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Core Pursuit
A/N: I doubt that this trilogy
will be finished by the time the seventh book comes out, so I’m going to say
this now. For the sake of my already scattered brain, we will completely
disregard any events that take place in “The Deathly Hallows”, m’kay?
A/N2: This is the sequel to Latent
and the second in a three part series! I hope you enjoy it! (And
sorry for the wait! I actually got most of the story planned out at the
most BORING party I’ve ever been to. Lol. If all goes as planned, this should turn out to be quite…
interesting…)
Chapter One
~I~
The Sorting went by faster than
Harry ever remembered. When he asked Hermione if she thought so, she replied by
pointing out that fewer students were allowed to attend now that Dumbledore was
no longer Headmaster and the war was in full gear. He sighed. That’s not very fair to McGonagal.
Or the kids. They shouldn’t be denied a proper education
just because-
He was pulled out of his thoughts
by a shrill scream from behind him. He looked back just in time to see Draco fall to the floor in a dead faint. He felt his claws
extend and there was a sudden burst of wind in the Great Hall. Somebody dared to harm his Companion?! However,
he controlled his temper in time to prevent any serious damage.
“Harry!” Hermione yelled from
beside Draco’s prone form, “You’d better come and
look at this!”
He was beside her in an instant
and knelt beside Draco. His rage flared up again when
he saw the blonde’s face. Or rather, his forehead. On
it was carved a single word. TRAITOR. He stood,
glaring fiercely at the Slytherins.
“Who did this?” he growled, his canine teeth and claws lengthening once again,
“Well? Who did this?!” The ‘mysterious’ wind was back and his pupils had
dilated to mere slits. He felt the familiar burn between his shoulder blades
and fought to stave off the full transformation.
“Calm down, Harry,” Draco said, sitting up, “It wouldn’t do to lose your
temper. What would he think if you
ruined everything so early?”
Harry snapped back to his normal
self at the discreet mention of Severus. Little did
he know, that the way the Slytherin had emphasized
the word ‘he’, had led the rest of the school to a completely different
conclusion.
“We need to get you to the
infirmary,” he said, helping Draco up.
“I think the sons-of-bitches
poisoned me,” Draco said feebly, “They needed to-
weaken me to cast- the hex…”
Harry scanned him as soon as they
left the Great Hall. “Yeah. Hold still. This’ll feel a
bit odd.”
He placed one hand over Draco’s forehead and one over his stomach, focusing his
magic on healing him. He pushed the healing light into him, seeking out the
poison and destroying any evidence that it had ever been there. When he
withdrew, Draco was grinning.
“What?” he asked suspiciously.
“You got awfully angry in there…” Draco teased.
“Yeah, well… I just don’t
appreciate people attacking my family,” Harry replied, “And, like it or not, I
happen to consider you part of my family.”
“Aw. How sweet of you,” Draco said, batting his eyelashes, “My very own guardian
angel!”
Harry laughed. “Shut up, you prat. Let’s go back in. You can sit with us, if you’ll
lower yourself to the level of us mere mortals, O Mighty Lord Malfoy.”
“Won’t it look a bit strange? Me walking back in so soon after that?” Draco
asked.
“So?” Let them have something to
whisper and speculate about,” Harry said, ushering Draco
through the doors, “They thrive on it, after all.”
And whisper, they did. Throughout the entire meal, in fact. Talk was split between
reasons for Draco’s quick recovery and why he was
sitting with Harry at the Gryffindor table. Most thought that the entire
incident had been staged in order to make Draco seem
innocent, and even more were questioning Harry’s loyalties.
By the end of it, Harry was
exhausted and damn near to hexing the next person to give him a weird look. He
stood with Draco, Ron, and Hermione and, much to his
relief, left for the dormitories. They walked with Draco
as far as the dungeons, deciding not to risk venturing further.
“Are you going to be okay?” Harry
asked, concern shining in his eyes, “In the Slytherin
dorms, I mean.”
“I’ll be fine. It was just a
little hex,” he replied, “They’re all too cowardly to do anything serious. I
can handle them.”
Harry nodded, but his worried
expression never changed. “Just… don’t forget to ward your bed and all of your
things, okay?”
“I know. Relax, Harry. I trained
with you this summer, too, remember?” Draco said,
heading down the stairs, “I can handle it.”
“Harry? Am I missing something?”
Hermione asked, “You seem too worried for this to have been ‘just a little
hex’…”
“The poison they slipped him
wasn’t to simply weaken him,” Harry said, “If I hadn’t been there, it would
have killed him.”
She gasped. “But… surely Madame Pomfrey has an antidote.”
He shook his head solemnly. “I
don’t believe there is an antidote
for Ashwinder venom.”
“Bloody hell!
How’d they get that?” Ron exclaimed.
“Voldemort
is a Parselmouth, too. It was probably easy for him…”
Harry said.
“Shouldn’t we go to McGonagal with this?” Hermione said.
“No. We’ve got no proof, and I
destroyed any evidence of the venom in Draco’s blood.
Don’t worry, ‘Mione. I’ll be able to tell if he’s in
any danger,” Harry said, “Draco will be safe.
Besides, if we take him away from the Slytherins,
we’ll never be able to find out who’s trying to kill him.”
“How can you tell if he’s in
danger?” Ron asked.
“I get this pain in the back of my
head,” he replied, “If Seve- my mate was in trouble…
the mark on my palm would burn. It’s a handy system. I don’t know if it works
both ways though…”
They finally reached the Fat Lady
and gave her the password. When they entered the common room, it was to the
curious and accusing gazes of their housemates.
