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Shades of Black	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 24401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

Holiday
was over and Draco had returned bearing a gift from his father for Harry. Slowly Harry took the small box from Draco
and opened it. A gasp escaped his lips
when he saw the beautiful snake pendant on a silver chain. The pendant had two snakes wrapped around
each other and they had green jewels for eyes.

�It�s
beautiful.� He whispered, carefully taking it out of the box and holding it in his
hands like a relic.

Draco
smiled, �Put your robe on with the pendant, I want to see.� He said
happily. Harry quickly complied, putting
the necklace on before slipping the robe Draco had given him on. When he faced his blonde companion he
smiled. Draco grinned, �Wow Harry, you
should see yourself. Gorgeous.�
Draco�s words made Harry blush.

�Liar.� He replied.

�Take
away your glasses, lengthen your hair a bit, and you�re the epitome of a
Slytherin.� He chuckled, �And a pureblood.�

Harry
smiled, �I�ll just have to let my hair grow out then, won�t I?�

�I
have to admit it�d look good on you.� Draco said thoughtfully, �I bet we could
find a way to conceal that scar too.�

�That
would be great considering that�s how everyone notices me.�

He
nodded, �I got your letter. How�s it
been going with the Weasleys? Gained
their trust?�

�Yeah, for the most part.
I have an idea of how to get them in trouble as well, at least Ron. You know the third floor corridor?� He asked
with a malicious smile.

Harry
had sent a note to Ron, asking him to meet him in the third floor corridor that
night; he had something he wanted to share with the red head. Carefully hidden under the invisibility
cloak, Harry and Draco made their way to the corridor. When Ron got there he was followed by
Hermione. The sound of footsteps
startled them and without thinking Harry pulled the two Gryffindor under the
cloak. Professor Quirrell,
their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher looked
nervously around before opening the door.
Harry scowled when they heard music coming from inside.

�Malfoy.� Ron hissed upon seeing who else was under the
cloak.

�Shut
up Weasley.� Harry hissed, �Don�t make a sound!�

Ron�s
mouth snapped shut. Slowly the four of
them crept into the room their teacher had gone into only to come face to face
with a three headed dog. Four pairs of
eyes grew wide until they realized they were under an invisibility cloak. Of course having three sensitive noses
sniffing around the room didn�t bode well in their favor. Harry took in a hiss of air as he felt
something hot against his chest, right where the pendant Lucius had given him
sat. Quickly he pulled it out, the eyes
were glowing a brilliant greet.

�What
in the world?� Harry asked with a scowl.

The
three headed beast whimpered and cowered in a corner, afraid. The four of them blinked, unsure what to
think but not about to pass up the opportunity.
There was a trap door in one part of the room and they were sure that�s
where Professor Quirrell went. Quickly they entered, one by one; Harry was
the last one down.

�At
least we didn�t land on spikes or something.� Ron mumbled.

Draco
blinked then snickered softly, �Say that again while it�s eating you Weasley.�

Vines
were wrapping themselves around Ron, Draco, who had the intelligence to quickly
remove himself from the plant, was fine but as Harry
went to join him the plant wrapped up his legs.
A low growl escaped his lips.

�What
the hell is it?�

As
they fought to free themselves the vines tightened, pulling them in. Hermione finally spoke up, �Stop moving. It�s Devil�s Snare.�

�A lot of good that�ll do us. How do you kill it?� Ron asked, continuing to
struggle.

Harry
snarled at him, �Didn�t she tell you to stop moving, don�t you ever listen?�

Hermione
was trying to think fast so as not to be eaten while Ron still didn�t take her
words to heart and was being pulled in faster, �Fire. Devil�s Snare hates fire.�

Draco
murmured something with a flick of his wand and the plant was on fire. It immediately let its prey go. They scampered away from the plant to where
Draco was. Harry smiled at him in
thanks.

Ron
said nothing, simply glaring at Draco while Hermione spoke up, �Thank you
Draco.� She said softly.

�I
wasn�t trying to save you, just Harry.� He said with a shrug, �But to save him
I had to save you as well.� With that he continued on.

Hermione
glared after him before following with the rest. Upon reaching the next room they
stopped. The sound of flapping wings
echoed through the room. Harry and Draco
exchanged glances before looking back at Ron.
His eyes grew wide as they smiled.
Easily they grabbed him, shoving him into the room to see if he would be
attacked. When he wasn�t they walked in.

�Honestly
you two, was that really called for?� Hermione asked, glaring at the two
Slytherin.

They
looked at each other for a moment then back at her, �Yes.� Harry replied, �So,
what are we supposed to do in this room?� He asked, looking up at the
birds. Upon closer inspection he
realized they were keys, �Oh. I see.� He
said with a disheartening sigh.

Draco
raised an eyebrow, �I take it we have to find the key to that door?� Harry
nodded solemnly, �Great.� He said, rolling his eyes then noticing the brooms,
�And we have to use old school brooms to do it.�

�Well,
we might as well get to it.� Harry said with a scowl, looking up at all the
keys.

