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Title: Two Roads Diverged

Author: Beldaran1

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, no money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
Also, the poetry preceding the story is from Robert Frost�s The Road Not Taken.

Spoilers: HP Books 1-4

Genre: This is a Slash (this means boy/boy loving)
story so be warned!!!

Summary: What if something happened that changed the course
for Harry and Draco? What if there was
more to the enemy than first appeared?
What if there were other outside forces that were to play a part in the
conflict between Light and Dark? Hmm.

Author's Notes: I just wanted to state that while there
shouldn�t be any spoilers from OOTP, I have read the book and some things in
this story may be colored by that knowledge.
However, I will attempt to post warnings where this issue may occur.

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Two roads diverged
in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not
travel both

And be one
traveler, long I stood

And looked down
one as far as I could

To where it bent
in the undergrowth;

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Part I: Summer of
Change

Chapter 3

This is not a good
thing. To say he didn�t want to be
here was an understatement, a quite large one at that. The leaden ball of dread
that had settled uncomfortably within his stomach at his father�s pronouncement
had given way to an almost suffocating feeling of doom. Draco fervently wished
he was still back in his Mum�s solarium or, for that matter, anywhere else
rather than here, in the antechamber of Voldemort�s
lair.

Draco swallowed nervously as he silently perused his
surroundings. His father had, only
moments ago, proceeded into said lair to speak privately to Voldemort
and had left him here in this cold dreary room with the strict instructions to
touch nothing and to speak not a word.
As he had neither the desire to touch anything nor was there anyone with
which to speak, Draco did not think he would have a problem following his
father�s orders.

Indeed, he could not think of a more cold and uninviting
place.

The d�cor ran along the lines of blood red and an inky
depthless black. Even the rather paltry
fire in the fireplace did absolutely nothing to halt the pervading chill, nor
alleviate the overall dreariness of the room.
Try though he might, Draco could not ignore the icy feel of evil that
was near suffocating. It almost felt as
though if you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the echo of screams
filled with terror and pain.

No, nothing good could come of this visit.

Draco just knew this was going to be bad. The dread that had been rolling like a lump
of coal in his stomach had moved upwards to lodge in his throat and he was
finding it rather difficult to continue breathing the slow measured breaths as
befitted a Malfoy. Any moment now his father was going to come for him and he
would have to face the Dark Lord in person.

A part of him was steadily falling into hysterics of a major
scale, while another part of him was eerily calm. Draco could almost sense the
subtle ticking of a clock as his time for walking the middle ground grew nigh.
It would soon be time for him to make a choice, to maybe make a stand. That he
was only fourteen and shouldn�t have to make this kind of a decision did not
and ultimately would not matter.

His heart pounded in his chest and finite trembles made his
hands shake as sudden indecision seized him.
At this time, at this particular moment in time, Draco honestly did not
know what to do. Did he uphold the values and principles that were most dear to
his mother? Did he instead follow the well scripted plan his father had laid
out for the Malfoy Heir? He�d somehow managed to walk the fine line of being
both his mother�s son and his father�s heir for so long that it had become
second nature. Comfortably so. Maybe too much so, because now, at the worst
possible time, he was struggling with who he was and
who he wanted to be.

�Draco, our Lord Voldemort will
see you now,� Lucius stood in the entryway leading
into his Lord�s Lair and spoke with the haughty tone of one who is firm in the
belief of his own superiority and importance. �Come!�

Taking a deep calming breath, while barely stopping himself from rolling his eyes at his father�s conceit, Draco
rose gracefully from the sofa upon which he had just moments before struggled
with a most inopportune identity crisis. Turning to face his father he once
again donned the Malfoy mask and strode forth knowing that before too much
longer one of his parents would be proud. For better or worse he had made his
decision and now he would have to face the consequences of his choice.

As he crossed the threshold leading into Voldemort�s
private chamber, he felt every hair on his body stand on end and his stomach
gave a nauseous roll. A terrible feeling of implacable doom sent his nerve
endings jangling and every instinct he possessed cried out for him to flee this
place in all haste. Terror unlike
anything he had ever felt before sent his heart racing and his hands trembled
ever so slightly despite his most valiant effort to maintain the Malfoy fa�ade.

Forcing himself to continue forward into the chamber,
despite an increasingly urgent desire to turn and flee, Draco concentrated on
regaining his poise. Today is the day we
face our end; Tonight is the night of flex and bend;
Turn and turn and turn again; In gracious death may all things mend. He
silently repeated his self made mantra over and over in his head until it
flowed into an effortless shield, a blurring of impervious words to guard his
mind.

Nothing had ever felt so dreadfully serious and Draco knew
he could not allow himself to falter, not even for a moment. Once again he took another deep calming
breath, and steeling himself, he raised his head and tilted it ever so slightly
to the left and affected a subtly insolent air. Ruthlessly shoving his terror
down he stepped out from behind his father, and nearly lost it all as he beheld
Voldemort for the very first time.