Harry sighed. Honestly… was it too
much to ask for a little peace?
“What the hell was that whole
scene in the Great Hall about?” Seamus asked.
“Why’d you let Malfoy
sit with us?” Dean added.
“You’re not going Dark on us, are
you, Harry?” Parvati said.
He couldn’t hold it in. He threw
his head back and laughed, almost maniacally. Then, as quickly as he started,
he stopped, leveling them all with a scowl eerily reminiscent of their
ex-Potions Master’s.
“I’m going to bed. I’ll let you
all talk it out amongst yourselves, but I refuse to justify any of your asinine
questions with proper answers,” he said, strolling up the stairs.
“Have you all gone stark raving
mad?!” Ron exclaimed, “Harry gone dark?”
“Why else would he suddenly be
friends with Malfoy?” Lavender asked.
“Perhaps didn’t catch exactly
which word the Slytherins carved into Draco’s forehead, hmm?”
Hermione said coldly, “It was traitor.
Draco deflected to the light, you idiots.” They had
the grace to look ashamed. “Harry’s parents, godfather, and even Dumbledore
were taken from him because of Voldemort, and you lot think he’s sided
with the monster?! Draco’s mum is dead because of his
inability to follow Voldemort! I am sick to my
stomach with disappointment in you!”
“Hermione, I…” Lavender said,
tears in her eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Seamus sighed. “Yeah.
Wow. We were real gits, huh?”
“You’re all very lucky that Harry’s
such a kind-hearted person, because he’ll most likely forgive you all,” she
retorted.
“Bloody morons…” Ron muttered
before kissing Hermione on the cheek, “I’m going to head up and check on him. You staying here?”
“Yeah.
I’ve got a few more choice words for these ones,” she replied, smiling up at
him.
“Hey Harry,” Ron said when he
entered the dorm to find him sitting by the window, “You should have stayed. At
least until ‘Mione was done ripping them to
metaphorical shreds.”
Harry chuckled. “I heard… She’ll
make a very good Mrs. Weasley, someday.”
Ron blushed. “Slow down there,
mate. We haven’t even been dating for that long.”
“Yeah, but I know you two are
going to end up together,” he said, smiling.
Ron grinned at him. “So… what are
you planning to do tonight? Curfew isn’t for another hour and a half.”
“I think I’ll go flying,” Harry
replied, opening the window.
“Isn’t that a bit- conspicuous?”
Ron asked.
Harry smirked. “Yeah, but I’m sure
stranger things have happened here at Hogwars.”
He jumped out of the Tower,
extending his wings as he fell and soaring up and over the castle. He sighed,
the rush of wind around him easing all of his troubles away. He thought he
heard a couple of screams as darted past the Astronomy
Tower, but he ignored them, heading
for the forbidden forest.
He heard another shout of
surprise, followed by, “’Arry? Is that you?”
He smiled, landing gracefully in
front of the half-giant. “Hello, Hagrid!”
“Well, bloody- when did that ‘appen?” Hagrid asked.
“Magical inheritance on my mum’s
side,” he explained simply, “You can’t tell anybody though, alright?”
“You ‘ave
me word,” Hagrid said, “It’s beau’iful,
though, what you are. Powerful people, Caelestis.”
“You know of them?” Harry asked,
taken aback.
“O’ course.
I make it me business to know abou’ every magical
creature, being, and race there is,” Hagrid said,
grinning, “An’ I got a friend ‘oo’s one…”
“Brenna?”
Harry said.
Hagrid
chuckled. “She trained yeh, eh?”
Harry nodded.
“She’s a good woman, she is. Too
bad abou’ her mum, though…” Hagrid
said.
“What happened to her?” Harry
asked.
“Oh! I shouldn’
‘ave said that. I should not ‘ave said that…” Hagrid
muttered, “It’s bes’ if yeh jus’ ferget what I said, ‘Arry. Better be gettin’ back.
It’s almos’ curfew. I’ll see yeh
later. Firs’ class is gonna be somethin’!”
Harry quirked an eyebrow, but took
off into the sky. “See you, Hagrid!”
When he reached the window to his
dorm room, he climbed in, retracting his wings. He made it just before the door
opened and the others filed in. He shut the window as though it was nothing out
of the ordinary.
“Harry… I-we’re all really sorry,”
Seamus said.
“Yeah, we had no right to act like
such asses,” Dean said.
Harry grinned. “It’s a natural
reaction to confusion, I guess.”
They sighed in relief.
“But, you should probably- watch
your back, you know?” Seamus said, "Most of the seventh years are back in
their senses, but… well, some of the younger ones refused to listen to reason.
And the whole school- just take care.”
Harry smiled, touched by their
concern. “Thanks guys.”
“Man! Harry, you could have really
milked that, y’know!” Ron said, “You could at least made them
suffer a bit.”
Harry laughed. “Yes, but that
would make me a prat, like you, Ron.”
The response he got was a pillow
square in the face. And so… the second Great Pillow War was fought and won,
once more, by Ronald Billius Weasley.
“Jeez, Ron!
If Voldemort challenges you to a pillow fight, he’s
doomed!” Harry said, making them laugh.
Later that night, sleep found
Harry quickly. However, peace would elude the Boy-Who-Lived, even in his
dreams…
~I~
There! Chapter one is done! Hehe.
That rhymes. So? What do you think? Chapter two is
almost done as well, so I’m counting on lots of feedback to motivate me to get
this posted!
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