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Falling Inside the Black	By : Pseudonymous_Entity Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A whole new world was opened to him.
Harry now knew if you bounded into the library and hid behind Madam Pince's desk clutching a book to your chest with watery eyes and trembling limbs, moaning about just wanting to read without getting beaten up the older woman would ferret you away in her office with a never ending supply of hot chocolate. That particular afternoon was glorious. Alternatively Filch would let you go through his confiscated items room if you got him magical items that could be used without the use of a wand. Turns out the poor guy was a squib. The house elves would do nearly anything you wanted if you burst into tears. In fact he was pretty sure some of them had adopted him. In their minds at least. Thus he had emotional manipulation and bribery down, plus whatever it was that worked so well with Seamus and Malfoy. He really needed to perfect that one as it seemed to work on pretty much anyone if he did it right. Or at least it had worked on Susan Bones, and that was three out of four houses it had worked on so far. Harry would have to do a more thorough experiment at some point to get a better read on it. On the bright side he seemed to be a natural at it. Whatever it was.
Indeed finding new ways to get what he wanted made his life into one large social experiment. He looked for any opportunity to mess with someone even if he didn't really care about what was going on. It was great fun really. He knew how to get Seamus to take notes for him in History of Magic so he could skip it. He knew how to get Malfoy to carry his bookbag and how to get Percy to give him a night pass so he didn't have to worry about losing points when he was out after curfew. That one he particularly proud of and he point blank refused to tell either Ron or the twins how he had managed it, though the pitying looks and slightly mother hen-ish behavior the Head Boy gave him now and then really should have been a big clue. Who knew his home life was such a good motivator?
Unfortunately he'd yet to find a way to get Ron to stop sinking his claws in his arms every chance he got. He couldn't talk to pretty much anyone alone when the ginger was around to notice, and if he tried that person was tackled to the ground or Harry was dragged off. Hermione didn't seem to care one way or another about Ron's neurotic behavior. His dorm mates noticed and seemed to disapprove. Neville thought it was hilarious but would allow Harry to hide behind him even if he was laughing about it the whole bloody time. Harry had the suspicion Neville knew exactly why everyone was acting strange around him this year but was finding the entire thing far to entertaining to do anything about it.
It wasn't funny to Harry. His arms were bruised. He had to wear long sleeved shirts. Every time Ron came near him he winced. Honestly he felt like a battered wife or something. What bothered him most was that Ron didn't seem to care that he was hurting him. He'd just look at Harry with this expression that said Harry deserved it for not following rules Ron hadn't yet decided to share. To give his arms a break Harry avoided his best friend whenever he could, filling his time with his experimentations instead. It was during all of this experimentation he'd managed to find some common ground between Lupin and Snape.
Lupin adored anything dark and creepy, with a fondness for dark creatures. Snape delighted in terrorizing his students and had a fondness for poisons he made certain everyone was aware of. Harry figured if he could get them together they could swap notes on being frightening, it was confirmed that Lupin was the scariest teacher at Hogwarts after Snape, and maybe it would get him on even better terms with Lupin and even get Snape to warm up to him a little. At first Snape seemed to dislike Lupin even more than Harry which was an accomplishment. Harry had wondered if he was worried Lupin would over take him in the 'creepiest person ever category'. Turns out there was some sort of back-story there. Lupin had nearly eaten Snape.
Harry did not how Lupin had managed that but thought it was awesome anyway.
He had an elaborate plan worked out to get them to befriend one another that included peeves, a dark ritual and licorice but in the end once Snape overheard some students lamenting having detention with the new professor and whining about how he'd awarded points to Slytherins. Snape warmed up to him all on his own. That's what lead to Harry wandering around the halls waiting for both of them. He promised to volunteer more often in class if Lupin promised to get Snape to give him a point now and then. He wasn't all that picky really but he figured having the man that could poison anyone he liked and get away with it on your side was a good thing. He did wish the man would shampoo. Just once a week, that's all he was asking.
Harry walked around a corner on the third floor, boredom creeping on him. Sure Lupin had been gone half a minute but lately Harry was finding it very hard to keep control of himself if his mind wasn't properly occupied. Luckily for him three first year Ravenclaws had taken it upon themselves to carve into the wall with a wicked looking knife. Clearly they were muggleborn if their chosen words of wisdom were anything to go by. Feeling wider awake already Harry stood behind them for a minute before clearing his throat. Making people shriek and jump was good fun he decided, mentally adding 'ghost' to his list of prospective careers after school.
"Potter!" Said firstie number one.
"Harry."
"What?"
