A Song Unsung

I’m so glad that so many people reviewed and liked Chapter 2m vem very uncertain as to how good this fic is, so please do review and let me know. I am trying to keep this different and unique (as much as any fanfic can be unique) and that is why I chose a different path for them. More is explained on the Male Veela in this chapter as well. Last chapter my favourite author reviewed! (Insert picture of crazed psycho doing a strange dance), so that made my day. Please check out my website: www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com, a HP slash archivat dat doesn’t crash! I’m also accepting submissions if you would like your work featured there.

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OOtP Spoilers ahead! Beware! This is not a pro-Gryffindor, pro-Dumbledore, pro-Trio fic. I feature DarkParselmouth!Harry and EvilBastard!Draco. There will be 2 versions of this fic in later chapters, one on FFN and the other on AFF & my website.


Harry ignored the glances he was getting from the rest of Gryffindor House, feeling like he was about to explode with suppressed rage. He felt like he was coming apart at the seams – something quite normal for him these days. Since the death of Sirius his emotions had all but shut down – except for anger. Anger and an intolerance of those who thought he had killed him. Hermione never said it in so many words; neither did Ron, but the words “person-saving complex” stayed with him stilo heo he was going to be the personal manservant of the Slytherins for the foreseeable future? He didn’t care, and in fact thought he’d feel more welcome there. At least they never bothered to hide their hatred or contempt of him. They let him knowctlyctly where he stood in their eyes and he gave them grudging respect for it. “Harry,” Hermione said in a sweet tone. “Could I talk to you for a moment?”

“No.” Harry replied, turning away from her. “I have a meeting to go to with Snape in the dungeons to discuss my working with the Slytherins. I don’t have time for your self-righteous and pompous babble right now, but hold that thought and perhaps just after hell freezes I’ll have time to listen.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hermione’s mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. ‘Finally managed to stun her speechless and it only took seven years!’ he thought cruelly. Where his anger and hatred stemmed from he wasn’t certain, all he knew was that the kind and loving and easygoing Harry Potter was gone, and this dark and bitter man was in his place. After his fifth year, he couldn’t stand the sugar-sweetness of the Gryffindors that surrounded him, he noticed their glaring flaws, their hypocrisy, their judgement as he began to realize that perhaps Slytherins weren’t as bad as all that.



“Draco, rapid delivery from home.” Goyle said, waving a letter in the air. “What was so urgent that you had to write to your father anyway?”

Rather unfoyifoyish and certainly out of character, Draco practically leapt across the room, grabbed the letter and headed up to his dorm, locking the door behind him. Seeing the comforting handwriting of his father he began to relax, knowing that words of reassurance lay within. Letting out breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, he got comfortable, conjured some Irish coffee and opened the letter.

*Draco,* it began.

*Judging from the tone of your previous letter I am assuming that you have begun entering the minds of your classmates and teachers. Normally a male veela will make at least 3 mistakes in choosing his partner (mate is just so passé). This is due to a breakdown in the brain during puberty, when mental shields normally put in place by parents begin to break down as the person starts to replace them with their own. It is rare for one as young as you to be able to enter the mind of someone much older since their shields are already firmly in place. This is to protect from Dark Wizards who attack mentally, crippling their enemy at night and finishing off their body during the day.

I would say that what has happened is normal, except you say that this person s tos to have either no mental shielding or else is incredibly stupid. I cannot believe either. All wizards have mental shielding, if parents do not give it, then a guardian figure would as well as their innate magic and the stronger the wizard/witch, the stronger the shields.

However, if you entered with absolutely no problems into this mind, if you can read every thought, every emotion, and every inch of this person without even thinking about it – it is cause for closer scrutiny. If you have intense emotion for this person – love, hatred or disgust…that plays a large factor in the choosing of your partner – remember Son, you are looking for thought patterns that match your own. You are not looking for a replica of you; some would argue the antithesis of yourself. No matter. With your Mother, I was never certain – SHE could block me out. Your true partner will be able to silence you in their mind. According to you, just from a few observations, this person can do that as well. Also, you will know for certain if they enter your thoughts and can read YOUR mind. Only the one you are destined for has that ability that not even I, your father possess.

You say you hate this person with every iota of your being, that you want this person dead several times over but you can enter the mind at will. Well Draco, I know you were writing to me for reassurance about mistakes a male veela could make, however if he enters your mind at all…

…You have found your partner.

Lucius*

The crash from Draco’s dorm room made everyone in the Common Room sit up with a start as a stream of curses that caused people to reach for a quill and parchment to remember these creative curses followed next.



