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Darkness Or Light. What Is your Choice?	By : Kalariona Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey all. I�m writing this while shying away from a manically deranged cousin who has disregarded her shotgun and now got herself a chainsaw. She is now standing over me, cackling insanely!
Anyway, here is the next chapter. Potion making in here and Blaise getting.. um.. friendly! Well anyway, thanks again for the reviews. I�m so glad you are enjoying this story. Keep reviewing
Harry/Draco story. A few others mixed in for good measure. Yes it is slash!

I do not own Harry Potter. I�m just writing this for fun. Its what I do! No, really, apart from when I'm avoiding that chainsaw!

DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE

Empathos And Memory Remake!

�Severus. Minerva. So glad you could come.�
Dumbledore sat at his desk in his office, his hands clasped together on top of the table. Opposite him, behind two large mugs of steaming tea, sat Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house and Severus Snape, head of Slytherin house. �I assume you don�t know why I have called you both here.�
Minerva stared at him. �I have a vague idea.�
�Well I don�t.� Severus glared. �What is going on Albus?�
Dumbledore smiled, then sat back in his high backed chair. Fawkes the Phoenix sat on the back of the chair and preened himself. �I believe you both know about Harry Potters recent ailment.� Both head�s of Houses nodded. �Well, as you should also know is that he�s awake and healthy again. Even managed to make friend with Blaise Zabini of all people. Anyway, at the beginning of the year, Harry came to me and told me that he had been having dreams. re-occurring dreams about Voldemort.� (Flinches from both teachers.) �Only, he had an accomplice. He wasn�t recognised by Harry, but he was very dominating. He made commands without consulting the Dark Lord.�
�You believe that this person could be real?� Severus stared at Dumbledore with worry. �That there may be someone else to worry about?�
Dumbledore nodded. �That�s why I want you to keep your eyes open Severus. He may not have shown his face yet. Also, I want you both to keep your eyes on Harry. He is in a fragile state of mind, even though he himself won�t admit to it. Don�t overdo punishment�s or harsh words!� At this, he looked sharply at Severus. �Just try and keep his mind focused on work and his friends. He needs to be strong.� Minerva nodded. Severus scowled but also nodded. �Now!� Dumbledore rubbed his hands together. �Do you want biscuits with your tea?�
~~
The next few weeks at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry went by without many mishaps. Lessons continued as normal and Harry was up and awake again.

Admittedly, he had been a little distracted and wary at first, but that soon faded and he was back to himself again. He hardly smiled at all now and Hermione was more than a little worried. She had held off telling Harry how she felt about him due to his continuously distracted state and her being too scared of what he would say. Harry had become good friends with Blaise Zabini recently and as such, now spoke quite frequently to Pansy Parkinson who was nearly always with Zabini. Hermione wasn�t blind! She had seen how Parkinson looked at Harry! Like he was a piece of meat ready to be snatched by a starving wolf! She didn�t like it.
The final stages of the potions coursework was coming up. Tonight was the making of the selected potion of the pair. Each group had a selected time in which to arrive at Professor Snape's classroom and complete their potion. Parkinson and herself were a few of the first. Ron and Malfoy, Harry and Zabini were a few from the end. Hermione was grateful for this fact. She had decided to talk to Harry tonight about her feelings. She wanted to get this resolved.
~~
�Hey Harry.� Harry turned around from his chat with Blaise to see Hermione hurrying down the corridor towards him. He gave a small smile with genuine warmth when she reached him and paused.
�What�s wrong �Mione?� She was looking pale and solemn. Her hands were twisting in her robes and she was chewing on her lower lip. She had been slightly nervy of late, Harry thought, stealing a glance towards Blaise to see that he had moved a discreet way down the corridor and was looking out of the window over the dark grounds. He pulled his gaze back to Hermione, who had stepped closer to him.
�Can I ask you something?� She said. Harry sighed.
�I can�t tell you what happened Hermione. I told you that I don�t know. I wish you would accept that and stop harassing me about it.� It was true. He didn�t remember why he woke up in the Infirmary. All he did remember was falling asleep at his desk in the library, then waking up in the bed in the infirmary, a warm feeling surrounding him. Also, he had been dreaming again. Dark dreams.
Hermione shook her head violently, making her long curls whip around her face. �It�s not about that, but it is important.�
�Well go ahead. Ask away!�
�Not here.� Hermione grasped his hand with both of hers, stroking it between her palms gently. �Will you meet me later, after you finish your potion?�
�Of course. Where?�
�Transfiguration classroom. I�ll be waiting.� With that, she stepped even closer and after a moments hesitation, kissed Harry on the cheek. She then let go of Harry�s hand, smiled at him then ran back down the corridor. Harry stood, gaping after her for a few moments until he heard Blaise whispering in his ear.
�I think she likes you!�
�Yeah right.� Harry turned around and continued to walk down the corridor towards the potions room. �She�s just a friend Blaise. Always has been.� Blaise was silent the rest of the way to the potion�s room, but Harry did notice that he was walking slightly close to him. In fact, any closer and they would be brushing elbows. Uncomfortably, Harry sped up his pace and turned into the Potions classroom, pushing the large heavy door open.
Snape was waiting for them, standing in front of their desk which was full of the ingredients they had requested and the part of the potion which had been completed during class times. Two other desks were set up in other parts of the room for the other students. Ron and Malfoy being two of them.
�Here are your things.� Snape watched them both as they sat down at their desk. �You have two hours, then the next pair will be here to begin their work. You do not need to be finished by that time, considering you have picked quite a complex potion to brew.� Snape walked toward the door. �Keep quiet. I�ll be back shortly, so begin whenever you are ready.� With that, he left the dungeon room, closing the door with a clang. Harry stared at the door for a moment. Snape had been quite civil to him recently. Not exactly nice but not exactly nasty either. Blaise turned to Harry, smiling

