Black Magic

Author: Nitasha

Disclaimer: I do not own the spells described in this story and I do not own Harry Potter. The spells belong to the respective owners of The Lucky Mojo Esoteric Archive. The tarot definitions belong to Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and whomever she shares him with.

Summary: and Zacharias felt as if they’re missing a spark in their relationship. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, they are forced to go to an estranged town where the people are tied down by beliefs, especially one; Sybil Trelawney.

Rating: M

Pairings: ZSHP

Warnings: use of actual black magic spells, mature matter, coarse language, sex, slight violence, a crazy woman, Zacharias Smith and all that other logical stuff. Please don’t take my warnings lightly and then complain to me. I take flames but if they are about any of the above…

DAY 1

Harry leaned into the leather car seat and smiled as wind whipped through his ebony hair. Green eyes sparkled with delight as his boyfriend, Zacharias Smith, sped up as they drove along the deserted rode in his convertible. Zacharias’ own curly blond locks bounced around his face alluringly as he smirked softly. Currently, the two were driving home from a visit with Zach’s parents.

Harry hadn’t enjoyed the visit all that much and from the look of relief on his boyfriend’s face, he could tell that Zach hadn’t liked it in the least. They were however his parents and as a dutiful son, he had to visit them out of a sense of obligation. Surely enough, when they arrived home, Zach would rant for a good hour then settle back into his cool façade.

The smaller boy didn’t mind it at all. It brought some of the lacking passion back into their relationship. It wasn’t as if they didn’t love each other; neither doubted the other’s affections. Feelings had nothing to do with the passion that had slowly diminished from their pairing. Harry had always felt as if his boyfriend had gotten too comfortable with Harry. Zach at times sounded as if Harry would be there for him always. This had often made the smaller boy cringe. So many things could go wrong. Their liaison could be destroyed in mere seconds if they chose. It wouldn’t lessen the love or pain but the connection they shared by name would be gone.

Zach had yet to understand this. At times the indigo-eyed man seemed far too haughty for his own good. The cynical nature and insulting persona was going to land him in trouble one of these days. Harry could just feel it deep under his skin. The world never got to see Zach. They were shown Zacharias Smith, the arrogant, critical, and skeptical bastard. No one other than Harry had managed to get away with shortening the blond’s name. The thought warmed his heart considerably.

His heart did not stay calm for long. A clank was heard from under the hood of the car and the engine spluttered and ceased. Because of the speed that Zacharias had been going at, the car did not stop but skidded along the road. Harry leaned back in his seat and clenched the armrests as the convertible swerved off the road and into a small ditch.

Harry released a shuddering breath and turned his emerald eyes onto his boyfriend. Zach seemed all right for the most part. His tanned face was pale and shocked. Harry imagined his own face looked the same.

“Zach?” Harry curled his fingers around the man’s. Zach let out a deep breath and got out of the car. Harry followed suit and walked around the black vehicle.

Apparently, the dark eyed man had been scared not for himself but for Harry. As soon as the smaller man was in arms reach he was enveloped into a tight hug. Harry returned it whole-heartedly. They had been lucky to only end up stranded in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. Worse things could have happened and the men could have been hurt.

Zach wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist securely and frowned faintly.

Harry looked back at the way they came. “There was a town a few minutes walk back. They might be able to help us.”

Zacharias snorted sardonically. “Just our luck to get stuck in the middle of nowhere, with a hick town as our only chance for help.”

Green eyes rolled at the pessimist his boyfriend was. “It’s our only option. Now come and don’t say anything rude to them either!”

They walked down the road for almost an hour before the town came into view. Zacharias smirked nastily. “What were you saying about a few minutes, Harry?”

“Shut up,” Harry snapped, elbowing the boy sharply. “I could have sworn that it was closer to the car than this.”

“And I could swear you need new glasses.”

“Zacharias.”

“All right, I’m sorry. You bloody woman.” Harry paused and glared at his boyfriend. “OUCH!” Harry uncurled his fingers and bit back a wince. Zacharias was nursing a bruising shoulder while glaring at the smaller boy. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Oh shut up, Zachy.” Harry grinned.

