Sadistic Fever

Woot an update on the crazy teenagers life. Ok so, school started up, and I was like whoa I need to do school work. So I did. Then I was like whoa life sucks so I just kinda left my story alone for a while to let things calm down in my life. And well it's kinda work in general. Hell I deleted my myspace for fucks sake. Yeah so, basically... I did that stupid STUPID thing that I always do. I Told the guy that I love that I love him. Yeah well same response as the last two. "well I don't feel that way about you" You know that whole strait guy shpeal. So yeah, here I am trying to figure out life and well it's working ok. So I am kinda ranting... I don't know anymore. I kinda want to move to Germany. German culture is what makes me happy. Yeah so I am also going to get my drivers license soon, I know scary another teen on the road, especially not one that wants to drive. I mean I just kinda need to. So I can go swimming every day and that sort of thing. I am doing really well in school though, I am on the advisory board, and one of the favored students. Then again I work slightly harder than most, I mean hell me and Amanda work our asses off. Thing is I love Longview, and even though I know, it's a form of brainwashing... that whole reiteration of the same view over and over. I still love it, i wouldn't graduate if it wasn't for there, and I would love school, nor have set my goals high and all those wonderful things that make someone succeed or. Hell people say you'll make about 10 or less than what you dream you'll have, and I think 10 of the world isn't that bad of a ratio. I am really finding love hard to swallow. I watched two movies recently that really made me think, and they really helped me realize that I need more in my life right now than I have. They are one of the reasons I want to take up German and start swimming again. Well there's my life's update.

Peter-pan-equals-luv: Already answered you, but I thought I might as well give you a little piece because you did put something. (Besides I will have more of an explanation of things if you keeping on reading, and I apply the story name to my mind of writing, which is hard to explain)

Sadistic Kakashi-FotJNB: Sorry, the having to pay attention is not my intentioned purpose, kind of happens that way with my writing style... I am glad you liked the story though, I'll try and make easier to read, and this chap will probably be a bit shorter.

FieryAries313: Well I don't know, this plot has been bubbling in my head for a while; I am still wondering where I want to take this crazy roller coaster. I'll be sure to get a longer chapter in soon, but this one will probably be a shorter one.

Victor: Hey Dork!

Enjoy the fanfic.

True Colors

The smell of burning flesh and hair was enough to make almost any normal human gag, but the dark figure standing at the edge of the balcony reveled in it. The Death Eaters around him were quite surprised at the results of their Dark Lord's new plan. They knew him to be ruthless but this definitely was his best plan. He had always been about destroying the "mudbloods", but now his new philosophy was to destroy the source of the mudblood wizards everywhere.

Voldemort jumped over the edge and cast a levitation charm before he even began to fall. He noticed that all the other Death Eaters flinched the instant he did so. "Come" he said over his shoulder as he glided down toward the burning town. The aura of death would have crushed most people but this just strengthened his resolve. They all jumped off and were falling almost half the distance before getting up the levitation charm. Voldemorts flying fortress was able to put anywhere over the continent because at the center was five wizards who were continually in casting to keep it levitating and moving.

Gently landing on the dirt walkway, he moved to the center of the town and surveyed his work of destruction. The muggles were burning the bodies and the housing of those who have died and the town was evacuated.

The only ways for the muggles to defend against this disease was the quarantine of the infected areas and burn the bodies of the dead. The old ways were always the best in stopping illnesses that were incurable and unstoppable. Luckily this was only the testing of the magically enhanced virus and soon it would infect most of Great Britain.

Voldemort stopped at a burning body, and knelt next to it admiring the lifeless look in the eyes of the corpse. The Death Eaters gathered around him. "When should we distribute this among the muggles?"

Voldemort stood up and turned back to his followers and spoke in a soft voice which they were not expecting. "Release it in a couple of towns in a month's time, and then release it in London in three months from this point." Shooting his gaze upwards he cast a levitation spell and rose up back to his black monolith.

Landing on his balcony he placed his gaze on one of the guards at the entrance to the balcony. "Bring the new recruits to me". He rushed off as quickly as he could even before the lieutenants landed back on the platform. "Prepare to initiate our newest recruits"

Eight of latest untainted newcomers filed in and knelt before their new lord. All of them still had the brightness in their eyes, all of them showed the same ambition and hunger for power that all of those in past had when they knelt before this demoniac. Rodolphus Lestrange took a book from the guard who had grabbed the recruits and began to read them the ceremonial rights to each one as Voldemort placed his wand on their heads one after the other.

