Madness ***Complete***
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,591
Reviews:
21
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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.
Madness
Madness
Summery: What could cause the complete break in sanity of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? This is the question most of the wizarding world has asked. The answer resides in a spell, gone awry it brought them together and is the source of their fall.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Pottter
A/N1: i know it's been forever since i was here but i have had this forever, just sitting on my computer collecting dust and i figure i should post it before i completely forget about it. i am sorry i haven't updated Scars, i will try to get to it eventually but life's kinda insane right now (better than before but still insane). oh, and i don't remember all the things that go on in the story (like i said, wrote it a long time ago) so i just kind of guessed at the warnings, if i missed something please let me know.
A/N2: I am borrowing the word “Tali” from Lynn Flewelling’s The Nightrunner Series (I do not own it). It basically means two people who are soul mates or something to that line of effect.
‘thoughts’
“speech”
Prologue:
Insanity
(((…Mutter…)))
The white room was awash with a irrational muttering that made sense only to the one who spoke. The noise, the words, came from a huddled form that was hardly visible at the end of his cot. Across from the man was a chamber pot, there was nothing more to adorn the room. The man was clothed in a pair of green slacks that had been fouled by his own bodily waste, proof of the chamber pot’s disuse.
The noise the man uttered held some semblance to the English language. Words could be made out on occasion: “nothing...he shouldn’t...wasn’t smart...wasn’t clean...dirty...now...hold...closer...Harry!”
The mumblings would have driven anyone insane...would have driven him insane had he not already breached that wall. However, the thoughts within the man’s deteriorated mind were far more disturbing than the mutterings he spoke aloud. Words that held meaning only to him and one other drifted past sentences that drove fear and hatred. Cold anger bubbled deep within the man’s heart.
“COULDN’T HAVE KNOWN, HARRY!” He screamed his voice cracking on the words. The outburst echoed around the room for a moment before fading into a nerve-racking silence.
Slow rocking began with his head and moved through his body until he was moving hard enough to crack his head against the wall behind him.
“Didn’t want this. Wanted you...happy then...” the words were only loud enough for him to hear but they served the purposes he had saddled them with. His voice turned childish and pleading, “didn’t want you to leave...not me here...poor little Tali... poor little Tali...don’t leave him all alone. Pretty emerald...shiny...stag wasn’t pretty...should have left him…ALONE!”
(((…Quite…)))
Across the hall from the shattered man’s cell another man was fairing only slightly better, though his captors weren't as aware of his break. The captors thought he was doing well, showed what they knew.
Where his other half was huddled and weeping his sorrows to the world he no longer acknowledged, this soul sat silent and vigil. Alone on his cot he watched the door with wide, sightless eyes. he could hear his other half's cries, they resounded in his head. They were the only thoughts he had anymore, words not his own yet still all he knew.
He was empty and reacted only to eat and to relieve himself. He never slept. When the food came he would speak but the words never reached his ears, he could hear nothing but his love’s voice. The words that left his mouth were meant only to placate his captors. It was only his ploy to escape, it was instinctual. He could no longer understand that he was held against his will, he no longer knew anything. It was all on instinct when he moved, only a ploy.
It was when his other half screamed that he could feel again. The cries brought a pained pinch to his features and his useless mind scrabbled in it’s black void to find the thought he no longer held. Something still sat deep within him but he couldn’t find it. It was lost to deep to follow. A name perhaps, a feeling maybe. He knew he was missing something. he knew, he was waiting for something.
But what was there left? Without the other half he was empty. Without the screams he could not hear. Without that single form before him he could not see.
(((…Reality…)))
In an office above the captive’s cells a man swiveled in his chair.
“Not much progress with Mr. Malfoy. However Mr. Potter has taken to speaking when the food is brought.”
The woman who stood by the door asked, “Is that good?”
The man eyed her for a moment then said, “To be honest, Ms. Granger, I'm not sure that it is. However if he continues to react in a...positive nature he may be ready for a visit outside. It will still be a while before we are comfortable enough to release him however.”
Hermione nodded her head, it was more than she had expected. She had learned months before that allowing things like this to raise her hopes was a futile effort. All logic pointed to the fact that Harry would never fully recover. His defeat of you-know-who had been a relief to the wizarding world but his downfall afterwards had driven home the realization of just how unstable their hero had been. That he had turned to Draco Malfoy, of all people, should have been their first sign of his instability.
“Next week then?” She asked, confirming her next visit. She was never allowed to see Harry but the reports kept her returning.
“Yes, next week. goodbye Ms. Granger.”
“It’s Mrs. Weasely now, actually,” Hermione corrected him with a thin smile.
“Ah, my mistake. Congregations, Mrs. Weasely.”
