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Just Enough To Love You


Chapter 2 Strange Words From a Familiar Face

A warm cloth blotted at his forehead, obviously trying to relieve the stress of passing out so suddenly. But who would possibly show him such kindness? This world that he had reappeared in so far had only seemed to be filled with darkness. He hadn't been in this hell of a world all that long yet, and still he couldn't help but think that he had done the wrong thing. Small slender fingers trailed down his cheek, leaving waves of warmth when they passed. That wasn't the only thing those fingers did though, they also seemed to calm his mind as they passed over his temples.

Not being able to take the curiosity anymore, Harry's eyes snapped open, only to be more curious than he had before. He could have sworn he felt someone touching him, and yet there didn't seem to be anyone around. In fact he didn't even seem to be in that dank prison cell he had been when he had seen Zacharias's dead body, and talked just briefly with Blaise.

His arms were stretched above his head, but they didn't seem to be bound like they had previously. As he drew them back to his body, he saw the raw harsh red ligatures around his wrists from where he had obviously been chained for quite awhile now. How could this world have happened? Could such a thing really change so much?

Harry glanced around at his surroundings, and for a moment hoped that his memory of a dungeon had just been a dream. Because where he was no seemed to be anything but a dank and dirty dungeon. He looked to be in some sort of fancy parlor. The walls were a deep cream color, and the furniture was a velvet looking red. He was lying on an amethyst colored futon placed in the middle of the room, and it didn't seem like whoever had brought him here wished him to be uncomfortable.

The door creaked open, making Harry loose his train of thoughts. Glancing over his eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion as a cloaked figure walked close. Not that he trusted anyone in this reality, but he especially didn't trust someone who deemed it necessary to hide their face.

"Who the hell are you?" He bit out, immediately disliking this cloaked figure. He didn't know why, but he sensed something familiar about them. It was almost as if the name was at the tip of his tongue just from their aura, but he couldn't quite place it. He would have to say it was a male due to the body build, but that was all he could put a definite peg on.

The figure didn't answer his question, obviously sensing its worthlessness. Instead he pulled something from inside his robes, and tossed it to the guarded teenager. Harry caught what was pretty much chucked at his head, and looking down he didn't have the faintest idea why it had been tossed to him. It looked almost like one of the crystal balls he had used once upon a time in Divination, only this looked less smooth. It wasn't quite in the shape of a ball and seemed the raw form of the gem. His hands traced over the jagged edges of the stone, and saw faint traces of light flicker where his fingers touched.

He looked back up at the stranger who seemed to be waiting for something. "Is this supposed to mean something to me?" He said nothing, only continued to look in his direction. Becoming much too fed up for his liking, Harry stood up, going over to where the stranger was standing. "Is it customary for you to just ignore people like this?" Still nothing. His anger lashed out and he shook the figure's shoulders, while doing so letting the hood covering his face slip off. The putrid skin and dark hair of Marcus Flint appeared to him, and as such did the rest of his face. Despite looking older, the wizard looked about the same as he had when he was still at Hogwarts. Except his eyes...His eyes seemed to be staring listlessly into space, as if dead. That was when it occurred to him...He was under Imperius.

The realization had at first come as a shock, but then he thought back to what Blaise had said. This was Silas's castle...He would put no travesties past the decedent place. "Flint snap out of it!" Yeah...as if that was going to ever help. Focusing his energies, Harry paced his hand on the older boy's head. He was almost anxious to try and see if his wandless magic would work in this world. He had done nothing but study it religiously all summer, and it was almost a second nature to him by now. Closing his eyes, he pictured Flint's entrapment, and then pictured himself breaking through the barriers of whoever had placed such an accursed thing on him. "Finite Incantatum." The chant to dispel such a thing rolled off his lips, and as it did he watched black eyes come immediately back into focus. So apparently he had brought his skills to this world with him. What else had he brought with him? Why was it that he could remember his life, and yet he couldn't seem to get a lock on what had been happening in the menagerie?

Flint looked shocked at this recent turn of events, and then glanced at his surroundings in fear. "Why did you do that!? How did you do that!?" Both valid questions, but questions that certainly wouldn't have been on top of his lists had he just been freed from one of the unforgivables.

