The Devil Runs Wild

I'm editing this chapter purely because I got a review that I don't understand.
Rachy: The only thing I don't understand about your comment is that you said you read all the way up to CHAPTER 10. Why would you read that much of the story if you despise it? To me, that seems "retarded."

******~Rescue: Part 1~

Harry woke up with a headache. He groaned and attempted to roll over onto his back, but it ended up being more of a falling movement. He groaned again as his back hit the hard bench. He wondered why Draco didn’t want him to sleep on a bed. What was wrong with a bed?

Harry moved his eyes as he heard the noise of the door opening. His first inclination was to get up off the bench when he saw Draco, but Harry didn’t believe he could manage that - even the small movement with his eyes hurt. He had a horrible headache.

“Draco, I have a horrible headache,” Harry said.

Draco looked at him and frowned. Harry mentally slapped himself for upsetting Draco with his statement, although he didn’t know why Draco was upset by it.

“You will feel better soon,” Draco said and straightened up, raising his chin. Harry thought that movement was odd. He hadn’t seen Draco imitate his father this much since school…

“Why do you act like your father so much?” Harry asked without thinking and mentally slapped himself yet again as Draco frowned at him in displeasure.

“I didn’t realize that I was,” Draco said.

“Well stop,” Harry said and mentally slapped himself again as Draco glared at him. Clearly, Harry could not think straight with the headache that was threatening to make his head explode.

“I’ll do what I please. YOU will not tell me what to do,” Draco said simply. Draco had already drawn his wand and began extracting magic from Harry. Harry sighed as he felt more energy drain from him.

“Why do you need my magic?” Harry asked and was too drowsy to flinch back from Draco’s glare. Draco didn’t answer him at all.

“I don’t like being in this room all the time. I don’t like sleeping all the time and I don’t like you not being here all the time,” Harry said and Draco simply drew back his wand as he finished, turned and began walking away. “I don’t like it,” Harry said again, but Draco merely slipped out the door without looking back. Harry sighed and shut his eyes. He slipped back into an unconscious state within moments.

******

“From what I’ve been able to gather, my husband is involved,” Narcissa said to Severus, who sat opposite her in front of the fireplace of Severus’ childhood home.

“Does he know where the boy is located?” Severus asked.

Narcissa nodded. “I believe he does.”

Severus thought for a moment. “I will need a hair,” he said and Narcissa nodded.

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“Why are you going? I should go!” Draco ranted to Severus as he stirred the polyjuice potion.

“Do you really believe you would be more apt to handle this situation, Draco? The last time you were in front of the Dark Lord, you screamed,” Severus said.

“He cast cruciatus on me!” Draco yelled.

“You’re father would never scream after having such a spell cast on him,” Severus said simply.

Draco sighed. “Fine,” he said. “Just don’t scare hi…just don’t screw up,” Draco growled and stormed out of the basement of the Weasley’s home in which Severus had occupied to stir his potion.

Severus looked after Draco, a bit of shock present in his features. He could have sworn Draco was about to say “don’t scare him” and the ‘him’ he had been referring to was most definitely not a reference to himself. Draco was worried about Harry Potter as if he were a close friend. Severus could not think of any person that Draco had ever given such consideration to, outside of his family and himself. That attachment would simply be a hinderance to rescuing the boy, however, and Draco would not be of assistance. Especially when Draco seemed to be taken by extreme boughts of painful seizures from time to time, mostly in the mornings, but a few have occurred during the day. Draco had still been trying to bring Potter to him to no avail. Severus had not been able to do anything for Draco except ease the pain. No matter, he would do his part now.

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Hermione sat at the kitchen table, thoroughly upset that she was not allowed to do anything to help Harry.

“I don’t get to do anything either,” Ron said shrugging, which earned him a hard glare. Ron grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table and stopped talking.

“It would be too dangerous for any of us to be involved, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Severus must do this on his own,” Dumbledore’s portrait added.

“But I want to help!” Hermione threw her hands up in dismay.

“And you think I don’t?” Draco growled as he entered the kitchen.

Hermione looked at Draco and her face softened. Draco hated that. He grabbed some fruit quickly, turned, and walked out of the kitchen.

Draco muttered under his breath as he walked up the stairs - something involving numerous curses. Draco didn’t think Granger had any right to care about Potter. Harry was his to protect, to help and he had the hell of a lot of nothing to do with Granger.

But Harry cared about Granger and that Weasley, didn’t he?

Draco cursed the stupid voice in his head that enlightened him to that information and slammed his door shut.

********

Narcissa Malfoy poured the precise amount of the sleeping drought into her husbands drink and handed it to her husband who sat across from her at the dinning table.

