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Odd Sense of Humor
Author: Akumu Suta-Raito
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, H/C
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Language, Anal, Explicit Torture, Disturbing imagery.
Summary: HD Dark Epic. 'A single tear found its way down his cheek, hidden by his death-mask.' In the summer before sixth year, Draco Malfoy attended a Dark Revel. It wasn't what he expected.
Author’s Note: Alright, this is the third chapter. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I just started my second semester of college (I’m a freshman) and seeing that people appreciate my writing really cheers me up. The replies to all reviews are at the end of the chapter.
Chapter Three: Odd Sense of Humor
Harry was still joking around with Sirius (he was having a good time teasing Sirius with Remus in the room) when he heard the front door slam, setting off Mrs. Black. Harry had never known such a schizophrenic portrait; he often wonder if something Darker than a permanent sticking charm was keeping the likeness of Sirius’ mother on the wall.
“Oy, everyone should know by now not to slam the bloody door,” Sirius yelled crossly over the screeching of the enraged portrait. He was already affected by the close proximity to Remus, he didn’t need to here his mother’s voice screaming about ‘murderous half-bloods’ and ‘unworthy intruders into the Most Noble House of Black.’
Seeing the rather peeved expression on Sirius’ face, Remus quietly offered to go deal with the unruly portrait… just like he did everything. Gently, softly. Remus always seemed calm and serene, but Sirius knew the passion that lurked behind those tranquil amber eyes. He’d had the benefit of seeing the werewolf loose his famed disposition, of seeing the animal Remus guarded so religiously. His love, even in anger, was so beautiful…
“Sirius?” Snapping back to the present, Sirius saw the concern reflected on Remus’ face. He ruefully thought that the other man worried too much about others when he should be worried about himself.
“What?” Immediately after realizing the sharp tone of the word, he grimaced. He hadn’t meant to be short with Remus. Even weak as he was; his hormones were jumping all over, alternating between making him horny and irritable. “Sorry Remus. I…”
A rather calculating look appeared on Remus’ face before he shook his heading, sighing as he did so. “It’s alright Sirius. I know you’re tired – I should let you get your rest, I should probably see who was at the door anyhow.” Before Sirius or Harry had time to react, Remus was out the bedroom door and halfway down the stairs.
Staring at the empty spot next to his bed, Sirius growled to himself and rubbed his hand roughly over his face. “Bugger all. I’m bad at this, aren’t I Harry?”
Harry opened his mouth, intent on saying something comforting, but decided on the truth. “Yeah, you rather are.”
Making a pitiful moaning sound, Sirius rubbed at his eyes even more furiously. “Fuck.”
“It’s alright Siri… really! Maybe you should just, y’know – not talk next time?”
Snickering in spite himself, Sirius slowly nodded. “That might be a good idea.”
Finally!
The Dark Lord had decided to relieve his followers of their ‘duty.’ Severus supposed he was the only one to be happy to be leaving the presence of his ‘Lord’ – the inbred fools were too idiotic to see the Dark Lord could care less about their wants and needs, he only wanted them to serve his own purposes.
No matter, they would serve Him as loyally as their addled brains were able to – which wasn’t very adequately, Severus had to admit.
Feeling that his daily quota for ‘Death Eater Insults’ had been filled for the day, Severus contented himself with the knowledge that now he could finally do something for his godson besides pretending to revel in his pain.
As he Apparated as close as he dared to Headquarters (one could never been too careful of spying eyes, he should know better than anyone) Severus began to mentally prepare himself for the argument that would convince the numbskulls at Number 12 to assist him in the rescue of Draco.
First, he would bring up the courageous save of that muggle girl; nearly all the Order were Gryffindors that would swoon at the idea of getting one up on the Dark Lord.
After that, he would most definitely bring up Draco’s rather impulsive killing of Bellatrix Lestrange. That would get Black, Lupin, and even Potter on his side – they all had wanted a ‘crack’ at the insane bitch. And although he didn’t like the presumptuous brat, he knew getting Potter on his side would be essential to getting the Order to issue a rescue mission.
Yes, Potter would be vital.
If some people were still unmoved after all of that, he would then bring up the torture. Severus shivered and quickened his steps as he thought of the pain Draco could be going through at this very moment.
In fact, he walked so quickly, his stride nearly became a sprint and he was at the front door of Headquarters before he knew it. Sparing no moment he knocked, and then rang the doorbell repeatedly as he tapped his foot impatiently.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the door was answered by his moderately bushy-haired student. Not bothering to pay attention to her undignified squeak as he pushed pass her, Severus quickly strode to down the hall, slamming the door behind him.
It wasn’t merely slammed for dramatic effect, no, he knew that ghastly portrait of the Black matriarch would stir people better than most things would.
