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Riven	By : nekoasato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 3936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K.Rowling and I make nothing by doing this! I'm only writing this to add to one of my favorite fandoms.

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So I finally got around to doing this, yay me! This was a challenge I saw posted on AFF nearly forever ago but I have always wanted to work on it so now that I am done being lame, I have finally gotten around to it!
If this was your original challenge then please do tell me cause I don�t remember who�s it was (SORRY!).
Finally, I would like to thank my lovely Beta, Caelwit. Whom is also my partner in crime on our shared AFF account Digitalis Aconite. Thanks so much!
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�When were you going to inform him?� Harry recognized the venomous voice of the Hogwarts potions master as he headed up the moving staircase, intent on asking Dumbledore about spending time with Remus and Sirius during the summer holiday.
�I won�t be doing so, my boy.� Somehow Harry could see the twinkling in the headmaster�s eyes fade.
He made it to the top of the stairs but instead of making to knock on the door to the office, Harry decided to wait off to the side, certain that neither professor would appreciate being interrupted. Besides, he was rather curious about the conversation taking place inside the Headmaster�s office. Not many things would have Snape questioning Dumbledore after all.
�You can�t be serious Headmaster - The boy�s life is in danger! He can�t have more than two years left.� The potion master�s voice held a rare hint of concern.
There was movement on the other side of the door, and for a moment Harry thought one of the two must have noticed his presence. Instead it seemed as though one of them had taken a seat. �I�m afraid we have less time than that. With all the times he�s been against Voldemort, I�d stress to say we have just a little over a year. You must understand that I�m holding back this information from everyone else because it is vital to the final battle.�
That caught Harry�s attention. He�d been trying to focus on anything but the conversation as it wasn�t his concern, but now it was not only his concern but whatever they were discussing not involved him but had Snape concerned because of it! Well at least he had a feeling they were talking about him. It wasn�t like they usually involved him in planning out the next move in the war. So it wouldn�t be surprising if they were talking about him, but what was getting to him was how hard the Headmaster�s voice was compared to its usual grandfatherly tone and Snape� Snape was worried about something.

�I know how the condition works Sir, and it can�t possibly have any positive effects kept within healthy levels.�
�Severus, you must trust my decision. I hold your statues in the palm of my hand, so I suggest you remember that what I have told you is for no other�s ears.� The muffled sound of a chair being pushed back reminded Harry that he was eavesdropping on something Dumbledore had forbidden and he jumped, ready to vault back down the stairs if need be. In his excitement, he bumped into the office door and for a heart beat Harry listened, ready for the older men to react to the sound.
In the pained silence he felt dizzy with adrenaline until; finally, it was broke by Snape�s reply.
�Headmaster, you are making a grave mistake, playing Mister Potter�s life as such. As you have said, I cannot inform him that he is a Riven due to your upper hand, but know that I will not be an active part in this affair.�
�I�m sorry to hear that Severus. Please do remember not to tell anyone else, my boy. Care for a lemon drop?� Dumbledore�s voice was back to its normal happy chirp but there was a warning there, Harry had no doubt about that.
More movement, and it was obvious Snape had no intention of staying with the headmaster for more chatting.
The fear of getting caught listening into a private conversation had Harry�s adrenaline pumping overtime again. He had to make it away form the headmaster�s office quickly, or be caught. He dashed down the stairwell as quickly and silently as he could, taking the stairs two at a time, more concerned about getting caught then harming himself. Harry steadily made his way away from the epicenter of what had caused his distress, passing down random hallways and down different sets of stairs. Harry�s main concern was clearing his head enough to comprehend all that had been said.
His surroundings continued to get cooler and damper. He welcomed the darker atmosphere of the dungeons in his state of turmoil, soothing some of his adrenaline rush. After at least twenty minutes of wandering he found an alcove in a deeper part of the dungeons. It didn�t bother him that he was in the web of halls that made up the Slytherin�s base, nor that it was now past curfew, which really only meant that he didn�t have to be concerned about a group of fellow students finding him curled up far away from Gryffindor territory. Harry was still not sure how to feel. Part of him cried that he could not be certain he had even heard a conversation about himself or someone he even knew. But a more cynical voice knew he was one of the only students to go against Voldemort more then once and would be expected to do so again.