“You look troubled,” Narcissa pointed out after her husband took a small sip of his drink.

Lucius sighed, a slight nod made as agreement.

“The Dark Lord is worried…” Lucius said. Lucius knew the Dark Lord was upset that the extraction of magic from Potter was taking more time than he anticipated. Apparently, the boy had more magic than he had originally assumed. Lucius had not told the Dark Lord that Potter had been regaining his coherent speech for fear the Dark Lord would punish him for what Potter had said. The fact that Potter had noticed he was behaving like himself and not Draco could lead to the halt of the extraction completely. He could not let the Dark Lord know of his failure. The boy may refuse the extraction of his magic if he comes to realize that he is not his son and the Dark Lord’s plans would have been for nothing.

Another thing that bothered Lucius was the fact that Potter seemed to be regaining his strength. It is a small and unnoticeable difference in strength, but Lucius could tell that little by little, Potter was becoming stronger. Lucius seriously hoped that he had simply gone mad because something like this is unheard of; it would mean that Potter had the ability to regenerate his own magic, which simply is not possible. Lucius did not wish to see such a possibility and had proceeded to push this information to the back of his mind, forgetting consciously that it meant anything at all. Lucius was a slytherin and self-preservation was always preferred, even when the mind and memory is being altered.

Narcissa studied her husband and picked out small words and gestures that would be helpful to Severus. She could not feel guilty for spying on her own husband like this after seeing the way he behaved when he heard of his son’s death. She had not known her husband could be uncaring of the one thing she treasured in the world. It allowed her to realize her husbands lack of care for herself. Whatever love she had had for husband diminished after that.

*********

Severus waited in front of his fireplace, pacing back and fourth, holding the vial of polyjuice in his hand. Severus hoped that this mission would go smoothly and he hoped the Dark Lord would not realize it was him. He certainly hoped this would not be his last mission.

Narcissa appeared out of the fireplace as Severus was going over his plan. It was then that she handed him the hair he would need to transform into Lucius.

“The Dark Lord is worried,” Narcissa said. “Lucius is upset.”

Severus looked up at Narcissa. The Dark Lord had a tendency to behave a bit more recklessly when he was worried and if Lucius was upset about it, then that would mean the Dark Lord’s emotions were showing. Severus thought this to be an immense benefit to his mission. The Dark Lord would be less observant if he was worried, giving Severus a better chance of fooling him.

“Excellent,” Severus said and added the hair.

*********

Draco paced in his room. He knew Severus was now off to meet the Dark Lord. He could do nothing. He was of no help at all. Even when he did try, he just ended up in pain having fantastically attractive seizures on the floor. Severus had thought it was entirely an unconscious act and Draco had decided not to tell of the times he purposely tried to magic Harry to him. Needless to say, it hadn’t worked. He didn’t know why exactly Harry Potter was so important to him, he just knew that he was. He knew the bond they shared might play a role in his feelings about it all but he couldn’t explain that when he thought about “wanting Potter” he had reasons why. If it was just the spell, he wouldn’t have reasons, he would just feel.

He wished that he could do something about it. Severus would probably yell at Potter to get up and run or something and Harry might get freaked out by having the figure of his father yelling at him like that. He hoped Severus wouldn’t act like an asshole like he did when he taught, but it was Severus and Draco could never be sure with him. Even Severus acting what he called “nice” might scare Harry. He didn’t want Harry to be scared!

Merlin, Draco thought. I sound like a love-sick fairy!

A knock on his door made him turn around.

“Who is it?” he shouted at the door.

“Why don’t you open it and see?” Ron’s voice sounded back.

“Go away!” Draco said and went back to his pacing.

“Open this door right now!” a female voice sounded out.

Great, Granger.

Draco opened the door and glared at the two best friends of Harry Potter. “What do you want?” he asked gruffly.

Hermione elbowed Ron in the stomach and Ron coughed but held up a plate of chocolate cake. “Would you like some cake?” he asked. Malfoy just stared at him like he had two head.

“We would like to talk,” Hermione added.

Malfoy groaned. Oh dear lord, they were trying to bond with him! Draco didn’t want to speak to either one of them, frankly, but that cake did look pretty good. Only one way out of this. Draco grabbed the cake, mumbled “Not now,” and closed the door.

“Hey!” Draco heard through the door. Draco smirked and sat down on his bed and ate his cake.

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Hermione, slightly affronted at Draco’s attitude, took out her wand and began casting her way through Draco’s personal wards.

“Hurry up. He stole that cake!” Ron said, crossing his arms.

