The Dark Castle

THE DARK CASTLE

-CHAPTER SIX-

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”How was the potion class?”

“Snape was weird,” he answered Ron's question.

“Weirder than usual?”

“Yeah.”

“What did the greasy git do?” Ron asked curiously.

“Nothing much. He asked questions about who I’d give second chances and what I did this summer.”

“He must have been in those potion fumes for far to long mate,” said Ron bewildered.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said when they began to walk to the Great Hall.

“I think it’s good that he is nice. Maybe he’s trying. We should give him another chance,” said Hermione.

Both Harry and Ron glared at her.

“What,” she asked?

“C’mon Mione! This is Snape we’re talking about!” said Ron.

“So? I personally think...” Hermione said and began to talk, on and on.

Harry went to walk behind them while they argued over Snape.

“Got a minute Harry?”

He looked up from his lunch to see Dumbledore.

“Sure,” he murmured.

He was led up to the headmaster’s office.

“Sor told me he saw you in Diagon Alley.”

“That’s right.”

“Were you there?” Albus asked seriously.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I had nothing to do. I was bored. I hate Privet Drive; it’s a real shit hole. And I hate my relatives. It’s fair enough that I get out from the fucking house once in my bloody life. All I’ve ever seen is a little bit of London, Privet Drive, The Burrow, Hogsmeade and Hogwartz. I don’t call that a lot.”

“I know you have to give up something’s but it’s for your own good. Your safety,” said Albus softly.

“I don’t recall anyone ever asking me if I’d like protection. Maybe I want to be attacked, maybe I want to die! Have you ever thought about that?” he shouted.

During his little speech Snape had arrived and heard everything.

“Maybe you do but we don’t want you to die Harry,” said Snape.

Harry turned to look at him.

“Oh... It’s you... great. Just what I need... a deatheater that’s high on potion fumes!” he said sarcastically. “That’s it. I’m out of here! Don’t you try to decide over me Dumbledore. I warn you!” he said and went to his DADA lesson.

Sor greeted him welcome.

“Did you speak to the headmaster?”

“Yes but I did most of the talking,” he said irritated.

He sat down beside Draco when he momentarily forgot about Ron and Hermione that sat in the front. Sor began to show them different creatures that lived in a toilet.

“Why are you so up tight?” Draco whispered.

“I don’t like Dumbledore.”

“I see nothing wrong with the guy, more than he’s insane, that is,” said Draco honestly.

“I thought you didn’t like he dude.”

“I don’t. Not much anyway. But that doesn’t makes me hate him.”

“Alright.”

Harry fell asleep in his dorm and when he woke up he noticed that he was 10 minutes late for his detention.

“Fuck!” he shouted and raced out of the dorm. He ran all the way to Snape’s office. He banged on the door.

“It’s open.”

He hurried inside and banged the door shut. He sat down in a chair and panted slightly.

“What’s the matter?” said Snape and looked kinda concerned.

“I’m fucking late, that’s the matter.”

“It’s Ok. Why are you late?” he asked calmly and looked at him.

“I fell asleep. I’m lucky I woke up at all.”

“I guess you are. Do you want something to drink?”

“Anything?” he asked. Snape nodded gracefully.

“Vodka, rum and coke with a touch of lemon.”

Snape stared.

“What?” he growled at Snape’s face.

“It’s alcohol. You aren’t allowed.”

“What the hell? Are you a Slytherin or not?”

Snape smirked.

“That, I am,” he said.

He flicked his wand and bottles of liquid came from the thin air.

“Help yourself.”

“Thanks.”

Harry drank quite a lot. It made him a bit lighter in the head but he was still quite clear.

“Fuck! I haft to pee. Do you have a bathroom or should I use the sink?”

-Or maybe he wasn’t all that clear-

“Follow me,” said Snape.

Snape took him to his personal chambers. He showed him the toilet.

“Hopefully there is no Kunfuz in there. I heard they shoot up your ass,” Harry giggled.

Snape actually smiled.

