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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: I�m back
from my move with a working internet connection (after many tears and tantrums)
updates will continue to be weekly.

But who can
decide what they dream?

And Dream I
do.

---Evanescence

By the time
Draco had stopped giggling and Harry had calmed down, Professor McGonagall had
righted the tables and chairs in the room.
Moody moved the glass from the broken windows to the side of the room;
they would not repair with his magic.

Somehow
they ended up seated next to each other, Draco still chuckling to himself,
Harry glaring at him.

�That�s
quiet enough Malfoy.� McGonagall said
firmly, sitting in front of them.

:She says
Shut up, Malfoy.:

�Yes
Headmistress,� Draco managed to curb his laughter, unable to completely diffuse
the smile though.

:Malfoy
giggles, will wonders never cease?:

�It�s a
boring world if you can�t find any wonder in it.�

:Who fed
you that crap?:

�You did,
yesterday, remember?�

Harry did
remember. The last few weeks, wandering
around without his body. He had felt it
when Draco had been captured, when his soul had cried out to be saved. And rather then the two of them wandering
around, cursed as they were, his soul had reached out too Draco�s. Harry had connected their curse so they
didn�t have to be alone in it. He had
learnt a lot about Malfoy, even though it took sometime to piece his broken
mind back together. There still seemed
to be some pieces missing.

Except
Harry�s soul was unbiased by his emotions.
Harry regretted the action as soon as Draco returned him to his
body. He�d much rather be mute without
Malfoy there to talk for him.

�What
happened to you?� Hermione asked, before Harry had time to start an
argument. �Where have you been?�

:I don�t
know what happened.:

�We�ve been
cursed Granger, isn�t that obvious?
Potter says he doesn�t know.
Maybe we both tripped some cosmic irony clause.�

�Mr.
Malfoy,� McGonagall�s voice was harsh.
�We do not need your spin on the details.�

:She says
shut up before she shoves her wand up your arse, and to just repeat what I
say.: Harry smirked.

�I bet she
didn�t,� Malfoy hissed. �Neither of us
know what happened Headmistress. We�re just cursed.�

:Tell her
about the Wild Magic.:

�The last
doctor who saw me had written that he thought �Wild Magic� had merged with
mine. I don�t know much about it, except
for it�s got the Death Eaters in a mess.�

�The Dark
Lord�s going to use Wild Magic?� Moody
leant forward.

:You never
told me that!: Potter glared at him.

�I�m
telling you now. You couldn�t have done
a lot with the information anyway. It�s
not like you know anything about it.�
Draco grouched. For a moment he
looked to the adults. His life had been
forfeit when he had been captured. He
had no doubt the Dark Lord wanted his head on a silver platter should he be
found. Another Malfoy mistake, a life
would be the only thing to appease him.
�Do you know where my mother is?�

�No one has
seen Narcissa Malfoy in over a week,� McGonagall offered.

:No ones
seen her. Why? Going to go home and cry
to mummy, Malfoy?:

�Don�t talk
about my mother like that.� He turned
his head, looking directly at Potter since they�d first sat down. His green eyes were still angry, but he could
already see the edges of the exhaustion settling in.

:It�s not
like you�ve had anything nice to say about my mother.: He hissed.

�Just
don�t,� Draco asked, �you know she�s all I have left.�

For a
moment Harry looked like he�d fight it, that his anger from the last six years
simmered just beneath the surface. He
didn�t though, nodding slowly.

�Can we go
to bed?� Draco asked, the excitement of the day catching them both
quickly. �The curse takes it out of us.�

:A bed
would be nice,: Harry nodded, looking warn, :I don�t know what you lot have
been doing to my body, but it feels like bears have been dancing over it.:

Draco
snorted, too tired to laugh outright, as the adults took them in hand, leading
them to beds as they stumbled along next too each other. They didn�t notice where they were, just two
beds that they fell into, happy to slip away for a bit.

---

Harry
Potter had often been gifted with dreams.
For a while his dreams, or nightmares, could be considered
prophetic. It was only a recent realization
that these dreams were what was going through the Dark Lord�s life. He should have paid more attention many a
time, but he hadn�t. People had paid
with their lives.

This was
the same sort of dream.

He stood,
cold biting into his flesh. There was a
torch fixed to the wall of the long cave.
He couldn�t see too far into it, the darkness beyond the sphere of light
was too much to see through. He could
hear mad laughter echoing through the cave.

�The father
awakens.�

A tall
woman stood before him, her hair was black and curled, her skin pale. Her face was sculptured, perfect. Too perfect to be real. She wore blue robes.

Except,
when he blinked, she was different. Yet
the same. She was a little shorter, her
willowy curves more pronounced. Her hair
was auburn, just as long, in tight ringlets instead of waves. Her robes white, a little more revealing.

Her eyes
were the same, deepest pools of ebony.
The same woman, in two bodies.

�I am
Hera,� her voice was firm, though low.
It sent shivers up Harry�s spine.
�And Juno.� This voice was
huskier, but still as confident as the last.
Two bodies sharing the same space in time. The same woman yet two distinct
personalities. When she moved closer,
Hera�s steps were slower then Juno�s and for a moment they blurred before
settling again. Harry�s head spun from looking at her for too long and he hoped
she didn�t decide to move too often.

�More of us
stir as the one once buried is called forth,� the voice blended together
easily, setting Harry�s mind a little at ease.
�The serpent one has bound my husband to his sleep. Will you help the world, cursed ones?�

�Yes.�

Harry is a
little surprised when another voice answers with his own. He turns slightly to find Malfoy standing
beside him in the same heavy coat he had fallen asleep in. Malfoy cocked an amused eyebrow, grinning
wolfishly.