He raised his chin and said in his best imitation of Lucius Malfoy. "Call me Harry please. I've never touched clay before in my life and I don't like the insinuation."
"Right...," said firstie number two, "Harry then. You're not going to tattle on us are you?"
Harry decided not to mention the two professors that were bound to come looking for him. "I'm not going to run off through the castle to tell a random adult that three eleven year olds are writing prejudiced crap on the walls no. I was suspected of doing the very same thing last year you know. But with blood. Mine was much more ominous and cool all around really. This is just stupid."
"B-blood?" Demanded firstie number one. Harry was beginning to wonder if firstie number three could even speak.
"Yeah. You know, that Chamber of Secrets? The basilisk? Any of this ringing a bell?"
Firstie number two gaped. "There's a basilisk?"
"Was. I ran a sword through the top of it's mouth."
Firstie number one held up a hand. "Wait, you're telling me there was a basilisk in the castle?"
"The wizarding world knows nothing about what goes on here do they?"
Half an hour into an incredibly exaggerated tale of his second year, during which he had collected even more first years and a couple second years as well, he was rudely interrupted. "...I thrust my hand forward into the mouth of the best, pressing it through the skin and bone, A loud pop indicated it'd come out of the other side but I wasn't paying attention anymore. The beast fell over and I fell backward and there in my shoulder was a tooth."
"No!"
"Yes." said Harry gravely, "I held myself up on my knees the best I could. The world blurred and spun around me and I knew it was the end-"
"Potter what are you doing?"
Harry turned to see Lupin and Snape standing across the hall, both with their arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Lupin was eating a bag of ice mice like popcorn at a movie theatre.
"Conducting a social experiment."
Lupin's eyes glanced to the petrified first years huddled in a group nearby. "A social experiment?"
"Yes."
"And this involves defacement of private property?" Snape asked archly, gaze set on Harry's hands and more specifically the small knife in them he had been using to scratch letters into the surface of the wall.
"Yes." He said, beaming at the man. "It's also great for emphasis during my story telling."
"I left you alone for five minutes and you're conducting a social experiment?" Lupin appeared torn between amusement and curiosity and not all keen to discipline him before he found out what was going on. Harry loved the guy but honestly what was Dumbledore thinking with the teachers he chose for this place? Did he just pick whichever CV had the funnest mental disorder?
"Thirty-five actually." He corrected.
"Has it been that long?"
Harry raised a brow. "What were you doing for the last half an hour?"
Lupin tilted his head back as if he were wondering that himself. Snape rolled his eyes.
"Right. Anyway, as I was accused of it last year, I figured -what the hell!- and decided I should continue my legacy. Additionally, I found these fine gentlemen," he motioned to the three students not in the huddle, "Etching into the wall and thought I would fix their message. Poor dears were confused."
"Oh?"
Harry nodded. "Oh yes. You see, while you were off doing whatever it is teachers do when out of sight of their students I came upon these three engraving the immortal words 'God Hates Fag' into the wall. Ignoring the fact here in the British Wizarding world we call cigarettes fags and fags poofs, and of course the fact it's a grammatical nightmare, unless they were referring to a lone fag in which case they have been advocating homosexuals to hook up," he glanced at them and they shook their heads to indicated that was not in fact what they were going for, "Didn't think so. The whole thing was ridiculous so I thought I'd change it into a statement that held some weight. Something poignant."
He stepped aside to give them a better view of the wall. "It is now 'God Hates Baguettes'." He declared proudly.
Lupin leaned against the opposite wall and grinned. "It's tough to disagree with that." he said solemnly, "Everybody hates baguettes."
"But it's true!" Said one of the midgets, stomping his foot. That was adorable. But seriously after a tale about a huge snake and a sword and a teenage Dark Lord this kid thought his glare of doom was going intimidate Harry? Did he not listen to a word of glorious battle? Children these days.
"I must have missed that part in Sunday school." Muttered Snape.
Harry cleared his throat and affected a prissy woman's voice. "Remember children, Jesus would rather we constantly shame gays than let orphans have a healthy, loving family and home environment. There are priorities!" The three first years faces paled. He heard one of his professors suck in a breath. This was too easy. Have murdered parents and you could get away with anything.
"Gee we didn't mean it like that Harry." Said the second firstie looking quite ashamed.
"Did you know they sent me to live with muggles?" Harry asked, apparently heading off on a completely different train of thought.
"Um, no?" Answered the third. He does speak!
