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Voldemort Goes Back To School

Chapter 6

Inconvenient Forgetfulness

Unnngg, someone is going to Die today, and it's Not going to be Me! The Dark Lord consoled himself as he awoke to pure agony and as he found himself squinting in an overly bright room. Who under Grindelwald's command, is responsible for me feeling this way?!

He tried to sit up but upon feeling a burst of pain, he thought better of it. Instead, he tried to open his eyes more to see where he had ended up.

"Mr. Farley! Mr. Farley! Can you hear me?" Someone from next to him shouted in his ear.

Still clearly out of it, Voldemort replied hoarsely, "If you do not stop shrieking in my ear, you old hag, I will Crucio you… and your family… until you all beg me…on your hands and knees… to Avada Kedavra you… which I will take great pleasure in doing."

When silence followed and he heard nothing but retreating footsteps, he was satisfied that his threats had stopped the old hag from speaking. The Dark Lord smirked to himself as he again tried to open his eyes.

"…Are you certain, Mr. Potter… that… Mr. Farley is… really your… friend?" Voldemort heard the voice say more quietly and farther away.

Voldemort groaned in exasperation…what was the point of having jumped out of a window from the fourth floor and suffering this excruciating agony, if he still couldn't get away from Harry Potter?

"…Er, yes…Will he be ok?" he heard Harry reply.

"…Quite," answered the old hag.

The Dark Lord then heard approaching footsteps, undoubtedly Harry's. He wondered whether Draco was with him too somewhere in the room.

"Uh, hi Evan," Harry said as he looked down at Evan in the Hospital-Wing bed.

"Unnn, don't talk so loud," Voldemort groaned in pain, though trying not to show it.

"Mr. Farley! What you did was beyond reckless, you could have died! Jumping out of a window when you've never flown a broom before, according to Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy’s opinion. I completely concur with their opinion based on how we found you and the grave extent of your injuries," that same female voice chastised.

"Just tell me what's wrong with me and then kindly go away," the Dark Lord growled, a headache the size of Hogwarts forming in his head.

"Tch, I won't take that personally, but only because I'm sure you're in a lot of pain right now. Mr. Farley, you have suffered a severe concussion as a result of your fall. You are lucky that you managed to slow your fall with that powerful charm you performed. It likely saved your life. As long as you take the potions I have here, which will help repair the muscles and bones that you damaged in your fall, you will be sensitive to both sound and light for only about a week. Without the potions, it would have been several months," the voice who presumably belonged to a Medi-Witch, informed him.

"Madame Pomfrey, do you need us to help you with anything?" Harry asked as he nodded to Draco. The Slytherin was observing Evan solemnly from where he stood, a bit farther from Harry.

"That would be wonderful, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy. If you would both assist me by helping Mr. Farley to sit up more so I can give him the necessary potions, that would be wonderful."

Madame Pomfrey turned to the bedside table to retrieve the first vial of potion. There were two of them, one for muscles and the other for bones.

Harry wondered if the potion for bones would taste as nasty as Skelegrow, or whether it was in fact Skelegrow, or a variation thereof.

The Gryffindor stepped up to one side of Evan and Draco did the same on the other side. Together, they put their hands on Evan's shoulders and upper arm to help him sit up.

"I am not an invalid, I can do it myself," the Dark Lord barked out at them, but instantly regretted it as his yelling only made his pounding headache worse. He let out what almost sounded like a whimper of pain. To his dismay, he heard Harry chuckle. That infuriated him! His current state was all Harry's fault! Or so the Dark Lord wanted to believe.

"So Harry, you find my… present state… amusing?" Voldemort ground out between clenched teeth as he finally allowed the two boys to help him sit up.

"Er, well, uh, no… but you just sounded so… er, cute just now. I was surprised, I couldn't help it. Er, sorry," Harry replied awkwardly, hoping he hadn't really offended Evan. Though he suppose he should have foreseen that, since Slytherins were very touchy when it came to their weaknesses and shortcomings. He certainly had enough experience with Malfoy in that department.

"Potter, you're such a prick! He's in pain, and you're laughing?" Draco commented scathingly, giving even more weight to Harry’s thoughts.

"Look, I said I was sorry," Harry justified.

"Whatever. Save your excuses," Draco replied, irritated with Harry. But more than anything, Draco was worried for Evan. Whatever was going on with the boy or his sickness must have been so bad as to cause Evan to run away from them and jump out of a window! They would have to have a serious conversation once Madame Pomfrey and Potter were gone… or at least Madame Pomfrey.

