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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
:talk: - mind talking
Contains spoilers for
Half-Blood Prince
AN: In
chapter 4 I wrote the wrong name, Voldemort was calling �Cronus and Saturn�,
not �Cronus and Jupiter�. It was very
late and I was half asleep�
Im
also moving and there wont be another chapter for 2 weeks.
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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, Saturn! 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.

---

Chapter 5

-I wish I
was to dead to care,

If, indeed,
I cared at all.-

---Corey
Taylor

They floo
him to another level of the ministry. Draco
isn�t surprised when he�s bundled up quickly in a dark cape. The blonde hair is a dead give away as a
Malfoy and they didn�t want a riot.
Draco chuckles a little at the thought, getting a few glares sent his
way.

�I think
being in that hole threw a few screws loose,� Potter mutters, vibrating beside
him, �stop scaring my friends Malfoy.�

Malfoy
snorts, having to cough to cover his amusement, hidden beneath the hood. The older Wizards, and witch, talk to each
other, ignoring him. Just as well, he
thought, glancing at Potter.

�We�ll be
home soon, back to your friends, and you won�t need me anymore,� it came out a
little bitter then Draco meant it to.
Not that Potter seemed to notice, shrugging slightly.

�You never
know, I might need you even more.�

Another
snort, �maybe when we get back you�ll stop talking nonsense and go back to
hating me. This side of you is more
irritating then your self-righteousness.�

Potter
didn�t get a chance to reply as the Weasley boy stepped in front of him.

/Come on,
Malfoy./

Draco clung
a little tighter to the cape. It was all
well and good for Potter to say they wouldn�t kill him. He wasn�t the one who had his head to loose. Draco was held gruffly by the arm, his hood
firmly in place as they apparated away.

---

After
spending the last three years to and from Hogsmead, Draco knew the feel of it
back to front. So when he stumbled a
little coming out of the apparition, he knew where they were in an instant. Even without his hearing.

The Weasley
tugged him between him and Professor Lupin, with the witch leading them quickly
through the streets. It wasn�t very
busy, nor was it quiet. No one stopped
them, or even looked at them. They
hurried on their way through this overcast day.
Draco could only marvel on the change a few months of death eater raids
could make. The Three Broomsticks seemed
quiet, as did Honeydukes. He was
surprised to see the Weasley�s joke shop closed, they had become quiet popular
in the last year.

It became
apparent why when they reached the edges of the town when they were waiting
with broomsticks. The twins glare at him
as they talk with their brother, obviously disagreeing over something.

�Be nice,�
Potter hisses, noticing Draco�s smirk.

�They
haven�t been the nicest to me,� Draco points out, �but if they�re taking me to
your body, and I can be rid of you, alright.
I�ll refrain from anything that could impede it.�

/Are you
talking to yourself?/ The witch was
looking at him oddly as she scrawled the words across his face.

�Why yes, I
am,� Draco grinned a little, delighting in the shocked look in her eyes. �Being in a dark hole for days will do that
to you.�

�I thought
I said be nice?� Potter watched Lupin pull her away.

�She
asked,� Draco chuckled, �and I couldn�t tell her I was talking to you now,
could I?�

Potter
certainly didn�t seem too impressed at his reasons, but let it slide as they
watched the others talk.

�You could
run you know,� Potter offered, �It�s not far to the edge of the forbidden
forest, you could get lost in there pretty easily.�

Snorting
Draco busied himself with his cape, �and have you following me around
forever? No thank you.� In truth, Draco hadn�t really thought about
it. It probably wouldn�t be too hard,
but he had little desire to be on the run from both sides. There was also the curse, he wanted to get
his hearing back as soon as you please.
And he didn�t want to loose Potter.

Finally
their talking, that seemed suspiciously like arguing, ended and the elder
Weasley beckoned him forward.

�I�m not
getting on there with you!� Draco
spluttered as it became obvious they were to ride the same broom.

�Stop being
such a twat,� Potter mutters, a sentiment obviously shared by the rest as a
wand pressed against his skull. �Get on
the bloody broom.�

Draco
grumbled, shooting daggers at Potter as he clambered on behind the
Weasley. Potter didn�t pay him any
attention, looking to Hogwarts in the distance.
�We�re almost there, Malfoy.�

�Not soon enough,�
Draco hissed as he clung to Weasley, and they were away.

---

Mad Eye sat
back with a sigh, glaring at the boy before him. Nothing got through. He�d tried everything short of the Killing
Curse and nothing got a reaction. Even
the two other unforgivables didn�t do anything.
He gave up.

The other�s
in the room, who had spent the last day researching sighed when the Ex-Auror
stopped. They had all hoped there was
something in the old tombs that could help them, but so far nothing had turned
up.