"The muggle world likes to go on and on about love. Muggle poets spend their entire lives writing about it. Everybody thinks it's the most wonderful thing. But, when you mention two blokes, or birds, in love they forget all of that and freak the hell out." He lifted a hand and studied his nails. "You see, muggles hate anything that isn't a perfect example of the commonly assumed category of normal. Whether you're of an alternative faith, sexuality, ethnicity or even a child with magical powers. The muggles I live with hate me you know, "He continued brightly, "And I hate them. Still I somehow manage to live with them my entire life without having killed a single one. The point is if I can manage to reign in my hate towards people I know, and loathe, intimately, do you think you can manage to reign in your hate toward people you've never even met?"
The first years shifted guiltily. "We never thought about it that way."
"I believe you." Said Harry dismissively.
"Are we letting him get away with this?" Lupin asked Snape musingly.
Snape tilted his head, black hair falling into his face. "I can't decide." He admitted grudgingly.
"We should flip a coin." Said Lupin wisely.
Harry was prevented from commenting, which was a shame, when a red blur zoomed his way from down the hall. "Harry there you are!"
"Aw hell." Moaned Harry. He snapped his fingers at the closest first year. "Switch me ties. Quickly."
Perplexed, the first year pulled off his blue tie and switched it with Harry's red and gold one. "Thank you."
Harry had just finished fixing it when Ron stopped before him, panting. He was doing that a lot lately. He should really consider suggesting Hogwarts implement some sort of exercise regimen. Of course then Ron might actually catch him when he ran away and that certainly wasn't acceptable.
"I've been trying to catch you all day Harry." Gasped Ron.
"Fancy that, I've been avoiding you all day."
Ron scowled and reached for him. "All day. That's a whole day wasted-"
"And actually haven't."
"I haven't?" Ron paused, confused.
Harry stepped behind the three first years nearest him without any shame using them to shield him. "Nope. You've been looking for Gryffindor Harry. As you can see I am Ravenclaw Harry." He stroked his blue tie lovingly.
Ron blinked. "What are you doing in Ravenclaw Harry?"
"I defected." He said, keeping a perfectly straight face. He valiantly ignored Lupin's laughter in the background.
It appeared Ron did in fact know that particular vocabulary word so Harry resorted to an age old method of misdirection. Widening his eyes he pointed over Ron's shoulder and shrieked, "Dementor!" In the ensuing chaos he bolted down the other end of the hall and ran down two flights of stairs. Unfortunately Ron had followed behind him rather than turn to see if their really was a Dementor. So trusting.
"Why have we stopped?" Asked Ron.
"I'm sure it won't follow us down here." Harry assured him. "It's probably too busy sucking out other people souls to be bothered with ours."
Ron brightened at that. "Oh. Well I wanted to ask you something-"
"There's a spider in the dorm and you want me to kill it for you?" Harry guessed.
Roll rolled his eyes, latching on to one of Harry's arms. "No Harry." He started to drag him down the hall. "What I wanted was-"
"If that's it I won't do it. I'm highly against genocide. We shouldn't kill something just because it technically isn't human. You should be ashamed." Harry cut him off. He took advantage of the bigger boys bewilderment to free his arm and subtly rub it. That really did hurt.
Ron reached for him and Harry stumbled back a step.
"What are we shaming gingers about?" Malfoy called sharply from behind. He was followed by Professor Lupin who seemed to have taken the Slytherin course on ninja. He was hanging around a lot of Slytherins lately. Harry suspected Snape might have taught him. That or Lupin had cloned himself.
"Did you just come up from the dungeons?" Harry demanded, looking over his shoulder at the man.
Malfoy stepped beside Harry eyeing the arm he was rubbing with a frown.
"Yes." Said Lupin.
"...but we just left you upstairs."
Lupin shrugged.
Harry stared at the Defense Professor. "I'm going to go ahead and let that slide. Anyway, Ron here is spreading a message of hate toward other creatures simply because they aren't quite human. He's trying to get me to join him in his journey of non human extermination. I of course am repulsed by such a mentality and have denied his request for my presence at his next murder. It's not to my taste. I'm rather fond of non-humans. You know, Centaurs, Werewolves...all that jazz."
"How could you possibly like Werewolves?" Asked Ron, turning back to him.
Harry took a step closer to Malfoy and wondered when Slytherins started being safer than his best mate. "They've got better hearing, vision and sense of smell than regular humans, they're also stronger and faster. It's like being a superhero."
Ron thought he was crazy he could tell, though Malfoy appeared to be fighting a laugh. He glanced at the Defense instructor.
Lupin stared at Harry with a maniacal gleam to his eyes.
"Are you alright sir?"
He continued grinning widely, baring his teeth in a feral not-at-all-reassuring smile. "Fine...fine."
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