Most Unlikely

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The Truth Be Told


Harry couldn’t breath, his lungs just wouldn’t work. His mind was working on overtime, his heart pounding ferociously, worst of all it felt like he had been dropped in a huge pool of ice cold water and he was drowning. Dobby’s face was expressionless, he too was in shock, not only at the words he had just muttered but the fact that Harry looked like he was about to throw up, and that’s exactly what he did.

Dobby rubbed Harry’s back slowly as the raven-haired boy puked onto the floor. Harry tried to speak through his rasps of air. “Dobby, you…. You need to take me to him.” Dobby nodded, his ears flapping about.

“But Sir, how will Mr. Harry Potter get into the common room.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know, you know the password, you found him!” The raven-haired boy was growing impatient with the elf. He wasn’t taking an order and that was his job.

Dobby’s eye began to fill with tears. “I’m sorry sir, but Dobby doesn’t know the password to the Slytherin common room!” Vigorously Dobby began banging his fists on his head. “Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Dobby is a dead beat house elf!”

Harry’s mind was still in a daze when he climbed to his feet. “Dobby for fuck sakes stop it! If you don’t know the password into the common room how did you get in there?!” Harry was shaking Dobby wildly; the elf was still crying but managed to speak through his sobs. “Dobby used his magic to appear in the common room Mr. Harry Potter.”

Harry let go of the elf in mid shake, sending him tumbling onto the floor. The elf was in a tangle of limbs as Harry began to sprint to the door. “Mr. Harry sir! Dobby was told about Mr. Draco!”

Harry stopped in mid sprint, his stomach leapt into his throat as he hauled himself back to face the elf, which flinched and quivered. “By who?! God damn it, who fucking told you?!” Dobby began to shake more vigorously. His ears folded flat against his head, sobbing uncontrollably.

“But Sir! Dobby was told not to tell!” The elf pleaded to Harry, whom was now storming towards him, his eyes narrowed and every inch of his body pulsing. “Who the fuck told you Dobby?!” He screamed.

Dobby shook his head and covered his eyes, quivering for life, Harry’s hands had returned to the elf’s shoulders, shaking him again. “Who Dobby?! Who?!”

Dobby lifted his ears, sobbing uncontrollably he rasped out in a low whisper… “It was… Sir, it was…” Dobby started quivering more frantically then ever. “It was Mr. Thomas.”

~

Harry ran as fast as his legs would let him go, sprinting down the Gryffindor corridor. His robe tails danced wildly in the wind behind him, his unkempt hair, actually flattening against his head, which was tilted forward as he threw his arms forward and back, trying to gain as much speed as he could.

Harry’s breathing was shallow and quick, not near as fast as his heart was beating however. Jumping down the steps to the main corridor two at a time he rammed into a first year, sending her flat on her ass, books in the air. This didn’t stop Harry, he just kept running, turning the corner and down the next set of stairs.

Finally he reached the dungeons, by this time Harry was gasping for air, his heart was threatening to break free from his chest as he turned the corner and saw the Slytherin common room entrance wide open. Harry kicked himself into a higher gear until he reached the door, grabbing he frame with his hands to slow himself down, peering around the common room. “Hello, Draco are you here?!” Harry could feel his stomach twisting uneasily when he got no answer. Slowly he walked into the room, clutching his wand that he grabbed from his common room on the way out.

“Hello, is anyone here?” Harry cautiously, but briskly walked up to the dorm door and turned the knob. What the fuck! It’s locked! Harry turned the knob as hard as he could, banging his shoulder into the door. “Open up! Draco? Hello!”

The door was not budging, so Harry frantically put his ear to the hard wood and tried to listen. He could hear a voice.

“Ha, poor Draco, dead! It’s a shame that you aren’t alive to hear Mr. Potter trying to asve you. How will Golden Boy feel about this?” The voice was low and raspy, with a hint of mocking in it.

Harry swallowed hard, before flinching when he heard the sound of a hand making contact with skin. No god please no, don’t take him from me! Harry’s eyes began to swell with tears as he listened through the door.

“Fucking little prat, think you can walk around my school, sucking face with that filthy bastard!” Again, the sound of skin being smacked echoed through the doorway. Harry couldn’t take it anymore; jumping back to his feet he lifted his wand to the door. “Alohomora!”

The door didn’t budge. All that happened was the man on the other side burst into laughter. “Fucking pathetic Harry Potter! You think I wouldn’t put an anti-unlocking charm on that?! Ha, your more fucking retarded than I thought!”

Harry’s palms began to sweat, his heart was beginning to pound faster and harder, his anger growing at the insults. Once again, the sound of contact on skin was heard through the door. This sent Harry into a complete rage. “Fuck you, you son a bitch!” Harry lifted his wand and screamed.

Harry had never felt this power before, his scar seared with pain, the room began to shake and stir. His arms felt heavy and cold, he couldn’t breath. Icy cold air filled the room, the walls and windows cracked, a high pitched squeal split through the dense cold air. Finally the door exploded through, leaving a cloud of dust to settle.

Harry lowered his wand, dropping to his knees, dizzy and disoriented. His fingers were cold and his arms were heavy as stones. Slowly his lifted his head; his breath was ghostly and visible with each exhale. Climbing to his feet he stumbled through the doorway.

When Harry entered the room he immediately turned his body to the sound of laughter coming from the corner. “Look who it is, the boy who lived. A shame really.” The man was tall and cloaked, with a black robe. The material draped over his face and feet, making him to look like he was gliding over the floor as he moved towards Harry.

Harry turned to the bed, not paying attention to the cloaked figure. Draco was sprawled across it, naked and bruised from being beat. This made Harry angrier than he already was.

