Tainted | By : Mel82 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Tainted
Author: Mel (melwil@tpg.com.au)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione
Granger/Ron Weasely
Warnings: Spoilers for HBP!!!! Violence, Adult
Themes.
Summary: Silence is Golden
Disclaimer: The World of Harry Potter belongs
to miss Rowling. I’m just boring it
Author’s Notes: ‘Tainted’ is a rewrite of a
very old story by the same name. Very
few of you will remember it, and this is completely different from the original
story.
Contains spoilers for Half-Blood Prince
---
Tainted
-I walk a
lonely road,
The only
one that I have ever known-
Green Day
No one was
sure what to make of any of it.
It had been
three long, hellish weeks. Weeks where
no one was sure of anything. Three weeks
where the savior of the wizarding world had disappeared.
Things were
already so frightening. You Know Who had
taken it into his own to order raid after raid.
With the death of Albus Dumbledore their world had come to a stand
still. No one could step into his shoes
and without him, those faithful floundered for support they could not
find. Witches and Wizards died. Muggles were caught up and soon it would all spill
into their world. There was nothing that
could be done.
When news
leaked out that Harry Potter was missing, he’d already disappeared for a
week. A sketchy article reviled that his
muggle home was destroyed. The three
bodies of his Muggle family found, destroyed practically beyond recognition. Nothing remained of the place that Mr. Potter
had called home for seventeen years. It
was speculated that He Who Must Not be named had found the house and destroyed
it. After all, what other explanation
could there be? And with no sign of Mr.
Potter, the worst was assumed.
However,
the raids were starting to follow a distinct pattern by this point. Not random slaughter as it had been. Instead, they too seemed to be searching for
the Boy Who Lived.
Everyone
could only wait. Those who had an eye
for these sorts of things kept their ear to the ground, waiting for the merest
whisper of Mr. Potter’s reappearance.
Those who knew him well searched.
Those who wanted him dead slaughtered in the hopes of drawing him back
out.
Ginny
Weasely’s broken body being strung from the roof of number 12 Grimmauld Place was thought to be
enough of an incentive. He still did not
appear.
With the
world falling apart, Hagrid, the keeper of the keys at Hogwarts, woke early one
morning to the sound of tapping against his door. Fang was snuffing at the door, not barking
happily, but not growling either. Still
Hagrid had gone the door, wand in hand, opening it slowly.
Harry
Potter stood on his doorstep.
Hagrid
didn’t say anything, staring in shock at the small slip of a boy that stood
before him. He wore a white shirt that
was some sizes too big, probably belonged to his cousin on later thought. Only one button remained and was hanging on a
very loose bit of string. It was opened
all the way, blackened from smoke, singed by fire. There was dried blood soaked into the hem,
splattered all over the fabric.
He looked
as if he hadn’t eaten for the three weeks he had been missing, frail beneath
the one piece of clothing. His glasses
remained, one lens shattered in a spider’s web, hanging to the frame. Patches of his hair were missing, but all
though his seemed blackened my smoke and smudged with dirt, there was not a
scratch on him. Except his scar, which
was dripping fresh blood down his face.
Hagrid did
not stop to think, grabbing the swaying boy in a crushing hug he fell to his
knees, sobbing into his neck. Time stood
still and it took a long time until Hagrid realised Harry was not holding him
back. That there were no shared
tears. That Harry Potter had not made a
sound since Hagrid had seen him.
---
“Harry!”
Hagrid woke
in his armchair at the startled gasp. He
blinked groggily as he realised the pre dawn light was spilling into his
hut. He glared at Fang, who was lying on
Hagrid’s big bed where Harry should have been still sleeping.
“Some guard
dog ye’v turned out ta be!” Hagrid
grumbled, not really blaming the dog. It
was hard to, they’d both become too use to Harry’s silence; they both had
fallen into the quiet as well. Days had
pasted and Hagrid hadn’t been able to bring himself to let anyone know that
Harry was safe and sound.
Because he
didn’t think Harry was safe, or sound.
He still had not made a sound.
His eyes had only just started to show a spark of life. He was only just reacting to his own
name. With every day that passed, Hagrid
promised he’d owl McGonagall or that he’d floo to the Order of the Phoenix’s temporary
headquarters. Each day it got
harder. Harry was coming along fine
without all the fussing; soon he’d be himself again.
The only
time he’d shown any real life was when Hagrid had tried to get the big white
shirt from him. Hagrid had only wanted
to wash it, but Harry’s reaction had been violent. His eyes had widened, his skin going an ashen
colour. His mouth had distorted in a
soundless scream. Then the wind picked
up, slamming his door practicly off its hinges, sending Fang scurrying under
the bed. Hagrid could feel razor sharp
barbs slash through his clothes and skin.