Ron
looked as well before speaking up, �Look at that one, it has a bent wing, like
someone grabbed it. I bet that�s the one
for the door.�

Harry
sighed and mounted a broom, flying after it.
Draco followed suit and the two of them went after the offending
key. Dodging the other keys didn�t
become difficult until Harry managed to snag the one they were after. That�s when all hell broke
lose. Draco quickly landed and
Harry handed the key off to him, intending to distract the other keys long
enough for them to get the door open.
Once open Harry dived for it, barely making it through before Ron closed
the door. The sound of hundreds of tiny
keys striking the door could be heard and Harry took the opportunity for a
breather.

�Could
it get any worse?� Ron grumbled.

Harry
narrowed his eyes at him, �You don�t say things like that because you know what
will happen? Things will get worse.�
When they looked around they realized things had gotten worse. Gigantic chess pieces were in place, �Ok, who
here is good at wizard chess?�

Ron
puffed up his chess, �I�m the best.�

�I
doubt that Weasley, you don�t know how to play real wizard chess, no Gryffindor
does.�

Ron
glared at him, �How would you know?�

�You
don�t know how to use the board in your favor.
Take places on the board, Weasley you be a knight, Granger for you I
think a castle, Harry, bishop, and I�ll be the king.�

Harry
chuckled, �Alright, white first, right?�

�Yes.�

With
that the game began. Near the end Draco
sacrificed Ron, much to Hermione�s chagrin, and Harry won the game. The moment the king was in checkmate and had
given up Hermione ran over to the fallen Ron.

�He�s
alive.� She said with a sigh of relief, �Just unconscious.�

�We
can�t deal with that right now, we have to keep going. Obviously there�s something Quirrell wants and if it�s important enough to be this
heavily guarded then we need to hurry.� Harry said, striding toward the door.

�I�ll
stay here with Ron.� Hermione whispered.

Draco
rolled his eyes and followed Harry to the next room, �Idiot Gryffindors, can�t
make sacrifices to win. Not that I
minded getting Weasley smashed.�

Harry
chuckled, �Me either, it was entertaining.
Let�s see what�s next.�

Bottles
filled with liquid were laid out on tables and a flame blocked the next
door. There was also a rhyme.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies
behind,

Two of us will help
you, whichever you would find,

One among us seven
will let you move ahead,

Another will transport
the drinker back instead,

Two among our number
hold only nettle wine,

Three of us are
killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you
wish to stay here forevermore,

To help you in your
choice, we give you these clues four:

First, however slyly
the poison tries to hide

You will always find
some on nettle wine�s left side;

Second, different are
those who stand at either end,

But if you would move
onward, neither is your friend,

Third, as you see
clearly, all are different size,

Neither dwarf nor
giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second
left and second on the right

Are twins once you
taste them, though different at first sight.

Draco
and Harry took in the words, looking at the bottles before them, �So which
one?� Harry asked.

Draco
pointed to one, �That one goes onward, take it and I�ll go back. Obviously there�s something that idiot
headmaster didn�t want people to have so I�ll see about getting help.� Harry
nodded, �I think my father put protection spells on that pendant, they should
help.�

Harry
nodded and took the potion, downing it, before walking through the fire,
�Careful Drac.�

�Of course.� He said back before taking another potion and
going back through the fire.

Harry
walked into the next room, wand at the ready.
He half smiled, �Well, if it isn�t Professor Quirrell?�
He asked.

He
turned quickly, �Potter.� He sneered, �What brings you here, after the stone?�

Harry
raised an eyebrow, �What stone?�

He
scowled, �You don�t know?�

�I
just followed you; obviously you�re not supposed to be here.� He said with a
shrug, his pendant was still on the outside of his robes. Quirrell noticed it
and scowled before whispering something to himself, or
seemingly to himself, �Why do you wear that turban? Why don�t you take it off?�

Quirrell ignored him and examined the mirror, �How does it
work?�

�Use
the boy.� The voice came from Quirrell but it wasn�t
him, Harry scowled, looking thoroughly confused.

�Potter.� He ordered, �Come here. Tell me what you see?� He growled.

Harry
walked over and looked into the mirror.
He saw himself in the mirror and two people who he assumed were his
parents, having never seen them before he was sure they were. His father smiled at him and put a blood red
stone into his pocket. Harry blinked,
feeling a sudden weight, he now had the stone that Quirrell
was after. He smiled to himself.

�Well? What do you see?�

�My parents.� He said softly, �I see my parents.�

�Liar.� The voice that came from Quirrell
but wasn�t him hissed, �You may see them but you have the stone.�

Harry
took a step back, �Your point?� He replied.

�Give
it to me.� Quirrell hissed.

�No,
I think I�ll keep it.� Harry said with a smile, �Think of it as a gift from my
parents.�

�Stop
him.� The other voice hissed.

When
Quirrell grabbed him he screamed, �Burns!� He cried.

Harry
scowled but noticed that yes, Quirrell did look
injured. Thinking fast Harry pressed his
hands to Quirrell�s face, not about to let him get
away. He�d rather have him dead. His pendant glowed and that glow surrounded
them. Quirrell
screamed and blackness overcame Harry.
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