“I guarantee you it’s clean from all such things.”

“Perhaps I should look out for other things then,” he said meaningly.

“I don’t please myself in the bathroom. You won’t find anything.”

Harry smiled and peed. When he came out again he found Snape in a sofa.

“You actually had soap! I never thought so, you’re always go god damn greasy!” he said in wonderment.

“You tend to be so if you work with potions and their fumes all day long,” Snape said dryly.

“So that’s why!” Harry beamed as the reservation hit him.

“Sit down Harry,” said Snape and rolled his eyes.

“Call me Blaze.”

“What?”

“BLAZE!”

“Alright. Sit down Blaze.”

“Thank you,” he said and plopped down so close to Snape that he almost sat in the man’s lap.

“Do you have any girl in your life?”

“Boy, sir.”

“You’re gay?” Snape said with his eyes wide.

“No I’m just kiddin’ ya!” he smiled.

Snape glared.

“Are you gay?” Harry asked him.

“No”

Okey, Snape isn’t gay. A good thing.

Harry crawled into Snape’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Snape asked amused.

Harry laid his head underneath Snape’s chin.

“Tired,” he mumbled.

Snape pulled him closer and held his arms around him.

“G’nigt”

“Good night Blaze.”

Harry fell asleep in Snape’s arms.

Oh sit what a headache! He thought when he woke up in bed the next morning. He looked over at Ron only to find that Ron wasn’t there. In fact no one was. Because he wasn’t in his dorm. And he didn’t know where he was. Certainly wasn’t in Damien’s apartment.

He looked around in the room. It was quite big and darkblue. It held furniture in dark wood. There was no personal items or pictures so he didn’t get a clue about where he was from the room atleast.

He decided to just go out. He came to a corridor. He opened another door. He came into a bedroom.

Someone was fast asleep in the bed. He took a peak.

“Fuck!” he whispered and hurried outside without making a sound.

He knew exactly where he was. In Snape’s quarters. He remembered taking a drink or more...

I need to get the hell out of here! He thought.

He began to search for the door franticly. Finally he found it. Once outside he sighed with relief and began his walk towards the tower.

“Harry are you sure you don’t need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“I’m fine Hermione! I just got a headache!” he hissed back during breakfast. He still felt like crap.

She looked doubtful. He grumbled a bit and went back to his breakfast.

“I’ve gotten myself into trouble,” Ron whispered in his ear.

“What have you done now?”

“I sort of called Parvati Patil for bitchy diva.”

“Ah... you’re in for it,” he said happily.

Ron looked miserable.

He suddenly spat out all his juice all over the table when an owl dropped a letter to him.

“A howler,” Ron whispered.

“It’s from Ron’s mom,” Hermione told him.

Harry paled. When that woman was mad you were in for it. He opened the letter. It exploded.

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HARRY JAMES POTTER!

How dare you disobey headmaster Dumbledore?

You are not to go and wander of ever again!

You had me worried sick when I heard.

You wait until I get my hands on you son!

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Mrs Weasly bellowed throe the letter. In a gentler tone it added:

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Ron and Ginny dears,

I’m proud you’ve kept yourself out of trouble,

Keep your brother in place in the future, will you?

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It burned.

Harry sat staring out in nowhere.

“Are you alright man? Don’t worry, she didn’t mean anything. She’s just upset,” Ron assured him.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said tonelessly.

“What was she talking about?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah mate! Where did you go?”

“Diagon Alley but I was disguised, you know?” he said because he found no point of hiding it. They would know sooner or later no matter what.

“How irresponsible!” Hermione exploded.

The Hogwarts students had their time of their life during this breakfast. First the howler and now Hermione raved at him.

Harry laid his head down the table had shut his ears with his hands. He looked up first when he heard a load schrieech. It was an eagle.

He ducked when he realised it was Diver. Diver dove over his head but turned and sat down on the table infront of him.

He paled again when he saw what Diver had in store for him. Another howler. He opened it.

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You never came last evening you irresponsible idiot!

