately. “Please…”
“Harry, go back to Gryffindor. Play with your Cloak and your Map. Forget about your rival,” Voldemort ordered quietly.
“I can’t,” Harry said. Voldemort held his hand up, and Harry flinched. A clear ball materialized as if out of nowhere, and Voldemort began rolling it around his fingers and hands as they spoke.
“I’ve brought you a gift,” he said, changing the subject.
“What is it?” Harry sniffled, suddenly aware of the tears that had begun to course down his cheeks.
“It’s a crystal. Nothing more,” Voldemort held it up, and Harry shook his head as if clearing it. It was mesmerizing. “But if you turn it this way and look into it, it’ll show you your dreams. But this is not a gift for an ordinary Gryffindor who cares about a foul, loathsome little cockroach. Do you want it? Then forget the blonde.”
“I can’t,” Harry said after a pause. He hated to admit that he considered the offer for longer than a split second, but his altruistic values won out. He knew he had to find Draco. “It isn’t that I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, but I just want Draco back. Please. He must be so scared…”
“Harry,” Voldemort’s voice suddenly turned hard, making Harry’s head come up. “Don’t defy me.” The crystal in his hand unexpectedly Transfigured into a snake without a word. Voldemort smiled evilly as he took the snake’s head in one hand, stretched it out, with the tail in his other. He glanced quickly from the snake to Harry and then tossed it onto the boy’s neck. The light became erratic as Harry squeaked, falling back a step, as he brought his hands up to keep it from choking him.
{Stop!} he screamed in Parseltongue over and over. He could feel the snake’s grip on his neck weakening every time he said the word, but it wasn’t until Voldemort spoke that same word that the snake released him completely, dropped to the floor, and slithered away. Harry was still breathing hard as he looked at the Dark Lord, one hand at his throat.
“You’re no match for me, Harry,” Voldemort said almost kindly, sounding as if he were speaking to a small child.
“But I have to have Draco back,” Harry whispered, adamant about that. Voldemort stepped aside and pointed at what would have been the bathroom door. Harry felt the strange pull of Apparition, and they were suddenly standing on a dusty hilltop.
“He’s there,” Voldemort pointed to Malfoy Mansion, which sat on a large hill. “In my castle. Do you still want to look for him?”
“Is that the Manor beyond the Death Eaters’ camp?” Harry asked breathlessly, his eyes taking in the great hedge maze that extended in the valley between the small hill where he was standing and the great mountain beyond. There were black tents pitched all around the Manor: the Death Eaters’ camping grounds.
“Turn back, Harry,” Voldemort warned. “Turn back before it’s too late.” He brought the boy here to show him just how futile it would be, intending to discourage him. He forgot he was dealing with a Gryffindor.
“I can’t,” Harry said, frustrated that he had to keep repeating himself. “Don’t you understand that I can’t?”
“What a pity,” Harry hated the look in Voldemort’s eyes; it was as if he were a favored pet that had grown too old and was to be put down.
“It doesn’t look that far,” he smirked, looking back at the landscape, thinking that the Dark Lord might be impressed if he showed how unaffected he was.
“It’s further than you think,” Harry jumped slightly as the words were spoken right next to his ear. “Time is short.” Before Harry could wonder what he meant by that, he saw Voldemort’s hand point to an odd clock hanging from a tree. “You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth before your little dragon becomes one of us forever. Such a pity.” Voldemort and the clock both disappeared, leaving Harry, clutching his wand with false bravado, to stare at the impossible task stretched before him.
“The labyrinth,” he muttered to himself. “It doesn’t look that hard.” Suddenly Hedwig fluttered up, landed on his shoulder, and nipped his ear. He craned his head, sighing at the familiar animal. “Well…come on, Hedwig.”
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Author's note--Alright, as per usual, responses to reviews, and any corresponding movie links at the bottom! Thanks for reading!
thrnbrooke-I know, but the whole "Jareth/Draco/Harry" thing would've been too cliche...plus I would've had to kill Jareth afterwards for touching my Draco and his Harry. David Bowie WAS super-hot, but don't worry! There will be hot Harry/Draco lovin! Thanks for reviewing, thrnbrooke!
sunset20-Okay, yes, the "Narcissa is a nympho and lusts after her son" bit is completely NOT part of the movie. But I needed a good reason why Harry's comment would affect Draco so badly that he'd have to leave the room, thus touching off the movie part about the labyrinth. And yes, Narcissa's not exactly on my "good" list right now. I think I was really tired of reading stories where she was the loving mother while Lucius alternated between "truly" loving Draco deep down and being a soulless bastard. I was like, "What about her? She's never the bad guy?" So I changed that...
No, no, I don't blame you for hugging Draco at all. :D I do it too. Especially with all of the fucking shit I put him through, poor thing. Of course, it will be okay. If you haven't seen the movie, then I'm anxious to see what you think. For those who HAVE seen the movie, the screenplay and lines will be familiar, as well as the scenes described. And if you haven't seen the movie, then I'm thinking you'll probably just think I'm nuts. haha It's good to hear from you, though, and I was so glad to read your review! Thank you!