\"Hermione, calm down.\" Ron said, attempting to placate his livid friend.

\"The way he spoke to me Ron.\" Hermione said, furious. \"He\'s lost us all our points! He made me fail Snape\'s class. ME. Fail!\" she wailed. \"I never fail!\"

\"I don\'t know what\'s wrong with him. Maybe he\'s just trying something a little different.\"

\"We\'re his best friends and he doesn\'t even talk to us anymore!\" Hermione continued, ignoring Ron.

\"He got thrown off the Quidditch team. We\'re going be killed out there without him. Everything depends on him, it always has. It always does!\" Ron bemoaned.

\"Talk to me in that tone of voice?\" Hermione worked herself up into a fine lather. \"I\'ll show him what happens when people make me fail and then talk to me like that. I\'m the best Gryffindor there ever was and I\'ll prove it! Perfect Golden Boy or not...Harry will learn his lesson and then I\'ll MAKE him talk.\"


Harry stood in front of Professor Snape while he lectured about how unaccele hle his behaviour was and close Harry was to suspension. Once he realized that Harry was ignoring him, he fell silent. “Potter, the Slytherins wish for you to be their personal manservant.”

“Fine.” Harry said shortly.

“After speaking with Professor Dumbledore we have agreed to let this happen, given your deplorable and uncalled for actions to a much maligned Draco Malfoy.”

Harry snorted. “If you say so.”

Snape paused, scrutinizing Harry closely. “Potter, why are you so hateful?”

“What do you care…sir?”

“I assure you I don’t, however it seems you would fare better in Slytherin House than Gryffindor. They are treating you as a pariah.”

“Well I guess the Sorting Hat was right now wasn’t it?” Harry snapped. “Are there any limits to what the Slytherins can do to me?”

“They cannot violate your body of course, nor can they use you as a sacrifice – something that will upset Miss Parkinson a great deal. She was talking about contacting the demons on the fifth ring on of Hell just for you.”

“Oh damn.” Harry quipped.

“Since it is Draco who you have harmed – repeatedly – he is your holder in a manner of speaking.” Snape continued.

“Why not just give me a collar and leash and be done with it?”

“Don’t tempt me Mr. Potter, my patience with you and your lip is nearing an end.”

“Just my lip?”

“This punishment will continue until Mr. Malfoy decides that you have compensated for what you did to him.”

“So basically I’ll never be free.” Harry sighed. “Marvellous.”

“I suggest you drop the attitude Mr. Potter, you are already in enough trouble as it is.”

Harry said nothing, just stared mutinously at Professor Snape. If Harry had’ve been powerful enough, Snape would have burst into flames on the spot, as it was he swallowed a few times. “You may go.”

After Harry had left, Snape shook his head. The boy had withdrawn in on himself so much since the death of that idiot Black. He had never spoken of it, never grieved and never again acknowledged what had happened. Now his anger was becoming obvious t fot fought its way out – it needed to be aired before Potter did something he’d regret. The rest of the school had remained clueless to their Golden Boy – even his vaunted Trio. The Slytherins had noticed right from the get go, perhaps sensing a kindred spirit – someone else who knew the forces of darkness and fought with them. Someone else who hadrs ors on his soul in a way that no one else save Slytherin House did. Snape had seen this kind of bitter anger and silent resentment before – in him. Making a mental note to watch Potter and make sure he didn’t join Voldemort out of sheer spite, he headed for his coffeepot.


Harry trudged back towards Gryffindor Tower to change after a particularly fun evening with Filch. McGonagall had come down hard on him, for all that he had done. For the first time in years she had lost her famous composure and railed at Harry for over an hour before realizing he just wasn’t paying attention.

“Potter.” A voice spoke from the shadows.

Harry froze, recognizing the voice and groaning. “Malfoy. What the hell are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough?”

“I assure you that I don’t like it any more than you do. I’d rather kiss a Hippogriff before willingly coming to find you, however I have some information to give you.”

“If you’re talking about the manservant deal, Snape already beat you to it.”

“I’m not here about that.” Draco said impatiently.

“Then you have no reason to be here. Get lost and drop dead.” Harry headed for the Fat Lady.

“I have something to tell you.”

“I already know – you get to be my master.”

“You…what?” Draco blinked at the word ‘master.’

“For my punishment.”

Draco blinked.

“The manservant to the Slytherins?” Harry made a gesture with his hands. “Any of this ringing a bell bleach boy?”

Draco nodded.

“Snape said you get to be my master. If that’s what you came to tell me, I already know and therefore you can take your gyrating ferret arse back down those stairs and into the dungeons and leave me alone.” Harry pointed to the corridor. “Would a swift kick in the arse help you along?”