"Alright now Mr. Farley, please open up and swallow this," the Medi-Witch instructed.

Voldemort obeyed for once as Madame Pomfrey poured one bitter-tasting potion into his mouth.

"Very good, and now the second one," she again prompted.

The Dark Lord almost wanted to refuse, because the first potion had been absolutely revolting. However, since his headache seemed to begin receding, he again opened his mouth and swallowed the second, even more revolting potion.

"Would you like some water?" Madame Pomfrey asked 'Evan' as he began coughing after swallowing the second potion.

Voldemort nodded, and opened his lips again to quickly drink down the water that was offered to him. The water instantly soothed his throat.

"Now Mr. Farley, I require you to remain here for the rest of the night and the early part of tomorrow. If I feel that your condition has improved enough, I will allow you to attend your afternoon classes," Madame Pomfrey instructed.

Voldemort mentally scoffed at her orders. Oh lady, just try to keep me in this bed. You'll be the one who ends up in it.

"Well, I'll leave you two gentlemen here with Mr. Farley. I'll be in my office, do let me know if you need anything," Madame Pomfrey informed them all before she turned and walked to the opposite side of the room. After entering her office, she closed its door behind her.

Now alone, Draco put up a silencing charm around them. "Evan, what happened? What's wrong with you that you would do something like that?" he asked in a rush, momentarily forgetting that he and Potter had agreed to not try and back Evan into a corner regarding his 'sickness'.

Voldemort inwardly cringed, knowing he would have to think fast. "Uh, yeah, about that… I—I think something is happening to me… uh, something I'll need to, uh, leave Hogwarts for… just temporarily, to ask a close family friend about, uh, something… about my mother," he finished.

As he finished speaking, Voldemort realized that he could now fully open his eyes. The brightness of the light in the room seemed manageable now that he had taken those ghastly potions. Looking down at himself, he realized that at some point he had been changed into a hospital-robe.

"Er, leave the castle?" Harry replied slowly as he shot a glance at Malfoy to see what he thought about that – not because Harry didn't break the rules occasionally, but because he was concerned about Evan's well-being if he left the castle alone. He also wondered what exactly Evan wanted to find out about his mother. However, the Gryffindor remembered to stay silent and not press the boy for details, as he and Malfoy had previously agreed.

"What? No! You're injured. Can't your family friend come here to see you?" Draco suggested firmly, though still not entirely sure he understood the reference Evan was making to his mother. Was there something different about his mother that was unusual?

Suddenly, another thought occurred to Harry. "Wait, why do you have to ask a family friend? Why can't you just directly ask your mother or father? You could Fire-Call them, right?" Harry interjected, hoping that this wouldn't be considered 'pressing Evan for details'.

Thinking quickly, Voldemort recalled the story he was going with for 'Evan Farley'. "Oh, the reason I, uh, can't ask them, is uh, because they're both dead," he replied, trying to sound sad. He hope neither boy pressed him about why he couldn’t just Fire-Call his ‘family friend’, but if they did, he figured he’d have to use the lame excuse that his family friend liked to keep a ‘low profile’…yeah like that wasn’t suspicious. But what would be even more suspicious would be to say that the friend ‘wasn’t hooked up to the Floo Network’. Every reputable witch and wizard was hooked up to the Floo Network! The Floo Network operated for both the purpose of Physically Flooing to another Network Point and for the purpose of Fire-Calling to another Network Point.

"Oh, I'm, er, so sorry. I, er, know what it's like to… not have a family," Harry replied somewhat lamely after his clear blunder. He felt that he should have been able to pick up on the fact that Evan would only need to ask a friend if his mother was dead, or if he wasn't speaking to his mother or something like that. But Evan was so sweet, he doubted anyone would be able to resist Evan's requests for long.

"Nice one, Potter. I think the prize for the Gryffindor's stupidest House-member just got handed over from the Weasel to you," Draco bit out snidely. He then gave Evan a supportive smile and placed a hand on the boy's forearm, hopefully in a comforting gesture. Draco hadn't ever been so 'emotionally sympathetic' with someone before. Was it because he somehow seemed to already like Evan so much, even though he had really only just arrived this year… make that a few days… or was it something else?

