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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,115
Reviews:
12
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Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Draco yawned to himself and glanced around the dormitory. Dinner time. And the festivities of Halloween. He sighed to himself but gathered his robes, slipping them on. He’d get to see Albus and Harry, both who seemed to get a kick out of the festival. Viola looked up and gave him a soft bleat before snuggling back into his pillow. He grinned and pat her head affectionately.
He scratched his head and slipped on his shoes, pocketing his wand and ducking out of the Ravenclaw House. He wandered down the corridor slowly, giving Sir Nicholas a nod who waved to him and continued down the corridor.
He walked up a flight of stairs, frowning to himself to see Stanley frozen in place, staring up at the Gryffindor portrait, “Stanley?” He was distracted by a terrible scratching, tearing sound and screaming portraits. His frown deepened, looking up as well and freezing. A dog, bigger than any he had ever seen and black as pitch was trying to rip into the entrance to the Gryffindor tower.
He whipped out his wand, taking the first year’s hand even as the mutt continued to slash at the portrait in anger and frustration. The thing was huge and Draco swallowed hard. Get away. It was the only option. With a snarl the dog balked and backed away, hair raising as he turned and spied the two students. Draco stiffened. Shit. Pushing Stanley, “Get behind me.”
The first year complied, gluing himself to Draco’s back. With a snarl he advanced down the steps, hoping to scare them away to make his escape. A mistake. Draco narrowed his eyes, the boy protectively behind him and his wand in front of himself, “Back away.” He could and would curse it. He knew the spells but they were dark magic. The beast would have to attack before he could legally use them. It would also put Stanley at risk but he wasn’t sure what else to do. Using simple jinxes on a rampaging monster were tricky. It could attack with a blind vengeance.
The dog snarled with a growl, slowing his path down and fur puffing up. Draco’s eyes narrowed, pupils shifting to slits and lips curling back to reveal slowly lengthening fangs, “I said back away you filthy cur.” It caught a glimpse of the fangs and with a yelp tore up the stairs, leaping to the other side and disappearing down the corridor. Draco felt dizzy and sank to the steps, even as Stanley clutched him in a hug with a multiple of thank you’s and the portraits started calling for help.
***
The Great Hall was filled to the brim, everyone inside while the teachers guarded the doors. Several stayed while the remaining did a sweep of the immense castle to find the intruder. Snape was snappish and irritating, a sure sign of his worry and it was ignored. The first year Ravenclaws refused to move, all of them huddled around Draco and terrified beyond their wits. But the students were all quiet and fast asleep now...save one.
Harry glanced around, seeing the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall huddled to one another just outside of the door. Curious, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and crept along the side of the hall, stopping near the entrance and listening attentively. Albus glanced at Minerva, “How could he have scared it away?”
“You know as well as any Draco is most convincing when he wants to be.”
“Albus, you know what I’m talking about...has he ever been tested?”
“No and neither has Harry...for good reason.”
“The Ministry-...”
“Be damned, Minerva, you know what they’ll be after...at any cost.”
“Albus, they should be trained-...”
“You are. The first step is change, you know that. Once Harry has advanced in Transfiguration, you’ll teach him as well. We must leave it for now, Minerva. Trust in that...”
“It’ll change everything Albus...the other two are learning quickly but what of the fifth-...”
“Yes, my dear, there are always five...”
***
Harry growled in frustration and tossed the book across the library, not giving a damn if Madam Pince found out and kicked him out. It was so damn frustrating. He couldn’t find anything having to do with five witches or wizards, “I think you won, mate.”
He glanced up and smiled a little at his best friend, “Hey there...” But he wasn’t feeling all that cheerful lately. The snows had finally come, blanketing the castle in a fine powder. Draco seemed to love the snow, as did Hermione but it left him with a light melancholy.
Ron shrugged, scooped up the book and plopped it on the table. He fiddled with the pages, looking up at his best friend before regaining his focus on the table. His eyes widened, seeing all the books on ancient magic and ritual rites, “Hey yourself. Fred and George are taking requests for pranking supplies. Want any?” Harry shrugged and looked at a book thoughtfully, “What’s with you, mate? You’ve been a ghost the last couple of weeks and now you don’t wanna prank the Slytherins?”
Okay, pranking was fun but it was distracting and he was on a mission right now. But Ron wouldn’t
understand that. Hermione would, but not his other best friend. Sighing, “Just had a lot on my mind...”
Nodding, “Yeah, the Sirius Black thing...”
Harry felt something inside of him still. The part of him that had let him know he was out of the loop on some things, “Yeah...did your father tell you anything about him?”
“Just that he was after you. Shoulda seen Diagon Alley. There were pictures of him posted everywhere... mum about had a fit when she found out.”
Finger tracing the letters of one book, “...shocking isn’t it?”