Harry’s eyes had begun to roll back, only the whites showing, when
Hagrid took a step back, letting go of the clothing.
Harry had
slumped to the floor at that point and didn’t wake for a few hours.
Hagrid had
been shaken, unable to do anything but fix the door he the sat and watched the
young man who had become his friend sleep.
If Harry could not look after himself, Hagrid resolved, he’d look after
him. When he woke Hagrid soaked the
shirt with Harry still in it, giving the wizard a much needed clean at the same
time. Harry allowed himself to be
dressed in some pants that Hagrid found, but the shirt stayed. Hagrid tacked the sole button into place and
found others to sew back on. Harry ate
very little, but still it the giant had been relieved to see him eat something.
Harry
didn’t speak, or even smile, but Hagrid was beginning to see a little spark in
those eyes when Harry had refused too eat any of the sprouts he had cooked with
dinner. Then again when it had rained a
little the morning before. He hoped
beyond all else that it was the old Harry coming back, and leave this little
marionette behind.
He hoped
his patients had not been wasted as young Hermione Granger stared in shock on
the other side of the door.
She fell
forward; Harry took a step back, in reflex.
He would shy away from any touch now.
Hermione held onto the baggy trousers, her forehead resting against his
knees as she sobbed brokenly. Hagrid
knew Harry’s disappearance had frightened everyone. But none more so then his best friends, Hermione
and Ron Weasley.
Harry just
stood there, watching her, his eyes showing a faint spark before it died
away. Hagrid could only wonder if it was
Hermione or her tears that sparked a reaction from him. It was gone now though and Hagrid sighed,
standing, putting the kettle on and getting some porridge ready. He gave Hermione time to cry, his reaction
had been much the same after all.
“Where have
you been?” She breathed into his
knees. “Merlin Harry, where have you
been?”
Hagrid
tried not to be disappointed when Harry didn’t answer. Sighing Hagrid hunted for a third mug. Harry could smell the tea as Hagrid strained
it and he slipped from Hermione’s grip, padding through the house to sit at the
table. Hagrid smiled gently, ruffling
his hair as he gave him his cup. When he
was sure Harry was actually drinking and not just sniffing the burning liquid,
he went to Hermione.
She was
staring at Harry, tears still leaking from her eyes and her mouth hanging open. Hagrid knelt beside her, stroking her hair
that had grown longer over the summer.
“Come hav’
some tea ‘Mione.” He was able to pick her up, setting her lightly on her feet. He closed the door, leading her to the
table. She watched Harry but he ignored
her, as he had Hagrid the last few days.
“Harry?” She sounded very lost as she spoke, “what
happened to you?”
“He doesn’t
speak ‘Mione, not a word.” Hagrid he put
a bowl in front of both of them.
Hermione didn’t even look at it while Hagrid sat beside Harry, trying to
get him to eat the food. “He doesn’t
even react ta anythin’ anymore. Not his
name or the sound of me voice.”
“He needs a
medi witch, Hagrid.” Hermione wiped the
tears from her eyes, her practicality kicking in. “They’ll help him-“
Hagrid
snorted, Harry took another spoonful of the food. “Try reparin’ those glasses, ‘Moine.”
Hermione
stopped, noticing the glasses that balanced on Harry’s nose were shattered. She wondered why Hagrid had not done the
spell himself; all first years learnt it back to front. She cast the spell absentmindedly. Nothing happened. She blinked and cast it again, and then a
third time to be sure. She looked at her
wand as if it had failed her.
“It won’t
work,” Hagrid told her, “I’ve tried a hundred times. An’ there’s not a scratch in him, but he was
covered in soot like he’d been through fire.
His scar was bleedin’ too when he got here. He won’t let me take off this shirt either;
it’s the only time he reacts to anything.”
Harry moved away from the next spoon, he’d eaten half the bowl though so
Hagrid didn’t press the issue. “Whateve’
happened to Harry, no spells can fix.”
Hermione
stared at Harry, he really did appear fine and well, except there was no smile,
no interest in anything around them. “There
must be someone who can help you.” It
was doubtful, with the war resources were thin.
So many wizard, witches and Muggles were dead. Even if they could think of someone there was
really no way they could spend what could take years to cure Harry. If only Dumbledore was still-
Gasping
Hermione’s eyes widened, “Hagrid! I
almost forgot! They’ve found him!”
“Him?”
Hagrid looked perplexed, his bushy eyebrows drawing together. “Who?”
“Draco!”
Behind her
something shattered.
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