Harry glared at Draco before turning back to Evan. "Well, if it's really important, I can make sure you get out of the castle undetected. But you're sort of on your own to get back in," Harry replied, as he thought of his Marauder's map once again. He figured that since Evan was a friend… and possibly something more in light of the things they had done… it would be ok to show him the map. Malfoy of course, had already seen the map when they were searching for Evan.

Harry hadn't yet had a chance to decide whether or not to erase Malfoy's memory. The Gryffindor had obviously been preoccupied with Evan's injury from the 'Broom Incident'. He figured it might be too late to erase the blond's memory at this point anyway, because many other events (including Evan's injury) had occurred since revealing the map. If he tried, Malfoy would notice the gaps in his memory and become suspicious. Ultimately, that would lead to questions and Harry might be discovered as the source of those lost memories.

It was at this point that Harry decided that he didn't want to jeopardize whatever truce he and Malfoy seemed to have formed, and as such, would not tamper with the boy’s memory.

Voldemort did some quick thinking regarding Harry’s last comment. He didn't want to risk Harry or Draco following him off the grounds just in case it attracted unwanted attention, or in case they managed to somehow follow him when he Apparated — there were several ways to do that in the Wizarding World.

Although it would be so convenient to allow Harry to just waltz out of Hogwarts with him and then simply kill him, the Dark Lord refused to let anything taint his enjoyment of killing the great Harry Potter. Obviously, his nearly continuous arousal around Harry was an entirely unacceptable ‘taint’ that Voldemort refused to allow to stand.

No, I’ll wait until I…cure…these…s-sexual….urges…and Only Then will I partake in the bliss of sending The-Boy-Who-Will-Soon-Live-No-More to an excruciatingly painful death, the Dark Lord decided.

Although Voldemort didn’t presently feel any such ‘sexual urges’, he figured it was because he was… not entirely 100% healthy after the ‘Broom Incident’. But, there was no telling when those urges would be back! As such, he had to get away from Harry and Draco right now!

"No! It's fine… I, uh, I'll manage on my own," Voldemort quickly insisted, brushing off Harry's offer, though still attempting to 'be nice' and keep his cover.

Harry and Draco shot each other a glance at Evan's insistence that he handle this alone. Draco then quirked an eyebrow at Harry who just shrugged in response.

"Well, ok if you're sure… but only after Madame Pomfrey says it's alright for you to go," Harry said slowly.

Draco nodded firmly in agreement with Potter's statement, for once—no, twice now… since obeying Harry's request to put up a silencing charm in the library had been the first.

"You really freaked us out when you jumped out the window like that. I hate to sound like a professor, but don't you ever do that again!" Harry ended firmly as he turned sideways to sit down beside Evan before leaning down and embracing him.

Voldemort was shocked by Harry's warm gesture. Nevertheless, he felt the absurd need to burst out laughing. If only Harry knew who he was talking to! Had he known who 'Evan' really was, Harry would want him to jump out the window, preferably without a broom and without a wand, and probably from the top of the Astronomy Tower at that… head first.

Voldemort realized that he should be repulsed at being held in Harry's arms, but at this moment, he wasn't. In fact, the Dark Lord found himself returning Harry's embrace.

When Harry pulled back, Voldemort felt a hand being placed on his opposite shoulder.

"I'm sure everything will be fine. But that absurd display of emotion, really Evan… are you sure you're—er…are you sure you were sorted into the right House?" Draco said, catching himself before he said what he initially was going to say by sheer blunder of insanity: 'Evan… are you sure you're really one of the Dark Lord's followers?' Oh yes, that would have definitely put a Blast-Ended Skrewt in their plans… whatever those plans were at this point.

Voldemort, though slightly alarmed at his own reactions to Harry's blatant show of emotion towards him, still managed a smirk at Draco's comment. "Oh yes, I'm quite sure, Draco. I highly doubt there could have been any mistake whatsoever…" 'twice', the Dark Lord added silently, since the Sorting Hat had sorted him once before to the same House: Slytherin.

Draco eyed Evan carefully, he seemed so confident that he was meant to be in Slytherin. Being a Slytherin wasn't a pre-requisite to being a Death Eater, though the inclination was high, especially since the Dark Lord had been in Slytherin too back in his day…or so he had heard. Dismissing his momentary thoughts, Draco gave Evan's shoulder a brief comforting squeeze before letting go.