“He didn’t steal it, Ronald. We offered it to him,” Hermione said.

“No, we offered it to him to get something in return. You wanted to talk with him, right?” Ron said and waited for Hermione to nod before continuing. “Well he didn’t pay up! So he STOLE that cake!” Ron said matter-of-factly.

Hermione sighed and went back to work on the wards.

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Severus walked into the Dark Lord’s throne room with every bit of the arrogance displayed by a ‘Malfoy’ and was surprised to see the Dark Lord not in his throne, but instead looking out the window with a contemplative look present in his features.

“My Lord,” Severus addressed the Dark Lord and bowed.

The Dark Lord did not even look to him, but continued to stare out the window. The Dark Lord was most likely worried about his various failures in his attacks these past few weeks. The Order had increased their size to the near thousands after the attack the Dark Lord had sent against Durmstrang. His intent had been to capture a certain betrayer, of course, but in the process he had injured several children from elite families. He had made many enemies with that one attack - enemies that were willing to join the Order, if only for revenge.

The Dark Lord eventually turned his head and looked upon him. “Go extract more magic from the boy, Lucius,” he hissed dismissively.

Severus bowed his head and was about to turn when he noticed the Dark Lord’s slightly raised forehead, indicting puzzlement. Perhaps Severus had done something wrong?

“Have you brought polyjuice with you, Lucius?” the Dark Lord hissed and Severus’ heart skipped a beat. Did the Dark Lord realize….?

Severus chose his words carefully. “I had none left, my Lord,” Severus said.

The Dark Lord hissed. “Nagina!” he said. The snake slithered out from under the throne and out of the room, returning moments later with a vial. Severus took the vial from Nagina’s tail that wrapped around it and bowed again to the Dark Lord. He drank the potion quickly, knowing he had no choice. As the Dark Lord returned his gaze to the window, Severus walked out of the room.

Severus looked down at himself and was not overtly surprised to see that he had turned into Draco. The Dark Lord’s reasoning behind the bond spells must have included the use of Draco in some way; it was not done for nothing. The Dark Lord had said that he was to “extract magic from the boy” and Severus knew that in order to do so, one must have a willing donor. Harry had turned into Draco’s slave with the last bond spell and it would make Harry very willing to give his magic away to him. Hopefully, Potter had not been reduced to a human that was barely a wizard, but Severus knew that it was likely that Potter’s magic was nearly gone completely after so much time had passed. A month! Severus could not have acted sooner, unfortunately. He had had to make polyjuice as well as an undetectable sleeping draught combined with a memory charm. It had not been easy.

Severus sighed as he stepped out of the throne room and walked toward the dungeons, assuming the boy would have been brought there. Narcissa had said she had not been able to find out where the boy was and had worried that Severus would not be able to, but Severus knew that he would be able to find the boy once inside the Dark Lord’s castle.

Severus came by several rooms that were unoccupied and a few more that held muggles. Severus closed himself off when he saw these muggles, he could not save them now.

Severus eventually came to a door that was locked and knew he had found the room. He glided his wand - or Lucius’ wand - over the door lock and it opened easily. He creaked the heavy door open and saw Potter lying on a bench in the center of the room.

*******

Harry woke up to the creaking of the door, knowing it was Draco without opening his eyes. Harry honestly hadn’t seen anyone else besides Draco for…..he didn’t know how long. He opened his eyes finally and looked to Draco who had not spoken as of yet.

“Draco, why don’t I ever see anyone else?” Harry asked, determined to get some answers this time. Hopefully, he would be able to remain awake long enough this visit.

“Potter, are you able to walk?” Severus asked, noting the weakness in the boy.

Harry was confused. “Huh?” he said.

Severus repeated himself and at Potter’s blank look, he decided it best to order the boy around much like Lucius must have done during the time he had spent here.

“Get up. We are leaving,” Severus said.

“Draco, you sound different,” Harry said. Severus raised an eyebrow. Of course, he had been expecting to portray Lucius, not Draco. Severus sighed and continued again in a softer, more immature, Draco-like way.

“You want to see your friends, don’t you?” Severus said, glaring a bit in the way his immature godson might.

Harry looked at Draco, biting his bottom lip. “If you want me to,” he said very quietly.

Severus sighed. “Yes, I do. Now can you walk?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded but as he tried to stand up, Severus could tell that he was not physically capable to walking very far. He went over to Potter and helped hold him up.

“I will help you,” Severus said.

“Thank you,” Harry said automatically and smiled broadly because Draco had not touched him in weeks. He leaned heavily on Draco’s shoulder, afraid that he might move away. Draco did not.

“Come,” Severus said.