�Well, lets get started.�
The cauldron was filled with water and boiled, while Harry and Blaise started cutting up the varied ingredients. Blaise was a constant chatter, helping the time to pass.
�Harry.�
�Yeah?�
�Who is going to test this?�
�Not sure. Should I?�
�Nah. It�s okay. I�ll do it.�
�You sure?�
�Yes, I am.�
Silence reigned for a few minutes, then Blaise started again.
�Harry.�
�Yeah?�
�Would you consider me a friend?�
�I think so, yes. Why?�
�Oh. I was just wondering if I told you something, would you hate me.�
�Oh. Okay.� Harry was confused. Blaise had a nasty habit of talking in riddles, even if he didn�t mean to. �Well, it depends on what it was. Does it in any way relate to me and if so, in a bad way?�
�No. I wouldn�t call it bad.�
�So it is about me?�
�Kinda.�
�Spit it out already.� Harry slapped down his lab knife which had been cutting up moonlight blue moss and glared at Blaise. �I won�t hate you. I promise, but stop running around in circles and get to the point.�
Silence again, and then..
�I�m gay!�
�I kinda figured.� Harry turned away from Blaise�s surprised look and chuckled, picking up his knife again and continuing to slice the moss. �Those cracks about my arse didn�t go unnoticed Blaise. I heard every word. Also, I�ve seen you eye up and try to covertly chat up guys around the castle. It was quite easy to figure you out.� Blaise nodded sagely. �The one person I can�t figure out, is Malfoy. He�s a total mystery.�
�Not really. He just likes to keep his emotions under wraps, that�s all.� Blaise continued to stare at Harry. �Are you sure that you don�t mind that I�m....�
�No.� Harry interrupted. �I don�t mind.�
�Even if you find out that the person I like is you?� At this, Harry dropped his knife and looked back up into Blaise�s eyes and saw naked fear. Harry shook his head.
�I don�t mind Blaise, really, but you don�t like me in that way and I don�t like you that way either.�
�You don�t swing that way?� Blaise stated, disappointed.
Harry shook his head. �No I don�t Blaise. I�m sorry.�
�Are you sure?�
�I�m sure.� Harry picked up the Moss and sprinkled it into the boiling cauldron.
�Come on Blaise. Let�s get this done.� They both poured in their different ingredients, then Harry stirred it around ten times as instructed. �Right. We need to leave it for about ten minutes before adding the Moke tails.�
�Right.� Blaise swept the mess on the desk up and put it into a bag to throw away. Harry sat down and began writing up his Method.
�Harry.� Blaise sat down next to him on the bench, staring at him. Harry looked up from writing to look back at him.
�Yes Blaise.� Without warning, Blaise pounced on him, knocking him off of the bench onto the floor. Blaise landed on him, sitting on his stomach and holding his wrists on the floor. �What are you doing?� Harry asked breathily. Blaise had knocked the wind out of him.
�I�m testing a theory.� Blaise leaned down until he was staring directly into Harry�s eyes. �How do you know you don�t like to kiss guys if you�ve never tried?�
�Get off me.� Harry squirmed around, trying to manoeuvre himself out of Blaise�s grip but the other boy just held him tighter with his knees clenched tightly against his hips. �Blaise.� He was scared. He had never been in this kind of predicament before, with a girl or a guy.
�Trust me, you�ll enjoy it.� Blaise edged his face closer to Harry�s and he turned his face away, screwing his eyes shut. Harry felt his breath on his cheek and his hair brushing his forehead and he tensed.
The creak of the door made Blaise jump up, cursing. Harry scrambled up also, breathing heavily and glaring sharply at Blaise and blushing. Professor Snape walked into the classroom with a tray of equipment, followed by Ron and Malfoy.
�I trust the two of you have been behaving yourselves.� Snape said pointedly , staring mainly at Harry. �Have you nearly finished?�
�Yes. Just the Moke tails to go.� Blaise said brightly, but Harry noticed that his hands were shaking.
