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Rursus in Aetas	By : Alucinor Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Thanks to everyone who pointed out a mistake I made! I don't have a beta yet so sometimes I miss things I really shouldn't. I really really appreciate you guys letting me know when you catch these things so I can fix them. ^.^

Chapter Three
Bright green eyes opened into slits
before slamming closed once more, a headache forming almost instantly.
Hesitatingly, he re-opened them, alarmed at the vision in front of him. Around
him a never-ending white mist arose, disorienting in its bright vastness. There
was no ground, no sky, nothing to be seen nor heard and he wasn�t even certain
if he was standing or lying down. He lifted his hand to his face, letting out a
shaky breath of relief when it shifted into view; the rest of his body seemed
to follow thereafter.
�Hello?� He grimaced as his voice
seemed to echo right through the thick mist around him. It was not a fog and
far too bright to even be considered natural. �Is anyone there?�
Be
calm child.
Gasping at the sudden voice near his
ear, Harry spun around swiftly. The bright mist was the only thing to greet
him. He attempted to calm his breathing but yelped in surprise when the voice
spoke once more, this time seeming to be slightly further away and off to the
side.
We
will not harm you, little hatchling.
�Who are you?� His eyes darted back
and forth, hoping he could find the source of the airy tone. The landscape
remained solid, flawless in its pallid expanse. The voice, despite its sudden
arrival, wasn�t really that alarming. It was soft in its delivery, smooth and
slightly cool, like a gentle breeze. Harry couldn�t make out whether it was
male or female; it really could have been either.
We
are the guardians between worlds.
He furrowed his brow slightly in
confusion. There was only one voice speaking as far as he could tell but it had
referred to �we� twice in a very short time. And worlds?
What worlds? There were too many questions to be asked. Harry settled for the
most obvious and more pressing matter.
�Where am I? How did I get here?� For
a moment, Harry thought the voice had left and he took a few steps further into
the mist.
Not
yet, little one. Wake up.
He paused in bemusement. Was he
sleeping? Suddenly, where once he had felt nothing, the ground lurched under
his feet. He gasped, falling sideways into the white mist, crying out as he
attempted to grasp at something, anything to stop what would surly be a painful
landing...
Harry sat up abruptly in his bed. His breath coming out in short gasps. The
sheets were tangled in his legs and he shook them off swiftly, curling his
knees up to his chest, hugging them. Several moments passed before he no longer
felt he was in danger of a collapsed lung. Pale fingers carded through his hair
unsteadily as he glanced at the clock beside Ron�s bed. It was a gift Harry had
given the boy last Christmas and he watched the animated contraption for a
moment, the time not yet registering.
A small, golden ring sat flat against the table, grounding the piece. Two
chasers flew around in circles several inches above it, tossing a Quaffle back
and forth. Between them, in bright gold incandescent numbers, the time was
displayed; 5:36 AM. It was early still, but the others would be waking soon enough.
Harry saw no reason to lie back down, knowing that even if he did attempt to,
he wouldn�t be able to fall asleep.
He shifted with a sigh, letting his legs swing over the edge of his bed. The
cool flagstone made him shiver as it brushed the underside of his feet. The
dream was now vague in his mind and he paused for a moment, grasping at the
last strands of its memory. Despite the fact that the dream had woken him up,
his scar wasn�t bothering him. Harry wondered if it was really that important,
after all, it was no were near as bad as the dreams he�d been having over the
summer. After a few moments of debating, he brushed it off as inconsequential before
collecting his school clothes and heading to the bathroom. He suddenly felt grateful
for the early wakeup call, knowing it wasn�t often he was able to shower
without worrying someone might see the scars littering his pale form or notice
just how thin he�d gotten. He ignored his reflection as he passed it, along
with the sharp gasp of alarm the enchanted piece let out, promptly showering
and dressing before making his way to the common room.
Just as he�d imagined, many of the students had begun making their way
groggily through the portrait, no doubt heading off to breakfast. Hermione
stood of to the side and motioned him over with a tentative smile. Harry growled
inwardly. She really needed to just back off already. It wasn�t that he didn�t
appreciate what she was doing and really he understood but she acted like he
was on the verge of a mental breakdown; as if any moment Harry would just crack
and...and what? What did she think he was going to do? Kill himself? Lose his
mind? Become the next dark lord? He shook his head, rubbing at his eyes
tiredly.
�Alright Harry?� Ron�s cheerful voice brought him out of his musings and he
looked up with a fake smile already plastered across his face. �Man!� Ron
continued without waiting for a reply. �I�m starving! Let�s go get breakfast.� A
part of Harry was grateful for the easy way Ron pushed his worries to the side,
already leading them down the grand staircase. Unfortunately, the largest part
of him felt envious of the older boy and angry that he could be so carefree in
the middle of a war. Didn�t he see how much had been lost already?
