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Title: Tainted
Author: Mel
Fandom: 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.
/Text/ - Written text
Contains spoilers for
Half-Blood Prince
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Tainted Chapter 4

-My scars
remind me,

That the
past is real.-

---Papa
Roach

Draco woke
alone. He was staring up at a cold stone
ceiling, a hard mattress beneath his body and course sheets under his
fingers. That bone deep exhaustion
settled on him and Draco wanted nothing more then to fall back into
oblivion. He forced his tired body to
co-operate, looking around what seemed to be an infirmary of some sort. It wasn�t overly cosy, and though there
didn�t seem to be anything untoward lying around, Draco wouldn�t want to be
truly sick in this place.

Then again,
he thought, angling his head to look further down his body, he probably
couldn�t get much sicker then he already was.

Lying half
on top of him, hanging off the bed was the gently glowing Potter. It was surprising to think that he had stayed
with him, however long Draco had been out.
Even if the ghostly figure turned out to be nothing, it was sort of nice
to know there was someone by his side.
Not that he�d ever admit that to Potter, he had enough information to
make his life a nightmare already.

Pushing
Potter�s shoulder till he shifted, lifting his head and blinking in
surprise. Draco sat up, head swimming a
little.

�Get off,�
he hissed softly, shoving the only slightly solid spectra from his lap. There was no one in the room, but Draco
thought it best not to advertise the fact he was talking to himself. Potter lost his balance, tumbling in a sleepy
mess to the floor. If it weren�t for the
sickly green glow Draco would have sworn he reacted like a normal person would,
crying out when he hit the floor and glaring up at Draco.

Smirking
Draco swung his feet from the bed, surveying the room when his head stopped
spinning. Potter stood too, looking
around, somehow managing to float and walk at the same time. Which only compounded Draco�s bad mood.

Draco set
himself on his feet, rising carefully.
The sleepy feeling was still there, Potter had said it was part of the
Curse. Merlin knew what this stupid
curse was. Draco certainly didn�t see
any benefit to it, he�d only been landed with an annoying ghost of his sworn
enemy, a constant want to curl up and sleep and deafness he couldn�t
shake. It had been easier before, when
all he had to do was keep from pissing off his Lord, stay alive those next few
days and hope the nightmare ended soon.
He�d been on a raid when he�d been hit by a jinx, a nasty one. He remembered falling, a bit of stone
sticking out, catching his temple when he landed. He�d probably bled all over the stone too,
because his head still throbbed. It was
like the waves of exhaustion emanated from the still deep cut-

�What�s
Wild Magic?�

Dragged
from his thoughts Draco looked over at Potter, putting his shaking hands to his
sides, clutching what was left of his robes.
Potter, thankfully, didn�t notice the weakness, his brow furrowed over a
desk with scattered sheets of paper.

Draco
joined him, looking over the papers.
They were about him, who else would they be about, and concerns on his
current state. Draco tried not to be
alarmed at the word �curse�, seeing it gave a whole new side to this crazy
thing. It made it real, binding almost. Draco was cursed, and it looked like there
was no help on the way anytime soon.

It spoke of
this �Wild Magic� it was something he�d only heard of recently. Even then there were only frantic murmurs
amongst the Death Eaters. Something
their Lord was dabbling in. Maybe the
reptile was responsible for the curse?
Even though Draco wouldn�t put it past him, he was sure that he wouldn�t
bother with linking Potter and himself together and would have just killed
Potter instead.

All he knew
was that it was old magic, deeper then the sort they used now. It relied a lot on blood, sacrifices and old
gods. Gods that should be left to sleep.

The cool
tip of a wand against the back of his neck made Draco freeze. Dropping the paper Draco left his hands by
his sides, turning slowly. He faced the
wand, and the old man that met him at the door before he passed out. What could only be a medi-witch stared coldly
from behind him.

�Oh dear.�

Draco
fought the urge to roll his eyes at Potter�s observation. The Wizard before him started to talk, again
Draco�s hearing failed him.

�You better
tell him your deaf, I can�t hear him either.�
Potter mutters, watching the wand.

�I can�t
hear you,� Draco repeats softly, watching the wand in front of him, wondering
where his own wand was.

The wizard
doesn�t look too surprised, though his lips thin in irritation. He urges the Medi-witch forward and she says
something.

�I don�t think
she said something nice about you, Malfoy,� Potter offered from his side,
grinning. Draco was careful not to look
at the annoying specter, keeping his face neutral as the witch pulls out her
wand. He feels her magic wash over him,
he winces a little at the painful buzzing it causes in his head. It�s thankfully over quickly, leaving Draco
swaying a little uneasily on his feet, steadying himself on the desk. Potter�s hand burns when it touches him, but
he doesn�t think about the spark, focusing on the two before him.

