The Labyrinth
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
6,179
Reviews:
89
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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.
Ron
Warnings: Angst,AU/AR,Crossover,H/C,Language,M/M (slash in later chapters), OOC-ness only to the extent that it fits the movie and plot
Author's note--The title of the movie scene that corresponds with this chapter is "Ludo". Alrighty, here we go again! One thing to keep in mind in this chapter: Harry and Hermione (in the labyrinth) have no history together. Harry has no concept of how much of an insult "Mudblood" is.
In the movie, Hoggle (the dwarf that Hermione is based on) is a coward and terrified of Jareth, the Goblin King. Well, we all know Hermione isn't a coward, so that's probably the only part of her that's OOC. But it fits in with the script, so please forgive her for not feeling particularly loyal to Harry, and forgive Harry too (you'll see).
Happy reading!
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The Labyrinth
Ron
“Why did you say that back there?” Hermione asked after they encountered actual hedges in the maze and began wandering through them. “You know, about me being your friend?”
“Because you are,” Harry replied, shrugging. “You’re not much of a friend, but you’re the only friend I’ve got.”
“Friend, huh,” Hermione mulled the word over. Harry cocked his head, thinking he heard something. “I like that. Friend. I haven’t ever been anyone’s friend before,” she continued, oblivious to Harry’s expression. Suddenly a roar ripped through the silence that had been before, and Hermione blanched. “Uhh, good bye!” She squeaked, turning on her heel. Harry grabbed her arm.
“Wait a minute!” He exclaimed as she began to fight him. “Are you my friend or not?”
“No!” She screamed, beating his arm to get him to let go. “I am no one’s friend! Hermione,” she referred to herself in the third person for emphasis. “Is no one’s friend! She looks after herself, like everyone! Hermione is Hermione’s friend!” She finally broke free of Harry’s grip and fled.
“Hermione!” He roared, not believing that she really just deserted him. “You filthy little Mudblood!” He yelled after her in frustration, hearing Voldemort call her that. The roar came again, and Harry jumped. He squared his shoulders and faced the direction the sound was coming from. “Well, I’m not afraid. Things aren’t always what they seem in this place.”
Harry crept forward, following the screams, until he reached a clearing in the hedge maze. He hid behind one of the hedges, taking in the scene. There was a boy about his age with freckles and flaming red hair hanging upside down from a tree branch! He was surrounded by Death Eaters in black robes and masks, brandishing wands. The boy was struggling ferociously, and they had to jump to stay clear of his swinging fists, even while he was upside down. Harry’s heart went out to the boy, and he wished he hadn’t given his wand to that old fool!
“Try this on for size, you big prat!” One of the Death Eaters pointed a wand at him and cried “Crucio!” with great glee. The boy’s back stiffened, and he let loose with roars of pain. The curse was lifted about a minute later, and he hung limply for a few seconds before he began fighting again until another Death Eater raised their wand.
“We’ve got you now, Weasel! And look, I have a present for you!” The Death Eater walked over to the hedge and plucked something from the branches. Harry strained to see what it was, and he watched the boy’s freckled face blanch as he began screaming in terror. Harry watched as a black, hand-sized Acromantula dangled from the Death Eater’s wand, and the boy frantically tried to claw himself backwards, pushing fruitlessly against thin air, as the Death Eater walked closer. All of the others cackled with delight at the boy’s abject fear. Harry was becoming desperate as the Death Eater gently transferred the spider onto the boy’s face while another one Petrified his arms so that he couldn’t knock it away. The redhead whimpered.
“If only I had something to throw,” he thought in a panic, looking around. There were no rocks or sticks or anything! He looked back up at the redhead being tortured, and Harry's helplessness showed on his face.
The Death Eater, disappointed at the lack of screaming, removed the Acromantula and returned it to the hedge to use later. The boy sagged with relief, catching sight of the spy, and he paused for a second, just staring at the green-eyed boy. He began howling, and the hair on the back of Harry’s neck prickled. He thought there was a difference in the sound; this was a call of summoning, not a scream of pain. One of the Death Eaters pointed a wand at him again, and his howl changed to a definite roar of pain as the boy was subjected to another round of the Cruciatus Curse.