So many deaths, too many deaths; Sirius, Luna, Tonks, Cedric, the
list just went on and on. He visibly cringed, thinking about the column of
names that had slowly begun to build in his mind. He knew it was unhealthy to
blame such things on himself but he felt the guilt like a sharp dagger to his
heart. There had already been hundreds of fatalities and the number only ever
seemed to increase. It was mind numbing and just when Harry had felt things
couldn�t get any worse, Dumbledore had fallen. What were they meant to do now?
He was the leader of the light! He had all the answers! What would they do
without Dumbledore�s vast knowledge of Tom? No one else understood how
Voldemort�s bizarre logic worked. How on earth could they win now? It all felt
so hopeless and Harry felt the weight of the world as it settled on his
shoulders.
The teachers tried to play things down in front of the students and somehow,
even after reading the Daily Prophet, they�d fallen into a false sense of
security. The students couldn�t afford to be children any longer but that
didn�t seem to stop them. Harry felt almost disgusted by how na�ve his fellow
classmates were but he couldn�t really blame them. They had all been sheltered
and not one of them had seen the things he�d seen, Dumbledore had made sure of
that. While Harry watched muggles and wizards alike being tortured by Voldemort
and his Death Eaters, the rest of the student body sat ignorant of the world�s
evils, unaware of what horrors lay beyond the school�s walls. They couldn�t
even begin to imagine some of the things he�d been witness to. He couldn�t
blame them for not knowing, no, but that didn�t stop him from feeling he�d been
dealt a grave injustice. What he wouldn�t give to feel innocent once more...
�Harry? Aren�t you eating?� Harry blinked slowly, taking in his
surroundings. It seemed they�d reached the Great Hall and taken their seats
without him even noticing, his mind was that preoccupied. He spooned some eggs
on his plate and several sausages, hoping the bushy haired girl would be sated
for now. She gave him an odd look but turned back to her own plate as
McGonagall began passing out their schedules. The women had yet to replace
herself as Head of the Gryffindor house and Harry had a feeling she�d hold it
off for as long as possible out of some sense of loyalty towards them. She�d
need to do it eventually though, or risk alienating the other Houses due to
favoritism, something she�d just preached against the night before.
Harry took the schedule from her proffered hand and glanced at it
indifferently. Ron�s groan was quite audible even amongst the loud chatter of
the other students.
�Double Potions first thing?� Harry ignored Ron as
he began a tirade on the unfairness of the class and the �slimy� professor that
taught it. He couldn�t find it in himself to care though, knowing that
ultimately it would make no difference how unfair he found their treatment. Snape would continue to torment them regardless and Harry could
no longer conceive of a reason to fight back. He tried to tell himself that it
wasn�t technically �giving up� he was just reserving his energies for more
important tasks, like saving the wizarding world from
a mad man bent on world domination. For a moment, he contemplated just how
absurd his life truly was. Harry felt a brief flash of amusement at the
thought, surprised he was still capable of feeling anything other then remorse.
�Come on Harry. We�re going to be late for potions.� Hermione was now
scowling at Ron in irritation. He�d taken his rant too far it seemed, though
Harry hadn�t been paying attention long enough to know in what way.
�Oh, come off it Hermione! When are you ever going to use potions in the
future?� Harry actually chuckled aloud when he realized Ron�s mistake. Of
course that would piss Hermione off, ever the one for knowledge. Hermione shot
a glare at Harry, taking his amusement the wrong way before rounding on the
red-head once more.
�What are you talking about, Ron! Potions are very important!� Harry let their
argument fade in and out as they made their way to the dungeons. �...hat would
you do then? You agree with me don�t you Harry?� He shrugged lightly before
tuning them out once more, his feet on autopilot. His mind felt strangely like
it was coated in a thick layer of molasses. Groaning slightly he leaned against
the far wall, his vision beginning to spin dangerously. It blackened suddenly
before a swirl of vibrant lights lit up the door they stood in front of,
tearing a startled gasp from him. If he hadn�t of been so alarmed, the image
would have been lovely to behold; blue, red, and gold all swirling around in a
strangely hypnotic dance.
�Harry!� Hermione was shaking his shoulder gently but it was the sudden
shout that had stunned him out of the trance. They were standing alone outside
the classroom, Ron having already entered before them. �Harry, are you quite alright?�
Hermione�s soft voice sounded hesitant and Harry silently mourned the day when
it would have been laced with concern instead. Glancing back at the now barren
door of the potions classroom, he nodded briefly, wondering just what it was
he�d bore witness to. A sarcastic drawl snapped both students out of their
inner turmoil.