Before Draco could gather his thoughts, Harry muttered to the Fat Lady who refused to open. “Farq!” Harry cursed. ‘What else could go wrong today? Malfoy could notice this andk mek me I guess.’

Trying to maintain some semblance of Malfoy cool, Draco decided to attack. His news could wait after all. Baring his teeth, he decided to do exactly what Harry had been thinking. “The Lions lock you out of the Tower Potter?” he drawled.

“Farquing Hermione.” Harry muttered. ‘Bloody…perhaps Malfoy is right…she is a Mudblood. GET OUT OF MY HYOU YOU ALBINO!’

Draco’s jaw dropped. “You think I’m right and Granger is a Mudblood?” He paused. “And don’t call me an albino you reject from the idiot factory!” ‘Oh shite, oh shite, oh shite…’

“Why in the hell are YOU thinking ‘Oh shite’ Malfoy? I’m the one locked out!” Harry burst.
>‘He>‘He can read my thoughts’ Draco thought, horror daw on on him.

‘I can read his thoughts.’ Harry realized, glee rising before being dashed. ‘He can read MY thoughts.’

‘I can read HIS thoughts.’ Draco comforted himself.

Both boys stared at each other in rising horror for a moment. “Bugger me!” Draco swore.

“Get the hell away from me Malfoy!” Harry snarled, kicking his legs out from under him and stampeding off down the hallway.

Draco began laughing on the stone floor. Tomorrow Harry would be in his lair, and he’d learn a valuable lesson.


‘What the hell just happened? What in the name of Beelzebub is going on? That was Malfoy’s brain! I was INSIDE his albino head!’ Harry thought frantically as he descended the stairs, heading for the lair of the Anaspoors to sleep.

There was only one thing for it – Malfoy had to die. Or Harry had to start avoiding him better. Unfortunately for both thoughts, Harry was the personal manservant to the Slytherins for the foreseeable future and he knew Malfoy would be there at every. Single. Blessed. Turn.

Harry let out a loud expletive that echoed down the empty corridor.

“Dear me.” Nearly Headless Nick remarked as the words came to him. “That’s the loudest profanity I’ve ever heard.”


Harry didn’t show up for breakfast the next day in the Great Hall, or for any of his classes. The whispers about him had increased so that the Library and Great Hall sounded like a swarm of bees had taken up residence.

“Skipping class.”

“Dark wizard.”

“Did you HEAR about what he did to Malfoy?”

“Don’t forget the incident with the Anaspoors!”

“How could we?”

“He back talked to Snape!”

\"How do you know that?\"

\"I followed him and eavesdropped.\"

“Obviously thinks of himself as a grand man. Parading about flaunting his Parseltongue abilities.”

“Dark wizard…”

“Did you hear what Hermione Granger did? She locked him out of Gryffindor Tower laightight!”

“Still angry about failing Snape’s class I’ll bet.”

“Apparently Harry and her had words! She got miffed and locked him out! And none of the Gryffindors cared!”

“What the hell is going on with them these days?”

“Never mind them, they are fine. It’s Harry. What happened to our Golden Boy?”

“What happened to Harry we knew and loved?”

\"Someone needs to talk to the Golden Boy.\"


Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Parkinson and Malfoy made up the welcoming committee that evening as Harry headed towards the Slytherin Common room. “Welcome Potter.” Blaise began, eagerness lacing his every word. “We have been expecting you.”

“Kneel before your Master.” Goyle pointed to the floor.

Rolling his eyes, Harry dropped to knees and grudgingly gave a bow.

“You look like you have a rod jammed up your arse Potter.” Pansy pointed out.

“All in good time Pansy,” Draco said smoothly. “All in good time.”

“Come in. We have some special things lined up with just you in mind. Things only a Golden person like yourself can do.” Crabbe gestured in the Common Room.

\'Get bent.\' Harry thought angrily, hearing the snort come from Malfoy who was obviously eavesdropping on his thoughts. A wicked idea occurred to him about Malfoy intruding where he didn\'t belong and was not wanted. Next opportunity he got, he\'d strike.

“Now Potter,” Blaise murmured in his ear. “I have hethatthat you fancy yourself a dark wizard.”

“I do not!” Harry protested.

“Nevertheless, the school thinks you are one.”

“Like I care.”

“WE care. You could damage the name of dark wizards Potter and we can’t have that.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Harry demanded.

The slow smile that spread across Draco’s face made Harry blanche slightly. “I’m SO glad you asked.”



Anyone interested in Chapter 4?