Up the Duff
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
26,395
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172
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Whore-crux
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The monster that haunted Hogwarts castle was a mean one. No doubt about it. There wasn’t a drop of mercy in its vicious little heart. It skulked around in the halls, hidden in plain sight while it eaves dropped on private conversations. Looking for any weakness it might exploit to suit its thoroughly evil purpose.
It crept into the rooms of the students at will. Invading their privacy, reading their diaries, watching furtively for the ones it could manipulate and control. It had so far found only two, but they were perfect for what it intended.
It slunk along the empty hallways of the castle at night, plotting and planning a most nefarious scheme as it dreamed of revenge against Harry Potter Malfoy and his mate. It lurked in corners, it loitered in bathrooms, it....... Squeezed pumpkins?
The monster wrinkled up its long nose and growled under its breath as it once again gave the fibrous mass in its hand a hard squeeze, and was once again rewarded with almost two drops of juice. Gods! It hated pumpkins. As a matter of fact, after spending the last few months as a house elf; it had come to despise anything that was orange. Viciously it stabbed at another of the large orange balls that it was expected to pulverize into juice for the stupid brats of Hogwarts consumption.
For about the billionth time it cursed Hogwarts, Hogwarts students, Harry Potter-Malfoy and Draco Malfoy-Potter. This was clearly all their fault. Most specifically Draco’s fault. The thing grinned evilly, and crushed the pumpkin in its hands while imagining it to be a traitorous blond head.
“You is doing it again!” A high pitched voice squeaked beside it. “You is squeezing too hard. It makes the juice all stringy!”
A snarl curled its lips as the thing turned and faced its immediate supervisor, the ever so loyal Pinky the house elf. “Fuck off!” It growled threateningly.
Pinky’s eyes went round as saucers. “You is bad elf! I is telling!” And off she ran to squeal to the head elf of Hogwarts kitchens. Disgusted, the monster threw the gob of squashed pumpkin to the floor, and then proceeded to jump up and down on it in fury. It had already had more than one run in with the head elf, and the fucker had lectured and droned on and on about acceptable house elf behavior until it would have gladly hung itself just to escape.
It sat down in the middle of the mess it had made, and let its large bottom lip poke out petulantly. Why o’ why hadn’t it listened when its master had told it that one must be very careful in the placement of a horcrux? At the time, it hadn’t really seemed to matter; as there was no reason to think that it would die any time soon.
The horcrux had been fairly easy to make, and a house elf had seemed to be the perfect place to hide one. It hadn’t taken much to rip the soul out of the lesser creature, and implant a sliver of its own inside. Placing the reanimated house elf at Hogwarts had also seemed like pure genius at the time. It had taken very little of its magic to keep the thing moving around and acting as a house elf should, but now... now its true body had been stolen from it by a snotty blonde vampire and its mate, and it was actually stuck inside the vessel it had so cleverly hidden its horcrux in.
Not only that, but it had been stingy with the slice of soul it had put into the elf. It now had only a small portion of the magic it had possessed when alive, and because it had killed the house elf’s soul to take its body, it had no elf magic to draw upon either. It had only a little of its former magic, and its own cunning to depend upon. It would have to be enough.
“Master.” It groaned pitifully. Voldermort had known what he was doing when he had created his own horcruxs. The Dark Lord would never have been so foolish as to allow himself to be trapped within one. If only it could speak with its master one last time. Voldermort could make this whole nightmare end.
“Trixie!” The head house elf screeched across the kitchen.
With a deep sigh it pulled itself to its feet and went forward to hear Dobby’s extensive sermon on proper house elf etiquette all over again.
Draco Malfoy-Potter and Harry Potter-Malfoy were definitely going to pay for this, it vowed to itself. Oh yes, both they and their children would pay if it was the last thing she ever did.... or her name wasn’t Bellatrix Athena Lestrange.
tbc....
The monster that haunted Hogwarts castle was a mean one. No doubt about it. There wasn’t a drop of mercy in its vicious little heart. It skulked around in the halls, hidden in plain sight while it eaves dropped on private conversations. Looking for any weakness it might exploit to suit its thoroughly evil purpose.
It crept into the rooms of the students at will. Invading their privacy, reading their diaries, watching furtively for the ones it could manipulate and control. It had so far found only two, but they were perfect for what it intended.
It slunk along the empty hallways of the castle at night, plotting and planning a most nefarious scheme as it dreamed of revenge against Harry Potter Malfoy and his mate. It lurked in corners, it loitered in bathrooms, it....... Squeezed pumpkins?
The monster wrinkled up its long nose and growled under its breath as it once again gave the fibrous mass in its hand a hard squeeze, and was once again rewarded with almost two drops of juice. Gods! It hated pumpkins. As a matter of fact, after spending the last few months as a house elf; it had come to despise anything that was orange. Viciously it stabbed at another of the large orange balls that it was expected to pulverize into juice for the stupid brats of Hogwarts consumption.
For about the billionth time it cursed Hogwarts, Hogwarts students, Harry Potter-Malfoy and Draco Malfoy-Potter. This was clearly all their fault. Most specifically Draco’s fault. The thing grinned evilly, and crushed the pumpkin in its hands while imagining it to be a traitorous blond head.
“You is doing it again!” A high pitched voice squeaked beside it. “You is squeezing too hard. It makes the juice all stringy!”
A snarl curled its lips as the thing turned and faced its immediate supervisor, the ever so loyal Pinky the house elf. “Fuck off!” It growled threateningly.
Pinky’s eyes went round as saucers. “You is bad elf! I is telling!” And off she ran to squeal to the head elf of Hogwarts kitchens. Disgusted, the monster threw the gob of squashed pumpkin to the floor, and then proceeded to jump up and down on it in fury. It had already had more than one run in with the head elf, and the fucker had lectured and droned on and on about acceptable house elf behavior until it would have gladly hung itself just to escape.
It sat down in the middle of the mess it had made, and let its large bottom lip poke out petulantly. Why o’ why hadn’t it listened when its master had told it that one must be very careful in the placement of a horcrux? At the time, it hadn’t really seemed to matter; as there was no reason to think that it would die any time soon.
The horcrux had been fairly easy to make, and a house elf had seemed to be the perfect place to hide one. It hadn’t taken much to rip the soul out of the lesser creature, and implant a sliver of its own inside. Placing the reanimated house elf at Hogwarts had also seemed like pure genius at the time. It had taken very little of its magic to keep the thing moving around and acting as a house elf should, but now... now its true body had been stolen from it by a snotty blonde vampire and its mate, and it was actually stuck inside the vessel it had so cleverly hidden its horcrux in.
Not only that, but it had been stingy with the slice of soul it had put into the elf. It now had only a small portion of the magic it had possessed when alive, and because it had killed the house elf’s soul to take its body, it had no elf magic to draw upon either. It had only a little of its former magic, and its own cunning to depend upon. It would have to be enough.
“Master.” It groaned pitifully. Voldermort had known what he was doing when he had created his own horcruxs. The Dark Lord would never have been so foolish as to allow himself to be trapped within one. If only it could speak with its master one last time. Voldermort could make this whole nightmare end.
“Trixie!” The head house elf screeched across the kitchen.
With a deep sigh it pulled itself to its feet and went forward to hear Dobby’s extensive sermon on proper house elf etiquette all over again.
Draco Malfoy-Potter and Harry Potter-Malfoy were definitely going to pay for this, it vowed to itself. Oh yes, both they and their children would pay if it was the last thing she ever did.... or her name wasn’t Bellatrix Athena Lestrange.
tbc....