�My Lord Voldemort,� Lucius raised his hand and placed it in a steely grip on
Draco�s shoulder before continuing with an unctuous tone in voice, �This is my
son and heir, Draconis Lucius
Malfoy.�

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�today is the day�

�No!� Harry shouted as he watched helplessly while Malfoy
writhed on the ground in pain. He furiously pounded his fists against what felt
like an invisible wall, unable to do anything but bare witness to the cruel
torture. Everything was tinged in red and he felt the bile rise in his throat
as the monster in whose body he was trapped was filled with a sick sadistic
pleasure at the pain with which Malfoy was being subjected. And still,
underneath the sadistic joy he could feel the ever present black roll of
murderous rage.

�Sssooo tell me Draconisss,� Voldemort hissed as
the Cruciatus Curse was lifted. �Are you ready to beg forgiveness for your
impertinent wordssss?�

�Go,� Draco gasped rolling over on his side as he tried and
failed to push himself up off the ground, �fuck yourself!�

�Very well,� Voldemort spat
viciously, �Crucio!�

Draco screamed as the curse hit him again, his back arched
to such an extreme that only his shoulders and feet remained in contact with
the ground.

�flex and bend�

Harry didn�t know how much more Malfoy could take before his
body just gave up. He didn�t know how much more he could take being forced to watch helplessly while Voldemort continued to torture Malfoy.

�Sssurley now young Malfoy,� Voldemort hissed after once again releasing the Cruciatus
Curse, �You have come to know the error of your waysss.�
Slithering closer to his victim Voldemort stopped to
revel in the delicious bouquet of pain and fear, �You are young and impetuousss and know not how to treat one who isss better than you.�

�Mm mm m,� Draco managed to croak
as he struggled to get the words past his mangled throat.�

�Yessss.�
Voldemort leaned forward in anticipation of his
victory.

�Mm mm mutt,� Draco finally
gasped.

�What?� Voldemort drew back in confusion.

�Mm mutt,� Draco smiled weakly, �Mm mixed�br breed�dd dog.�

Everything went red as the insult hit home and Voldemort screeched, � CRUCIO!�

�turn and turn and
turn�

�Please stop.� Harry sobbed brokenly as he slid down the
invisible wall behind which he remained a captive audience. It felt like he had
been trapped watching Malfoy being tortured for hours, repeatedly being put
under the Cruciatus Curse. Every time, every bloody buggering time, Malfoy
refused to give in, and each rejection on fueled Voldemort�s
rage. This time, this time had been the longest and Harry did not see how it
could be possible for Malfoy to last much longer. As it was he only twitched spasmodically, his
body grown too weak to do much else, pained gasps and moans spilling from his
mouth were screams once were ripped.

Again, Voldemort released the
curse and Malfoy just lay there a broken mess struggling for each gasp of
breath, and Harry wanted to scream at him to get up, to flee, to fight, to do
something! Anything but laying there and just taking it, just dying without
putting up a fight.

�Enough!� Voldemort roared, the rage that had heretofore been somewhat contained
erupting up and pushing him past what reason he possessed. �Imposssible! You ssshould
be dead and yet you ssstilll live.� Voldemort slithered back and forth in front of Malfoy
becoming more and more agitated, �You perssisst in
defying me?!?� Whirling once more Voldemort came to
stand over Malfoy before continuing, �Makesss one
wonder what ssstrength liesss
within the mind that can withssstand the Cruciatussss Cursssse.�

�in
gracious death�

�Oh sweet merciful Merlin protect him.� Harry whispered in
horror as Voldemort reached out and grasped Malfoy�s
head with his skeletal hands and hissed �Legilimenssss!�

At first there was nothing and then, it made no sense to
Harry. A jumble of words mixing and blurring into each other, no thoughts, no
feelings or images, only words and more words whirling in an endless cycle.

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

Over and over it kept building, getting louder and louder
with each repetition. Harry raised his hands to his ears trying in vain to
block it out.

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

�Foul boy do not persist in defying me! Let me in,
LEGILIMENSSS!!�

Harry could only watch in horror as blood began to seep out
of Malfoy�s eyes, to run down his nose and bubble up out his mouth.

And still the words, the words kept coming. Louder and
louder building on itself until everything was shaking and it hurt. Oh gods it
hurt.

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

TodayisthedaywefaceourendTonightisthenightofflexandbendTurnandturnandturnagainIngraciousdeathmayallthingsmend

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And then it was silent and Harry had a moment to wonder if
Malfoy was dead before everything disintegrated into a million pinpricks of
pain and light.

GRACIOUSDEATHMAYALLTHINGSMEND

Harry screamed as he was thrown out of Voldemort�s
consciousness by a white hot wall of agony.
Vaguely he could hear Voldemort crying out in
pain but it didn�t really register because he couldn�t stop screaming.

Harry could feel himself being pulled back into his body,
but still, he kept screaming and screaming and screaming.

To be continued�

The next part will be posted on Sunday.

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