"This orphaned man, may adhere receiving virile, Our Lords omnipotence revitalized in dark dynamism lengthened eternally"

Moving down the line he finally came to the last one, and this one he stopped and took his finger under the young mans chin and looked into the blue eyes of an unexpected surprise. A smirk crept on to Voldemorts face as a perfect plan dawned on him. "I wondered when one of your family members would come into my ranks" He placed his wand on the forehead which had bright red hair above it. He spoke "I have special plans for you Percy Weasley" with the smirk never leaving his face.

The Dark Mark incantation took less than a second.

Harry didn't know what to expect now, after lunch he felt some sort of warmth he hadn't before. He didn't like that it was coming from the Malfoys though. He was walking through the part and realized he couldn't find his way around this huge mansion. "Diuma" he called out and she popped in less than a second.

"Yes, Master Potter?" Diuma said with a bow.

"Can you take me to Draco's Library Now?"

"As you wish, by the way you'll get use to this place and won't need me to take you around I promise"

So as he followed her, they came back to the entry of Draco's wing, with the two statues. He couldn't wait to see his library. They walked through the doors and just like the hall behind them it had rows of doors all the way to a huge window that provided a large amount of light which lit up the hall in an iridescent dusty light.

She took him down the hall way to a door on the left. "This is it, I will leave you alone to do as you please, if you need anything call me, and I'll be back up to get you at seven for dinner." With that last word she popped out.

"Annoying little elf" he said under his breath as he opened the door. It was a small room with a big armchair and foot rest near a huge fire place that already had a fire blazing in it, and huge bay window with cushions on it that looked out over the beautiful garden below. What surprised him about this room was that there was only one book case with a couple of books scattered on the shelves, and all the books had bookmarks in them.

"What a shabby collection of books, it doesn't even have books like Robinson Crusoe or Interview with a Vampire".

When he spoke the names of the books they appeared in a small stack on the bookshelf with book marks on the inside cover. "So this must be connected to the other libraries, how handy." He wasn't sure where to begin because he had read many books, but there were a few he had been meaning to read. So he called out "1984" and with that a nice leather bound copy of George Orwell's 1984 appeared. Harry took the book and sat in the Arm chair and began to read.

Draco woke up and the sun was shining through his window which was now hitting where his head lay. He got out of bed and went to the walk in closet, which now contained some of his clothes instead of his grandfathers. Most of the clothes were his nicer clothes since he stayed in this room mostly when he was stressed, which meant right before big events and occasions where he needed nice clothes and not just for comfort, but the clothes for comfort he typically dragged here and had in a neatly folded pile near the bed. He had been extremely stressed and emotional since he had gotten home from school, so this room became his sanctuary. That night still plagued him every night and even to this moment it plagued his thoughts, he had never seen anybody die before.

Draco continued looking through some of his robes and pants and nothing seemed to jump out at him until his eyes fell upon something his mother had bought for him yet he hadn't worn yet. It was a deep azure robe with white accents. He found it funny he had never worn it before; it was obviously magically enhanced to look prim and proper. It seemed like it should have only been worn on more than one occasion, but then again his mother had purchased it several years ago but she said nothing about him wearing it so it just slipped his mind. It was nice and his mother told him to dress nice for tonight's dinner.

He carefully slipped the pants over his black silk boxers. He went over to the belt hooks and chose a nice white dragon scale belt that was also a present from his mother. He liked the presents his mom got for him, because she always chose stuff that would be useful to him if not then but latter in his life, and things that would fit his personality if they didn't now. He slipped the belt through each loop and tightened it up.

He looked at his bare chest in the mirror, not a hint of hair was there. He wasn't sure if he liked that about the Malfoy family, they were all basically hairless, besides their pubic hair and the hair on their head everywhere else was smooth and stubble free. Lucius had the ability to grow facial hair but he was a rarity in the family and he always shaved it and kept it smooth. Draco liked that about his father, he always did brake the mold when it came to being a Malfoy. He was just as deceptive as any of the family, but with a kind tinge that so few saw, and he had the heart as great as any man. Draco thought fervently that his father would never do anything to harm him or anyone one who was a good heart person themselves.

He started buttoning up his dress shirt and his thoughts drifted over what this dinner was about, he didn't even know who this guest would be. He just hoped it wasn't another set up with another guy, before he came out to his parents they always brought in girls from all over hoping one would click with him, but none of them did . So when he came out to them, he was so afraid but to his surprise they were thrilled, and then commenced of them trying to find young, powerful and political guys for him, dark or light didn't seem to matter, they came from all over the world. Even after he shot down guy after guy, they just continued to try bring in a man that he might like, but that seemed to be impossible. They had even invited Viktor Krum for dinner, and after much coaxing of conversation, they came to his sexuality just to find he had no interest in men, which the question angered him and he left in a flurry. Draco had this thing for falling for either straight guys or gay or bi who just weren't attracted to him. He actually hadn't even had a boyfriend, girlfriends were frequent in his early years but they ended quickly when they advanced and he felt no attraction towards them, and pushed them away either emotionally or physically. So by the time he was done buttoning his shirt he knew that this was probably a set up date.

