Elementals of Magic: Prophecy of Lies (Harry Potter, Harry/Draco) [13/36]
Elementals of Magic: Prophecy of Lies (13/36)
Harry Potter; Harry/Draco
PG-13; 13 5000+ words
A 7th year contest causes Harry and Draco to bond, setting off a prophecy long ago stopped by the interference of Sirius Black. A prophecy that told of Voldemort's destruction.
Interlude: What Tangled Webs We Weave
It was all a kaleidascope of swirling images. Images of happy faces, of times when he believed that everything would work out. Back when he still had Her, when She was still there for him.
But He had come in and ruined it. He had convinced him, made Her leave.
She had won against Him. He had been livid, but nothing could have been done under Dumbledore's nose. And He never did understand how She had won against Him.
She had come to him, and He had let him go, let him once again hold Her, to kiss Her and touch Her, to feel Her, to smell Her, to bury his face at the crook of Her neck, to leave flaming trails of kisses on Her, to bring Her to Heaven and back, to lay beside Her after passion, to snuggle against Her, and wishing that it could always be like this, just the two of them together.
But She always left afterwards. At first, He said cruel things about Her when She hadn't come back after a while. But then, He discovered his weakness and told him that She used him for sex, right after She left.
And he believed Him. She was gone, now, he hadn't seen Her since that last time. And He had taken control. Back then, He was in control half of the time, but now, he could barely break His hold. And he could do nothing to stop Him, or get Her back, tell Her that he was sorry, make it all up to Her.
It was too late. He would die a man trapped inside himself, never being able to control his own life, never being able to do what he wanted. Never being able to see Her one last time.
***
Narcissa glanced at her mirror, noting the perfect golden hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Perfect blue irises, enclosed around a perfect black pupil. Perfect widow's peak. Perfectly delicate mouth, a perfectly deep red color. Perfectly ivory skin, that seemed paler than ever.
She would give her beauty up to have him home. Lucius had no time during the summer, what with corrupting Draco and all that. But she had managed to live up to her promise and bring him back. Victoria would have been absolutely furious if she didn't.
Ever since three years ago, with the return of You-Know-Who, Lucius had been gone, always. She missed him, missed his touch, his kisses, his hands, how he made her feel like an angel, a god. But ever since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return, Lucius had been gone. She knew what he did, of course. But she wished that he would stop. You-Know-Who would fall, and then Lucius would be gone.
Nothing was going well. Draco had written, asking her for information on Victoria. And she couldn't tell him the things that truly mattered. She had promised her cousin, and the truth would tear Draco apart.
That potion she had brewed seven years ago had had no effect, either. At least, Draco hadn't been telling her about anything changing. This was especially not good, as Draco needed someone's support on the other side. Pansy couldn't count, though she would be on whatever side Draco was on.
And Lucius, her main worry. He always had been. She worried about him finding out, about him injured, about him caught. It had taken her such a long time to get through to him, to open him up. He seemed so cold to everyone, but then, no one else knew him as well as she did. No one knew the true Lucius Malfoy, except for Narcissa.
***
He had been here for how long? He didn't know. He had lost all track of time ever since...ever since he lost the ultimate game. He had thought that he would be killed, but it looked like He had other plans.
He was in a dungeon, chained against a decaying wall, with mold and other disgusting objects growing on it. All around him were corpses, some with flesh still rotting, others just bone, some turning black with age.
He had been beaten, starved, raped, tortured...The list went on and on, but he couldn't give up. He had hope that Victoria would come. He had promised her so long ago, and he knew she would come.
A rat scampered over to him, sniffing at his filthy robes. Merlin, when was the last time he had had a bath? Or even changed clothes? Dried blood and semen crusted his robes, or what was left of them. The robes themselves were torn in many places, many ripped during acts of lust. When was the last time that life had treated him favorably?
He laughed harshly. The door creaked open. Here He comes, with the daily torture. If he survived this, if he could see *him* one last time, he would tell *him* that he was sorry. He would give anything to look into those hazel eyes with the amber gold flecks in them.
As the spikes tore through his body, reopening wounds newly healed, he screamed loudly. He liked him screaming when He tortured him. Maybe He'll go easy on him. But he doubted it.
***
Lucius looked up at the night sky. His poor Narcissa. The Malfoy hadn't been able to return home, what with all the plans the Death Eaters had had to make. Sometimes, he wondered what life would be like if he wasn't a Death Eater.
He hadn't been there for her for three years. Three bloody years, from the day the Dark Lord had rerisen. Lucius knew that Narcissa waited for him, but it pained him to know that he was the cause of her suffering.
