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Bearing the Light	By : Vergnugen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bearing the Light
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The Break Day was nearing its end,
all the students being herded back to their cells. 870 had turned off on the
cell block that she housed in, leaving him trailing behind a group of children
that he had no desire to mingle with.

�Look how eager they are to escape.
Ha! Aren�t we all?� There was a deep satisfaction laced through the oddly
spoken words. 816 froze at the sound.

The voice came from a door down the
hallway to the right. 816 looked at the other children in front of him. None of
them showed any signs that they even heard the voice. Hesitating he watched
until the others were turning the corner. When the last student passed from
sight without noticing his absence he eased down the hall toward the soft
crooning voice. The words whispered through the hair of his ears in a caressing
hiss that made him shiver. He inched closer to the door the noise came from,
uncharacteristically curious.

The sounds beyond the door suddenly
stopped and he froze, holding his breath.

�You there, boy, I know you�re
there. Come into my room and shut the door behind you.�

816 jumped at the command. The
man�s voice had been raised, and had sounded slightly different, although he
couldn�t say how. His first impulse was to flee, escape from being caught, but
a stronger, more insistent urge was demanding that he obey.

Before he even had the opportunity
to think about what he was doing he found himself slipping through the door
into a dark room. It took a few seconds for his eyesight to adjust and then he
was finally able to see the owner of the voice.

A man sprawled on the floor, one
leg splayed out, the other drawn up with his hand resting on his knee. The man
was dressed in dark clothes that stood out against the white walls. The shadows
of the room wrapped around him, even as they couldn�t touch the ethereal
under-glow of his skin. His hair was short except for the long bangs that spilled
forward to obscure his features. 816 wasn�t able to
tell if the man�s hair truly was silver or if it just appeared that way in the
dark. He didn�t look up when 816 shut the door as instructed.

�Get over here.� The words were a
command. Every instinct 816 had told him that this man was dangerous, urged him
to flee, but for some reason he found himself obeying. 816�s could feel himself sinking into the ground, even as his body floated
toward the man with the calm voice that washed over him in that hissing
whispering wave.

�Come my lovely; see what your
hatchlings are up to.�

The man was not talking to 816. A
snake that the boy hadn�t noticed before reared up over the pale man�s shirt
and slithered down his chest. Green with a silver belly scales, the snake stared
down with black lidless eyes. That was when Harry noticed the pile of eggs
cradled in the space between the man�s legs. A number of the eggs were cracked,
tiny diamond shaped heads poking out of the holes, struggling to be free of
their shells. All fear forgotten 816 moved closer to watch until every last one
of the babies were hatched.� They were
beautiful�

��-snakes!� Ron
grouched.

Harry blinked. His gaze followed
Ron�s to the Slytherin table. The Malfoy
boy was sitting with his cronies and seemed to be intent on nothing more than
enjoying the feast. Harry couldn�t understand why Ron was so determined not to
like the Slytherins, Malfoy
in particular. Of course that seemed to be mutual as he very clearly didn�t
like Ron either. In fact he�d been growing increasingly nasty, not only to Ron
but to all of the Gryffindors. Even Harry had come under direct fire a couple
of times.

Hermione had explained the
hierarchy of the Wizarding World to Harry, so he
wasn�t overly shocked or upset by the fact that the boy he would have liked to
have been friends with wasn�t allowed to associate with him. That was just the
way some things were. A Class didn�t hang out with B-Class students unless you
decided to Keep one for yourself. And pure blooded Slytherins didn�t hang out with half blooded
Gryffindors.� Perhaps there was an
�unless� to the Slytherin/Gryffindor equation that
hasn�t been discovered yet, but Harry couldn�t figure out what exception to the
rule there could possibly be.

There had been something important
niggling at the back of his mind though, before Ron had jerked him from his
thoughts. He had been thinking about Elder. He had started thinking about Elder
because Hermione was his Keeper. He�d over heard the toad boy, Neville saying
that she had been in the bathroom crying over what Ron had said.

Harry didn�t believe it for a
minute. She was B-Class and she wouldn�t cry over a pathetic offhand comment,
so she must have a reason for staying in the bathroom, for missing the
Halloween feast. Perhaps something to do with the Training she had received
from their master? There was something important that he was supposed to
remember, something to do with Naimh and Elder. It
was important� except it must not be important if he couldn�t remember it.

He began to shake his head but
whipped his neck around when the doors to the Great Hall slammed open. In
rushed Professor Quirrell, robes askew hand holding his turban firmly in place.
He looked terrified.