Those who weren’t moved by the screeching would certainly be interested as to why Severus Snape was calling an emergency meeting via Patronus charm.
Draco had once been fearful of his father’s anger. Lucius’ rage was nearly palpable the last time he had come to ‘visit;’ Draco could almost taste it in the air as he gasped for breath after each agonizing spell unleashed upon his bleeding flesh.
But despite the horror of feeling his intestines moving in his stomach like snakes after a whispered spell his father never taught him, despite being the disappointment he had always feared he would be, despite knowing he would die in a bug infested cell built by his sadistic ancestors, despite a million other despites…
He could fear his father no longer. Maybe the pain was finally eating away at his mind, but Draco couldn’t help but to be apathetic when his father decided that he’d gone two hours without mind-bending amounts of pain throbbing through his body. He was, at best, mildly interest when he heard a spell uttered that he didn’t know – but he always found out what they did soon enough.
That is not to say that Draco didn’t fear. Oh, he feared. He feared so much that he imagined the essence of it crystallized on the wall he was often chained to, or in the corner he curled in when he was released from the manacles.
Draco didn’t know what crystallized fear might look like – he rather imagined it looked like cloudy, dark quartz for some reason, but perhaps it wasn’t dark or cloudy at all. It could be a pale blue, or yellow, or even pink.
If that were the case, perhaps the Death Eaters should change their robe colors from black to pink.
Draco laughed, or made a sound that might have been laughter if he were in a nightmarish universe where the rasping sound of a throat too sore and raw to speak was the sound heard when one was joyful.
Nevertheless, he continued making that horrid, horrid sound not knowing what was funny or even why he was laughing but he was unable to stop and oh how it hurt because he’d just screamed himself raw a couple of hours ago and he wanted to stop but he couldn’t but how he wanted to and he could see golden eyes through his blindness, staring accusingly and he was sorry and it hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt… and oh please, please make it stop!
No.
No.
Stop laughing. Stop!
Finally, Draco was able to stop.
What had he been thinking about? Oh, yes, fear.
Draco did fear. He feared the times when he could feel someone in the cell with him, breathing harshly, and each breath sounding like a menacing hiss – he feared because he knew it was the Dark Lord.
And worse – he did nothing, nothing but stare at Draco. Draco could feel the red eyes on his skin even if he couldn’t see them. He wondered what the Dark Lord found so interesting about him.
Perhaps there was something on his face.
Draco began to laugh again, and he finally gave up the little spark of hope that he would die with his sanity.
TBC
SoftObsidian74: Lol. Well… I do see much happiness in the future for all of the boys… however, getting there will be a bit difficult. But don’t worry… I don’t do sad endings. Thanks for the review!
paigeey07: Heh. Your little review kept my spirits up! Thanks for reviewing.
Vittani: Wow. Long review. But I’m not complaining! I’m flattered that you thought my story warranted such a detailed response. Yes, I thought about mentioning how both Sirius and Remus failed to trust each other the first time around, thinking the other was a spy. But I decided to let it become a later complication in their rekindling relationship; I don’t want to give too much away.
I love Remus as well, partly because he’s such a versatile character. As for Snape, I thought it would be interesting to get into his head and show what he must be thinking during the times he’s pretending to be a Death Eater. I also believed him to be a good guy as well, you can’t believe the arguments I used to get into for defending him, lol. And I’m so flattered that you believe every person is in character – I was really aiming for that, and sometimes it’s hard to keep sight of it when writing. Thanks for the review!
Whitmore: Yes, this story does have many possibilities, probably because I’m writing it spontaneously. Thanks for the review.
freelancer360: I wanted to interject a little bit of cuteness into the fic with a Sirius/Remus side story, I’m glad to know that you appreciated it. Draco won’t be in that horrible manor forever, so don’t worry. And I’m glad you believe that Slytherins have as much emotional range as anyone else. I’m tired of people being lazy and writing them (especially Snape) as one dimensional characters when they’re anything but. Yes, Snape has been dealt a crappy hand in life, but in my fic I do have a bit of happiness in store for him! Thanks for the review!
Lilith: I’m happy that you noted the contrast between the two settings. On Harry’s side, things are rather light, while Draco is being put through emotional, physical, and mental torture. I like the parallel structure the two. Thanks for the review!
retaro0: Wow, that’s a pretty good review to say you’re doing it from a cell phone! I’m happy you provided feedback, it makes me blush. I’m glad you like the plot – it’s been sitting around in my head for a while and I’m just putting it to paper now. Thanks for the review!
thrnbrook: I will eventually heal Draco, I promise! But he’ll have to suffer for now.