Zacharias groaned. “Oh for the love of…don’t Harry. I didn’t mean it.” He pulled the eighteen year old into a one-armed hug. “Please? I love you.” His eyebrows waggled suggestively.

Harry burst out laughing and relaxed into his boyfriend’s embrace. Zacharias rarely did stupid gestures or immature things. He was a sarcastic bastard for the most part. When the blond did indulge in the little child within himself, Harry felt immensely loved. Zach never showed anyone that side except Harry.

“They’ve got a garage,” Zach muttered looking at the tiny town. “I suppose that’ll do.”

Harry entwined his hand with Zach’s as they entered the town and headed towards the small garage. The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck prickled as they walked by the empty streets of the town.

“What an amazingly crowded town,” came a sarcastic grumble to his right.

Thankfully the garage showed signs of recent work, which meant that people did indeed habituate the town. A small sign hung over the door caught Harry’s eye.

Hogsmeade, Car and Engine.

“Original, isn’t it?” called out a new voice.

Harry and Zach spun around to face a gangly looking redhead. He was heavily freckled and seemed to be a genuinely nice guy. Zach was gratuitous that the man could speak proper English.

“You’re not from here, huh? My name’s Ron.” He pointed at his chest where a tag said: Ron Weasley.

“I don’t suppose we are.” Harry glared at the narrowed indigo eyes.

“Sorry about him.” Ron smiled good-naturedly. “We had some car trouble down the road from here. It’s about an hour’s walk or so. Could you help us out?” Harry asked politely with an easy smile.

“Could one of you stay here and watch the garage for me. I’ll take one of you down the road in my tow-truck and we can haul your car back here for a check up.” Ron didn’t wait for them to choose who was coming.

Zach gripped Harry’s shoulder. “Stay here, Harry. I swear if I find you gone or kidnapped or trapped in some cottage with a cannibal, I’ll murder you myself.”

Harry rolled his eyes but nodded in acquiesce. Zach wasn’t going to give up and the blond was temperamental enough without an argument fueling it. “Stay safe you bloody bastard. Don’t tease Ron either. He’s being nice enough to help us with the car, the least you could do is keep your comments to yourself.”

Zacharias pecked his lips and grinned in amusement. “I love you too, prat.”

“Go on!” Harry sat down on the ledge of the shop and waved as Zach and Ron left in a dull red and gold tow truck.

About twenty minutes later, the tow truck could be seen driving down the road. Behind it, chained securely to the truck, was Zach’s prize Corvette C6 Convertible. It was silver in colour and bought with his own money. Often Zach had told Harry how his parents were wealthy. Harry had been proud when his boyfriend had informed him that he did not want to use any of his parent’s money. The car had been expensive for his pay, but Zach had managed to attain it regardless. The car, second to Harry, was the man’s most prized possession.

He walked towards them and smiled at his boyfriend. The three men quickly unchained the convertible and pushed it into Ron’s garage. The redhead whistled loudly and admired the car.

“She’s a beauty.”

Zach and Harry waited in silence as Ron checked underneath the car and hood. He wiped his oily hands on a rag and gave Zach a rueful grin. “It’s nothing serious. I’ll have her fixed in a few days. There are some parts which I have to order, mate.”

“Thank you,” Harry replied before Zach could spit out something nasty. “Is there an inn around here that we could possibly stay in?”

“Aye, you’ll be wanting The Three Broomsticks for that. Just go down the street and look for the pub. It’s hard to miss and Madam Rosmerta is a fine woman indeed. While you’re here you could go see Sybil too. She’s like the town psychic but her stories are entertaining. Just look for the house with the candle on the porch.”

“Thanks again. We’ll be back tomorrow.” Harry once again had cut off his long time boyfriend before he could say something incredibly stupid. Zach had a short fuse and was very sarcastic. It did not take long for others to become exasperated with the blond.

Zach looked disgruntled and shot Harry a glare. He grabbed the smaller man’s hand and stalked out of the garage. Harry simply smiled and sidled up to him.

“You know you would have done something we’d both regret,” Harry deadpanned.

Zach glared at him and pulled him to a stop. “Well it’s lucky that I have you then.” Despite his offended look, Zach’s tone was sincere.

Harry pecked his lips chastely. “After we go see this Sybil person, let’s get a room at that pub.”