Scoffing, “I’ll say. Git that gets your parents killed gets loose just to hunt you down! Wish I coulda been there when they caught him the first time- Harry? You okay?”
Harry was as pale as a sheet and trembling, but it didn’t have anything to do with fright and everything to do with anger. Someone, a certain guardian, would have known he would have been in the dark about that, “No. I’m not.”
***
“Harry, c’mon mate, please stop!”
Harry slammed a hand into the stone, scraping his knuckles but he didn’t care. Draco stared at the two
of them having skidded to a halt from running out of the library, Ron holding out his hands helplessly. Draco sighed through his nose, dropped his books and grabbed Harry’s wrist, hand on the back of his neck to steer him, “Yes, Harry, punish the wall. Very productive.” He just couldn’t study in peace, could he?
The Gryffindor shook himself free and glared at the blond, “Did you know, too?”
Frowning, “Know what?”
“That Black helped kill my parents, that’s what.”
That was news to him. What the hell had Weasley said? Shaking his head, “No.”
Harry let his hands fly above his head and stalk around the corridor, “Then you’re about the only
one ‘cause apparently everyone knew except me.”
Draco glared at Ron who looked sheepish. Shaking his head, “Harry, get a grip on yourself-...”
“Why? Can’t I be angry? Be upset. My parents’ murderer is running around out there and...and...ahh!”
Harry started hitting the stone repeatedly, his knuckles splitting and bleeding. Ron tried to grab him
and he knocked his best friend to the ground, continuing to bash wanting to destroy. Draco flicked his wand, mumbling something under his breath. Harry groaned and crumpled to the ground, Draco glaring and pointing to his books, sending them hurling down the corridor for his desk in the Ravenclaw dormitory. One thing at a time. Putting away his wand before lifting his torso, “Help me.”
He hated being younger. Both boys were taller and heavier than him. He could use a spell and levitate the brunette but it might interfere with the spell Harry was already under. Ron rubbed his shoulder and grabbed Harry’s legs, lifting him between the two of them, “What’d you do to him?”
“Sleepy time charm.”
Scoffing, “That’s for toddlers!”
Shrugging with a grin, “Worked, didn’t it?”
“Only until he wakes up.”
Shaking his head, grunting as they took the stairs, “Merlin I hate stairs...he won’t wake up...not till morning ...not till I’ve talked with Albus...”
I feel a confrontation coming on...
Draco yawned to himself and glanced around the dormitory. Dinner time. And the festivities of Halloween. He sighed to himself but gathered his robes, slipping them on. He’d get to see Albus and Harry, both who seemed to get a kick out of the festival. Viola looked up and gave him a soft bleat before snuggling back into his pillow. He grinned and pat her head affectionately.
He scratched his head and slipped on his shoes, pocketing his wand and ducking out of the Ravenclaw House. He wandered down the corridor slowly, giving Sir Nicholas a nod who waved to him and continued down the corridor.
He walked up a flight of stairs, frowning to himself to see Stanley frozen in place, staring up at the Gryffindor portrait, “Stanley?” He was distracted by a terrible scratching, tearing sound and screaming portraits. His frown deepened, looking up as well and freezing. A dog, bigger than any he had ever seen and black as pitch was trying to rip into the entrance to the Gryffindor tower.
He whipped out his wand, taking the first year’s hand even as the mutt continued to slash at the portrait in anger and frustration. The thing was huge and Draco swallowed hard. Get away. It was the only option. With a snarl the dog balked and backed away, hair raising as he turned and spied the two students. Draco stiffened. Shit. Pushing Stanley, “Get behind me.”
The first year complied, gluing himself to Draco’s back. With a snarl he advanced down the steps, hoping to scare them away to make his escape. A mistake. Draco narrowed his eyes, the boy protectively behind him and his wand in front of himself, “Back away.” He could and would curse it. He knew the spells but they were dark magic. The beast would have to attack before he could legally use them. It would also put Stanley at risk but he wasn’t sure what else to do. Using simple jinxes on a rampaging monster were tricky. It could attack with a blind vengeance.
The dog snarled with a growl, slowing his path down and fur puffing up. Draco’s eyes narrowed, pupils shifting to slits and lips curling back to reveal slowly lengthening fangs, “I said back away you filthy cur.” It caught a glimpse of the fangs and with a yelp tore up the stairs, leaping to the other side and disappearing down the corridor. Draco felt dizzy and sank to the steps, even as Stanley clutched him in a hug with a multiple of thank you’s and the portraits started calling for help.
***
The Great Hall was filled to the brim, everyone inside while the teachers guarded the doors. Several stayed while the remaining did a sweep of the immense castle to find the intruder. Snape was snappish and irritating, a sure sign of his worry and it was ignored. The first year Ravenclaws refused to move, all of them huddled around Draco and terrified beyond their wits. But the students were all quiet and fast asleep now...save one.