�I realize how difficult it must
be for one of your intellect to comprehend,� Harry stiffened at the degrading
tone of Snape�s voice. Despite his earlier thoughts
of not letting the man get to him, he knew he�d feel every sharp stab directed
his way, regardless. �, but staring at the door like a moronic drone will not
actually help you pass my class. Actually,� He continued with a sneer. �I�m not
aware of anything that would help you
pass my class, Potter.�
Harry gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes downcast as Snape
stalked forth through the doors. Hermione followed him quickly, sliding into an
empty seat. Ignoring his headache, which had yet to dissipate, Harry sat down
beside her.
�Oh and, Potter,� he tensed involuntarily. �15 points from
both you and Miss Granger for your tardiness.� Snape
looked as if the thought pleased him greatly. Hoping not to give the sarcastic
man any more reason to deduct points, Harry attempted to keep his face
impassive, barely paying attention as the Professor began a lecture over the
potion they�d be brewing. He was thankful when Snape
chose not to pick their partners, knowing he would have seriously botched any
assignment without Hermione beside him.
Twenty minutes later, the potion was nearing completion. The orange tone was
slightly duller then what it should have been but close enough that he was sure
they had at least passed if nothing else. A strange sense of foreboding washed
over him suddenly. Bright green orbs scanned over the other students in unease,
searching for the source of his sudden disquiet. Surprisingly, the rest of the
class passed quickly and without any explosions nor terrifyingly catastrophic
events, unless you counted Snape sneering at how
�inadequate� their potion would be when actually consumed.
Harry left the class with tense strides, following along side his two best
friends. The uneasy feeling was still there, pulsing insistently just beneath
his skin and setting the small brunette on edge. He felt agitated and paranoid
and the overall effect was truly starting to get to him. He barely spared a
glance at Hermione as she opened her mouth to speak before quickly snapped it
shut once more as if thinking better of the comment she was about to make.
The rest of the day passed in much the same way, each class dragging on
endlessly in Harry�s restless mind as the feeling slowly morphed into one of
absolute dread. Something was about to happen, he could feel it in his very
bones. When he briefly mentioned how uneasy he felt, leaving out the fact that
it felt as if someone was about to die, Hermione brushed him off, saying they
were all a little off kilter at the beginning of the school year. It was to be
expected she had said, but Harry knew this feeling of impending doom went far
beyond New Year jitters. Though, he didn�t bother pushing the issue, praying to
whatever god there was the feeling would pass without incident.
Harry would look back on that thought later on and laugh at himself. As if
Harry Potter could avoid something disastrous happening, the very thought was
ludicrous. It was practically engraved in stone that bad things must always
happen to The-Boy-Who-Lived.
It happened on the way back from dinner.
�Harry, are you sure everything�s alright?� Hermione�s soft voice did
nothing too sooth Harry�s discomfort but he was sure the unease Hermione had
witnessed in him all day wasn�t even half of how he actually felt. He was
hiding it to the best of his abilities and knew he�d succeeded thus far for if
she even suspected how he truly felt she would have dragged him to the
infirmary hours ago.
�Really �Mione. Leave the
poor guy alone!� Ron clapped him on the shoulder in support. �If Harry says
he�s fine then there�s nothing to worry over. Right, Mate?� Harry grimaced
slightly and tried not to shake the hand off his shoulder. He had never been
very comfortable with touching but his agitated state made the firm clasp ten
times more uncomfortable then even he was accustomed too and it was all he
could do to keep from jerking away. He almost sighed in relief when the hand
was removed only to groan in exasperation at Ron�s next words.
�Malfoy! What the hell
are you doing here?� The redhead growled out, standing in the archway of an empty
classroom. Sure enough, the pale blond Slytherin was kneeling
in the middle of the floor directly in front of a brass cauldron. There were
parchments scattered about him and several empty jars Harry guessed had once
held the ingredients that where now simmering in the cauldron with a strange
translucent quality he didn�t recognize. Malfoy was
holding a broken jar in his left hand, the contents of which were slowly
dripping into a puddle by his knees. At least, Harry hoped the crimson liquid
had once been in the bottle, but the pale boy didn�t seem to really be paying
too much attention to it. He sneered at Ron before replying in a voice that
clearly spoke of how little brains he though the other
had.
�What does it look like, weasel?�
�It looks bloody suspicious is what it looks!� Ron was turning an odd shade
of red which seemed to spur Hermione into motion.
�It does look odd, Malfoy and as Prefect I must
insist you clean this up and return to your dorms or I�ll be forced to take
points.� Malfoy started to speak before Ron cut him
off once more.
�Hermione! Why even bother? Just take points now!
It�s obvious the slimy bastards up to something!�
�Watch your language Ronald! I�m not opposed to taking points from you as
well!�
�I�d listen to the mudblood if I were you, weasel.