“Absolutely not! I refuse to spend my day in the company of a lunatic,” Zach protested vehemently.

Harry pouted and clutched the taller man around the middle. He looked up through his eyelashes. “Please, Zacharias?”

“Fuck you and your damn whining. We’ll go but, you have to do something for me later.”

Zach looked smug as he propositioned this. Harry frowned but nodded. “All right, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Good.”

They walked down the road in the direction that Ron had instructed. It was not long before they saw the house with a single, thick candle on the porch. It looked old and dusty and for some strange reason it was lit. Zach frowned slightly but obediently started towards the house as Harry tugged on his hand.

“Damn. You don’t see houses like these anymore,” Zach said, inspecting the aging wood and odd structure.

Harry nodded noncommittally. “Do you think she’s in?”

Zach snorted. “Where else would the old hag go? I don’t think a psychic would get out much especially when the only place to go is a pub.”

Harry laughed slightly and knocked on the door. He turned to Zach and gave him a stern glare. “Don’t say anything stupid.”

Zach smirked. “Wow, déjà vu. I could swear I heard you say that already.”

Harry rolled his eyes but turned abruptly as the door opened to reveal a shriveled looking woman. Zach froze and clenched his teeth to stop from commenting on the woman’s appearance. Her stick-like frame was draped in colourful shawls and a heavy musty odour of incense clung to her. Worst of all were the large round glasses on her face that made her eyes magnify making her look like a bug.

“H…Hullo, I’m Harry and this is Zach. You wouldn’t happen to be Sybil would you?” Harry asked politely, feeling somewhat uneasy.

“That would be me,” she responded in dreamy tone.

“Well Ron, from the gas station, told us about you…” Zach started saying before Sybil cut him off.

“Ah, yes. Come in my dears, come in. I will give you a reading and a spell to help your love life.”

Harry grabbed Zach’s hand and squeezed it in warning. He smiled pleasantly at the woman. “Thank you.”

She led them into her living room and motioned for them to sit on the two large cushions in front of a foot-high table. She took her own seat behind the table and pulled out a pack of cards.

“Tell me, why have you come here?” Sybil questioned as she lay three cards face down.

“My car broke down and we had to stop here to get it fixed,” Zacharias said easily.

“Good, good,” she replied absentmindedly, her eyes half-lidded. “Let’s take a look at our first card.”

She flipped over the first card and a small almost creepy grin spread over her face. “How interesting.”

Harry and Zach stared at the upright card. It was the Lovers card.

“What does it mean?” Harry looked at Sybil in interest.

“The Lovers card upright means: Harmony and union, choices to be made using intuition and not intellect. Difficult decisions to be made not necessarily about love. Some form of test and consideration about commitments. Abstract thought, internal harmony and union, second sight. Possibly a struggle between two paths.”

The two lovers looked at each other. Harry sought out Zach’s hand underneath the table and held it tightly. Zach frowned at the unusual fear in the grip. He gently pressed his boyfriend’s hand lightly. Sybil meanwhile had flipped the next card over.

The Wheel of Fortune.

“When it’s reversed it means bad luck that is unexpected. Difficulties. Delays,” Harry whispered to himself.

Sybil and Zach both looked at him in surprise. Harry blushed faintly. “I know a little about Tarot.”

“How wonderful! Youth these days should explore one’s inner sight,” Sybil said enthusiastically.

Harry bit his lip in embarrassment as his lover’s assessing look. “The third card?” Harry prompted.

Sybil hummed patiently and flipped over the third card. “Upright it is courage. Self control. The virtue of Fortitude. The power of love. Control of passion against one's baser instincts. Determination. Generosity. Strength and power under control. Energy. Optimism. Generosity, resolve and reconciliation.”

Harry frowned. What did it all mean? Was something bad going to happen to them?

Zach frowned. I can’t believe this load of bullshit is making Harry frightened. I should ruin that old hag for making him scared.

“How interesting. You have quite a path ahead of you, my dears. Quite a path.” She stood and walked around the table to sit in front of Harry. “Allow me to perform a spell I use for all the lovers who walk into my home.”