�Troll- In the dungeons-thought you
ought to know.�

The brave Defense teacher then sank
to the floor in what appeared to be a dead faint. Except, it wasn�t a dead
faint. Harry stared hard at the body on the floor. The man�s face was twitching,
not lack as the muscles would be if you simply lost consciousness, and his
breath was too erratic. His body was too tense, as though he was trying too
hard to hold himself still.�

Then all the students were swarming
up and running around in absolute panic. Harry gazed around in bemusement,
wondering how the wizarding world had survived at large when this was their
response to a threat. Truthfully, one troll against hundreds
of witches and wizards? It wouldn�t be a battle that would last long.

Ron was tugging on his robes,
urging him up and away with the crowd. He had the choice of standing and
stumbling after or staying, only to be tumbled from his seat. Purple fireworks
cut through the ensuing mayhem. Dumbledore stood to command that the prefects
all lead the students back to their dormitories. He trailed with his class
mates along the stairs behind the pompous lead of Percy.

�How could a troll get in?� Harry asked.
He didn�t know much about them, only what they had covered in their heinously
boring History of Magic class. During the Goblin War of 1723, a clan of goblins
had set loose a pack of trolls that they had raised from cubs on a neighboring
clan of goblins. The Ministry had actually had to step in and end that
particular war because the damage and rampaging trolls were becoming too
difficult to hide from the muggles. Not only were trolls large and dangerous,
they were supposed to be really stupid.

�Don�t ask me, they�re supposed to
be really stupid,� Ron answered.

�And if that were the case then
they wouldn�t be able to get into the castle without any outside help.�
Hermione would probably know�

�I�ve just thought- Hermione.� She
had been hiding in the bathroom for most of the day, pretending to be upset about
Ron�s childish taunts about having no friends, she would have no way of knowing
that there was a troll loose on the premises. Harry dug in his heals, latching
onto Ron�s robes at the same instance. This time it was Ron who had to accept
Harry�s lead or risk falling down.

�What about her?�

�She doesn�t know about the troll!�

Ron�s conscious was obviously
pricking at him because he acceded with only a mutter about not getting caught
sneaking away by his brother. The two of them ducked, joining some Hufflepuffs going the other way and continued down a
deserted corridor toward the girl�s bathroom.

Footsteps.

�Percy!� Ron hissed.

It wasn�t Percy. Harry pulled Ron
behind a stone gargoyle. Snape walked past.

Snape. Harry narrowed his eyes. The
man had been horrible to him since that first day in class. He�d asked
questions that Harry had ached to answer. Only a sharp shake of the head from
Hermione had reminded him in time that he was going with stupid. Since then he
had grown a healthy dislike for the man who purposely went out of his way to
target Harry for no logical reason that he was able to discern. He was also a
very powerful Reader, what Elder would have called Legilimens, and that made
him dangerous.

�But what�s he doing up here
instead of in the dungeons with the other teachers?� Harry wondered aloud.

Ron said something, but Harry
wasn�t paying any attention. He was already sneaking out from hiding and
trailing after the swirling black robes of the Potion Instructor.

�He�s headed for the third floor.� The same floor that had been forbidden by Dumbledore at the Sorting
Feast at the beginning of the school year. Harry narrowed his eyes.

�Can you smell something?� Ron
interrupted before Harry could continue following him.� Harry paused, lifted his nose to test the
air. What a horrible smell it was. It was like something from one of Elder�s
less successful potions. He grimaced at the assault on his nose. The troll
trundled around the corner, odd grunts and snuffling noises issuing forth, club
dragging heavily against the ground.

They watched it walk through an
open doorway.

�There�s a key in the lock,� Ron
suggested.

�It�s the girl�s bathroom,� Harry
murmured back. What should he do? Hermione was probably capable of taking our a
troll by herself� but how much of a Mission
was she considering their decision to protect their Training? How deeply
embedded was the command to hide what she is? Deep enough to
die for?

A scream echoed off the tile in the
bathroom, deciding for him. He was running toward the door. A second was all it
took for him to see the troll towering over his girl. Hermione was shrinking
against the wall in fear. He wondered for a second how long it had been since
she had been at full strength that she could possibly be acting so scared of the
troll, but that wasn�t important right now, saving her was.

�Distract it!� he called to the red
head boy after grabbing a tap as hard as he could and throwing it at the
creature.

The monster paused, ears twitching.
Ron started yelling insults and threw a pipe at the troll�s back. Harry�s eyes
traced the arc of the metal, inspiration striking him much harder than the pipe
struck the troll.

�Ron, levitate the pipe!� he
screamed.

�What?� Ron asked, confused.

�Just do it!� Harry snapped out the
command. He didn�t wait to see that the other boy was obeying. The shouting was
driving the troll crazy, and he was on the verge of attacking them all in a
frenzy. He turned toward Ron who still hadn�t cast the blasted spell. Hermione,
catching Harry�s edge of frustration, called out to Ron.