"I took the curse off you of course." The Slytherin's eyes widened in fear at the very thought of it. "Why do you look like you're about to piss yourself? It was a good thing that I freed you from that, right?"

The fear clouding the dirty Slytherin's eyes told him that it most certainly was not a good thing. "He doesn't like us to talk to you. He puts us under that spell so that we can't talk to you!" He harshly shook his head back and forth. "But no! You can never just be a good boy and do what you're told! How the hell did you take the spell off anyways?"

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Who doesn't like you talking to me?" A worthless question...Even as he asked it he already knew the answer.

"Silas of course! He killed Pansy last time she spoke to you because he said interfered with the readings." Marcus had started to frantically pace the floor, obviously more than a little worried about his own neck. "Just because you can get away with it, doesn't mean he'll show such mercy to just people like us. I would have thought the great...or once great anyways...Harry Potter would show some compassion over other people's lives."

Silas...Even in death he couldn't escape him. Just watching Flint, a person he had never really liked, but at one point semi-respected, prance around with his tail between his knees just made him sick. "Yeah, well if you're just one of Silas's lackeys then maybe you deserve to die! Anyone who would follow such a nutcase deserves to rot in hell with that bastard."

"You and you foolish ideals!" Flint spit out. "What would you have me do, join the resistance? Practically every member has been killed or captured by now...Including its former leader." As he said this he gave him an arrogant look, leaving not much to the imagination about who that former leader was. So even in this world he had hated Silas...At least he had some sense. Well at least he thought he did, until Flint kept talking. "But even you gave in...and he wanted you so badly." Emerald eyes narrowed, not at all liking that insinuation. "Is it a coincidence that the two of you are the only one's he treats special? He uses you for your abilities...but him, he lets him get away with whatever he wants."

He tried his best to ignore the second part of that statement, not sure he wanted to know who Flint was talking about, but the first he just couldn't get out of his head. "What do you mean my abilities? What do I have to offer Silas?" He grabbed onto the front of his robe, pulling him threateningly close. "Why am I in this room to begin with?"

Flint was staring at him strangely, apparently his pint sized brain couldn't quite grasp these questions. "You passed out in your cell right? Did you just hit the concrete a little too hard or something?" His dark eyes passed over his body, over his dirty rags that he was wearing, and then they seemed to stop on his hand. "Where did you get those?" Harry, not having a clue what he was talking about, also looked down at his hand.

Glinting as brightly as the day he had been given them, were the two rings Draco had given him for Christmas. Harry didn't even try to hide his surprise at seeing his most beloved possessions. He had thought they would have been gone for good, and yet they had been the only thing to travel with him through the different dimensions. "My...My rings." He mumbled, not really expecting to get a response.

"No Malfoy's rings." His heart gave a lurch at that. "I've them on the little cocksucker enough times to know. Hell the both of you even wear them on the same fingers!" The hand he was staring at started to shake, as well as the rest of his body. This had been the first he had heard of his lover, and just hearing that little bit was enough to give him hope that maybe he hadn't made the wrong decision.

Harry looked up to Flint, trying not to show the happiness on his face. "Draco's alive then?" Flint scoffed.

"Yes...unfortunately." His dark eyes traveled inwards, and Harry noticed how he seemed to be clutching rather strongly to his left arm. "You think Silas is bad, well you should see half the stuff that sadistic bastard does. "I once saw him coming out of the Lord's room, and granted this is before I knew better, and I asked him what he was doing." Flint grit his teeth, still wrapped up in the memory, and raised the sleeve on his cloak. Harry couldn't help but blanch at what he saw. That was a deep red scar running up the length of it, thick and jaggedly. "He slashed all the tendon's in it...I can't even move my fingers anymore."

No...He wouldn't believe such lies. "Don't talk about him like that." He growled. "Draco would never do such a thing!"

"Never do such a thing?" Marcus sounded shocked. "That bastard would do that and more. Why the hell are you defending him?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "From what I hear he's done much worse to you then he could ever do to some underling."

This couldn't be true. These were just lies. Stray thoughts about just where Draco was heading before they had fallen in love tried to creep into his mind, but he pushed them away. Despite where he might have been going, he had too good of a heart to actually follow through. They were just trying to confuse him.