Lisa: Thanks for the review, you made me smile! Hopefully this chapter will live up to you expectations.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, H/C
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Language, Anal, Explicit Torture, Disturbing imagery.
Summary: HD Dark Epic. 'A single tear found its way down his cheek, hidden by his death-mask.' In the summer before sixth year, Draco Malfoy attended a Dark Revel. It wasn't what he expected.
Author’s Note: Alright, this is the third chapter. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I just started my second semester of college (I’m a freshman) and seeing that people appreciate my writing really cheers me up. The replies to all reviews are at the end of the chapter.
Chapter Three: Odd Sense of Humor
Harry was still joking around with Sirius (he was having a good time teasing Sirius with Remus in the room) when he heard the front door slam, setting off Mrs. Black. Harry had never known such a schizophrenic portrait; he often wonder if something Darker than a permanent sticking charm was keeping the likeness of Sirius’ mother on the wall.
“Oy, everyone should know by now not to slam the bloody door,” Sirius yelled crossly over the screeching of the enraged portrait. He was already affected by the close proximity to Remus, he didn’t need to here his mother’s voice screaming about ‘murderous half-bloods’ and ‘unworthy intruders into the Most Noble House of Black.’
Seeing the rather peeved expression on Sirius’ face, Remus quietly offered to go deal with the unruly portrait… just like he did everything. Gently, softly. Remus always seemed calm and serene, but Sirius knew the passion that lurked behind those tranquil amber eyes. He’d had the benefit of seeing the werewolf loose his famed disposition, of seeing the animal Remus guarded so religiously. His love, even in anger, was so beautiful…
“Sirius?” Snapping back to the present, Sirius saw the concern reflected on Remus’ face. He ruefully thought that the other man worried too much about others when he should be worried about himself.
“What?” Immediately after realizing the sharp tone of the word, he grimaced. He hadn’t meant to be short with Remus. Even weak as he was; his hormones were jumping all over, alternating between making him horny and irritable. “Sorry Remus. I…”
A rather calculating look appeared on Remus’ face before he shook his heading, sighing as he did so. “It’s alright Sirius. I know you’re tired – I should let you get your rest, I should probably see who was at the door anyhow.” Before Sirius or Harry had time to react, Remus was out the bedroom door and halfway down the stairs.
Staring at the empty spot next to his bed, Sirius growled to himself and rubbed his hand roughly over his face. “Bugger all. I’m bad at this, aren’t I Harry?”
Harry opened his mouth, intent on saying something comforting, but decided on the truth. “Yeah, you rather are.”
Making a pitiful moaning sound, Sirius rubbed at his eyes even more furiously. “Fuck.”
“It’s alright Siri… really! Maybe you should just, y’know – not talk next time?”
Snickering in spite himself, Sirius slowly nodded. “That might be a good idea.”
Finally!
The Dark Lord had decided to relieve his followers of their ‘duty.’ Severus supposed he was the only one to be happy to be leaving the presence of his ‘Lord’ – the inbred fools were too idiotic to see the Dark Lord could care less about their wants and needs, he only wanted them to serve his own purposes.
No matter, they would serve Him as loyally as their addled brains were able to – which wasn’t very adequately, Severus had to admit.
Feeling that his daily quota for ‘Death Eater Insults’ had been filled for the day, Severus contented himself with the knowledge that now he could finally do something for his godson besides pretending to revel in his pain.
As he Apparated as close as he dared to Headquarters (one could never been too careful of spying eyes, he should know better than anyone) Severus began to mentally prepare himself for the argument that would convince the numbskulls at Number 12 to assist him in the rescue of Draco.
First, he would bring up the courageous save of that muggle girl; nearly all the Order were Gryffindors that would swoon at the idea of getting one up on the Dark Lord.
After that, he would most definitely bring up Draco’s rather impulsive killing of Bellatrix Lestrange. That would get Black, Lupin, and even Potter on his side – they all had wanted a ‘crack’ at the insane bitch. And although he didn’t like the presumptuous brat, he knew getting Potter on his side would be essential to getting the Order to issue a rescue mission.
Yes, Potter would be vital.
If some people were still unmoved after all of that, he would then bring up the torture. Severus shivered and quickened his steps as he thought of the pain Draco could be going through at this very moment.
In fact, he walked so quickly, his stride nearly became a sprint and he was at the front door of Headquarters before he knew it. Sparing no moment he knocked, and then rang the doorbell repeatedly as he tapped his foot impatiently.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the door was answered by his moderately bushy-haired student. Not bothering to pay attention to her undignified squeak as he pushed pass her, Severus quickly strode to down the hall, slamming the door behind him.
It wasn’t merely slammed for dramatic effect, no, he knew that ghastly portrait of the Black matriarch would stir people better than most things would.