Pulling on the robe he buttoned up it one at a time and tugged a bit on the waste line where it parted to smooth out any wrinkles, which there weren't. He looked at the rows of boots and shoes that had been placed in rows along the bottom of them, different colors ranging from black to pink depending on what materials were used in the making of them. He picked up a black pair and compared them to his robe and though black would be too dark a color for the outfit, and he settled on a pair of albino basilisk skin boots, he guessed that these were made from the shed skin and not the an actual killed basilisk considering how rare basilisks are not even being of the albino variety. Especially now that they were banned from being bred, but that didn't stop certain sources from procuring materials from them since there were still quite a few that still exist.

He pulled them on and stood in front of the mirror for a second adjusting every little bit. The one thing he really did like about his mother forcing him to put certain clothing on without magic is that it did give a person a feeling of accomplishment from looking nice. He felt like he was missing something and he realized he would like a pair of gloves to go with this. He chose a nice pair of white soft dragon hide gloves. Looked again in the mirror and deciding that he didn't need to slick back his hair and liked his bangs the way they were.

"Diuma" Draco called out.

With a pop she appeared in front of him and made a deep bow. "Yes master Draco?"

"How long before dinner?"

"Only about ten minutes, I was just about to come wake you, but you're already dressed. I will be tending to the guest" Making a bow before she left, Draco didn't even have time to ask who the guest was. Pursing his lips he commenced his walk to the dinning hall.

The only wish he had was that this wasn't another one of his parent possible suitors for him.

Lucius found the note and the locket lying on the desk. He did have to agree somewhat with the note, it might be better that he wasn't there for the dinner. He folded the note and placed it in a pocket on the inside of his robes. He thought about the situation and looked at the locket hoping that all of this wouldn't be in vain and everyone who survived this ordeal would be happy with the outcome no matter the costs.

"Diuma" he spoke softly.

She popped in as she always did but looked flustered more than normal. "Master Lucius?"

"Is everything done that we talked about?" he asked quietly

"Yes, Draco is ready and already making his way down to the Dinning hall and Master Potter has just now started to get dressed, he might be a little bit late." She looked over her old master and saw the strain that was in his face "Is there anything else I can do to help with this project?" She asked with care.

"No, just do your job and I will handle the rest" he said with a stern voice. He held out the locket and she took it without question. "Place this in his formal robes for tonight's dinner; just know that I couldn't do this with out you" He paused, flipping open his pocket watch and he looked at the time. "Quickly get back to him, you have about three minutes until dinner"

With that Diuma popped back to her charge leaving her master to do what he needed to do. Deciding to get dressed for tonight's dinner, he walked off towards his bedroom. This was one night he needed to be ready for.

Harry's eyes flew over the pages of the book. The story entranced him, he wondered how this book so closely reflected what would happen once Voldemort took control of the wizarding world.

Harry heard a the loud pop that house elves made and he looked up to see Diuma standing there with a stern look on her face. He quickly finished up the sentence he was on and placed the bookmark in the book and snapped it shut.

"I assume it's time for dinner" Harry said with a sigh. After his last talk with Lucius and Narcissa, he really didn't want to get into another talk with them, but he knew it was inevitable.

"Not quite, it's time for you to get ready for dinner; I have your clothes ready in your room" She stated very calmly.

"Why can't I wear the clothes I wearing?" Harry asked, starting to get frustrated with the situation.

"You'll be fine, the clothes are just necessary for tonight, this is a dinner to commemorate your arrival" she said knowing that might change his mind.

Placing his book on in the bookcase he turned back to Diuma. "Well lead on" Harry said indignantly.

She led him to a room with several things laid out on the bed. "This is your room for your stay with us Master Potter, you can get dressed here, I'll be back to Check on you in about twenty minutes, try and be ready for dinner" she said. With a pop she was gone.

Taking off his pants slowly, he really didn't want to go to this dinner so this process of getting dressed was going to take as long as he could.

His thoughts drifted from the dinner to the night Dumbledore died and where was the person who should really be at the dinner, 'Draco...' was all his mind could . That entire year of obsessed hate was washed away by those two times he looked in the the forlorn eyes of Draco. He couldn't hate him for what he tried to do, in fact he pitied him. Someone in Harry's mind should never be put in a situation like that, where everything that one cares about is on the line.