�I don�t
like the idea of rely on Mr. Weasley�s old workmate. It looks like we have no other choice.� Moony grumbled, looking at Harry standing in
that shirt.

�Bill said
it won�t be long before she gets the owl,� Hermione offered, standing and
moving the unresisting Harry to the seat next to her. �And that she shouldn�t take much longer
after that to get here.�

�I just
don�t see why we need the Ferret,� Ron�s face was dark with anger. �He�s caused enough problems. We don�t need anymore of em.�

�And for
some reason he�s the only thing Mr. Potter reacts to,� Headmistress McGonagall
said sharply. It was an argument they�d
had often over the last day. �End of
discussion Mr. Weasley. You would do
well to put some of these books away.�

Ron glared
at the Headmistress for a moment, Hermione�s hand on his arm, urging him to
calm down. He flicked his wand
irritably, floating the books onto a trolley that they had used to bring them
down from the library.

�Have we
come at a bad time?� Tonks stood in the doorway,
hands on her hips. Remus and Bill joined
her, looking more then a little worse for wear.
And then, from behind them, came Draco Malfoy, pulling his hood down.

�You Prat!�
Ron hissed, standing, Hermione quickly grabbing him.

�You can
abuse him all you like, Ron,� Bill offered dryly, �he can�t hear you. The doctors say he�ll be lucky to getting his
hearing back.�

�And the
scars?� Charlie spat, �something You
Know Who left him with?�

�Actually,
he did those to himself,� Remus said, �when they left him in a dark room for
days.�

�Then we
know where to throw him,� Ron snorted, �fucked up your beautiful face didn�t
you- Hey! Get away from him!�

But Draco�s
fingers were already reaching out, brushing against Harry�s scar, whispering softly
to the air. The room stopped as Harry
took a sharp breath, his eyes clearing for the first time.

Pandemonium
broke loose.

---

Draco may
not be able to hear, but he could tell Ron Weasley wasn�t saying very nice
things about him. After spending six
years together at the same school, he was quiet easy to read. He�d never make a decent Auror, his face was
too easy to read, all his emotions played across it.

It was very
hard for Draco to keep from smirking, it probably wouldn�t go down very well if
he did. Only Granger kept Weasley from
tearing him apart and Draco didn�t think her patients would last long if he
began taunting the Weasel.

Potter was
sitting beside them, silent. Dead if
Draco was being honest. He was staring
at nothing, wearing that awful open shirt that was meant for a small whale.

�Touch my
scar,� Potter told him suddenly.

They
weren�t paying much attention to him, it was easy to slip around his charges
and make his way to Potter. He should
ask why he had to touch him, but Draco didn�t really care, as long as it put
the spectra back where he belonged. He
stood in front of him, gentle fingers reaching out. Draco caught his ghostly companion�s eyes.

�See you
Potter,� he whispered as his fingers touched the skin, sliding along the rough
tissue of his scar.

Potter held
his eyes as he faded away. When he was
gone Draco turned to the real Potter. He
stirred, taking a deep gasping breath, his dead eyes filling with life. And with hate.

�There you
are,� Draco laughed gleefully before there was a surge of power from the other
boy. He stumbled slightly on his feet,
rocked by the malice behind it, only to tumble to the ground as Potter pounced
him, throwing his slight weight around.
He hit Draco, hard, he could taste blood in his mouth. �It�s good to see you have feelings Potter.�

:You killed
him, Damn you, he�s dead because of you.:

�He was
practically dead when we got to him,� Draco pointed out, chuckling
lightly. �Poisoned by the looks of
it. You wouldn�t have had anything to do
with that, would you?�

Potter�s
hands closed over his throat, the power crackling between them.

:I�ll kill
you.:

His mouth
didn�t move as he spoke and Draco stared up into his eyes, all traces of his
comforting spirit gone. He�d got him home,
into his body that was ruled by emotions.
He didn�t need him anymore. If
killing him would give him the ruthlessness to kill the dark lord, then so be
it. It was probably what he deserved
anyway.

Suddenly
Potter was pulled from his body, Draco taking a breath by reflex as Granger
pulled the fighting teen from off him.
The room was a mess, Draco noted, the power gotten out of hand again,
the curse. He was already starting to
feel tired again. Granger was crying,
saying something that made Potter stop.

:What do
you mean? I am talking to you.:

Draco
watch, uncaring of the wands in his face.
Granger was crying, clinging to him.
Potter kept trying to tell her he was talking, couldn�t she hear him? His lips weren�t moving, the fight gone from
his body.

�To live in
silence.�

Draco
howled with laughter, curling on himself as he laughed so hard, tear�s coursing
down his cheeks. He was hiccupping with
small giggles when Potter grabbed him, shaking Draco hard.

:What�s so
funny, why are you laughing?:

�Because
the only thing I can hear is you, Potter.
And the only person you can talk to is me.�

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