Hermione left then, her heart plummeting as it always did when she was forced to leave without even a glimpse of her friend.
(((…Tali…)))
Draco flinched at the feel of something slimy slithering across his knuckles. “Not good...not good...” he told the voices, his body rocking back and forth in time to his chant. The slimy thing slithered up his arm.
“Away...go away...Sallista...go away...” The voices joined in every time he uttered the name but refused to speak the other words. the voices hated to speak the words Draco loved. They liked to taunt him with the names of things that hurt him. At night they howled his lost one’s name, keeping him awake. Where was his lost one?
“Harry? Precious Tali? Where’d you go? You went…away…went without me… didn’t you? I told you…I did…told you not to leave,” he punctuated the last sentence with an emphatic shake of his head. The precious one never did listen to Draco. The lost one always left him in the end. Tali never kept him company in the hours of Draco’s sleep. Only the voices stayed with him now.
“Tali wants…always wants…light…wants the light. Draco…Draco hates…hates the light,” he murmured letting his head fall between his upraised knees.
[Light will BURN] the voices screamed in Draco’s head. [Draco will burn and Tali will laugh!]
“Nononono...Tali won’t laugh anymore...promised...promised Draco…silence...promised Draco… in the dark…promised...darkness for Draco…only dark. Promised…” he murmured into his knees. Tears slid from his wide eyes. He wished the voices would go away.
[Tali lies!] the voices shrieked. [Tali always lies to Draco. Tali makes fun and Draco will cry...we will laugh with Tali when Draco CRIES!]
“NO! NO MORE! GO AWAY! TALI?” the last word was a plea and the form across the hall stirred from it’s perch, a deep sigh struggling from his parched lips. The sigh wanted to become a word, a name, a plea, but the sounds would not form and he settled back into his still vigil.
[When the light comes, and you burn, I will not stop the pain.] The voice was the one Draco feared most. It was Harry’s voice, come to tell the truth as he had always done. [I will never again touch your filthy skin.] Harry told him, his voice flat. [I’m better off away from you. I am safer alone.]
The scream tore through the walls, through the floors. Hermione, waiting to exit the building, felt the scream reverberate in her bones. Across the hall Harry Potter heard the scream within his own mind. The sound broke every shard of sanity Harry had left and as the scream died he stood, a single word falling from his lips:
“Draco.”
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A/N: As Always Please R&R
Summery: What could cause the complete break in sanity of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? This is the question most of the wizarding world has asked. The answer resides in a spell, gone awry it brought them together and is the source of their fall.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Pottter
A/N1: i know it's been forever since i was here but i have had this forever, just sitting on my computer collecting dust and i figure i should post it before i completely forget about it. i am sorry i haven't updated Scars, i will try to get to it eventually but life's kinda insane right now (better than before but still insane). oh, and i don't remember all the things that go on in the story (like i said, wrote it a long time ago) so i just kind of guessed at the warnings, if i missed something please let me know.
A/N2: I am borrowing the word “Tali” from Lynn Flewelling’s The Nightrunner Series (I do not own it). It basically means two people who are soul mates or something to that line of effect.
‘thoughts’
“speech”
Prologue:
Insanity
(((…Mutter…)))
The white room was awash with a irrational muttering that made sense only to the one who spoke. The noise, the words, came from a huddled form that was hardly visible at the end of his cot. Across from the man was a chamber pot, there was nothing more to adorn the room. The man was clothed in a pair of green slacks that had been fouled by his own bodily waste, proof of the chamber pot’s disuse.
The noise the man uttered held some semblance to the English language. Words could be made out on occasion: “nothing...he shouldn’t...wasn’t smart...wasn’t clean...dirty...now...hold...closer...Harry!”
The mumblings would have driven anyone insane...would have driven him insane had he not already breached that wall. However, the thoughts within the man’s deteriorated mind were far more disturbing than the mutterings he spoke aloud. Words that held meaning only to him and one other drifted past sentences that drove fear and hatred. Cold anger bubbled deep within the man’s heart.
“COULDN’T HAVE KNOWN, HARRY!” He screamed his voice cracking on the words. The outburst echoed around the room for a moment before fading into a nerve-racking silence.
Slow rocking began with his head and moved through his body until he was moving hard enough to crack his head against the wall behind him.
“Didn’t want this. Wanted you...happy then...” the words were only loud enough for him to hear but they served the purposes he had saddled them with. His voice turned childish and pleading, “didn’t want you to leave...not me here...poor little Tali... poor little Tali...don’t leave him all alone. Pretty emerald...shiny...stag wasn’t pretty...should have left him…ALONE!”