Harry nodded shakily. Sybil’s eerie eyes closed and she grabbed his hand. She opened her mouth and began reciting words, which sounded quite a bit like Latin. Her voice got steadily deeper as she spoke and they chilled Harry to the bone. Something inside him was protesting to her words. They spread like ice-cold fire over his bones and he desperately wished she would release his hand.

Zach watched in horror as Harry’s face broke out in a sweat and his eyes rolled up into his head. He wrenched his boyfriend from Sybil’s grasp held the shaking man. Indigo eyes glared at the old woman who was smiling in a way, which made Zach cringe.

“What did you do to him?” he demanded cradling Harry to himself.

Harry for his part slowly regained control of his body. He clutched the shirt in front of him desperately. “I want to leave, Zach. Please, I want to leave, now.”

Zach nodded and helped Harry to his feet. “Watch yourself, you miserable old hag. If I find out you did something to him I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Sybil stood abruptly and glared. Her eyes flashed and a strange wind caused her stringy hair to blow about her face wildly. “You’ll regret ever threatening me, boy. What I did to him will only help him in the future.”

Harry tugged at Zach’s arm. “Come on, let’s just go.”

The older male nodded and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist before leading the shorter man out of the house. Once they were quite a distance from Sybil’s house, Zach stopped and turned to face a much calmer Harry.

“What was that all about?” he demanded, looking furious.

“I…I don’t know,” Harry admitted. “When she started speaking in Latin it felt like something was burning me inside. I freaked out and it got worse.”

Zach scoffed. “Are you sure you weren’t imagining it?” He was doubtful of things, which couldn’t be proved like magic. Harry for his part understood that and did not bother arguing with him.

“Maybe. I still felt really weird,” Harry whispered.

Zach gathered Harry into his arms and held him tightly. “Hey now. It’s all right. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won‘t let it.”

Harry smiled lovingly and looked up at Zach. “I love you, Zacharias.”

Zach smiled. It was that special smile again, the one smile, which made Harry melt. “Back at you, midget.”

“Hey!” Harry cried out, eyes dancing with laughter. Their trip to Sybil’s was erased from their minds as they continued down the road towards the Three Broomsticks, laughing and talking.

There was indeed a Madam Rosmerta there who greeted them warmly. Zach thankfully did not make much of a fuss with the inn’s arrangements. They were given a small room above the pub that suited them just fine for a couple of days. It was relatively cheap as well so Zach had more than enough money on hand to pay for his car and the room.

Rosmerta led them to a table after they paid for the room and brought them dinner. “Have a nice night, boys. I’m here 24/7 in case you need me.” She beamed at them then left them to their dinner.

Zach and Harry examined their surroundings and ate quickly. They were eager to get to bed and sleep. The day had been long and horrid to them.

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Harry yawned and snuggled up next to his boyfriend. “I’m sorry.”

Zach blinked. “It’s all right. You can pay me back another time.” He smirked when Harry lightly punched him. “All right, all right. You don’t have to keep your end of the bargain.”

Harry grinned and rolled on top of Zach. He smiled coyly. “What if I want to keep it?”

Zach groaned and wrapped his arms and legs around Harry, effectively preventing him from rolling off. “Then I have no objections.”

Harry chuckled and kissed Zach deeply. They moaned and rocked slowly. Harry pulled back from the kiss and lay his head against the other’s chest. Small whimpers emerged from his lips as Zach bucked into him and ground his hips.

“Zach,” he breathed. “I’m so tired.”

Zach stopped and blinked. Harry seemed to have fallen asleep on top of him. “What the fuck?” he whispered. He groaned and gently maneuvered Harry off of him.

The blond looked down as his erection and swore. “Fuck, Harry.” He grabbed himself harshly and quickly jerked himself off while staring at his sleeping love. “I don’t care what you say in the morning, you definitely owe me for that one,” Zach mumbled as he spooned the brunet.

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Harry’s eyes fluttered open. He needed to leave. He needed to go to that place. Silently, stealthily, Harry slipped out of Zach’s hold and started walking for the door. His feet and body moved of their own accord and it was almost as if he were in a trance. Just as his hand reached out for the doorknob a voice stopped him.

“Harry?” Zach groaned, sleepily. “What’re you doing?”

Harry turned the doorknob.

“Harry!” Zach said louder this, confusion lacing his tone.