This scene is from the second segment of the movie on youtube. Here's the link (again) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HVVBbIKOMs
Author's note--The title of the movie scene that corresponds with this chapter is "Jareth, The Goblin King". I know some of the things that are said and done might seem random if you haven't seen the movie, but I hope that you enjoy the story, regardless.
**********
The Labyrinth
Voldemort, the Dark Lord
Harry whispered the end of the light spell, plunging them both into darkness, but he had had enough. He turned on his heel and left the bathroom, breathing heavily. Adrenaline and anger had loosened his tongue, but the hurt look in the classroom and Malfoy’s tear-streaked face in the bathroom kept playing through his mind. His conscience assaulted him full force about five steps down the hall, and he stopped, turning back to look at the closed door. As snarky as Malfoy had been, he didn’t deserve to be terrorized by Death Eaters and then have Harry rub his face in it. Now that he thought about it, there had been something heavy that underlied Malfoy’s statements, and he wondered what it was. He paused, at war with himself that he finally put Malfoy in his place versus his compassionate side that demanded he apologize. His compassionate side won. Harry heaved a sigh and went back to the bathroom. He whispered another Lumos as he pushed the door open.
“Malfoy? Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” Harry began speaking as he walked in, expecting to find the blonde. The loo was empty. Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion as he checked all of the stalls and corners. Nothing. He broke out in a light sweat as he turned in a circle. “Malfoy? Um, Draco? Look, Draco, I’m sorry, okay?” Still nothing. He shook off the creeping sensation that something was wrong. Draco probably just Apparated back to his room…or something. Malfoy was a big boy; he could take care of himself, Harry reasoned. It’s not like Malfoy would go out of his way to apologize to Harry, or to assure Harry that he was okay, so Harry shrugged it off. He left the bathroom and started to head back to Gryffindor, not really caring that he left his stuff in Snape’s Potions classroom. He could always get it later if Ron and Hermione were still pissed off at him. He’d apologize to Malfoy after dinner.
He made it as far as the first staircase this time before his conscience drove him back to the bathroom. Git or no, capable or not, Harry just didn’t feel comfortable leaving without knowing that Malfoy was safe. Harry’s blood ran cold; what if he had gone off to—oh, Harry didn’t know—hurt himself or kill himself or something?
He shot up to his room, running faster than he had in his entire life, and grabbed his Map out of his trunk. He threw his Invisibility Cloak over his arm as a last-minute precaution, since it seemed that whenever he needed the Map, he made use of the Cloak. He opened the Map, not seeing Draco’s dot anywhere in the castle. There was a new dot that appeared in the dungeons, near the bathroom Harry just vacated, and Harry’s blood ran cold.
His brow furrowed with worry, and he ran back to the bathroom, shouting a brighter Lumos as he screamed for Draco. The tip of his wand flooded the bathroom with light, and Harry saw, in the exact spot where he had last seen Draco, something laying on the floor. He crept closer, recognizing Draco’s wand. Wherever he was, Draco didn’t have his wand! Now Harry knew something was wrong. Draco, angry as he was, would never leave his wand behind…right?
A noise behind him made him spin, gasping in surprise. A snake slithered along the floor towards him, and he backed up against the wall, unreasonably afraid.
{Stop!} Harry shouted in Parseltongue. {Where is Draco? What have you done with him?} The snake paused and reared back, as if to strike. Harry threw his hands up over his face, shaking like mad. The light from his wand flickered a few times, reacting to Harry’s magic. Nothing happened to him. He lowered his crossed wrists hesitantly to find a man standing before him, dressed in long, flowing black robes. He was surrounded by a commanding presence, with a sneer permanently fixed to his disfigured face. Harry held his wand up, light still emanating from the tip, though his hand still trembled.
“You’re—you’re him, aren’t you? It’s you! Voldemort!” Harry exclaimed. “What have you done with Draco? I want him back, if it’s all the same.”
“What’s said is said,” Voldemort replied evenly, evidently amused that the Boy Who Lived was standing up to him, despite his obvious terror. Harry’s eyes widened as the last words he spoke to Draco flashed through his mind.
I wish the Death Eaters would come and take you away. Right now.
“I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, you didn’t?” Voldemort’s amusement was reflected in his voice.
“Please, where is he?” Harry recognized that amusement, and it terrified him more.
“You know very well where he is,” came the gently mocking reply.
“Please bring him back,” Harry whispered desperately. “Please…”
“Harry, go back to Gryffindor. Play with your Cloak and your Map. Forget about your rival,” Voldemort ordered quietly.
“I can’t,” Harry said. Voldemort held his hand up, and Harry flinched. A clear ball materialized as if out of nowhere, and Voldemort began rolling it around his fingers and hands as they spoke.