Quickly Harry turned and faced the other man, his wand was up, Harry quickly ducked behind a couch. “Incendio!” A flaming ring of fire shot towards Harry, nailing the couch and igniting it. Harry leapt sideway and took shelter behind a bookcase. He countered. “Sectumsempra!” Harry’s spell was deflected by the cloaked man.

“You are pathetic Potter, I’m trained in the Dark Arts.” The man laughed behind his robe, raising his wand again. “Stupfy!” Harry turned his head and muttered Protego! The spell was deflected.

Harry’s palms were sweating; his chest was pounding loudly as he took cover behind the bookshelf. Come on Harry, you can do this! “Come on Potter, I don’t have all day!”

The side of the bookshelf exploded, making Harry jump. “Shit!” Quickly he darted out and ran to the bed; ducking low, hoping the cloaked man didn’t see him. The room was dark, except for the candles that illuminated some areas. Harry took the advantage and jumped up. “Crucio!” A jet of green light shot from his wand and nailed the man square in the chest, sending him back against the wall, screaming and cursing, thrashing about.

Harry held his wand steady, his eyes locked on the man who was screaming in pain, making sure he could drain every last bit of strength he possessed. Finally the man quit moving, Harry dropped his arm, the room was spinning, and he felt like he was going to puke. All his energy was gone, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak he couldn’t get to Draco. Everything went dark.

~

The room slowly came into focus. Harry could hear voices but they sounded as if they were muffled through a heavy door. Slowly he opened his eyes; he was sleeping on a bed, where, he didn’t know.

People were standing over him; he could make out the bright red hair of Mrs. Weasley. “Oh Harry!” She wrapped her arms around him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. “I thought I lost you! What were you thinking?!” Harry groaned and rubbed his forehead.

“Where am I?” A few more people came into focus, one of which was Madam Pomfrey. Realizing he was in the hospital wing, he shuddered and groaned. Harry had spent many of days in this wing, due to fights, spells and Quidditch matches.

Ron and Hermione both stood at Harry side. Hermione was sobbing with Mrs. Weasley and Ron was looking rather concerned. “Hey mate, you alright?”

Harry nodded slowly and rolled over onto his side. He soon realized that everything was blurry because he didn’t have his glasses on. Slowly he reached to his bed side table and slipped them on his nose, sitting upright. The hospital wing was filled by three more people. Draco, Dean and Blaise.

Harry’s rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing right. “Why are they here?” He pointed at Dean and Blaise. Mrs. Weasley began to stutter and shake a little. “Um, Harry dear, well you see, they well.” Ron interrupted and gave his mom a furrowed look.

“How about we let the Headmistress tell him.” Ron clenched his teeth a little and widened his eyes at his parents.

Harry picked up on Ron’s actions to get his mother to shut up and sighed in defeat, not wanting to press the matter any further, he knew he would find out when the time was right. Harry’s eyes fell on Draco. He was asleep but looked like he was breathing. Thank god! Harry tried to sound like he didn’t really care about the next answer, but deep down inside it was eating him apart. He knew Ron would keep his secret. “How’s Draco?”

Mrs. Weasley smiled and nodded. “He will be fine, after a few days of rest. Madam Pomfrey had anti-venom on hand, and it was injected into him within an hour, which counters the venom.” Harry nodded. His insides were jumping with joy; he couldn’t hold back the smile that crept across his face. He could swear he heard Ron snort a small laugh.

Faint clicking of heels could be heard at the door to the hospital wing. They swung open and Mrs. McGonagall came bustling in. “Harry dear, you’re awake!” She smiled widely and rushed over to him, handfuls of her dress in her hands.

She stopped at Harry’s bed and leaned over and hugged him, he returned the gesture and smiled. “Well young man, you’ve had quite a night. First of all I would like to thank you for finding Mr. Malfoy here, if you hadn’t caused such a ruckus, he probably would have been dead.” She tilted her head and smiled. “Secondly, I regret to inform you that the events in which the students staying behind for the holidays were to take place in have been cancelled. I hope you didn’t have your heart set on that too much.”

Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. There was only one thing on his mind, who tried to kill Draco. The Headmistress could tell that Harry was thinking that very thing and she smiled at him. “We would like to thank you once again, because one of the people in this hospital wing murdered Mr. Borgin, and tried to murder young Mr. Malfoy and yourself.” Harry swallowed hard; he was second from finding out who his attacker was.

“Mr. Potter, I do want you to know that the ministry will be taking care of your attacker, and you are not to get yourself involved, as much as I know you would like revenge. However he will be dealt with promptly and properly.” The Headmistress dropped her head slightly and frowned. “Your attacker was none other than our very own…”

The room fell silent, waiting for Harry’s reaction when he was told. They had all already found out who the murderer was, but they all waiting patiently, anxiously and nervously for the Headmistress to tell Harry.

“The attacker was… Well Harry, It was…Mr.”

Suddenly the hospital wing door swung open with a loud bang, clashing against the wall. \"Headmistress, where is the boy?\" A tall skinny man came bustling in. \"I have ministry officials here to deal with him.\" The Minister of Magic had arrived.


To Be Continued

A/N Ok ok, don’t hate me. I know you all are going to kill me but I had to do this. I can’t just give it all away in the same chapter. Well here is the agenda for the next chappie. Harry and Draco finally have a night to themselves. *wink wink* HOT and not to mention the murderer is revealed. I think you all will be surprised. I hope anyways. Love you all, and keep reviewing. I need the reviews to write, without them you won’t get to see Harry and Draco’s hot sex scene, (finally) or find out who the murderer is. Love you all.