Something akin to recognition filled Harry’s emerald eyes. He blinked once, then twice before sliding to the floor. His body trembled violently as he attempted to gain some control over himself. What was happening to him? First that spell and now sleep walking? Why was he acting like this?

Zach bolted out of bed and dropped next to Harry. He cupped the other man’s cheeks and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know, Zach. I don’t know. I didn’t even realize what I was doing or where I was going until you stopped me. It was almost like I was sleep walking.”

Zach scowled. “I really think that bitch got to you. There’s nothing wrong Harry. It was all just your imagination, love. I swear to you that I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Harry looked at him with worried eyes. “I don’t know if you can make that promise.”

“I already did,” Zach snapped. “Come back to bed. I’ll hold onto you tightly for the rest of the night so that you can’t get away again.”

Harry nodded and stood. He crawled underneath the covers and flattened himself against Zach. “Don’t let go of me.”

“I won’t.”

DAY 2

When they next woke it was quite late. They quickly got dressed and had an early lunch before heading out to the garage. The entire time there, Harry had yet to let go of Zach’s hand. This new physical development was interesting to say the least but Zach did not mind it all. No matter what he had told everyone, he loved it when Harry touched him. It did not matter if it was sexual or something as simple as holding hands. It was comforting for him.

Ron grinned and waved at them when he saw the two approaching. “Did you get to the pub all right?”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Thanks for helping us.”

“No problem, Harry.” Ron smiled back.

Zach tried not to let his jealousy show. Inwardly he growled at the redhead and glared. How dare he smile at my Harry so intimately? Zach thought vexingly.

“You all right, Zacharias?” Harry asked concernedly. It was obvious Ron thought the name funny, but withheld his comments.

“So, you lads go see Sybil?” Ron asked, changing the subject before Zach could pick a fight with him.

“Yeah,” Harry answered quietly. “She did a reading for us and said an incantation of some sort. Could you tell us more about her by any chance? She seemed a little…”

“Insane?” Ron finished. “Yeah, she gets like that when she sees people. As for the spell, well she usually does that when a couple goes to see her. The older people who live her say that she uses black magic.”

“Do you believe the?” Harry had sat down on the ledge of a workbench and looked up at Ron intently.

“Well yeah. Her spells really work. Some people are scared to go near her because they work while others love her because she’s done so much good for them.”

Zach scoffed. “There is no such thing as magic. That Sybil hag is just another daft cow who has inhaled the smoke of one too many incense sticks.”

“Zach,” Harry reprimanded. “Don’t be so rude.”

Ron glared. “Listen to your boyfriend, you never know what could happen if she heard your words.”

“What will happen?” Harry asked, suddenly alert.

Ron sat down next to him, a bit too close for Zach’s comfort. “Well the last person who insulted her was found crippled a week later. Only a handful of people believe that he fell down the stairs by accident.”

Harry shivered and stood. “I want to leave this town.”

“You can’t, at least not for another four days,” Ron said. He placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I think you’ll be all right here, just don’t insult her or get on her bad side.”

Harry bit his lip. “Thanks, Ron. I appreciate it, really.”

He turned to Zach. “Could we go back to our room? I don’t feel so well from yesterday.”

Zach looked angry but he nodded all the same. Zach fell in step with Harry as the man walked quickly towards the pub and slung an arm over his shoulder. Harry looked at him and smiled faintly.

Harry had sat down at the foot of the bed once they had returned to their room.

“What is it now?” Zach stood in front of Harry with his hands on his hips and an annoyed expression on his face.

“There’s something wrong with this town, Zach. I can’t stay here, please let’s leave. You can get the car towed back to our house and get it fixed there,” Harry insisted.

“I’ve already paid for it to be fixed and they’ve already started working on it, baby. There’s no way I’m calling a tow truck now.” He knelt in front of Harry and drew him into a hug. He didn’t know exactly why he was being so caring to his boyfriend, but seeing him in this terrified state weakened his resolve.

Harry closed his eyes and forcefully pushed Zach away from him. The taller man landed on his arse with an oomph.

“Listen to me! There’s something wrong with this town, I can feel it. We should leave, Zacharias! Please…” Harry couldn’t continue his sentence as he found himself being pulled to the ground by his enraged boyfriend.