The blonde missed lying beside her at night, holding her delicate body in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as they made love, as the night deepened and darkened, as the stars moved in the night sky. No one could make him feel the same way Narcissa did.
Malfoys weren't capable of love. And Lucius believed everything his father had told him, until he met Narcissa. The Ravenclaw who refused to give up, until she finally broke through his walls and saw the real Lucius. And she was able to melt the ice around his heart, to show him what love is. All because she had saved his life.
***
Remus Lupin tossed and turned in his sleep at Hogwarts. There were happier times once, for all of them, when they were still foolish young men with foolish notions of happily ever after, foolish notions of how love would make everything all right.
He dreamt of the past, of happier times, back when he still had *him*.
***
"You wanted to meet me?" Remus asked.
"Yes," a shadow by the wall replied. "I'm glad Victoria brought us together, Remy, I really am. And you, you're different from all your friends. You're the only nice one. Potter's a hotshot, Black's his sidekick, and Pettigrew's nothing. But you, you outshine all of them. I guess what I'm trying to say is that...well..."
He stepped foward and cupped Remus's cheek.
"You have beautiful lips, Remy," he breathed. Then, he leaned down and kissed them.
Remus was shocked at first, but once he was over it, he eagerly returned the kiss. Passion and love were eminent in the kiss between the two young men as they expressed what they felt for each other in a dark corridor in Hogwarts.
He drew apart.
"Remy, you're everything to me. Everything."
***
Remus woke up to find tears coursing down his face. Oh, the good old days. What he would give to have them back again, to have *him* back. They had never been able to repair their relationship after what had happened, and now, *he* was gone.
They had only spent one night together before everything fell apart, but that one night was pure bliss. Remus wanted to lie in his arms again, to rest his head against his chest, to have those arms hold him and make him feel that only the two of them existed.
Only fools think of the past and what could have been. Remus was in no way a fool, but Fate had never been kind to him. First the lyncathropy, and just when he thought that life was finally letting up, he lost his one true love. Life sucked a lot.
***
The owls swooped around the ceiling, looking for their owners before diving down and dropping parcels, letter, packages, and newspapers to the addressees.
On The Daily Prophet, the bold headlines screamed at Draco.
Eleven Attacks on England in One Night!!! Dark Mark Seen in the Air!!!
Many whispers and fearful glances were exchanged in the Great Hall.
Lucius sure had a fun night.
Draco primly folded the newspaper and set it aside.
Chapter Thirteen
Harry Potter; Harry/Draco
PG-13; 13 5000+ words
A 7th year contest causes Harry and Draco to bond, setting off a prophecy long ago stopped by the interference of Sirius Black. A prophecy that told of Voldemort's destruction.
Interlude: What Tangled Webs We Weave
It was all a kaleidascope of swirling images. Images of happy faces, of times when he believed that everything would work out. Back when he still had Her, when She was still there for him.
But He had come in and ruined it. He had convinced him, made Her leave.
She had won against Him. He had been livid, but nothing could have been done under Dumbledore's nose. And He never did understand how She had won against Him.
She had come to him, and He had let him go, let him once again hold Her, to kiss Her and touch Her, to feel Her, to smell Her, to bury his face at the crook of Her neck, to leave flaming trails of kisses on Her, to bring Her to Heaven and back, to lay beside Her after passion, to snuggle against Her, and wishing that it could always be like this, just the two of them together.
But She always left afterwards. At first, He said cruel things about Her when She hadn't come back after a while. But then, He discovered his weakness and told him that She used him for sex, right after She left.
And he believed Him. She was gone, now, he hadn't seen Her since that last time. And He had taken control. Back then, He was in control half of the time, but now, he could barely break His hold. And he could do nothing to stop Him, or get Her back, tell Her that he was sorry, make it all up to Her.
It was too late. He would die a man trapped inside himself, never being able to control his own life, never being able to do what he wanted. Never being able to see Her one last time.
***
Narcissa glanced at her mirror, noting the perfect golden hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Perfect blue irises, enclosed around a perfect black pupil. Perfect widow's peak. Perfectly delicate mouth, a perfectly deep red color. Perfectly ivory skin, that seemed paler than ever.
She would give her beauty up to have him home. Lucius had no time during the summer, what with corrupting Draco and all that. But she had managed to live up to her promise and bring him back. Victoria would have been absolutely furious if she didn't.
Ever since three years ago, with the return of You-Know-Who, Lucius had been gone, always. She missed him, missed his touch, his kisses, his hands, how he made her feel like an angel, a god. But ever since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return, Lucius had been gone. She knew what he did, of course. But she wished that he would stop. You-Know-Who would fall, and then Lucius would be gone.