Harry grit his teeth and rushed forward, pushing Flint up against the door. "Go get him." He said through clenched teeth.

"What!?" Flint exclaimed, obviously not too keen on the idea of bringing Draco here. "If I even suggested such a thing he'd kill me."

His hand lashed out, wrapping around the boy's scrawny throat. "If you don't get him I'll kill you myself." He squeezed harder. "I don't care what you say to get him here. Tell him anything your clever Slytherin mind can think of, but I swear to all things holy that if he's not in here in the next five minutes I'll rip you to pieces."

To his surprise, Flint didn't look near as frightened as he probably should have. "Go ahead Potter. I'd much rather die by beings strangled then what Silas or Malfoy will do to me if I complete your ridiculous task."

The pair must be pretty ruthless if the greasy Slytherin refused to move even after his life was threatened. He needed to see him though, and he couldn't take no for an answer. "You sure about that?" Harry closed his eyes, summoning the darkness from his heart. When his eyes reopened they were two simple pools of blackness. It had been a trick he had been able to do ever since he was brought back from Silas's spell. Whenever he got too upset not only would his magic go haywire, but also his eyes would turn to that of a soulless monster. "Because I assure you the things I could do would make you beg for it to be them handling you."

Flint paled at seeing him. "What...What the fuck are you?" This time Harry thought he actually did piss himself, and his thoughts were confirmed when the putrid liquid drip down his pant leg and onto the floor.

Not really wanting to explain just how he was able to make his eyes black, Harry went with the more evasive approach. He squeezed down on his neck and the part of robe he still held, and flung him away. "Just go get him Flint, and believe me I'll know if you don't." For some reason when he said that Marcus glanced towards the stone he had originally thrown him, and gulped in fear.

The coward grabbed for the door handle, scrambling out without a word. He hadn't said he was actually going to get Draco, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't let him down. Chickens like that never fail to cooperate when they think their life is at stake. Now that he was gone, Harry released the negative energy in his body, and he could almost feel the blackness sink back into his pupils, leaving his eyes their normal emerald green.

Harry began pacing around the well furnished room, noticing the entire time how weak his muscles were. Apparently they didn't give them exercise times while rotting in a cell. A nervous feeling built in the pit of his stomach, and the more and more he thought about who he was about to see, the more and more nervous he got. How would he react? How would Draco react for that matter?

Draco...Gods even though Flint had said he was a horrible person, he still ached with every ounce of his being to see his lover again. He was alive!...He was alive and would be coming here anytime! The thought was enough to make anyone alight with joy. This had been what he had come to this harsh reality for. This had been his purpose. As the minutes ticked by on the clock, Harry couldn't help but feel the apprehensions of what could possibly happen in this meeting.

His wait for his possible appending doom seemed to be over, as the heavy wooden door that was encasing him in this sort of prison creaked open. He held his breath as Draco walked into the room, and it left him in a slow shaky gasp. He was his Draco...and yet at the same time not at all.

He was decked out all in black. From the black dragon hide boots, to the black leather pants, and well he seemed to be missing his shirt, going instead to just wear a sleek clack leather coat that came up to right above his hips. He wouldn't have mentioned this first of course, except that this dark clothing accentuated just how pale he had become. Draco had always been pale, but now he was almost transparent. The color seemed to be a pink tinge to his cheeks, and his peach colored lips. His hair was so shocking that Harry to blink a few times to even realize that what he was seeing was actually real. It was cut to just above his shoulders, which was a little strange in itself, but nothing compared to the color. White...a cotton white streaked with small lines of silver running sporadically through it. It looked almost as if all of the color had just been sucked from him. This wasn't the biggest shock though...No, that would have to be his eyes. When he saw them a shiver went up his spine, and he knew without even talking to him that all the stories Flint had told him were the truth. They were harsh, cold, uncaring, and...red.

"You..." He swallowed, trying to get a basis on if what he was seeing was actually real. "You have his eyes." Those before mentioned eyes glanced at him almost boredly, and then his gaze traveled to his right hand.

