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Hogwarts is Dying.	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Hogwarts is Dying.
- 2-Descendant
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Disclaimer All rights and such and blah, blah, blah, belong to J. K. Rowling, goddess and all supreme writer person. No money of any kind is being made off of this twisted tribute to her wonderful skills. Without her, there would be no Lucius and Harry, so let us all bow down to her superior imagination and not sue me for my hubris in thinking I could possibly be as talented as she.

For a millennia shall you wait,

For after that t�will be too late.

In your afterlife, together you�ll be

Until the truth you both can see.

And if this lesson, you do not learn,

Then your precious school will burn.

Late one night, at just about Christmas, the castle of Hogwarts shook on its very foundations. Every inhabitant woke with a start, all fearing the worst. Except two.

Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, alternately glancing between one portrait and another. The two were sitting side by side, each on a chair. One was in a frame of gold with crimson red satin backing; the other was in a frame of silver with jade green silk backing. Inscribed at the bottom of each frame were the names of the two. Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor.

The other person not alarmed or concerned with an attack was Harry Potter. At the first rumblings he opened his eyes and looked around. Taking a deep breath, Harry cleared his mind and let his senses flow outward. When nothing overwhelmingly dangerous popped on his proverbial danger radar, Harry closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

By the time the castle was really shaking, Harry was too asleep to notice. Only when Ron was shaking him and pulling on his arm did Harry wake up.

�Harry! HARRY! You�ve got to get up. The castle is under attack!�

Ron was trying to throw on a robe, shake Harry awake and point his wand at any movement he saw, all at the same time.

�Ron, it�s not-�

Harry was interrupted by the magnified voice of Professor McGonagall.

�ALL STUDENTS PLEASE GO IMMEDIATELY TO THE GREAT HALL, IN AN ORDERLY FASHION.�

Harry slowly got up, rolling his eyes as Ron scrambled around the room. He grabbed his wand, threw on his robe and dragged Ron down to the common room.

�Really Ron, you don�t need to pack all of that. Believe me, it�s not necessary.�

�But Harry, what if-� Ron was cut of by Hermione flinging her self at him, throwing her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.

�Oh Ron, it�s just awful.�

Harry sighed and once again rolled his eyes at something one of his friends did.

�Hermione, you�re Head Girl; Ron, you�re a Prefect. The both of you really need to take charge, make sure everyone gets to the Great Hall. Come on you two.�

Ron looked down a tad bit shamefully and Hermione straightened her back and marched straight to the portrait.

�Alright everyone. Form two lines, everyone will have a partner. We�ll be going straight to the Great Hall. Anyone caught going else where will be hexed by me, then I�ll give you over to the professors.� Fear rose in everyone�s eyes at the threats.

After her orders were followed, Hermione opened the portrait and stepped through, Ron by her side. Harry stayed at the back, making sure everyone really was out and going to the Great Hall.

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In the Headmaster�s office, Dumbledore still sat and stared at the portraits of two of Hogwarts founders. They were facing away from one another, refusing to even acknowledge the other.

�You two are behaving like children. I know first years who are better behaved than you two.�

�Yes, well, if HE weren�t such an insufferable prat, I may have been more tolerable of his company.�

Salazar Slytherin was an imposing figure, even within the confines of the picture. He had long, straight, dark hair, which settled loosely along his shoulders. His eyebrows arched perfectly over ice blue eyes. A straight nose arrowed down to a stubborn mouth and chin. The bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top. Cheekbones sliced across his face. Taken separately, the features would seem out of place on a person�s visage, but the combination of them all clearly screamed Salazar Slytherin.

�I? An insufferable prat? You, Salazar, are a snaky, bigoted elitist that couldn�t possibly spot a good think if it bit you on you lily-white arse!�

Godric Gryffindor had the classically handsome features, a contrast to Salazar�s sharp ones. He had sandy blond hair that was tied back to reveal a face almost too beautiful to be true. Rosy cheeks, full laughing lips, friendly chocolate eyes; everything was open and trusting. He was less angular, smooth were Salazar was sharp.

Godric�s comment sent Salazar into a flush-faced frenzy. Professor Dumbledore quietly got up and walked out of his office, leaving the founders to bicker and squabble at each other. It was time he headed to the Great Hall.

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Harry walked to a sleeping bag in a corner and sat down. He was amused at what panic a little rumble from the castle could cause. Watching the students run around like chickens with their heads cut off, and the Prefects trying to create order, was perversely funny. Harry leaned back against the wall to watch.

When he made contact with the stone, an overwhelming sense of grief encompassed him. Loss and hopelessness, helplessness; all flowed through him. Harry closed his eyes against the feelings he knew weren�t his.

�Potter. Only you would manage to sleep when the rest of the school is in a panic.� An unmistakable drawl interrupted Harry.

Harry just smirked at his new companion�s comment.

�I don�t see you to be overly concerned, Malfoy.�

�Can�t say that I am, really. Honestly, I find this all to be highly amusing, as I�m sure you do. Really, a little rumble as everyone thinks the Dark Lord is coming after them.� Draco sat down on the sleeping back next to Harry while he spoke.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Malfoy, all traces of amusement gone.

�Do you know what it is then?�

�Can�t say that I do, but I do know that it is not the Dark Lord.�

Harry nodded. He and Draco had formed a tentative relationship, one based on a skeptical understanding and a smidgen of respect. Draco wasn�t a junior death eater, and while that didn�t mean he was categorically for the side of Light and Harry, it did mean he was categorically against Voldemort. And for Harry, right now, that was enough. Of course, they still fought, they wouldn�t be them if they didn�t.

�You�re right, it�s not Voldemort.� He ignored the small shudder that coursed through Draco at the name.

�Ah, Mr. Potter, so sure are you? How do you know, with absolute certainty, it isn�t the Dark Lord?�

Both Harry and Draco looked up to see Professors Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore all staring down at them. They stood up to face the teachers.

�Well, Sir, besides the blaring link I have with Voldemort that lets me be privy to most of his plans; the rumblings and such aren�t coming from outside the castle, but from the castle itself.�

The headmaster was looking at Harry very closely now. Harry remained still under his gaze, he�d long been able to endure the weight of that clear blue stare.

�Harry, do you know something you�re not telling us?�

Harry smirked, much to the surprise of everyone there. The smirk was eerily reminiscent of one Draco Malfoy.

�I�m sure I do, Headmaster. However, you�ll need to be more specific.�

Professors McGonagall and Snape gaped at Harry�s veiled disobedience. It wasn�t an out and out obstruction, but underhanded; Slytherin. Dumbledore only smiled.

�Of course. Do you know something about the castle?�

By now Ron and Hermione had joined the little circle, unabashedly listening.

�Yes, I know it isn�t Voldemort who caused the castle to quake. When I touch the walls, or any direct part of the castle, I feel a great sense of grief, hopelessness, defeat and loss.�

�And what does it all mean Mr. Potter?� Snape spoke up, his voice quiet and level, completely devoid of malice.

�It means Professor, that Hogwarts is dying.�

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TBC�

An idea I got reading the conditions of a challenge for TSS. I didn�t enter it because it wasn�t done by the deadline. Hell, it isn�t done now. I�ve been working on it off and on for a while. Tell me what you think. Should I continue it?
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