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Title: Tainted
Author: Mel 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
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Tainted
Chapter 2

-I want to
hold you high

And steal
your pain away-

--- Seether

At times
the whole world revolved inwards.

Usually his
world revolved outwards. Who to impress
and what to wear. The right thing to say and the person to shun. It was easy to do; his life had always been
like that. Please his playmates, his
classmates, and his mother. His
father. And then HIM. He was the hardest to please; he was also the
one who had come closest to breaking him.
That would make him laugh if he ever realised.

Now, none
of that mattered anymore. The whole
world could fade away and it wouldn�t matter.
Being in dark places had always done that. There always had to be light, sun, star or
flame; it didn�t matter. If there
couldn�t be light there had always been someone with him, he was never, ever,
alone in the dark.

He could
have only been here hours, but it started to feel like days. Maybe even years.

He had
started screaming some time ago.

He wasn�t
much too look at anymore. Once proud and
haughty expression long gone, twisted in fear.
His pale skin was dirty, his cheeks dripping with blood where his
fingers had started digging into his skin.
What had been fine and soft hair was like straw, muddy. His grey eyes
were unfocused and panicked, the pupil almost too big for his eye. He knelt, curled into a little ball around
himself, hands pressed against his ears.
They could have been blocking out his own screams or something else
entirely.

Draco
Malfoy was a broken boy.

---

�They say
he was found in a raid.�

�A
kid? He can�t be any older then my
girls!�

�Well,
don�t tell anyone I told you, but they say he�s responsible for the whole
Hogwarts mess.�

�I thought
it had to be something like that, why else would a school boy be down here, you
know? How long have they been
questioning him for?�

�No one�s
in there, he�s been screaming like a banshee for a few hours now.�

�And you
haven�t silenced him?�

�They want
us to be able to hear anything he could confess to. You know what these procedures are like.�

�I guess,
it�d drive me batty though. They took
his wand from him right?�

�Of course,
officially broken and everything.�

�Oh, he�s
stopped. Do you reckon everything�s ok?�

�Yeah,
probably just passed out. If they find
him guilty he�ll be killed.�

�Poor tyke,
probably deserved it though, getting involved with that dark magic�s always
dicey. Cant be too careful who your
friends are anymore.�

�Shame
that.�

---

�Are you
hurt?�

Draco
looked up, his screaming stopping. He knew who he was looking at, though he
didn�t quiet believe it.

�How are
you here, Potter? You can�t Apparate this
deep into the Ministry.�

The figure
shrugged a little, bowed at the waist over Draco�s kneeling body. He wore a billowing white shirt, his glasses
askew and one lenses splinted. His skin
seemed to glow in the bits that weren�t covered in splattered blood. It took a moment for Draco to realise Potter
wasn�t actually there, he was either a ghost, or projection of his soul. In this place Draco couldn�t be sure, in the
dark Potter could be a figment of his breaking mind.

�Are you in
any pain?�

Draco
nodded silently. He wasn�t really
speaking, his mouth wasn�t moving. It
echoed inside his mind though, it felt wonderful, like his mother use to
whisper to him in the dark.

�There�s a
curse on the both of us.�

�A curse?�

�If you let
me I can make it easier.�

�You�re
daft. Are you sure you�re Potter? He�d never help me.�

There was a
short smile. �I wouldn�t, would I? But things change, and without you I�m stuck
in this curse too. So to help you, helps
me too.�

Draco
stared at the figure of his nemesis for a long moment. �They�re going to kill me.�

�Then all
hope dies. Let me save us.�

For the
longest time Draco stared at the shredded skin under his fingernails. �What do I have to do?�

�We have to
both live in silence for a little while.�

Looking
into the calm face, Draco nodded, �you won�t leave me alone? I can�t be alone.�

�Of course
not, we�re both cursed aren�t we? Better
to be in it with someone then alone.�
Harry pressed icy lips to Draco�s forehead, and Draco�s world fell into
silence.

---

Potter kept
him company when the edges of the darkness crept too close. Draco was just grateful for the company; even
if it was the person he hated the most.
Anything was better then being alone.

�Isn�t your
body missing you?� Draco asked at one
stage.

�Probably
not.� The thin spirit sat beside him,
his presence comforting, even with the splattered blood. �My body isn�t missing a lot at the moment.�

�You�re
dead?� The thought was a little
disturbing.