By the time he got the black dress pants on his thoughts flashed over many things. They rested on the person who he actually hated, someone that he could never forgive. Snape had betrayed the trust that Dumbledore and place on him, and nothing could turn back what he had done.

Pulling his belt tight on him, he realized how beautiful these clothes were. Everything was made of the finest quality and they fit him perfectly. Everything was black base with red accents. The belt was obviously dragon hide, as were the gloves and boots. The robe was made from a type of a fabric that he didn't know, he guessed it was some sort of silk, but he wasn't sure.

Diuma popped in as we was getting to the shirt. "You're going to have to be faster if you want to be on time fore the dinner." She stopped for a second and realized that if she didn't help he would be very late. She walked over to him ans started buttoning left and right.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a somewhat of an angry tone.

"If I don't help, you'll be late" She said as she finished with the shirts buttons. She grabbed the robe, jumped on the bed and held it out for him to put on.

"Fine" he said with a sigh not far behind. He accepted the help and put the robe on and was amazed at how quickly she worked over the buttons. Before she finished up the last button, she tilted her head and said "I'll be right back, please finish getting ready."

Popping out, He continued where she left off, and worked on each button. 'I wish I had a spell to get this done quicker' He thought.

He finished up the last button, and pulled on the ebony gloves. Looking in the mirror, what he saw was something he had never seen before in himself. This is what he saw and hated for those all times he had seen Lucius Malfoy. An aristocrat stood there looking back at him from the mirror. The only thing that was different was his hair, the messy jet black hair helped him realize that even though he looked like someone he was not, he enjoyed the way these clothes made him feel. It was that one thought that showed him why people dressed like this and acted like this. It was the aura that it produced that itself was intoxicating.

This small experience made him understand this family a bit better.

Draco reached the dining room in a flurry, he wanted nothing more to get this done quickly. Opening the door, he saw that the room had shrunk to the size of what was required of it like it always did. It was six setting table, but the heads of the table were taken away from the place settings. 'Set up' He thought to himself, but sighed in relief to see the other person wasn't here.

His mother was already sitting at the table. 'She looks very beautiful tonight, like she always does'. He took a seat opposite her. He couldn't help but admire what his mother was, the air about her just crackled with confidence and poise. He wished he could be half the person she was.

"Draco, don't worry about tonight, I sure it's not what you expect it will be" His mother said, obviously seeing his distress in his face.

"What is this about mother" Draco asked with honest interest.

"Your father will explain everything once he gets here." His mother said in a wistful voice.

A moment of silence passed between them as the anticipation built up.

"Who's the guest that we're hosting for" Draco asked trying to pry something from his mother.

"You'll see when he gets here." Narcissa spoke knowing she gave away the gender.

Draco without missing a beat said "So it's a he, eh?"

"Just wait and see Draco, I am sure you have no idea what this about" Narcissa said in a playful way.

Lucius walked in just as there was about to be another wave of silence. "Good, I am glad you are all ready for tonight"

Taking a seat next his wife, he placed his gloved hand on her hand. Draco admired the relationship they had, it was loving and mature. They were both the epitome of what he wanted to be.

It was then, that something snapped Draco out of thought.

The door handle turned and the door began to open.

Harry strode to the door right when she popped back in.

"Are you ready Master Potter"

"Yeah..." He paused and looked at the mirror one last time and sighed. "Is there anyway out of this" He asked, knowing that the only reason why he was doing this was out of respect for Draco and the family that so far was kind to him since he had gotten there.

"It's alright, tonight won't be so bad, I promise" she said with such an empathetic tone, that even Harry drew something out of it. She went to the door and opened. Harry just chuckled when he watched this, because house elves always had to open it in an odd way, and to see a prim and proper Diuma do this seemed extremely funny.

They walked down the halls with ease as Diuma led the way. Harry started to remember the layout of this particular area, which comforted him some how. They came to dinning room door and she paused.

"Take a deep breath Harry" she said very softly.

He took a deep breath and she opened the door. He walked in and was instantly set back on his heels.

Both of the boys said in unison "What the hell is he doing here!"

Lucius only thought was "tonight will show someones true colors"

Omg, I finished another chapter, and it's about to get interesting, booyah... Anyway I will update as soon as possible. I've got a whole winter break to work so hopefully I'll update before school starts up again. Please review and I'll respond to anything I promise. Ohhh and also if you see any typos in any part of my story or a par confuses you please just say so and I'll repost it with corrections. Hell I did it with my last chapters I'll do it with this one no problem.

-Layn