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Fate\'s Victim
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,901
Reviews:
22
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Harry Potter awoke from his own dreams hours later. He knew he had dreamed, and he knew those dreams had been horrifying; but he could not yet remember what those dreams had been. He also knew that as he awoke to the comfortable atmosphere of the Gryffindor dorm room surrounded by his friends, that somewhere nearby, or at least within Hogwarts, something was not right.
He pushed aside his heavy bed curtains and shoved the covers off of himself. Ron was there, before him, trying unsuccessfully to put on his pants. He stumbled, ran into the wooden post of the bed, cursed, propped himself against it, and continued his struggle. Harry would have laughed, but the still present heavy feeling still emanating from his dreams stopped him. Held him back.
He looked to the table beside his bed before realizing he had once again fallen asleep with his glasses on. No matter. He stood, walked, made conversation with his dorm-mates. They didn’t even seem to notice he wasn’t all there that morning.
-xXx-
The feeling had stuck. It was well past lunch, and Harry still didn’t feel normal. The continued presence of the heavy feeling from his dreams bogged him down. He made his way through his classes, barely noticing the absence of a certain blond Slytherin. But perhaps that was for the best.
He ate his dinner, though his eyes flickered through the Hall, as though searching for the cause of the constant heavy feeling. His friends began to worry. His housemates glanced at him in confusion as he seemed to be unable to carry on a conversation for longer then two minutes. Hermione groused at him, but it was clear he barely heard her. Something wasn’t right with him.
Later that evening, Hermione pressured him to see Madam Pomfrey. To his surprise and confusion, that suggestion sent waves of disgust, and feelings of being violated through the brunette Gryffindor. He refused, and went to bed.
-xXx-
Draco had woken up that morning. Oh yes, he had woken up. He considered his situation for several minutes before he closed his eyes again and went back to sleep. There was no reason to be awake. He had made his agreement. Nothing in that agreement said he had to go to class while doing the task the Headmaster had set for him.
His sleep was not restful. He still felt violated. It permeated his dreams, along with an intense feeling of unease. He had felt better at night, when the green fog was present. Now it was only a green mist, but it was better then nothing. He took his comfort where he could get it.
-xXx-
Harry waited until his dorm mates were asleep before going on his nightly walk of the castle, hidden under his Invisibility cloak. He still felt odd. His thoughts weren’t all there. Some of him was elsewhere. Otherwise occupied. He wasn’t sure why, or where that part of him was, but he continued his walk, feeling as though he were wrapped in a gray sparkling mist.
Time passed, and Harry wasn’t sure how long he had been out in the halls of Hogwarts. He wandered until the astronomy tower called to him, and he went to it. The night was calm. The sky was clear. Bright. He sat and waited, hoping for some answers in the stars.
What felt like hours later, but could actually only be minutes, Harry heard the noise behind him of someone else entering the tower. He turned, looked over his shoulder, saw Professor Dumbledore, and went back to looking at the sky. Harry was under his Invisibility cloak, but he knew Dumbledore could see though it.
A hand touched Harry’s shoulder. He started, suddenly feeling the urge to throw himself off the tower. He distantly realized the feeling wasn’t his own, but still, he felt it. He shook the hand off his shoulder, stood, and abruptly left.
Left behind, unspoken to and unacknowledged, Dumbledore frowned.
-xXx-
Harry continued his wandering. He followed the flow of the gray mist in his mind. It led him down to Slytherin territory, but left him there, standing in the hallway before a portrait that was labeled “Thesiwert the Malevolent,” though the only being within the frame was a red snake.
The snake raised an eyebrow at him, hissed what Harry couldn’t tell was a welcome or a threat, and promptly made its way out of the picture and into another nearby before disappearing.
He shrugged, looked around, and left. It was becoming very late. He really should go to bed.
He pushed aside his heavy bed curtains and shoved the covers off of himself. Ron was there, before him, trying unsuccessfully to put on his pants. He stumbled, ran into the wooden post of the bed, cursed, propped himself against it, and continued his struggle. Harry would have laughed, but the still present heavy feeling still emanating from his dreams stopped him. Held him back.
He looked to the table beside his bed before realizing he had once again fallen asleep with his glasses on. No matter. He stood, walked, made conversation with his dorm-mates. They didn’t even seem to notice he wasn’t all there that morning.
-xXx-
The feeling had stuck. It was well past lunch, and Harry still didn’t feel normal. The continued presence of the heavy feeling from his dreams bogged him down. He made his way through his classes, barely noticing the absence of a certain blond Slytherin. But perhaps that was for the best.
He ate his dinner, though his eyes flickered through the Hall, as though searching for the cause of the constant heavy feeling. His friends began to worry. His housemates glanced at him in confusion as he seemed to be unable to carry on a conversation for longer then two minutes. Hermione groused at him, but it was clear he barely heard her. Something wasn’t right with him.
Later that evening, Hermione pressured him to see Madam Pomfrey. To his surprise and confusion, that suggestion sent waves of disgust, and feelings of being violated through the brunette Gryffindor. He refused, and went to bed.
-xXx-
Draco had woken up that morning. Oh yes, he had woken up. He considered his situation for several minutes before he closed his eyes again and went back to sleep. There was no reason to be awake. He had made his agreement. Nothing in that agreement said he had to go to class while doing the task the Headmaster had set for him.
His sleep was not restful. He still felt violated. It permeated his dreams, along with an intense feeling of unease. He had felt better at night, when the green fog was present. Now it was only a green mist, but it was better then nothing. He took his comfort where he could get it.
-xXx-
Harry waited until his dorm mates were asleep before going on his nightly walk of the castle, hidden under his Invisibility cloak. He still felt odd. His thoughts weren’t all there. Some of him was elsewhere. Otherwise occupied. He wasn’t sure why, or where that part of him was, but he continued his walk, feeling as though he were wrapped in a gray sparkling mist.
Time passed, and Harry wasn’t sure how long he had been out in the halls of Hogwarts. He wandered until the astronomy tower called to him, and he went to it. The night was calm. The sky was clear. Bright. He sat and waited, hoping for some answers in the stars.
What felt like hours later, but could actually only be minutes, Harry heard the noise behind him of someone else entering the tower. He turned, looked over his shoulder, saw Professor Dumbledore, and went back to looking at the sky. Harry was under his Invisibility cloak, but he knew Dumbledore could see though it.
A hand touched Harry’s shoulder. He started, suddenly feeling the urge to throw himself off the tower. He distantly realized the feeling wasn’t his own, but still, he felt it. He shook the hand off his shoulder, stood, and abruptly left.
Left behind, unspoken to and unacknowledged, Dumbledore frowned.
-xXx-
Harry continued his wandering. He followed the flow of the gray mist in his mind. It led him down to Slytherin territory, but left him there, standing in the hallway before a portrait that was labeled “Thesiwert the Malevolent,” though the only being within the frame was a red snake.
The snake raised an eyebrow at him, hissed what Harry couldn’t tell was a welcome or a threat, and promptly made its way out of the picture and into another nearby before disappearing.
He shrugged, looked around, and left. It was becoming very late. He really should go to bed.