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Damien’s voice bellowed when it exploded.

It burned.

“Who did that come from?” Ron asked at once.

Harry was busy looking at Snape.

“Yes, yes. That’s fine,” he said absently to Ron.

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks.

This is so –not- my day! He thought.

Snape looked at him with pure curiosity. It was obvious that he understood that he had missed something last night because he was with him but elsewise he knew nothing.

And so it shall proceed, Harry thought.

Since Diver sat and waited infront of him he took out a quill and a parchment from his bag and wrote a quick message to Damien.

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I’ll explain why I didn’t come in 10 minutes.

I’ll meet you in the Forbidden forest.

/Blaze

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“Take this to Damien, Diver” he whispered in the birds ear.

The bird took of and flew high up in the sky. Everyone was amazed by its gracefulness.

“I need to go. I’ll see you later alright?” he told his friends after a while.

“Where are you heading?” Ron asked.

“I’m just taking a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“NO!” he shouted. “I mean... I need to be on my own and think you know. I’ll see you later,” he said because he didn’t want to hurt Ron...much.

He walked slowly as not to wake suspicions.

“Blaze. There you are. What’s your excuse for last night?”

“First of all I’d like to apologise. I was in a detention with Snape when I was asked if I wanted something to drink. Stupid as I was I choose –Light Vampire- and got drunk. I know that it was irresponsible but I didn’t say anything that I really shouldn’t. And before you say anything, I’ve learned my lesson.”

Damien tried to look serious but failed. He fell in a fit of laugher.

“What’s so funny?” Harry snarled to hide his insecurity.

“Sorry Blaze. It’s just that you apologise for being drunk.”

Harry raised his eyebrows and Damien continued.

“We get drunk all the time in the Dark Castle. But we all have a spell on us that make’s our heads clear if danger is near. And you never speak of things you shouldn’t because you’re unable too. You can also control yourself to act like normal no matter how much you drink.”

“Practical. How do I perform it?”

“Let me show you.” Damien waved his arms and said a few well-chosen words.

“It’s unable to be broken unless –you- say the counter spell.”

“I won’t need that.”

“I know. I’m merrily stating the fact’s, my Lord.”

Harry smirked.

“When do I get to see the Dark Castle?”

“Soon.”

“What do you mean –soon-?”

“Soon. You’ll know.”

Harry sighed. It wasn’t worth to even try when Damien was in that mood.

“I know you’re a young man and a teenager but remember to use this spell viecely. It’s not cool to be drunk; it’s merely immature. Nor is it good for your body.”

“So what are you sayin’?”

“Nothing. I just want you to keep it in mind. Let’s drop the subject and talk about what you missed last night.”

“Alright,” he sighed.

Damien searched for something in his backpacker. He saw a lot of things. A muggle gun, a stake, a cross, bottles of liquid, a silver knife...

“Eh... Damien, not to interfere in something that’s non of my business but... what’s up with all this stuff?” he asked carefully. He eyed him.

“You’re forgetting that I socialise with Vampires.”

“Yeah, so?” he said questioningly.

“I know what they’re able to do. I’m prepared if I meet one. They’re quite many in this forest. Better safe than sorry.”

“That’s true. I never saw it that way.”

“It’s understandable. You haven’t lived all that long to get the experience.”

Harry did a gesture that told Damien he’d like to have a look at the stuff in the bag. Damien stepped aside. He looked around and found some books. He didn’t look in the books. He had had enough of books from his time in Knockturn Alley. The other things were more interesting. He took a very sharp stake and held it in his hand.

“You’re darken”

“What?” he looked up at Damien.

“You’re darker than before.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You should see your eyes when you look into that bag. I can see the darkness.”

“You’re nuts! No one can see that!” he exclaimed a bit livid.

“I’m an elf. I can. Believe me.”

He nodded in defeat. He believed Damien. He wouldn’t say anything for nothing and he didn’t lie.

Harry swinged the stake at an imagined enemy.

“Pretty Good,” Damien commented.