�You
connected our curse, remember?�

�Help us in
this, and you will both find a way to break the curse,� Hera offered, looking
to them both. �You must go now, the
father comes. Find my husband, help
waken the others.�

�How?�
Harry asked as the place began to fade away.

�You will
find a way. Trust in each other, and
those around you. Harness your new
power.�

And with
that, she was gone.

---

Harry woke
with a start, staring into wide grey eyes.
For some reason the two of them had been put in the same room together,
in beds beside one another. In his tired
state he could quiet figure out why, but he didn�t care much.

:I could
never trust you Malfoy.: Harry managed
to focus enough. It irritated him that
Malfoy seemed to find enough energy to roll his eyes.

�Just what
I needed too hear,� Draco grumbled, pulling himself from the bed, shedding his
heavy cape. �A goddess talks to us and
all you can think of is a stupid rivalry.�

:You
haven�t given me much too go on these last six years.: Harry sat up, head
swimming. How could Malfoy be moving?

�Being
ordered to kill someone as powerful as Dumbledore or your family will be
slaughtered puts a whole new spin on things.
Are you getting up? I can smell
breakfast.�

:How can
you be hungry?: Harry managed to stand, his stomach rolling. :I�m going to be sick.:

�Being
given nothing but old porridge for days will do that to a person,� Draco
offered what was obviously becoming his trademark grin of madness. �And you�ll get use to moving around soon
enough, Sissy, come on!�

Harry
bristled at being called a sissy, but held his tongue as he followed the other
boy. As his stomach began to settle,
Harry too found himself hungry. He
couldn�t help but notice that Malfoy in his dark, torn robes looked too thin to
be alive. He wondered how long it had
been since he�d eaten a decent meal.

It took a
little to get their bearings; it seemed someone had transfigured two beds in a
classroom. It was also the middle of the
night and Draco ran into a statue outside their door, much to Harry�s
amusement.

Scowling at
his Ears, Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on the pool of magic in his
belly, dragging out a small thread, coaxing it too brighten. When he opened his eyes a small globe of gold
light hung before them. Grinning at
Potter he whispered to the globe, telling it to lead them to the kitchens.

:Show
off!: Harry groused as the ball moved
slowly in front of them, moving apparently towards the kitchens.

�You just
need practice,� Malfoy told him in that infuriating way, �its bloody tiring
though.�

They
followed the ball, it did do as asked, leading them to the kitchens. As they entered, the few working House Elves
stared at the two of them in surprise.

�I don�t
suppose you lot have any leftovers to eat?�
Draco added a hasty �please� as Potter jabbed him hard. They all scattered and Draco huffed, �well,
that�s wonderful service for you!�

:You were
rude to them, no wonder they pissed off without feeding us.:

�M..Mister
Potter?�

They both
turned as the mismatched Dobby stood in the doorway. His liquid eyes filled (making Draco roll his
eyes) at the site of his friend and savior.
Harry barely had time to brace himself before the House Elf tackled him.

�Oh Mister
Potter, Kretcher was saying you was dead inside. Dobby didn�t know what to do. You didn�t even reconise Dobby.� The small creature buried his face in Harry�s
shirt, wailing.

:Tell him
I�m fine!: Harry tried to detach the Elf, panic rising as he clung to the white
shirt.

�Oh no,
this is much too fun, watching you squirm.�
When wild green eyes turned to him, the feel of their new magic sparking
in the air, Draco was up, pulling the House Elf bodily from Potter. �He�s fine you stupid git- OW!�

In an
effort to get him away, the horrid little creature had attacked him with his
small magic, stinging his hands where they touched him.

�You are no
longer Dobby�s Master! You can�t order
Dobby around!�

Harry
couldn�t stop his grin as he relayed Dobby�s message to Malfoy.

�If you
want me to tell you what Potter is saying then you won�t do that again,� Draco
smiled sweetly. �A curse has made him
mute, and me deaf. The only way he can
talk is through me.�

Dobby�s
ears drooped, his expressive eyes filling.
Dear gods, the creature was going to cry!

�It�s not
true, Mister Potter!� Dobby sobbed,
turning to the other boy. �Tell Dobby
it�s not true.�

Potter
looked a little sad, but could only nod, making the little creature sob
harder. Draco caught his shoulder before
he had a chance to cling to Potter again.
The dark haired teen caught his eye.

:Be Nice,
he means well.:

Sighing to
himself Draco bit back the sarcastic remarks that wanted to stream from his
mouth. He couldn�t �be nice�; what the
hell did Potter expect from him? At best
he could manage diplomatic, Merlin knew he�d been drilled enough in it.

�Look,�
Draco managed to not sound too angry, a feat which deserved a medal, he
believed. �Everyone�s doing everything
they can to break this curse. You have
to trust in the Professors, they know what they�re doing. But right now, Potter and I haven�t eaten
properly for days and we�re kind of hungry.
I don�t suppose-�

Dobby
cracked out of being and Draco growled, shooting a look to Potter. �I wasn�t rude! Why�d he disappear?�

:I don�t
know, I don�t think you said anything that would have offended him. You were rather polite for a change.:

They didn�t
have a chance to say anything else as Dobby returned with two other elves, each
bearing a tray of food and drink.
Draco�s eyes lit up and Harry had to smother his amusement. Instead, he dragged two chairs to the counter
as the house elves put their breakfast on it.

Draco was
already digging in, the smells too much.
He gave Potter a look. �Too high
and mighty too eat with me? Sit down and
have something, your making me nervous.�

The house
elves kept to themselves how little the two young men ate, and the fact that
they fell asleep beside each other rather quickly after their meal was
finished.

---

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