The Witch
nods to the old wizard and they talk.
Draco�s head stops buzzing, and though he cant understand what�s going
on, they look at him. She tries another
few spells, there�s more pain, Draco grinds his teeth, shaking his head as they
try to question him more. Since when had
spells hurt him so? Was it the
curse? Potter�s hand held his arm a
little tighter and Draco couldn�t bring himself to shake off the annoyance.

Again the
buzzing stops and the Wizard is writing in the air with his wand, the words in
bright blue colours.

/Are you
hurt anywhere else?/

Draco
blinks at the words a little before shaking his head. �I am tired though. Can I sit down?� Draco needs to sleep before he collapses, his
body trembling with fatigue. The Wizard
barely gets a moment to nod before Draco�s stumbling towards the cot. Potter holds him, helping him keep his
footing, before he tumbles onto the mattress.

�Is this
going to get easier?�

Potter
shakes his head, �I don�t know, we�ll have to see when we get back to my body.�

Draco
closes his eyes. He doesn�t know how
much he can take of this, and slips gently into the oblivion.

---

Draco was
being shaken, waking with a start. His eyes
flew open, he could only make out fuzzy forms and faces. Had the Dark Lord finally decided to kill
him? Had enough of him and his whole family? At their incompetence to kill Dumbledore and
Potter?

Well, I�m
not going without a fight.

It was the
single clear thought that flew through his mind. He ripped his arms from the hands that shook
him, crying out as his whole body curved around his middle, crossing his arms
over his face, his knees touching his arms.
He could feel the golden power pooling in his middle, he let it for just
a moment before he gave a sharp scream, flinging the power from his body. It surged from him, leaving him weak,
chuckling. Hopefully that showed them
before they killed him. Hopefully he�d
made his name proud again. He began to
curl again, hoping for one more go at it.

�Stop Draco!�

The command
in Potter�s voice stopped him cold. He opened
his eyes, blinking them, clearing them.
Potter is hovering over him, an unreadable look on his face. Draco�s mind came crashing back down, remembering
suddenly where he was. He looked around,
five wizards were on the floor, three holding their wands, a shield charm
crackling in place. The fourth was the
old white haired wizard from before and the fifth the Minster of magic. Two of the wizards with their wands out Draco
reconised as Professor Lupin and one of the Weasley brood.

Draco felt
the blood drain from his face as he realised that they were thrown to the door
by him. Not to mention the upheaval of
the rest of the room.

�Merlin,
they�re going to kill me.�

�They�re
not going to kill you,� Potter chuckled as Lupin got to his feet, murder in his
eyes. The unknown witch held him tightly
by the arm, speaking sharply to him. �If
they were going to kill you they would have done so in your sleep.�

Draco
struggled into a sitting position, the sudden movement making his head spin and
he clung to the bed, his stomach rebelling as he heaved over the edge. Potter�s hand rested on the back of his neck
as he brought up what was left in his stomach.

After he
finished cold hands drew him up and he was staring at the old wizard
again. His wand was writing in the air.

/Where did
you get this magic?/

�I don�t
know,� Draco managed. �It�s not magic,
it�s a curse.�

There was
talk, they were shouting at each other.
The minister didn�t seem happy, the Weasley boy was saying something,
the others in the room seemed to agree.
Draco couldn�t hear their voice, but he knew it was him they fought with
the Minister over. Potter pulsed happily
beside him, the green light faded to gold.

�What�s got
you so happy?� Draco muttered quietly.

�We�re
going home.�

Draco didn�t
ask how he knew. Because he felt it too.

---

Somewhere,
deep in the earth a man stood. His skin
grey and cold too touch, his face barely reconisable as that of a man. Eyes of ruby shone out. They stared at the worn helm in his
hands. It too was old, stained with what
could only be blood.

He clung to
it, whispered to it, the old words falling effortlessly from his lips. A blade as old as the helm etched patterns
into his skin, the blood dripping over muscle and flesh, pooling at his
feet. Pooling in the carvings of the old
altar he stood upon.

The sword, pattern
complete in his skin, hovered before his face as the chant came to its end.

�Wake Cronus,
Jupiter! Wake and lend me your divine
power!�

The sword
pierced his stomach, slamming into him, full to the hilt. The light in the cave went out.

With time a
merciless cackle sounded.

It had
begun.

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AN: There
might be a little wait on chapter 5, I�m about to move and will loose all
internet ability by Friday. I will aim
to get the next chapter out by then, but chances are slim!
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