"Where did you get them?" It took him a while to realize that Draco had completely vetoed his question, and instead had focused solely on the rings on his hand. That had obviously been what Flint had used to get him here.

"They were a gift." His voice was hollow, shaky, and it sounded muffled. "...From you." Memories of him opening the box at Christmas, and his surprise to see the two silver rings with the snakes wrapped around them with emeralds for eyes. His Draco had cherished them, and for that matter apparently so did this one.

Harry was torn from falling over in bewilderment, and throwing himself at this Draco. Though he kept himself from doing the latter, knowing that the teenager probably wouldn't take it too kindly if he did. He watched as those fierce eyes rolled at his answer. "You're delusion Potter." He sneered, making the same face the Draco from his time had so many times before. "Don't tell me all our little sessions together have finally taken an affect on your mind, and here I was hoping to try out my new tools the next time I got to play with my little puppy." He had been a little playful, but then his face once more turned harsh. "Now tell me where you got them before I decide to make that session sooner rather than later."

Flashes from a memory he knew he didn't have streaked through his consciousness. They were of pain...torture...and it was Draco who inflicted such acts. He shook his head, trying to dispel such thoughts. Draco would never do that...Draco loved him. "I told you...you gave them to me."

"And I told you you were a fucking liar!" He hissed. His eyes were glowing the color of blood as he walked further into the room. "I was having fun with that girlfriend of yours, but I think I can make an exception and fit you into my schedule sooner than normal."

Energy swirled around the room, and it seemed to take all the air as it did so. He looked over to see Draco chanting under his breath, and knew that he was calling power to himself. Dark energy cackled around him, and those red eyes seemed to bleed with power, spilling tears of blood down both his cheeks. Harry couldn't stare at this phenomenon too long though, because soon Draco reached out his hand, picking him up by his neck with sheer magical force.

"Now Potter you'll tell me what I want to know, or I'll hurt you." He sounded so businesslike...Almost as if he had to do this kind of thing on a day to day basis. But Harry realized it was more than that. Draco sounded so much like Silas...so very much like a killer.

The chokehold Draco had him in wasn't enough to kill him. No, the pale haired boy seemed much more concerned with his pain. As he was suspended in the air, the dark wizard walked closer, smirking at him as he did so. "You know Potter you did me a favor. Silas told me I couldn't be so ruff with you anymore on account of you almost dying and all...but I'm sure even he'll forgive it just this once." His hand waved and the dingy long sleeved t-shirt he was clothed in ripped open. "Now let's have some fun shall w-we..."

His voice was at first so confident, but then had trailed off in surprise, and those blood red eyes widened. "I...I didn't give you those scars." Harry looked down to his chest, and was repulsed with what he saw. Like Flint, his chest was covered in angry red scars and quite a few burns, but the really noticeable thing, the thing that Draco was obviously surprised about, was the thin scar that his Draco had given him. D.M. was clearly visible on his chest from where the blond had carved it over a year ago.

Knowing he had to do something to get himself out of this predicament, while Draco was distracted by his chest, Harry concentrated on the energy binding him, and flung it outwards, throwing the pale haired boy against the wall with his own power. He hit with a sickening crack, and as he did his magic broke, leaving Harry to fall out of the air and hit the floor. Being used to such pain, it really didn't inebriate him all that long before he got his bearings.

It seemed to be taking Draco a little longer after hitting his head, and Harry took full advantage of this. Quickly crawling over to where he was, Harry straddled his waist, pushing him backwards with one hand, and holding the other out as a weapon. "Listen to me Draco I know wandless magic, and I won't hesitate in using it against you, so don't try anything." Harry tried to ignore their close proximity. He tried to ignore the fact that he was sitting in his lap, but it was becoming quite difficult to deny their position. "Do you yield Malfoy?"

Draco looked at the hand in front of his face, and the cowardly Slytherin side of him seemed to kick in, for he nodded in fear. "Who the fuck are you?...Because I know for a fact you're not Silas's little pet seer he keeps around." Seer? Harry thought back to the stone Flint had thrown him, and how originally it had reminded him of something to do with Divination. But that thought was just laughable. He hated Divination...Not only that but he was completely terrible at it.