"Hey, Potty, do us a favor and get lost. I want to talk to Evan, my Housemate without your Gryffindor stench clogging up the air," Draco mildly spat out at Potter, though he could not suppress a small smile at knowing his comment lacked its usual malice. The blond guessed that it was because of what had occurred in the library earlier, then working together to find Evan, and their mutual worry over Evan's health after the broom accident. If Draco wasn't careful and spent too much time around Potter, he might be… Gryffindorized. He shuddered at that thought.

Not buying Draco's insults, Harry just shrugged. He figured that whatever Draco wanted to discuss with Evan must be personal or had something to do with Evan’s mother or his new sickness or whatnot. Since he recalled Malfoy's admission that Slytherins didn't like revealing their weaknesses, he figured it would be best to leave any such conversations to another Slytherin. "Whatever, Malfoy," Harry stated more neutrally as he turned to leave so that they could talk privately.

Harry had always thought of Draco Malfoy as being the one constant factor in his life that didn't really change. Malfoy was his school nemesis, ever since he had verbally insulted the first school friend Harry had ever made, Ron. Ever since then, he and Malfoy had been at each other's throats. The blond didn't suck up to him or stare at him in awe for his miraculous survival as a baby from Voldemort's death curse. Harry had never worried about Malfoy changing… but now that Evan had come into both of their lives, and they both seemed to care for Evan, in more ways than one…it seemed that very slowly the rivalry he had always had with Malfoy might come to an end.

Sure, Malfoy had just technically insulted him, but Harry knew it lacked the usual Malfoy fangs that accompanied it. He figured that perhaps the Slytherin blond was also aware of their now changing dynamics and was trying to rely on somewhat familiar ground in order to communicate to him. It was just his way of saying: 'I want some private time alone with Evan, could you give us a moment.'

Glancing back over his shoulder, Harry saw Malfoy sit beside Evan on the bed, apparently about to have their private talk. The Gryffindor smiled slightly upon seeing how comfortable Malfoy seemed to be around the other boy. Satisfied that he would look after Evan for a while longer, Harry left the Hospital-Wing.

"Evan, now are you really going to tell me what's going on? Or is what you already told me in front of Potter the truth?" Draco questioned as soon has he had looked to make sure Potter had left the room.

Voldemort was lucky he was a Dark Lord, he could lie through his teeth if he had to. There was no way he was going to tell Draco everything that he suspected was wrong with him. He especially wasn't going to tell him before he had spoken to Nagini, which he still planned to do tonight, despite Pomfrey's 'orders'. "It's the truth, Draco. I really don't feel comfortable going into it, and I don't know a whole lot about it myself... it's complicated, so that's why I need to get answers from that friend I told you both about," Voldemort insisted.

Draco stared at Evan for a moment, trying to discern if the boy was being absolutely honest. Well, he could have his father or someone else teach him Legilimency, or he could try and swipe some of Snape's Veritaserum. But that was too extreme as of yet, and Evan was becoming his… uh, friend… with some awesome benefits. Determining that Evan looked like he was telling the truth, Draco nodded. "Fine, but don't leave until Pomfrey says you're well enough to leave."

To this, Voldemort decided to just play along, and nodded enthusiastically.

Draco didn't buy Evan's nod, "Evan, I mean it! What if you left and passed-out from your concussion, or tried to Apparate and you Splinched yourself? Your concentration might be a bit off from that concussion Pomfrey says you got from your fall."

The Dark Lord was impressed that at least with part of his lie, Draco was able to pick up on it. The boy would make an excellent Death Eater indeed, perhaps even good enough to become part of his inner circle like his father. Time and conduct would tell. "Hmm, well if we're being honest, I'm leaving as soon as you leave here. I can't wait any longer. This is too important."

"Evan…" Draco tried to reason with the other, but on some level figured his protests would be a lost cause.

"Draco, this is not up for discussion. As soon as you leave, I'm going. I can cast a spell on Pomfrey so she doesn't know I'm gone, or doesn't expect me to be here. I can either Obliviate her or Imperius her," Evan replied firmly.

Draco then smirked, "And if I don't leave? Are you saying then you wouldn't be able to leave if I chose to stay?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, "Don't take liberties you know you have no right to… otherwise you could find yourself cursed… severely."

Draco shuddered. It always surprised him, that Evan, who was usually so sweet and sexy, could have this seemingly much darker side to him. Although he knew that he should have expected it, seeing as the boy 'claimed' to be a Death Eater, though an unmarked one. Speaking of which, he still needed to verify that Evan's 'claim' was true.