“I don’t know what you’re so worked up about, Harry but we are not leaving,” Zach growled.

Harry elbowed him in the gut. “Don’t think that I won’t leave without you!”

“I’d like to see you try. You would back out of it before the car even arrived!” Zach yelled.

They continued to rage at each other and eventually ended up fighting violently. Harry flipped Zach off of him and punched him hard. Zach pulled Harry down and crushed his lips to equally bloody ones. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise but he quickly lost control and submitted to his lover.

They frantically gripped each other and ripped off what clothing they had on. Harry whimpered in need as Zach roughly prepared him. His legs were raised over Zach’s shoulders as the man thrust into him. He screamed out in pain but didn’t stop the other man. The pain slowly ebbed away and all that was left was pure pleasure. Harry dropped his legs and held onto Zach for dear life.

“Please, please…” he moaned.

Zach bit and sucked at the flesh presented in front of him and slammed him hips forward in an effort to get even deeper. Harry threw his arms around Zach’s torso and sought purchase by digging his fingernails into the skin of his back. Angry strips of red scratches decorated the pale back.

“Zach,” Harry whispered.

The blond roughly fisted Harry’s prick. It did not take long for the both of them to climax. Their bout of frantic sex had worn them out and before they knew it they were sleeping peacefully on the wooden floor of their room. Luckily, no one outside the room had heard more than a crash, which they had just put off as something being dropped. The wooden walls were apparently thick and blocked sound rather well.

For now that didn’t matter because for the first time in months, Harry and Zach had finally displayed passion that rivaled their first few months together. They had been missing it as of late and if a little blood was what it took to arouse such fire then perhaps it wasn’t so bad that they had gotten stranded in such a weird town.

DAY 3

Zach woke up first the next day. He winced. His entire body was horribly sore. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head slowly. The events of the previous night came crashing back and he could help but smirk. Harry lay beside him, on his side. From Zach’s position he could see a little bit of dried blood just outside the abused hole. He frowned. Harry was going to have a most uncomfortable day when he woke.

Carefully, Zach stood and lifted Harry into his arms. He carried the still sleeping man to the bed and lay him down gently, on his side.

He can sleep for an hour longer, Zach thought decidedly. He got dressed and lay down next to Harry. The smaller man immediately curled into his boyfriend and hummed in approval. They lay together like that for another hour, before Zach woke Harry.

“Morning, love,” Harry said tiredly. He tried to sit up but fell back onto his side with a grunt of pain. His green eyes widened as he too remembered what had happened the night before. “Shit. I’m going to hurt all day,” he whined.

Zach laughed but caressed the abused arse. “I’m sorry for being so rough, last night. But…I think you enjoyed it anyway.”

Harry moaned. “We haven’t had sex like that in months. God, it felt good.”

Zach rolled on top of Harry. “Oh, and does that mean these past few months have been unbearable because we weren’t fucking like a pair of rabbits?”

Harry bit his lip and blinked innocently. “I wouldn’t say unbearable…”

Zach latched onto his neck and slowly licked the length of skin.

“No, definitely not unbearable,” Harry breathed. “Be gentle this time, I don’t think I can walk as it is.”

Zach grinned. “That would mean I get to keep you in bed for all day.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Don’t even think about it!”

Zach’s laughter echoed throughout the room even as he slid off his pants and obtained a small pot of lube from his bag.

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Harry leaned into Zach as they walked around the town lazily. People waved to them as they walked by and offered wide welcoming smiles. Harry had waved back while Zach chose to ignore them. He apparently did not like the residents of the town because of the few he had met so far. Harry thought that the man was blowing the whole Ron and Sybil incidents out of proportion. Yes, Harry had figured out that Ron’s lack of personal space concerning him had caused Zach to become jealous. It was rather funny in his eyes.

Harry shivered as they walked past Sybil’s house. Zach abruptly stopped and pointed to a small figure of Sybil who was setting up candles and incense sticks around a clearing. None of them were lit.

She turned to look at Harry. “Hullo, dear. Anything on your mind?”

Harry furrowed his brow. “What you do, is it really black magic?”