�Who�s the tester of the potion?�
�Blaise.� Harry said coldly. He felt Ron�s gaze on him and turned to the desk where their equipment had been set up. Ron was giving him a questioning look. Malfoy was staring at his table, biting his lip. Harry mouthed �later� to Ron, then turned back to the cauldron on his desk. Snape nodded at them and then walked to Ron�s desk.
�I�m sorry.� Came Blaise�s voice next to him. �I just needed to...�
�Forget it.� Harry counted out the Moke tails, deciding five would do it, then picked up a piece of Erumpent skin and shredded it into five pieces. He dropped one piece into the cauldron, counting to twenty while he stirred it and did the same for the next four pieces. He then put the five Moke tails into the liquid and watched as they dissolved. The potion was a deep blue and it sparkled slightly.
�We did it.� Blaise was shocked. �We actually did it without it blowing up in our faces. He grinned at Harry, who smiled warily back. �Lets test it.� Harry nodded and picked up a ladle. He scooped some liquid into the measuring glass until he had 200ml. He placed the same amount into another glass and placed a lid over it. Blaise picked up the open glass of the potion and sniffed it.
�Well, it doesn�t smell vulgar. Smells of violets actually. Blaise downed the glass and closed his eyes.
A whispering could be heard through the classroom. It started off small but got louder and louder to the point where Harry had to cover his ears in pain. He stared at Ron and Malfoy�s table and noticed that they weren�t paying any attention to him or Blaise. Just as the whispering got louder still, it cut off, leaving Harry�s ears ringing. Blaise was just standing there, staring into space.
�Right.� Harry felt confused. What was with the voices? He shook himself and picked up the potions book. Studying the Remake part of the Potion, he started the process of giving new memory�s to Blaise. More specifically, new memory of the last five minutes.
�We were sitting down on the bench and we discussed the method together, deciding to remake about five minutes of memory, then Snape, Draco and Ron walk in.� He had to call Malfoy, �Draco,� because that was what Blaise called him. Harry then placed his hands on either side of Blaise�s temples, then clicked his fingers.
Blaise�s vision cleared, looked at him and smiled. �Well? Did it work?�
�Lets see.� Harry shook his head, still trying to get rid of his ringing ears. The potion�s book never mentioned anything about hearing voices. �I want you to tell me what happened when we finished brewing the main part of the potion.� Blaise stared at him, a frown on his face.
�Well, I remember you beginning your method, then I remember sitting down next to you. We chatted about removing five minutes of memory and remaking it. The next thing I remember was Snape, Ron and Draco coming into the classroom and us finishing up and I was ready to drink the potion.� Harry sighed and smiled.
�It worked.� Blaise looked at him.
�So, what did you remove?� Blaise picked up the glass of liquid and took it to Snape�s desk, then went back to clear away his books. Harry looked at him and shook his head.
�Nothing important. I�ve gotta go Blaise. Gotta meet Hermione.� Blaise nodded and picked up the cauldron.
�I�ll clean up. Go.� Blaise smiled at him. �And thanks for understanding me.� Harry nodded and headed out of the door, waving to Ron and noticing that Malfoy was still avoiding his gaze. Very strange!
~~
Ron was having a very strange day!
First, Hermione was jumping around the common room like a kangaroo in heat. If that wasn�t strange enough, Pansy Parkinson had pulled him out of the common room into the Library and proceeded to ask him everything he knew about Harry and also, how she could discover what was wrong with Malfoy. Ron had explained Harry�s past to her, omitting certain things. He also told her about the Empathos potion. She had been all for it and asked him to tell her all the details when he had finished. Ron had agreed. He found Pansy a very enlightening person to talk to. She seemed to smile more now, even with Malfoy and Blaise. Maybe it was because none of them hung with Crabbe or Goyle anymore. Ron didn�t want to ask why. He just threw it into his strange pile and left it well alone.