Harry glanced around, seeing the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall huddled to one another just outside of the door. Curious, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and crept along the side of the hall, stopping near the entrance and listening attentively. Albus glanced at Minerva, “How could he have scared it away?”
“You know as well as any Draco is most convincing when he wants to be.”
“Albus, you know what I’m talking about...has he ever been tested?”
“No and neither has Harry...for good reason.”
“The Ministry-...”
“Be damned, Minerva, you know what they’ll be after...at any cost.”
“Albus, they should be trained-...”
“You are. The first step is change, you know that. Once Harry has advanced in Transfiguration, you’ll teach him as well. We must leave it for now, Minerva. Trust in that...”
“It’ll change everything Albus...the other two are learning quickly but what of the fifth-...”
“Yes, my dear, there are always five...”
***
Harry growled in frustration and tossed the book across the library, not giving a damn if Madam Pince found out and kicked him out. It was so damn frustrating. He couldn’t find anything having to do with five witches or wizards, “I think you won, mate.”
He glanced up and smiled a little at his best friend, “Hey there...” But he wasn’t feeling all that cheerful lately. The snows had finally come, blanketing the castle in a fine powder. Draco seemed to love the snow, as did Hermione but it left him with a light melancholy.
Ron shrugged, scooped up the book and plopped it on the table. He fiddled with the pages, looking up at his best friend before regaining his focus on the table. His eyes widened, seeing all the books on ancient magic and ritual rites, “Hey yourself. Fred and George are taking requests for pranking supplies. Want any?” Harry shrugged and looked at a book thoughtfully, “What’s with you, mate? You’ve been a ghost the last couple of weeks and now you don’t wanna prank the Slytherins?”
Okay, pranking was fun but it was distracting and he was on a mission right now. But Ron wouldn’t
understand that. Hermione would, but not his other best friend. Sighing, “Just had a lot on my mind...”
Nodding, “Yeah, the Sirius Black thing...”
Harry felt something inside of him still. The part of him that had let him know he was out of the loop on some things, “Yeah...did your father tell you anything about him?”
“Just that he was after you. Shoulda seen Diagon Alley. There were pictures of him posted everywhere... mum about had a fit when she found out.”
Finger tracing the letters of one book, “...shocking isn’t it?”
Scoffing, “I’ll say. Git that gets your parents killed gets loose just to hunt you down! Wish I coulda been there when they caught him the first time- Harry? You okay?”
Harry was as pale as a sheet and trembling, but it didn’t have anything to do with fright and everything to do with anger. Someone, a certain guardian, would have known he would have been in the dark about that, “No. I’m not.”
***
“Harry, c’mon mate, please stop!”
Harry slammed a hand into the stone, scraping his knuckles but he didn’t care. Draco stared at the two
of them having skidded to a halt from running out of the library, Ron holding out his hands helplessly. Draco sighed through his nose, dropped his books and grabbed Harry’s wrist, hand on the back of his neck to steer him, “Yes, Harry, punish the wall. Very productive.” He just couldn’t study in peace, could he?
The Gryffindor shook himself free and glared at the blond, “Did you know, too?”
Frowning, “Know what?”
“That Black helped kill my parents, that’s what.”
That was news to him. What the hell had Weasley said? Shaking his head, “No.”
Harry let his hands fly above his head and stalk around the corridor, “Then you’re about the only
one ‘cause apparently everyone knew except me.”
Draco glared at Ron who looked sheepish. Shaking his head, “Harry, get a grip on yourself-...”
“Why? Can’t I be angry? Be upset. My parents’ murderer is running around out there and...and...ahh!”
Harry started hitting the stone repeatedly, his knuckles splitting and bleeding. Ron tried to grab him
and he knocked his best friend to the ground, continuing to bash wanting to destroy. Draco flicked his wand, mumbling something under his breath. Harry groaned and crumpled to the ground, Draco glaring and pointing to his books, sending them hurling down the corridor for his desk in the Ravenclaw dormitory. One thing at a time. Putting away his wand before lifting his torso, “Help me.”
He hated being younger. Both boys were taller and heavier than him. He could use a spell and levitate the brunette but it might interfere with the spell Harry was already under. Ron rubbed his shoulder and grabbed Harry’s legs, lifting him between the two of them, “What’d you do to him?”
“Sleepy time charm.”
Scoffing, “That’s for toddlers!”
Shrugging with a grin, “Worked, didn’t it?”
“Only until he wakes up.”
Shaking his head, grunting as they took the stairs, “Merlin I hate stairs...he won’t wake up...not till morning ...not till I’ve talked with Albus...”
I feel a confrontation coming on...