A Beater’s bat rolled towards him from out of the blue. Harry glanced down, recognizing it from playing Quidditch for years. He picked it up, intending to burst into the clearing and bash the Death Eaters over the head, when Ron began howling again. Two Bludgers zoomed into the clearing, and Harry saw his chance. He stepped forward and cracked the nearest ball. It mowed over two Death Eaters in its way. Harry had never been a Beater—he was always a Seeker—but he knew what the Beaters did, and his Seeking skills weren’t useful here. He kept hitting the Bludgers, targeting Death Eaters as best he could, until there were none left standing. Some were knocked unconscious while others tried to use their wands to defend themselves, only to be hit in the back of the head by an unexpected Bludger. The rest finally fled in terror, and as soon as there were no more threats in the area, the Bludgers dropped out of thin air. Harry went over to inspect the hedge, but there was no sign of the Acromantula.
The boy was hanging limply with his eyes closed. Harry dropped the bat and stepped closer. He had a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and Harry reached up to touch his cheek gently with his fingertips. The boy’s eyes snapped open, and he began swinging his fists again, growling and fighting. Harry jumped back out of the way.
“Now, stop that!” He scolded. The boy ignored him. “Is that any way to treat someone who’s trying to help you?” The wild look in the boy’s eye subsided, and he gradually settled down, eyeing Harry suspiciously. “Don’t you want me to help you down?”
“Ron…down,” the redhead boy wheezed, his throat raw from screaming. He was only able to manage one syllable words as he recovered from prolonged Cruciatus and pure terror.
“Ron? Is that your name?” Harry hung his head upside down, smiling in a friendly manner. The boy nodded, trying to smile back. His muscles kept twitching, though, and it looked more like a grimace than a smile. “You seem to be nice,” Harry continued. “I certainly hope you are what you seem.” Ron suddenly reached towards his feet, reminding Harry that his new friend was still upside down.
“Oh, hang on! I’ll get you down!” Harry exclaimed, running to the tree trunk to find the other end of the rope. “Just a second!” He unwound the rope, and it slipped through his fingers. He clutched it at the last second, preventing Ron from smashing head-first into the hard ground, but he still dropped with a thud. Harry scurried back around the tree to help Ron untie the rope from his feet and stand.
“Ron, are you okay?” Ron pushed Harry’s hands away and got to his feet, albeit unsteadily. He still twitched.
“Friend?” He questioned, pointing to Harry. Harry nodded encouragingly.
“That’s right, Ron. I’m Harry,” he held his hand out to shake Ron’s hand, and the redhead took it haltingly.
“Harry friend?” Ron certainly had trust issues, with good reason. Harry nodded.
“I want to ask you something, Ron,” he said. Ron looked at him with full attention. “Do you know the way to the castle at the center of the labyrinth?” Ron contemplated, looking as if it pained him to think.
“Uh…ah….no,” he finally said, his shoulders drooping at not being helpful. Harry’s face fell, but he slung his arm carefully around Ron’s shoulders.
“You don’t know either, huh?” He guided Ron in the opposite direction that he came from, keeping a sharp eye out for the missing spider. “I wonder if anyone knows how to get through this labyrinth.”
* * * * *
“Get through the labyrinth!” Hermione was still running through the hedges, fuming that Harry had tried to make her go with him and then went on without her. But most of all, she was upset because Harry kept her books. “Get through the labyrinth! One thing’s for sure! He’ll never get through the labyrinth!” Somewhat mollified, she continued to stomp away from where the threatening noise had come from. Suddenly an Acromantula leaped out from the hedge and landed on her shoulder. Quick as lightning, Hermione’s wand was in her hand, and she flicked the creature to the ground and whispered the two words of death. Shuddering, she looked around warily and continued on her trek, still muttering to herself.
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Author's note--Okay, okay, I know, this chapter might seem extremely OOC if you haven't seen the movie. Also, the Acromantula thing was a last-minute inspiration. What do you think? I thought it was pretty good, actually.
Hermione feels no loyalty to Harry (right now), since she "grew up" as a despised Mudblood in the world of the labyrinth. And Harry was purely frustrated that she left, since she was the only one he recognized or semi-trusted, at this point.
The idea behind the Acromantula is supposed to be a throw-back to the scene in the Harry Potter movie (no idea which one, since I've only seen trailers and random clips) where the spider ends up on Ron's head/face, and he's sitting there shaking, trying not to scream.