He was now headed towards the Potions classroom with Malfoy. He was subdued and was breathing heavily. Ron was desperate to ask him why he had visited Harry when he had been in his coma. It had been a week ago, but Ron couldn�t ask his Enemy a personal question like that and expect a civil answer, so he had kept silent. The Empathos potion was a way around that.
�Are you two ready?� Snape�s voice snapped him out of his reverie, making him stare at the Potions Professor. Malfoy also looked up, determination in his eyes, but for what, Ron was not sure on. Ron nodded and Snape pushed open the Potions room door. What he saw was an overly cheerful Blaise and a blushing and angry Harry. He had mouthed �later� to him and Ron had nodded in agreement.
~~
�Are you finished?�
Ron looked up at Snape, who was standing at his desk with his arms folded. Ron nodded and turned to Malfoy. Harry and Blaise had finished about ten minutes ago, Harry practically running out of the classroom. As soon as he had left, Malfoy had perked up and had actually smiled! Malfoy, smiled! Another oddity to add to the strange pile. That would need sorting through soon.
�Yup.� Ron finished stirring the small potion, then added a strand of Malfoy's hair to both cauldron�s of potion and a pinch of ground unicorn horn to just the smaller one. They both measured each of the potions into two glasses, sealing one of each. Malfoy then picked up the pale blue potion and Ron picked up the pale yellow one.
�Right. My potion will broadcast my emotions to the drinker of the yellow potion?� Malfoy asked. �No one else?�
�No.� Ron reassured. �Just me.�
�Okay.� Malfoy grimaced. They both downed their potions and grimaced at the taste. They both voiced their disgust.
�Yuck!�
Ron felt slightly sick, then his chest began to hurt. He was full of a longing which was under very tight control and anger. He stared at Malfoy, who was looking at him curiously.
�Well? Did it work?�
�If you have chest pains, feel sick and angry, I�d say so.� Ron winced. �When I read up on this potion, I thought you felt in your mind what the other was feeling, not actually physically feel what the other was feeling. How long does this last again?�
�An hour.�
�An hour? Oh man.� Ron winced again. �Have you seen Madame Pomfrey about this Malfoy? How can you stand this pain?�
�Madam Pomfrey said that there was nothing wrong with me.�
�I assure you, there is.� Ron sat down and breathed slowly. Did this start during the lesson when you and Harry called a truce? Or....� Ron trailed of as the pain hammered through his chest, twice as painfully as before. Also sadness welled up and longing grew stronger. This happened as soon as Ron had mentioned Harry. Suddenly a lamp flicked on in Ron�s head. �You love Harry?�
Malfoy blanched and took a step back. �Wha... What the hell are you talking about Weasley?� Ron smiled at him as terror flooded through him.
�I can feel it Malfoy. This is heartache. You�re scared aren�t you?� Malfoy�s mouth opened but no sound came out. He then turned and ran out of the classroom. Ron stared after him, still wincing in pain. �Damn, I�ve got to suffer through this for another fifty five minutes!�

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Done done done!! Enjoy it? Hate it? Tell me! I enjoyed that chapter and the next one will be even better. This one had a Draco in denial. Guess what the next one will have.

Please review. Cousin Anita has put down the chainsaw for now, but has threatened to pick it up again if I don�t hurry up with the next chapter.
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