(((…Quite…)))
Across the hall from the shattered man’s cell another man was fairing only slightly better, though his captors weren't as aware of his break. The captors thought he was doing well, showed what they knew.
Where his other half was huddled and weeping his sorrows to the world he no longer acknowledged, this soul sat silent and vigil. Alone on his cot he watched the door with wide, sightless eyes. he could hear his other half's cries, they resounded in his head. They were the only thoughts he had anymore, words not his own yet still all he knew.
He was empty and reacted only to eat and to relieve himself. He never slept. When the food came he would speak but the words never reached his ears, he could hear nothing but his love’s voice. The words that left his mouth were meant only to placate his captors. It was only his ploy to escape, it was instinctual. He could no longer understand that he was held against his will, he no longer knew anything. It was all on instinct when he moved, only a ploy.
It was when his other half screamed that he could feel again. The cries brought a pained pinch to his features and his useless mind scrabbled in it’s black void to find the thought he no longer held. Something still sat deep within him but he couldn’t find it. It was lost to deep to follow. A name perhaps, a feeling maybe. He knew he was missing something. he knew, he was waiting for something.
But what was there left? Without the other half he was empty. Without the screams he could not hear. Without that single form before him he could not see.
(((…Reality…)))
In an office above the captive’s cells a man swiveled in his chair.
“Not much progress with Mr. Malfoy. However Mr. Potter has taken to speaking when the food is brought.”
The woman who stood by the door asked, “Is that good?”
The man eyed her for a moment then said, “To be honest, Ms. Granger, I'm not sure that it is. However if he continues to react in a...positive nature he may be ready for a visit outside. It will still be a while before we are comfortable enough to release him however.”
Hermione nodded her head, it was more than she had expected. She had learned months before that allowing things like this to raise her hopes was a futile effort. All logic pointed to the fact that Harry would never fully recover. His defeat of you-know-who had been a relief to the wizarding world but his downfall afterwards had driven home the realization of just how unstable their hero had been. That he had turned to Draco Malfoy, of all people, should have been their first sign of his instability.
“Next week then?” She asked, confirming her next visit. She was never allowed to see Harry but the reports kept her returning.
“Yes, next week. goodbye Ms. Granger.”
“It’s Mrs. Weasely now, actually,” Hermione corrected him with a thin smile.
“Ah, my mistake. Congregations, Mrs. Weasely.”
Hermione left then, her heart plummeting as it always did when she was forced to leave without even a glimpse of her friend.
(((…Tali…)))
Draco flinched at the feel of something slimy slithering across his knuckles. “Not good...not good...” he told the voices, his body rocking back and forth in time to his chant. The slimy thing slithered up his arm.
“Away...go away...Sallista...go away...” The voices joined in every time he uttered the name but refused to speak the other words. the voices hated to speak the words Draco loved. They liked to taunt him with the names of things that hurt him. At night they howled his lost one’s name, keeping him awake. Where was his lost one?
“Harry? Precious Tali? Where’d you go? You went…away…went without me… didn’t you? I told you…I did…told you not to leave,” he punctuated the last sentence with an emphatic shake of his head. The precious one never did listen to Draco. The lost one always left him in the end. Tali never kept him company in the hours of Draco’s sleep. Only the voices stayed with him now.
“Tali wants…always wants…light…wants the light. Draco…Draco hates…hates the light,” he murmured letting his head fall between his upraised knees.
[Light will BURN] the voices screamed in Draco’s head. [Draco will burn and Tali will laugh!]
“Nononono...Tali won’t laugh anymore...promised...promised Draco…silence...promised Draco… in the dark…promised...darkness for Draco…only dark. Promised…” he murmured into his knees. Tears slid from his wide eyes. He wished the voices would go away.
[Tali lies!] the voices shrieked. [Tali always lies to Draco. Tali makes fun and Draco will cry...we will laugh with Tali when Draco CRIES!]
“NO! NO MORE! GO AWAY! TALI?” the last word was a plea and the form across the hall stirred from it’s perch, a deep sigh struggling from his parched lips. The sigh wanted to become a word, a name, a plea, but the sounds would not form and he settled back into his still vigil.
[When the light comes, and you burn, I will not stop the pain.] The voice was the one Draco feared most. It was Harry’s voice, come to tell the truth as he had always done. [I will never again touch your filthy skin.] Harry told him, his voice flat. [I’m better off away from you. I am safer alone.]
The scream tore through the walls, through the floors. Hermione, waiting to exit the building, felt the scream reverberate in her bones. Across the hall Harry Potter heard the scream within his own mind. The sound broke every shard of sanity Harry had left and as the scream died he stood, a single word falling from his lips:
“Draco.”
_________________________
A/N: As Always Please R&R