I thought the Beater/Bludger thing was appropriate. Okay, yes, he's a Keeper, but that doesn't help (just like Harry being a Seeker doesn't help). This is expanded a little bit in later chapters, so go with it for now. :) You can ask questions, of course, and I'll answer them as best as I can.
Okay, and Ron's character in the movie is called Ludo. He's a big red beast with minimal language skills. I believe Ron is more intelligent than Ludo, though, and that will show later. But right now, I wanted to start out with Ron "in character" as Ludo.
Stick with me. It'll all work out in the end!
WeasleyWench--Thanks for your review! I hope you still like it after this chapter. My lease is up tomorrow, and my flight leaves on Monday. I'm going to visit friends over the weekend. I haven't been on IM in FOREVER. Too busy. :P But it's been crazy today, and it'll be crazy tomorrow too. The movers are coming to pick up all of my crap. LOL
thrnbrooke--Thanks for your reviews! Hope you liked!
Yami--You guessed it! I hope you still like me after this chapter. *hopes* I was all confident about it...and then I don't know what happened. All of a sudden, I'm nervous as hell. But it gets better, so even if this chapter is weaker than others, the ones coming will be better.
Yes, Harry gave up his wand. *shrug* He didn't have anything else, and if he had his wand the WHOLE time, it would give him too much of an advantage (that Sarah didn't have). But it'll be okay, I promise.
You have good guesses for the junk yard, actually. I'm impressed. However, I will neither confirm nor deny any of your guesses; I will merely say "RAFO" Thanks for your review!
sunset20--haha Glad you like it! I've been trying for a chapter a day...or a chapter every 12 hours...ish. Don't worry, Draco will be okay eventually. Harry will make it all better *wicked chuckle*
Maizeysugah--Thanks for your reviews...both of them :P How old is your son? hehe OMG OMG OMG Do you want to know what I thought of when you said "Alice in Wonderland"??? I immediately thought of Draco with a long blonde girl's wig...and I don't know whether that creeps me out because Alice was underage or that's hot because it's Draco with long blonde hair. *cough cough* Okay, back to the labyrinth...
This chapter is in the fifth segment of the movie on youtube. Here's the link (again) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78ftKRYiFrE
Author's note--The title of the movie scene that corresponds with this chapter is "Ludo". Alrighty, here we go again! One thing to keep in mind in this chapter: Harry and Hermione (in the labyrinth) have no history together. Harry has no concept of how much of an insult "Mudblood" is.
In the movie, Hoggle (the dwarf that Hermione is based on) is a coward and terrified of Jareth, the Goblin King. Well, we all know Hermione isn't a coward, so that's probably the only part of her that's OOC. But it fits in with the script, so please forgive her for not feeling particularly loyal to Harry, and forgive Harry too (you'll see).
Happy reading!
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The Labyrinth
Ron
“Why did you say that back there?” Hermione asked after they encountered actual hedges in the maze and began wandering through them. “You know, about me being your friend?”
“Because you are,” Harry replied, shrugging. “You’re not much of a friend, but you’re the only friend I’ve got.”
“Friend, huh,” Hermione mulled the word over. Harry cocked his head, thinking he heard something. “I like that. Friend. I haven’t ever been anyone’s friend before,” she continued, oblivious to Harry’s expression. Suddenly a roar ripped through the silence that had been before, and Hermione blanched. “Uhh, good bye!” She squeaked, turning on her heel. Harry grabbed her arm.
“Wait a minute!” He exclaimed as she began to fight him. “Are you my friend or not?”
“No!” She screamed, beating his arm to get him to let go. “I am no one’s friend! Hermione,” she referred to herself in the third person for emphasis. “Is no one’s friend! She looks after herself, like everyone! Hermione is Hermione’s friend!” She finally broke free of Harry’s grip and fled.
“Hermione!” He roared, not believing that she really just deserted him. “You filthy little Mudblood!” He yelled after her in frustration, hearing Voldemort call her that. The roar came again, and Harry jumped. He squared his shoulders and faced the direction the sound was coming from. “Well, I’m not afraid. Things aren’t always what they seem in this place.”