"What are you talking about? Why did you call me a seer?" Draco raised an eyebrow at that.

"Well I would have thought that was obvious, because that's what you do for him. You tell him everything he needs to know about his enemies by scrying, and in return he doesn't kill your worthless friends." Draco smirked sadistically. "Or any more of them at least." Draco shifted underneath him, rubbing their bodies together as he did so. "But you're not that pathetic pet of Silas's are you?...No, he was weak, and you seem to radiate with power" He shifted again, drawing their faces even closer together. "so much so that it's practically intoxicating."

He knew he shouldn't be, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off those peach lips as he talked. How long had it been since he had kissed those lips? "When I first came in you asked about my eyes...Why is that?" That drew his gaze away from Draco's lips at least, but it didn't really do him much good, because now he was just looking into those blood red eyes that seemed to change him so much.

"They used be gray..." He heard himself saying, even though more or less he was caught in some kind of a trance. "silver almost. And your hair..." The hand that had been pushing on Draco's chest, came up to his white hair, surprised by how silky and soft it was as it slipped through his fingers. "It used to be the most beautiful blond color I had ever seen. You look so different...so very different from the Draco I knew."

"My eyes and hair changed two years ago when I was initiated into Silas's inner circle. When you do as much dark magic as we do, when you kill as many people, your features tend to change." So being evil is what had done this to Draco? It really wasn't that surprising now that he thought about it. After all the same thing had happened to Voldemort. "It's true I did look as you described once, but you're describing me as if I was completely different person."

As he stared into those eyes, he seemed to loose control of everything he had tried to keep so tightly together. His emotions flared to the service, and as they did his raised hand began to lower. "How can you be like this? Did I really do so much to change you? I know it's you, and yet it's like strange words coming from a familiar face." A hand went up to stroke Draco's face, and was repulsed by the cold feeling that surged through his body. He pulled his hand to his chest, cradling it as if burned. "You feel like Silas!" Harry screeched into his face. "How can you be just like him?...He fucking killed you!"

Draco was looking at him as if he had gone insane, and he realized that it must seem that way. A cold hand reached out to grab his chin. "Look at me Potter." He didn't want to, but he felt obeying, and he looked back into those red eyes. "Look into my eyes." Harry gasped as those eyes started to bleed again. "Be in me." His eyes started to get heavy, and he knew without a doubt that Draco was putting some sort of spell on him. It was almost like he was draining all the energy out of his body. "Give me your power." He tried to fight it, but as every second ticked by he could feel himself losing.

With a smirk, Draco let go of his face, and in his weakness Harry fell completely backwards onto the floor. He tried to get up, but it was like he had been given a tranquilizer. Given his new found freedom, Draco took no time in getting to his feet. He walked over triumphantly, and placed one of those boots over Harry's throat, practically crushing his esophagus as he did so.

He looked so calm, so in control, and Harry realized when he had acted scared before it had only been a plow to get information out of him. "Well fuck me Potter, when I said your power was intoxicating, I had no idea just how good it would feel to have it inside me." He childishly waved his finger. "Naughty naughty...You've been holding out on me." Pushing harder on his throat, Draco placed one hand on his own temple, saying some chant under his breath.

"Wh-what..." Harry struggled. "What are you doing?" He managed to croak out, but soon even lost the bad speech ability he had when Draco pushed harder.

"Why my dear puppy, I just contacted Silas and told him to get his little arse home." He pointed to his head. "We're mentally connected you know, and if he hasn't sensed my trouble already he definitely knows by now. You should have answered my questions Potter" He bent down, doing his best to press all of his weight down on Harry's throat. "because I can guarantee you his interrogation will be a shite side worse."
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A.N- Well yeah I know that was pretty short, but that just makes you all excited for the next chapter. And yes I know Draco is like the biggest bastard ever, but he's still a huge stud...lmao...at least I think so. Just think in the next chapter you get to see Silas again...wonder how different he'll be? If I get enough reviews you guys will get to find out....mwhaa ha ha...that's right now I'm threatening. If I don't get enough reviews I'm cutting you guys off! Now there's a chance I could be bluffing...but do you really want to take that chance? smirks evilly Thanks for reading