Nothing was going well. Draco had written, asking her for information on Victoria. And she couldn't tell him the things that truly mattered. She had promised her cousin, and the truth would tear Draco apart.
That potion she had brewed seven years ago had had no effect, either. At least, Draco hadn't been telling her about anything changing. This was especially not good, as Draco needed someone's support on the other side. Pansy couldn't count, though she would be on whatever side Draco was on.
And Lucius, her main worry. He always had been. She worried about him finding out, about him injured, about him caught. It had taken her such a long time to get through to him, to open him up. He seemed so cold to everyone, but then, no one else knew him as well as she did. No one knew the true Lucius Malfoy, except for Narcissa.
***
He had been here for how long? He didn't know. He had lost all track of time ever since...ever since he lost the ultimate game. He had thought that he would be killed, but it looked like He had other plans.
He was in a dungeon, chained against a decaying wall, with mold and other disgusting objects growing on it. All around him were corpses, some with flesh still rotting, others just bone, some turning black with age.
He had been beaten, starved, raped, tortured...The list went on and on, but he couldn't give up. He had hope that Victoria would come. He had promised her so long ago, and he knew she would come.
A rat scampered over to him, sniffing at his filthy robes. Merlin, when was the last time he had had a bath? Or even changed clothes? Dried blood and semen crusted his robes, or what was left of them. The robes themselves were torn in many places, many ripped during acts of lust. When was the last time that life had treated him favorably?
He laughed harshly. The door creaked open. Here He comes, with the daily torture. If he survived this, if he could see *him* one last time, he would tell *him* that he was sorry. He would give anything to look into those hazel eyes with the amber gold flecks in them.
As the spikes tore through his body, reopening wounds newly healed, he screamed loudly. He liked him screaming when He tortured him. Maybe He'll go easy on him. But he doubted it.
***
Lucius looked up at the night sky. His poor Narcissa. The Malfoy hadn't been able to return home, what with all the plans the Death Eaters had had to make. Sometimes, he wondered what life would be like if he wasn't a Death Eater.
He hadn't been there for her for three years. Three bloody years, from the day the Dark Lord had rerisen. Lucius knew that Narcissa waited for him, but it pained him to know that he was the cause of her suffering.
The blonde missed lying beside her at night, holding her delicate body in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as they made love, as the night deepened and darkened, as the stars moved in the night sky. No one could make him feel the same way Narcissa did.
Malfoys weren't capable of love. And Lucius believed everything his father had told him, until he met Narcissa. The Ravenclaw who refused to give up, until she finally broke through his walls and saw the real Lucius. And she was able to melt the ice around his heart, to show him what love is. All because she had saved his life.
***
Remus Lupin tossed and turned in his sleep at Hogwarts. There were happier times once, for all of them, when they were still foolish young men with foolish notions of happily ever after, foolish notions of how love would make everything all right.
He dreamt of the past, of happier times, back when he still had *him*.
***
"You wanted to meet me?" Remus asked.
"Yes," a shadow by the wall replied. "I'm glad Victoria brought us together, Remy, I really am. And you, you're different from all your friends. You're the only nice one. Potter's a hotshot, Black's his sidekick, and Pettigrew's nothing. But you, you outshine all of them. I guess what I'm trying to say is that...well..."
He stepped foward and cupped Remus's cheek.
"You have beautiful lips, Remy," he breathed. Then, he leaned down and kissed them.
Remus was shocked at first, but once he was over it, he eagerly returned the kiss. Passion and love were eminent in the kiss between the two young men as they expressed what they felt for each other in a dark corridor in Hogwarts.
He drew apart.
"Remy, you're everything to me. Everything."
***
Remus woke up to find tears coursing down his face. Oh, the good old days. What he would give to have them back again, to have *him* back. They had never been able to repair their relationship after what had happened, and now, *he* was gone.
They had only spent one night together before everything fell apart, but that one night was pure bliss. Remus wanted to lie in his arms again, to rest his head against his chest, to have those arms hold him and make him feel that only the two of them existed.
Only fools think of the past and what could have been. Remus was in no way a fool, but Fate had never been kind to him. First the lyncathropy, and just when he thought that life was finally letting up, he lost his one true love. Life sucked a lot.
***
The owls swooped around the ceiling, looking for their owners before diving down and dropping parcels, letter, packages, and newspapers to the addressees.
On The Daily Prophet, the bold headlines screamed at Draco.
Eleven Attacks on England in One Night!!! Dark Mark Seen in the Air!!!
Many whispers and fearful glances were exchanged in the Great Hall.
Lucius sure had a fun night.
Draco primly folded the newspaper and set it aside.
Chapter Thirteen