Harry crept forward, following the screams, until he reached a clearing in the hedge maze. He hid behind one of the hedges, taking in the scene. There was a boy about his age with freckles and flaming red hair hanging upside down from a tree branch! He was surrounded by Death Eaters in black robes and masks, brandishing wands. The boy was struggling ferociously, and they had to jump to stay clear of his swinging fists, even while he was upside down. Harry’s heart went out to the boy, and he wished he hadn’t given his wand to that old fool!
“Try this on for size, you big prat!” One of the Death Eaters pointed a wand at him and cried “Crucio!” with great glee. The boy’s back stiffened, and he let loose with roars of pain. The curse was lifted about a minute later, and he hung limply for a few seconds before he began fighting again until another Death Eater raised their wand.
“We’ve got you now, Weasel! And look, I have a present for you!” The Death Eater walked over to the hedge and plucked something from the branches. Harry strained to see what it was, and he watched the boy’s freckled face blanch as he began screaming in terror. Harry watched as a black, hand-sized Acromantula dangled from the Death Eater’s wand, and the boy frantically tried to claw himself backwards, pushing fruitlessly against thin air, as the Death Eater walked closer. All of the others cackled with delight at the boy’s abject fear. Harry was becoming desperate as the Death Eater gently transferred the spider onto the boy’s face while another one Petrified his arms so that he couldn’t knock it away. The redhead whimpered.
“If only I had something to throw,” he thought in a panic, looking around. There were no rocks or sticks or anything! He looked back up at the redhead being tortured, and Harry's helplessness showed on his face.
The Death Eater, disappointed at the lack of screaming, removed the Acromantula and returned it to the hedge to use later. The boy sagged with relief, catching sight of the spy, and he paused for a second, just staring at the green-eyed boy. He began howling, and the hair on the back of Harry’s neck prickled. He thought there was a difference in the sound; this was a call of summoning, not a scream of pain. One of the Death Eaters pointed a wand at him again, and his howl changed to a definite roar of pain as the boy was subjected to another round of the Cruciatus Curse.
A Beater’s bat rolled towards him from out of the blue. Harry glanced down, recognizing it from playing Quidditch for years. He picked it up, intending to burst into the clearing and bash the Death Eaters over the head, when Ron began howling again. Two Bludgers zoomed into the clearing, and Harry saw his chance. He stepped forward and cracked the nearest ball. It mowed over two Death Eaters in its way. Harry had never been a Beater—he was always a Seeker—but he knew what the Beaters did, and his Seeking skills weren’t useful here. He kept hitting the Bludgers, targeting Death Eaters as best he could, until there were none left standing. Some were knocked unconscious while others tried to use their wands to defend themselves, only to be hit in the back of the head by an unexpected Bludger. The rest finally fled in terror, and as soon as there were no more threats in the area, the Bludgers dropped out of thin air. Harry went over to inspect the hedge, but there was no sign of the Acromantula.
The boy was hanging limply with his eyes closed. Harry dropped the bat and stepped closer. He had a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and Harry reached up to touch his cheek gently with his fingertips. The boy’s eyes snapped open, and he began swinging his fists again, growling and fighting. Harry jumped back out of the way.
“Now, stop that!” He scolded. The boy ignored him. “Is that any way to treat someone who’s trying to help you?” The wild look in the boy’s eye subsided, and he gradually settled down, eyeing Harry suspiciously. “Don’t you want me to help you down?”
“Ron…down,” the redhead boy wheezed, his throat raw from screaming. He was only able to manage one syllable words as he recovered from prolonged Cruciatus and pure terror.
“Ron? Is that your name?” Harry hung his head upside down, smiling in a friendly manner. The boy nodded, trying to smile back. His muscles kept twitching, though, and it looked more like a grimace than a smile. “You seem to be nice,” Harry continued. “I certainly hope you are what you seem.” Ron suddenly reached towards his feet, reminding Harry that his new friend was still upside down.
“Oh, hang on! I’ll get you down!” Harry exclaimed, running to the tree trunk to find the other end of the rope. “Just a second!” He unwound the rope, and it slipped through his fingers. He clutched it at the last second, preventing Ron from smashing head-first into the hard ground, but he still dropped with a thud. Harry scurried back around the tree to help Ron untie the rope from his feet and stand.
“Ron, are you okay?” Ron pushed Harry’s hands away and got to his feet, albeit unsteadily. He still twitched.