Those who weren’t moved by the screeching would certainly be interested as to why Severus Snape was calling an emergency meeting via Patronus charm.
Draco had once been fearful of his father’s anger. Lucius’ rage was nearly palpable the last time he had come to ‘visit;’ Draco could almost taste it in the air as he gasped for breath after each agonizing spell unleashed upon his bleeding flesh.
But despite the horror of feeling his intestines moving in his stomach like snakes after a whispered spell his father never taught him, despite being the disappointment he had always feared he would be, despite knowing he would die in a bug infested cell built by his sadistic ancestors, despite a million other despites…
He could fear his father no longer. Maybe the pain was finally eating away at his mind, but Draco couldn’t help but to be apathetic when his father decided that he’d gone two hours without mind-bending amounts of pain throbbing through his body. He was, at best, mildly interest when he heard a spell uttered that he didn’t know – but he always found out what they did soon enough.
That is not to say that Draco didn’t fear. Oh, he feared. He feared so much that he imagined the essence of it crystallized on the wall he was often chained to, or in the corner he curled in when he was released from the manacles.
Draco didn’t know what crystallized fear might look like – he rather imagined it looked like cloudy, dark quartz for some reason, but perhaps it wasn’t dark or cloudy at all. It could be a pale blue, or yellow, or even pink.
If that were the case, perhaps the Death Eaters should change their robe colors from black to pink.
Draco laughed, or made a sound that might have been laughter if he were in a nightmarish universe where the rasping sound of a throat too sore and raw to speak was the sound heard when one was joyful.
Nevertheless, he continued making that horrid, horrid sound not knowing what was funny or even why he was laughing but he was unable to stop and oh how it hurt because he’d just screamed himself raw a couple of hours ago and he wanted to stop but he couldn’t but how he wanted to and he could see golden eyes through his blindness, staring accusingly and he was sorry and it hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt… and oh please, please make it stop!
No.
No.
Stop laughing. Stop!
Finally, Draco was able to stop.
What had he been thinking about? Oh, yes, fear.
Draco did fear. He feared the times when he could feel someone in the cell with him, breathing harshly, and each breath sounding like a menacing hiss – he feared because he knew it was the Dark Lord.
And worse – he did nothing, nothing but stare at Draco. Draco could feel the red eyes on his skin even if he couldn’t see them. He wondered what the Dark Lord found so interesting about him.
Perhaps there was something on his face.
Draco began to laugh again, and he finally gave up the little spark of hope that he would die with his sanity.
TBC
SoftObsidian74: Lol. Well… I do see much happiness in the future for all of the boys… however, getting there will be a bit difficult. But don’t worry… I don’t do sad endings. Thanks for the review!
paigeey07: Heh. Your little review kept my spirits up! Thanks for reviewing.
Vittani: Wow. Long review. But I’m not complaining! I’m flattered that you thought my story warranted such a detailed response. Yes, I thought about mentioning how both Sirius and Remus failed to trust each other the first time around, thinking the other was a spy. But I decided to let it become a later complication in their rekindling relationship; I don’t want to give too much away.
I love Remus as well, partly because he’s such a versatile character. As for Snape, I thought it would be interesting to get into his head and show what he must be thinking during the times he’s pretending to be a Death Eater. I also believed him to be a good guy as well, you can’t believe the arguments I used to get into for defending him, lol. And I’m so flattered that you believe every person is in character – I was really aiming for that, and sometimes it’s hard to keep sight of it when writing. Thanks for the review!
Whitmore: Yes, this story does have many possibilities, probably because I’m writing it spontaneously. Thanks for the review.
freelancer360: I wanted to interject a little bit of cuteness into the fic with a Sirius/Remus side story, I’m glad to know that you appreciated it. Draco won’t be in that horrible manor forever, so don’t worry. And I’m glad you believe that Slytherins have as much emotional range as anyone else. I’m tired of people being lazy and writing them (especially Snape) as one dimensional characters when they’re anything but. Yes, Snape has been dealt a crappy hand in life, but in my fic I do have a bit of happiness in store for him! Thanks for the review!
Lilith: I’m happy that you noted the contrast between the two settings. On Harry’s side, things are rather light, while Draco is being put through emotional, physical, and mental torture. I like the parallel structure the two. Thanks for the review!
retaro0: Wow, that’s a pretty good review to say you’re doing it from a cell phone! I’m happy you provided feedback, it makes me blush. I’m glad you like the plot – it’s been sitting around in my head for a while and I’m just putting it to paper now. Thanks for the review!
thrnbrook: I will eventually heal Draco, I promise! But he’ll have to suffer for now.
Lisa: Thanks for the review, you made me smile! Hopefully this chapter will live up to you expectations.