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Something Lost and Something Found	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gone
- 2-Pain
- 3-Seamless
- 4-Numb
- 5-Haywire
- 6-The beginning
- 7-Lie
- 6
- 7
Chapter-7
Lie
The moment I realize that the dark lord has left the manor, I head towards father's study. Ever since the dark lord has converted the manor into the headquarters, mother has been spending quite a lot of time at Severus's. I am actually quite relieved that atleast she doesn't have to subject herself to the dark lord's perversions.
Also, I do have father so I can rely on him to protect me.
"Enter." Father calls when I knock. I enter. Father is sitting behind his mahogany table. He looks up and greets me with a tight smile.
It takes me a few minutes to tell everything to him. He listens quietly.
"That diary is just a gift Draco. Don't think much over it and just keep it quiet. Don't show it to your friends. I will talk to the dark lord about this - incident." Father mutters. His eyes are dark and expressionless. I wish I could know what he is thinking. I nod and return to my room.
Draco takes a deep breath as she finishes. The tale is nowhere near over but she needs to know why father lied to her.
Their faces wear similar expressions - Weasley is looking very white and Granger's eyes are bright. Black is glaring at father whereas mother's eyes are damp. Severus- he is difficult to read. He is gazing out of the window. One part of my mind wonders if he is even listening but the other part can read signs of rage in his posture, the way his hands are clenched in tight fists, the way his teeth are gritted, the way his eyes are twin pools of simmering rage.
Dumbledore however, he is frozen like a statue.
"Why did you stop? Did Rid-" Potter starts at once.
"Voldemort Potter. He was not Riddle. He was Voldemort, an insane version of Riddle. His mind, body language, personality did not resemble Riddle's at all. He had all but forgotten everything. He didn't even remember his goals. He was just an insane monster."
Draco looks at the green eyed boy who is looking too calm, too collected, not even close to the boy who had literally scolded her yesterday night. It takes a good few seconds to realize that Draco herself is not calm. The mere memory of his slimy hands on her hair is enough to make her throw up.
"But why did you stop. What happened after that- the diary- what was it's purpose? I really spoke to an image of Riddle in the chamber of secrets. What was it then, if not the real horcrux and why will Voldemort lead me to the chamber of he knew that I will kill the basilisk."
"Riddle- Riddle led you over there, not Voldemort."
"I don't understand anything. Riddle and Voldemort are one and the same. Surely you are mistaken." He mutters and Draco sighs audibly.
"No I am not mistaken. Voldemort and Riddle are two different beings. Voldemort is dead and Riddle is still alive. Also, that image of young Tom Riddle you saw was an illusion. Like I said, Riddle is a mastermind. He wanted to fool the great Albus Dumbledore and he did. Professor Dumbledore was so busy in searching his horcruxes that- you know he hadn't expected professor Dumbledore to survive the search. He had thought that the headmaster will die and we will be left without any protection because everything said and done, he is terrified of our dear headmaster." Draco finishes.
"How do you know so much about his mind Draco?" The headmaster in question asks her, "Also was it you who had sent that potion to me. It removed the curse from my hand. I always thought that it was Severus."
She looks at him for good two minutes before answering him, "Yes. It was me. I tricked Riddle into telling the recipe to me but I will get there later on. To answer your first question, I have spent past three years in his presence. I know him inside out."
He stares at her in disbelief.
"Are you kidding us Draco?" Black starts, his face pale.
"How is it even possible? Voldemort was busy searching the elder wand-`1"
"Damn you. Don't you get it. Voldemort and Riddle are two different individuals." Draco hisses in annoyance. Granger stares at her, unfazed by the sudden burst of fury.
"Please enlighten us then as to how can a person be two different people." The girl hisses right back. Draco swallows. She had expected to be offended by Granger's sharp tone. Instead, she is happy that she is not being treated like a bloody damaged person.
"I will if all of you just shut up. "
This being said, Draco turns towards father. His eyes are overly bright and his back is stiff. His lips are pinched together.
"Why did you lie? Why didn't you tell me that it wasn't just a diary, that it was a horcrux created by a seventeen year old Riddle and that he was feeding off my magic and emotions, that I was only a tool to be used to bring him back, to make the broken pieces of his soul powerful enough to be sewed back."
Father takes a sudden and long breath and so does Albus Dumbledore.
"Did you even talk to him about how I was not comfortable with what he did in my room?" Draco asks calmly.
"Of course I spoke to him. He brushed me off. He was an insane man Draco-"
"You brought him to our house. You agreed to help him. Don't you dare twist-"
Father cuts her off, practically yelling at this point, "Yes, I wanted to help him. Back then, I believed in what he believed. I believed that he was right and I wanted him to guide our world towards the path of greatness. But I did not want him to touch you. I did not want him to hurt you. I did not want him to violate you. I spoke to him and he agreed to spare you and he did spare you, did he not?"
"After that scandal in the department of mysteries-"
"I AM SORRY FOR THAT." Father stands and glares at me with pained eyes, "THAT WAS MY MISTAKE. HE WAS PUNISHING YOU FOR THAT. His insanity made him forget everything. He was just a small fragment of his soul, a damaged fragment. He had no memories, no morality, no humanity, no goals. His only goal was to destroy everything and I am so-" Father's voice breaks as he settles down again, "-sorry that you paid for my mistake. I couldn't retrieve the prophecy. I wanted to, if only to protect you from his wrath."
Draco takes a deep breath before laying down on Potter's lap again. She stares at his face. He seems annoyed.
"What happened?" Draco asks.
"I detest Lucius. Can you get on with the tale so that I can kick him out of here." Potter snaps at her and she makes a face, "Okay."
She turns and stares at the occupants. Severus is looking at her. His eyes are cold. Draco doesn't remember him looking so cold like ever.
She picks Potter's hand and places it on her head before starting, "So, I will tell you about the diary now...
I am so relieved to return to Hogwarts. The dark lord didn't harass me after that day. Perhaps father spoke to him.
Three days have passed and I have not yet started writing in my diary. Hesitantly, I open it. I am curious. Why would they want me to hide it.
I flick the pages. They are empty. I start writing on it-
I really hate the dark lord.
I have just written the sentence when words start appearing just below my words.
Oh! Really but why?
I stare at the page wondering what kind of journal this is. I mean father had said that it would talk to me but still it's a bit creepy. What kind of dark magic could make a journal talk.
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Draco stops speaking suddenly and Harry stares at her, his hand stilling on her hair. Her hair is nice soft and wavy and long.
She is staring at him, as if surprised by something he did.
"What happened?" He asks but she keeps on looking at him.
Slowly, she juts her lower lip out. Belatedly, he realizes that she is pouting. It was strange to see such a sudden change in her mood.
From the corner of his eyes, he peaks at others to realize that they think so too. Ron and Sirius are literally gaping at her, their mouth wide open.
Where Narcissa seems relieved, Lucius seems furious. Severus is quite unreadable and Albus is lost in his thoughts.
Then suddenly, she pushes her face in his flat stomach. He stares at her in utter shock, unable to understand what happened so very suddenly.
"Yourhandsdontfeeldisgusting." She mumbles incoherently and Harry closes his mouth. This is nice and if he can help her in any way, then he is glad.
He stays quiet for a moment.
"I don't want to talk about this." Now this is slightly complicated. They need to know about Riddle. Seeing that only she knows the entire truth and Riddle could be getting ready to wreak havoc, it is certainly important to know.
Her face is still buried in his stomach and he is still confused by her mood swing.
"I will send everyone away if you want but you have to understand that they need to know about this if Riddle is alive. We literally know nothing." He murmurs and waits for her response.
Tbc
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