Exhaling, the blond nodded, "Fine…just, please be careful. I…don't want anything bad to… to happen to you," he blushed at his own words. He was usually never so… sentimental.

Surprised by Draco's tenderness towards him, especially after he had just basically threatened him with an Unforgivable curse, Voldemort merely nodded silently in return.

It was then that in spite of everything that had happened between them so far, Draco was struck with one particular realization. After a moment, he decided to act on it.

"Come back safely," Draco said before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Evan's, kissing him properly for the first time.

Not expecting the kiss, the Dark Lord inhaled sharply, unintentionally opening his mouth to do so.

Welcoming said 'open' opportunity, Draco tentatively pressed his tongue into Evan's mouth, making him groan.

An unexpected wave of arousal hit Draco. What he at first had intended as a mere 'goodbye-for-now kiss' was quickly turning into something more. Switching positions so that instead of sitting on the bed, he was now kneeling on it, the blond now had the leverage he wanted. He then placed his hands on either side of Evan's shoulders from where he had been sitting up in bed and proceeded to push him back gently against the bed.

"Dra—" was the only thing Voldemort was able to get out before Draco's mouth was once again pressed firmly against his. He felt Draco's slick tongue again delve into his open mouth and heard himself moan. Reaching up, the Dark Lord instinctively buried his hands in Draco's silky hair.

Feeling empowered by Evan's response, Draco wrapped his arms around Evan’s neck, pulling him forward just a bit in order to slip his hands down the boy’s upper back, heading towards the ties that held Evan’s hospital-robe closed. Draco wanted to feel the boy's smooth bare skin beneath his hands. Deftly untying the knots, the blond smoothed his hands back up over Evan’s shoulders to his chest, pulling down on the collar of the boy’s hospital-robe as he went.

Breath hitching at the sight of Evan’s exposed shoulder and chest, Draco leaned forward and proceeded to kiss along Evan's jaw until he reached the junction between the boy's neck and shoulder. Draco pressed his tongue against the skin there, licking the area before he placed his mouth firmly against Evan's shoulder and sucked.

"Uhhhnn! Drac—"

"Ah! For Heaven's Sake! Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing to my patient!" The voice of Madame Pomfrey cut through the boys' aroused states.

Draco sprang apart from Evan. Oh Merlin! I forgot she was even here! What in Slytherin's name is wrong with me? Do I want to Out myself? Draco tried to quickly come up with an excuse.

"Uh, uh, we, uh… I was just… saying goodnight!" Draco stuttered out.

Quickly pulling his hospital-robe back into place, Voldemort was shocked by how fast he had gotten swept up in Draco's advances, especially since he was trying to keep his distance from Draco and Harry until he was able to speak with Nagini! But as soon as Draco's lips had touched his, his resolve seemed to just disintegrate! Thank the spirits that the Medi-Witch had interrupted them when she did!

The boys observed Madame Pomfrey raise an eyebrow. "I'm sure you were," was all she replied.

"No! Really, I was just… it was just…" Draco found himself protesting weakly.

Madame Pomfrey cut him off before he could finish… or dig himself in deeper. "Mr. Malfoy, it is not my place to judge… what you do or with whom. My concern is solely for the health of my patients! As such, I must ask you to leave now, so that Mr. Farley can get his rest. The both of you can… resume… your 'activities' later."

Flushing, Draco simply nodded and headed quickly to the door. Turning back though, he called a quick 'Good Night' to Evan, before hastily leaving the Hospital-Wing.

"Now sleep, Mr. Farley. You have had a trying day I'm sure," Pomfrey said, and went back into her office, though making sure to leave her door wide open, just in case a certain blond decided to return to 'disturb' her patient further.

Voldemort smirked slightly, and rolled over on his side facing the Medi-Witch's office, pretending to be preparing for sleep. But, as soon as Pomfrey's back was turned, he reached for his wand. "Somnus," he whispered clearly.

He observed Pomfrey yawn as she sat down in her office chair. She then folded her arms on her desk before her head dropped onto them, deep in slumber as a result of the Sleeping Spell that had just been cast on her.

Grinning at a job well done, the Dark Lord rose from the hospital bed. Looking down and frowning, he cast a spell that transformed his hospital-robe into a formal back robe. He then made his way through the castle and out onto the grounds. After clearing the Anti-Apparition barrier around the castle, he Apparated back to Malfoy Manner, knowing that he would have to ask a few…awkward questions of his dear companion, Nagini.

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