“Friend?” He questioned, pointing to Harry. Harry nodded encouragingly.
“That’s right, Ron. I’m Harry,” he held his hand out to shake Ron’s hand, and the redhead took it haltingly.
“Harry friend?” Ron certainly had trust issues, with good reason. Harry nodded.
“I want to ask you something, Ron,” he said. Ron looked at him with full attention. “Do you know the way to the castle at the center of the labyrinth?” Ron contemplated, looking as if it pained him to think.
“Uh…ah….no,” he finally said, his shoulders drooping at not being helpful. Harry’s face fell, but he slung his arm carefully around Ron’s shoulders.
“You don’t know either, huh?” He guided Ron in the opposite direction that he came from, keeping a sharp eye out for the missing spider. “I wonder if anyone knows how to get through this labyrinth.”
* * * * *
“Get through the labyrinth!” Hermione was still running through the hedges, fuming that Harry had tried to make her go with him and then went on without her. But most of all, she was upset because Harry kept her books. “Get through the labyrinth! One thing’s for sure! He’ll never get through the labyrinth!” Somewhat mollified, she continued to stomp away from where the threatening noise had come from. Suddenly an Acromantula leaped out from the hedge and landed on her shoulder. Quick as lightning, Hermione’s wand was in her hand, and she flicked the creature to the ground and whispered the two words of death. Shuddering, she looked around warily and continued on her trek, still muttering to herself.
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Author's note--Okay, okay, I know, this chapter might seem extremely OOC if you haven't seen the movie. Also, the Acromantula thing was a last-minute inspiration. What do you think? I thought it was pretty good, actually.
Hermione feels no loyalty to Harry (right now), since she "grew up" as a despised Mudblood in the world of the labyrinth. And Harry was purely frustrated that she left, since she was the only one he recognized or semi-trusted, at this point.
The idea behind the Acromantula is supposed to be a throw-back to the scene in the Harry Potter movie (no idea which one, since I've only seen trailers and random clips) where the spider ends up on Ron's head/face, and he's sitting there shaking, trying not to scream.
I thought the Beater/Bludger thing was appropriate. Okay, yes, he's a Keeper, but that doesn't help (just like Harry being a Seeker doesn't help). This is expanded a little bit in later chapters, so go with it for now. :) You can ask questions, of course, and I'll answer them as best as I can.
Okay, and Ron's character in the movie is called Ludo. He's a big red beast with minimal language skills. I believe Ron is more intelligent than Ludo, though, and that will show later. But right now, I wanted to start out with Ron "in character" as Ludo.
Stick with me. It'll all work out in the end!
WeasleyWench--Thanks for your review! I hope you still like it after this chapter. My lease is up tomorrow, and my flight leaves on Monday. I'm going to visit friends over the weekend. I haven't been on IM in FOREVER. Too busy. :P But it's been crazy today, and it'll be crazy tomorrow too. The movers are coming to pick up all of my crap. LOL
thrnbrooke--Thanks for your reviews! Hope you liked!
Yami--You guessed it! I hope you still like me after this chapter. *hopes* I was all confident about it...and then I don't know what happened. All of a sudden, I'm nervous as hell. But it gets better, so even if this chapter is weaker than others, the ones coming will be better.
Yes, Harry gave up his wand. *shrug* He didn't have anything else, and if he had his wand the WHOLE time, it would give him too much of an advantage (that Sarah didn't have). But it'll be okay, I promise.
You have good guesses for the junk yard, actually. I'm impressed. However, I will neither confirm nor deny any of your guesses; I will merely say "RAFO" Thanks for your review!
sunset20--haha Glad you like it! I've been trying for a chapter a day...or a chapter every 12 hours...ish. Don't worry, Draco will be okay eventually. Harry will make it all better *wicked chuckle*
Maizeysugah--Thanks for your reviews...both of them :P How old is your son? hehe OMG OMG OMG Do you want to know what I thought of when you said "Alice in Wonderland"??? I immediately thought of Draco with a long blonde girl's wig...and I don't know whether that creeps me out because Alice was underage or that's hot because it's Draco with long blonde hair. *cough cough* Okay, back to the labyrinth...
This chapter is in the fifth segment of the movie on youtube. Here's the link (again) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78ftKRYiFrE