Hidden in the alcove, Harry tried to get his breathing back under control, the thudding of his heart easing off slowly into a semi regular pattern. Thoughts were racing through his brain rapidly, tossing back and forth the meaning of what he had heard less than half an hour ago. The permanent chill of the alcove he rested in eased his heated face, lulling the frustrated teen until he was able to think clearly again.
Now that he was calming down, that confused voice in his head could be pushed aside. There was no doubt that Dumbledore and Snape had been talking about him. He was the last living Potter that could be affected by anything involving life and death.
Snape�s words rang out loud still. �you are making a grave mistake, playing Mister Potter�s life as such�� Now that he looked back, Harry wondered why Snape would bother mentioning him by name. Then again it might have been Snape�s way of telling Dumbledore in his own way that the conversation about one Mister Potter was indeed over. It seemed ridiculous though that Snape would have noticed Harry while Dumbledore had not. It was all confusing. After all, he didn�t even know what a Riven was or what was meant when Dumbledore had said he only had just over a year � a year before what?
A year before he had to face Voldemort again?
A year before he lost his mind to the dreams sent by ugly old Snake Face?
A year before he lost his magic? Heaven forbid.
A year before he died?
A year before he grew chicken wings and started walking around, clucking as if under hypnosis?!
While that last one seemed absurd, he had no way of knowing anything. Not now while the library was closed and under extra security since a rouge group of students had plastered books to the walls with some nasty strong sticking spells. Everyone knew it was the Twins doing it of course, but that wasn�t the point, even if Harry planned on getting them back somehow for the trouble it was now causing him. Not that it would matter now since everyone was leaving tomorrow for summer hols. One night wouldn�t leave him enough time to figure out anything when he had no idea where he would need to start looking in the first place.
As of tomorrow he would be cut off from the wizarding world for two months. Meaning two things; he would have no way to investigate what was wrong with him unless he told someone what he had heard, and as of tomorrow he would have no access to any Dreamless Sleep. Not that he had been able to get much sleep as of late with how hot and uncomfortable he�d been. Even when he took in the fact that the nights were warmer due to the change in season, the fact that he was so hot � all of the time � especially at night when it was supposed to be cooler, meant his body temperature was no doubt abnormal.
And here he had thought the visions Voldemort had sent all that time had been bad. Any amount of sleep would be heavenly at this point. If only he didn�t feel like he was on fire, burning from the inside out. Even the cotton sheets were too warm on his naked backside, and he hadn�t been using his blanket since January.
But down in the dungeons of Hogwarts the air was much cooler, if not a little musty. What Ron found unpleasant Harry now found particularly comfortable. He had mused that if not for the extra heat given off by the cauldrons, Potions would have become his favorite class if for nothing else but the climate.
Still, Harry knew he had to do something, had to find out what was to become of him and soon since it seemed his time was limited. The only person he could trust to make any real headway on research was Hermione, and while he had trusted her many times before, there was always the reservations he held deep inside. If she told Dumbledore any of it he somehow knew that he�d fail to find anything further on the issue� But maybe if he pressed that it was important that she not say anything to anyone she�d agree to help. She couldn�t tell Ron. Underneath it all, he couldn�t trust Ron to keep such an important secret; the red head was a Gryffindor through and through and he was loyal to Dumbledore, like his mother and father.
Harry shook his head; he was tired, frustrated and annoyed with the world. Again.
The stone wall that semi enclosed him from the rest of the world was rough and tarnished but also blessedly cold when he gave into his tiredness, reclining his cheek against the ancient stone. He was too tired to think straight and for once where he rested was relieving some of the uncomfortable heat.
His eyelids drooped heavily and eyes glazed as the edges of sleep enveloped his mind. Harry, The Boy Who Lived, fell deeply into sleep plagued by worries and nightmares, this time of his own mind�s making.
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