Sybil’s smile turned sinister. “I was wondering how long it would take before you found out.” Her knowing, evil, opaque eyes met Harry’s.

Harry grabbed Zach’s sleeve and pulled the boy in the opposite direction.

“We’ll be gone soon, Harry. Don’t worry about it,” Zach said softly.

Harry nodded.

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That night when Harry opened his wallet to withdraw some money for dinner, he noticed that Zach’s picture, which was always in his wallet, was missing. He thought nothing of it. It might have fallen out.

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Harry’s eyes shot open. His body moved on its own, away from Zacharias. He did not make a sound as he left the room. No one seemed to notice him as he walked out of the pub and down the street of the town. His mind was not in its right function and Harry did not realize that he was outside much less walking straight towards the clearing that Sybil was in that morning.

He stopped once he was just outside the clearing and stared. Sybil went around lighting the candles and incense sticks before turning towards Harry. She crooked one finger and beckoned him towards her. For a moment he felt uncertain and that was all it took for him to be free of his trance.

He looked shocked at the scene. How had he gotten here? Where was Zach? What the hell was Sybil doing? These questions were pushed aside with little difficulty as his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He foolishly did as the witch asked and stepped into the circle she had made. She sat him down inside the very centre of the circle.

“Sit still, boy. You might learn something,” Sybil said, voice husky and compelling.

He did as he was told and sat there even as she recited a spell. Even as he tried, Harry could not bring himself to move. He listened to her words carefully and memorized them for the future. Harry did not know exactly why he would need a spell in the future but so long as his instinct went along with it, he would too. She smiled crookedly at him and spoke instructions as she prepared the spell. It was almost as if she wanted to teach him the spell.

“This spell will inflict serious pain and sores on thine

enemy after a period of 3 strange days, after which the spell

is placed, and he is made to suffer.

“Take a black candle and place a picture of thine enemy in

front of thee and tilt the candle so the wax drips upon the

would-be victim in the picture. Visualize the wax burning

sores into the body of thine enemy. While doing so, recite

the following 3 times...

“As I do this candle spell

Bring mine enemy nights of hell

Candle black, black as night

Bring him pains of flesh tonight!

“Lesions on his skin will grow

Afflict him with a painful blow

Sores and pain afflict him now

After 3 nights he'll wonder how

“Dukes of darkness, Kings of hell

Smite mine enemy, bring him hell

When 3 nights of have passed

Make him hurt, make it last

“After sitting and thinking about the sores that this will

infflict thine enemy and the pain he will suffer, thou

mayest then extinguish the candle.”

A/N:

à I modified the “Three Nights of Hell” spell a bit.

Harry blinked rapidly as his senses flooded back into his body. He shot to his feet and backed away from Sybil.

“You’ve awoken,” she cackled.

His heart was hammering in his chest. What the hell had he done? What did Sybil’s spell mean? Would it work? He did not stick around for an answer. Harry ran as fast as he could, mind jumbled and out of order. He couldn’t think right now all he could make out was that he needed to get to Zach.

DAY 4

Harry burst into their room and saw that Zacharias was waiting for him. Immediately, he ran into the shocked man’s arms and held him tightly as he sobbed out incoherent sentences.

“Calm down, Harry. I can’t understand a thing you’re saying,” Zach said, eyebrows drawn.

“Sh…she cast some sort of spell over your p…picture. Zach, we really need to leave this town.”

“Wait…what?” Zach sat down on the bed and pulled Harry into his lap. “I still don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Harry. I was shit scared when I woke up to find you gone and now you’re rambling about some spell. Just take a deep breath then ease my fears and tell me you’re not hurt in any way. After that you can tell me all about this spell.”

“I’m not hurt,” Harry said apologetically. “I…I don’t know what happened. I think I was sleep walking again. When I woke up, I was sitting in this circle of candles with Sybil. She was reciting this spell and I saw your picture in the middle of the circle. From what I can remember the spell said something about three days of pain. I’m not entirely sure.” Harry looked up at his boyfriend. “Zach, what if this is all real. What if her spell will really hurt you?”

Zach wasn’t listening to Harry’s concerns however. His eyes were narrowed and burning with hate as he hugged Harry tightly. “How dare that bitch try and fuck with you. I swear I’ll kill her, or at least sue her! Fucking psy…” Zach dropped Harry and doubled over in pain.