Although,� The blond smirked and let his eyes scan up and down Ron�s angry
form, �clearly, I�m not you. Far more
money and taste you see.� Harry saw Ron grip his wand with white knuckles and
hesitated for only a moment before stepping in front of him.
�Calm down, Ron. Don�t let him get to you.�
�Move, Harry! The bastard has what�s comin� to
him!�
�Ron! No dueling in the halls!� Harry almost wanted to role his eyes at
Hermione�s shout, as if that had ever stopped him in the past. He flinched when
a red spell streaked past his head having not expected Ron to actually shoot a
curse while he was standing between him and his target. The next few moments
happened rather fast; later, Harry would have a hard time understanding exactly
what had happened in that classroom.
Jerking to the side he watched as Malfoy did the
same, the two barely missing the cauldron beside them. The spelled exploded
against a self above them, sending bits of metal and wood flying. Harry barely
had time to think as a hard body plowed into his side, stealing his breath from
him. The impact had both bodies careening towards the ground knocking the
cauldron as they went. Harry felt more then saw when the volatile potion
exploded sending a strangely pink goop flying in every which direction followed
by a thick black smoke that filled the air almost instantly.
It was several moments later when Harry felt sitting up wouldn�t be
detrimental to his health. The smoke was slowly beginning to clear revealing Malfoy as the body that had collided with him. The larger
boy in question sputtered before rolling off him and sitting up with a grimace.
Silently, Harry agreed with his sentiments, only just realizing they were both
completely covered in a tacky pink substance, the consistency of which Harry
was strongly reminded of snot.
�Urgh! Malfoy, what the hell is
this stuff?�
�How the bloody hell should I know!� Malfoy
growled trying in vain to remove the goop from his hair. �This isn�t the
completed potion! Your ignorant weasel fucked it up.�
Harry snorted in annoyance and attempted to stand, sliding several times in
the pink goop before managing a wobbly standing posture. Glancing up, he yelped
before both feet flew out from under him once more sending him sprawled out on
his ass. Malfoy bust out laughing at the picture he
made.
�Merlin, Potter! I thought seekers were meant to be graceful!� But Harry
wasn�t paying attention to him, he was staring in horror at the empty
doorframe, the same doorframe that only a moment before had held his two best
friends.
�Where are they...What the hell did you do Malfoy!�
�What are you blathering about?� Malfoy looked
over his shoulder were Harry was staring in alarm. Silver eyes narrowed in
contemplation. �I didn�t do a damn thing, Potter. Weasley
was the one that shot the fucking stunner.� But his voice sounded preoccupied
as if he was trying to understand what it could mean.
Harry shook his head slightly and nervously wrapped his hand around the
necklace at the base of his throat. Cold metal met his grip and he gasped in
alarm. NO, they can�t be... He
jerkily stood up once more, slipping and sliding across the stone as he made
his way to the door.
�Wait, where the hell are you going?� Malfoy was
now attempting to stand as well, a sight that would have been absolutely hilarious
in any other circumstance but Harry could think of nothing past the safety of
his friends.
�Headmistress McGonagall. Something�s happened to
Ron and Hermione.� His voice sounded strangely calm to his ears considering
inside his mind he was virtually screaming in panic.
�I�m going with you then.� The taller boy finally managed to get his balance
and was staring down at the shiny pink floor in disgust.
�Like hell you are! It�s your fault this happened in the first place!�
�How the hell is it....Look, Potter, I�m not going to sit here and argue
over whose fault it is.� He slid his way across the floor with slightly more dignity
then Harry had a few moments before. Harry narrowed his eyes at his approaching
form. �But it was my potion and I�d rather be there to keep you from making
this out to be some ridiculous plan I cooked up to send your friends to the
darkest abyss of hell, being the devil reincarnate I am and all.�
Harry snarled in a way strangely reminiscent of Snape
before turning away and jogging down the hall towards the stone gargoyle. He
didn�t bother looking behind him to see if the blond had followed and picked up
the pace when he rounded the corner that would lead to the towers. Unfortunately,
instead of meeting empty hallway as he�d expected, he staggered head first into
another body almost falling over on impact. Two strong hands gripped his upper
arms gently, keeping him from meeting the floor for the umpteenth time that
night. Green eyes widened in shock at the form in front of him.
�Wait up, Potter!� Malfoy grunted in pain as he
too whipped around the corner, crashing into Harry and only barely keeping
himself from toppling over by gripping the boy�s hip with one hand and bracing
himself on the wall with the other. �What the hell would you stop in the middle
of t�h�� Malfoy
blinked in surprise at the twinkling orbs that met his own silver.
�Professor Dumbledore...?�
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