�Not dead,
trapped, I guess. I won�t know until we
get back to it.�

Draco
snorted. �So we�re stuck with each
other? Brilliant curse this one, Potter,
think it up all by yourself or did Weasel have a hand in it?�

Potter
smiled, �you drew me here, twat, this is as much your fault as it�s mine.�

Rolling his
eyes their conversation stopped as the door swung open, surprising Draco as he
was showered with light. With his arm
shielding his eyes he felt the brush of Potter�s presence against his skin.

�They can�t
tell I�m here, so don�t talk to me, they�ll think your bonkers.�

Draco bit
back a laugh. They probably already did. It also made him wonder if perhaps Potter
wasn�t there. Maybe he was a product of
his own madness. The thought didn�t bode
well and Draco hoped that Potter was really standing beside him as his vision
began to clear.

Two wizards
stood above him. Draco couldn�t be sure
who they were. Their robes were black
and their faces grim. It didn�t take
much too realise how much trouble he was in.

�Breathe
Malfoy, I�m right here.� Taking Potter�s
advice he took a slow breath.

It
surprised Draco a little when one wizard opened his mouth, speaking to
Draco. Draco heard nothing. Shaking his head he tried to clear his ears
with no luck. There was no sound. They stood, waiting for him to answer, to
respond. This is what it meant to be in
silence.

When he
didn�t move, they lifted him up, dragging his body out of the tiny room. He glared quietly at the floating figure of
Potter who glided along beside them. The
boy shrugged, a �told you so� smirk gracing is lips. Draco wondered if he would be considered
insane for hating a something that wasn�t really there.

He managed
to get his feet under him when they hit the stairs. They were too narrow and they had to go up
one at a time, Draco between the two wizards.
He moved over a little to make room for Potter, thanking Merlin the boy
was small and he wasn�t running into walls.
The stairs went on for ever and Potter�s words kept him moving. His legs grew numb and his breathing became
shallow. Potter told him he looked a
right sight and Draco had to bite back a sharp reply. That smirk was irritating.

�It�s the
curse,� Potter told him. �It will tire
us both all the time.�

Wonderful,
so not only was he deaf, but he would feel like this all the time. Really, he was beginning too wish he�d just
put up with the dark and madness. He
glared a little at Potter, but there was nothing he could do. The curse was the same for them both, and
even though Potter seemed to know what he was on about, the curse seemed to be
something neither could control.

The
stairway ended, a dark corridor leading out before them. Draco moved a little closer to Potter and the
floating boy patted his arm gently. He
couldn�t tell if the men were talking to him or not, not that it really
mattered because he wouldn�t be able to answer them but it would be nice to
know. They stopped at an old wooden door,
knocking on it. When the door opened Draco
had time to see an old man before the magic washed over him and he fell into
oblivion.

---

The
minister of magic tapped his foot lightly.
Finally the doctor sighed, looking up from his charge and over to the
minister. He put his wand away, pushing
his white hair from his face. The impatient
in the gesture was not a good sign and Rufus Scrigeour knew he would not like
what the man was about to tell him.

�There�s
strong magic on the boy.� He said
slowly, collecting his thoughts. �I can�t
understand it all, but it could be a subtler form Imperius curse, but there�s
something more to it.�

�More how?�

�It reeks
of old blood magic, bonding. Wild
magic. But I�ve never heard of a Wizard
with this much threaded with his own magic.
I can�t tell if it�s a creation of You Know Who, or if it�s something he�s
stumbled upon on his own.�

�He�s not
fit to be tried, is he?� The Minister
sighed when the doctor shook his head.

�The boy�s
not fit to be left by himself until we know the nature of the magic. I have a few Wizards who work with wild magic
in Egypt and Greece,
but it will take time to find out if they�re even alive let alone if they can
leave their work to help us here. Wild
magic is dangerous to work with, even if the object is thousands of years old. Putting him in a situation that�s going to
make him emotionally unstable could be disastrous.�

Looking at
the blonde boy couldn�t see what could be the harm. Then again, this was the same child who had
made it possible for Death Eaters to enter Hogwarts. �What should we do with him? I can�t put him on trial. I can�t without the trial execute him, it�ll
make a martyr of him. Could he go to Azkaban?�

�Merlin no,�
the man looked shocked by the suggestion.
�I don�t know much of the magic, but he�ll either explode, possibly taking
out Britain
with him, or the Wild Magic will grow stronger.� The Minister stared at the man and he
shifted, old screwing up in thought. �You
could put him with Wizards, strong Wizards.
It might just keep the magic in check.
I can try to contact the experts in it, but for now,� the doctor looked
at the boy. �All we can do is wait.�
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