“I’ve brought you a gift,” he said, changing the subject.
“What is it?” Harry sniffled, suddenly aware of the tears that had begun to course down his cheeks.
“It’s a crystal. Nothing more,” Voldemort held it up, and Harry shook his head as if clearing it. It was mesmerizing. “But if you turn it this way and look into it, it’ll show you your dreams. But this is not a gift for an ordinary Gryffindor who cares about a foul, loathsome little cockroach. Do you want it? Then forget the blonde.”
“I can’t,” Harry said after a pause. He hated to admit that he considered the offer for longer than a split second, but his altruistic values won out. He knew he had to find Draco. “It isn’t that I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, but I just want Draco back. Please. He must be so scared…”
“Harry,” Voldemort’s voice suddenly turned hard, making Harry’s head come up. “Don’t defy me.” The crystal in his hand unexpectedly Transfigured into a snake without a word. Voldemort smiled evilly as he took the snake’s head in one hand, stretched it out, with the tail in his other. He glanced quickly from the snake to Harry and then tossed it onto the boy’s neck. The light became erratic as Harry squeaked, falling back a step, as he brought his hands up to keep it from choking him.
{Stop!} he screamed in Parseltongue over and over. He could feel the snake’s grip on his neck weakening every time he said the word, but it wasn’t until Voldemort spoke that same word that the snake released him completely, dropped to the floor, and slithered away. Harry was still breathing hard as he looked at the Dark Lord, one hand at his throat.
“You’re no match for me, Harry,” Voldemort said almost kindly, sounding as if he were speaking to a small child.
“But I have to have Draco back,” Harry whispered, adamant about that. Voldemort stepped aside and pointed at what would have been the bathroom door. Harry felt the strange pull of Apparition, and they were suddenly standing on a dusty hilltop.
“He’s there,” Voldemort pointed to Malfoy Mansion, which sat on a large hill. “In my castle. Do you still want to look for him?”
“Is that the Manor beyond the Death Eaters’ camp?” Harry asked breathlessly, his eyes taking in the great hedge maze that extended in the valley between the small hill where he was standing and the great mountain beyond. There were black tents pitched all around the Manor: the Death Eaters’ camping grounds.
“Turn back, Harry,” Voldemort warned. “Turn back before it’s too late.” He brought the boy here to show him just how futile it would be, intending to discourage him. He forgot he was dealing with a Gryffindor.
“I can’t,” Harry said, frustrated that he had to keep repeating himself. “Don’t you understand that I can’t?”
“What a pity,” Harry hated the look in Voldemort’s eyes; it was as if he were a favored pet that had grown too old and was to be put down.
“It doesn’t look that far,” he smirked, looking back at the landscape, thinking that the Dark Lord might be impressed if he showed how unaffected he was.
“It’s further than you think,” Harry jumped slightly as the words were spoken right next to his ear. “Time is short.” Before Harry could wonder what he meant by that, he saw Voldemort’s hand point to an odd clock hanging from a tree. “You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth before your little dragon becomes one of us forever. Such a pity.” Voldemort and the clock both disappeared, leaving Harry, clutching his wand with false bravado, to stare at the impossible task stretched before him.
“The labyrinth,” he muttered to himself. “It doesn’t look that hard.” Suddenly Hedwig fluttered up, landed on his shoulder, and nipped his ear. He craned his head, sighing at the familiar animal. “Well…come on, Hedwig.”
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Author's note--Alright, as per usual, responses to reviews, and any corresponding movie links at the bottom! Thanks for reading!
thrnbrooke-I know, but the whole "Jareth/Draco/Harry" thing would've been too cliche...plus I would've had to kill Jareth afterwards for touching my Draco and his Harry. David Bowie WAS super-hot, but don't worry! There will be hot Harry/Draco lovin! Thanks for reviewing, thrnbrooke!
sunset20-Okay, yes, the "Narcissa is a nympho and lusts after her son" bit is completely NOT part of the movie. But I needed a good reason why Harry's comment would affect Draco so badly that he'd have to leave the room, thus touching off the movie part about the labyrinth. And yes, Narcissa's not exactly on my "good" list right now. I think I was really tired of reading stories where she was the loving mother while Lucius alternated between "truly" loving Draco deep down and being a soulless bastard. I was like, "What about her? She's never the bad guy?" So I changed that...
No, no, I don't blame you for hugging Draco at all. :D I do it too. Especially with all of the fucking shit I put him through, poor thing. Of course, it will be okay. If you haven't seen the movie, then I'm anxious to see what you think. For those who HAVE seen the movie, the screenplay and lines will be familiar, as well as the scenes described. And if you haven't seen the movie, then I'm thinking you'll probably just think I'm nuts. haha It's good to hear from you, though, and I was so glad to read your review! Thank you!
This scene is from the second segment of the movie on youtube. Here's the link (again) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HVVBbIKOMs