�Swish and flick!�

�Wingardium
Leviosa!� the red headed boy shouted as the troll
came nearer. The pipe floated into the air, above the troll�s head. Harry dove
between its legs coming through on the other side. The creature stumbled back
to stare down at the young wizard on the ground between his feet. Harry twisted
over onto his back, fumbling his wand out of his pocket at the same time.

�Accio
pipe!� he shouted, focusing every ounce of energy he had through the end of his
wand.

The pipe zoomed toward him. Such
was the force of Harry�s spell that the pipe burst through the troll�s skull
and ripped through the back of its neck, spraying Harry with a splash of warm
crimson. It wasn�t a sensation he had ever thought he�d feel again. Harry had
to fling himself to the side, barely missing being impaled by the pipe that
lodged into ground right where his own head had been seconds before.

He scrambled to his knees and
skittered out of the way just in time to avoid being crushed by the dead weight
of one full grown troll.

Silence reigned. The three children
stared at the lifeless monster in astonishment. �There were footsteps rushing toward the
bathroom, the swish of robes. The softly approaching noise was enough to make
Hermione and Harry�s gaze clash together in alarm.

Hermione gestured with her head
toward their third. Ron was still staring at the freshly dead corpse so he
didn�t see Harry move up behind him. Harry lashed out with one hand, sharply
chopping the red head on the back of the neck. The red head collapsed into his
arms, and muttered a quiet, �Sorry, Ron. You don�t need to be awake for this.�

�What is going on here?!� a
horrified voice cut through the deafening silence.

Standing there in the doorway were
their teachers, Professors McGonagal, Snape and Quirrell, taking in the scene
before them.

Harry glanced at them coolly before
angling his wand at the body of the troll and casting a banishing charm. Part
of the troll faded away. He frowned. He should be able to get rid of the entire
mess with one spell. Harry grimaced, realizing that he was going to have to
work on the charm.

�Professors, nothing is happening
here,� Hermione began speaking in a sing-song voice that echoed with power. He
smiled at the sound. A handy trick that Elder had been able to teach the girl,
it was like listening to her voice in surround sound; with a couple of speakers
piping the sound through a few seconds too late. Her power flowed through her
voice, through the room. It felt like static electricity pushing every single
hair to stand on end.

He cast his banishing charm again
and then again, until the entire carcass was of the creature was gone. There
was still the blood to get rid of when he was finished. What was that spell
that Instructor Snape used to get rid of spilled potion?

�Evanesco!� He gave a satisfied smile when the blood
disappeared as well.

�- but the troll escaped.� Harry
didn�t even have to look at her to know that her eyes had lightened, shifting
from the warm brown, to glinting amber, to glowing gold as she spoke, trapping
them with her Inner Light. Niamh indeed. She truly had the ability to use the Light in ways
that even the most devout of the Chosen could
never achieve. Their teachers would not remember seeing the dead troll. They
would remember nothing, except what Hermione allowed them to remember. �

�Hades,� Hermione�s voice was
strained.

That captured his attention.
Hermione�s glowing eyes were locked onto Snape�s black
ones; he seemed to be struggling to resist her suggestion. Un-fucking-believable.
He stared in awe at the man he hated. No one save Elder himself had ever broken
free of Naimh�s Inner Light. There was a brief second
that the dark robed man stared at the girl before him with extreme disbelief
etched across his features before his mind finally wavered under the force of
her stare, eyes glazing, glowing with a brief flash of gold before settling to
an unfocused black.

�We should hurry and leave before
he breaks free.�

�Let�s go.�

�Here, I�ll carry him,� his girl offered.
�I�m stronger than you are.�

�Fair enough,� Harry shrugged,
passing the weight of the unconscious boy off into Hermione�s arms without a
qualm.

�Niamh,
can I ask you something?� he began as they hurried away from the dazed
teachers.

�I know what you�re about to ask
and the answer is �No.� I haven�t, not for several years. Elder instructed me
not to unless it was important.�

�You�ve been living with half of
your power suppressed for the past five years. Did he tell you why?�

Again there was a nagging feeling
that there was something important that he was supposed to remember, except the
thought kept slipping away whenever he came too near.

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A/N: My computer is completely dead. I am uploading this from a friend�s house, so updates will be few and far between until I can get my computer fixed or replaced. It will be a long time before I am able to upload chapters on a regular basis, so I am planning on using the time in between for fixing my mistakes.
If anyone is interested in beta-ing, or know someone who is please feel free to contact me at sinfulslytherin@yahoo.com
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