Harry was on his feet in an instant, holding him upright. “Zach,” he breathed. “It worked. Oh god, it worked. Zach!” Harry shook the blond as he cried out in pain. “Stop it. Please, Zacharias. You’re scaring me,” he whispered before dropping to his knees, arms still around Zach. Too much pain could make a person go insane and that was probably what Sybil was trying to do.

It took a few more minutes but by then Zach was unclenching his fists and breathing deeply. The pain had resided for the moment and Zach was worried.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked.

Zach nodded shakily. “Yeah, I’ll be all right. I’m more curious than hurt. What was that?”

“It’s the spell.”

“Harry.”

“No, Zach,” Harry snapped as he paced in front of his boyfriend. “It has to be that spell. She said you would be in pain and look at what just happened! We only have two more days before the pain will intensify until you go…insane.”

“But…”

“We need to find the counter curse for it. Please don’t argue with me on this. I know it seems unreasonable but trust me. I can feel it in myself that something is very wrong with this town and with you. Help me find a counter curse and if the pain keeps up after we recite it then feel free to do whatever you wish,” Harry pleaded.

“All right.” Zach glared. “If I prove to you that this spell stuff is nothing but the ramblings of a mad woman then will you swear never to bring it up again?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go and ask people around the town what they know after we get some more sleep,” Zach reasoned as he slung an arm around Harry’s shoulders and grinned.

“Arse.”

Day 5

“Ron!” Harry called out as they approached the gas station.

The redhead crawled out from underneath a rusty pickup. He smiled at Harry and waved him over. Zach trudged behind him, irate and cross. When his boyfriend had wanted to ask the townspeople about Sybil, he had not thought that the first person they would speak to would be Ronald Weasley of all people. Life is so very unfair, Zach thought icily as he watched Ron stand and lean far too close to Harry for his liking.

Ron didn’t notice the hatred thrown in his direction, as he was preoccupied with telling Harry everything he knew about Sybil, which wasn’t as much as he let on. “I think you should go see Madam Rosmerta. She has an archive on the town and there’s bound to be information on Sybil there.”

“Thanks, Ron! We’ll go check it out right away and please tell us immediately when the car is ready.” Harry waved and walked back over to Zach who had taken to leaning against a wall.

“I heard everything,” Zach said, before Harry could explain. He entwined their fingers together and pulled the man down the street towards the pub.

Not many people were outside which meant they were either in that pub or at home. The day did seem rather bleak and Harry thought that he would normally not want to go out either on a day like that. Zach didn’t seem to care about the weather and was more focused on proving Harry wrong so that they could relax.

They entered the pub and saw that it was once again jam-packed with people from the town. They really didn’t have anything else to do with their time. Both Harry and Zach found that sad as many of the people in the town could have found work in one of the bigger towns and made themselves useful to the community. An easy simple life where one does not need to worry is what these people wanted but could they really spend their life in a pub just gossiping about each other and what was in the papers?

“Madam Rosmerta!” Zach called out to the woman as she walked past them to deliver a young couple their drinks.

She handed them their orders and kindly smiled at Harry and Zach. “What can I do for you boys?”

“We were wondering if you would let us look in the town’s archive?” Zach said, politely. Being himself was not going to get them anywhere.

“Whatever for?” Her tone had lost its friendly touch.

“Ron recommended it to us during our stay. We don’t really have anything else to do so it’s worth looking at,” Harry explained with a sheepish expression.

Instantly a smile lit up Rosmerta’s face again. “Bored you say? Well you won’t find anything of much importance in that archive as our town really isn’t much. You’re welcome to look however.”

“Thank you,” Zach said, inclining his head.

“The room is in the pub, just follow me and I’ll show you where.” She looked around and nodded. “They should be fine for a minute or two.”

Harry eagerly followed her towards a room in the far end of the pub. Madam Rosmerta took a key out of the folds of her dress and unlocked the single door there. It opened to reveal a staircase, which led down to yet another room. “The door’s unlocked so you shouldn’t have any problems. I’ll be shutting the door behind me but it will remain unlocked. If for any reason it does lock, I’ll come back in an hour to check. All right, dears?”

“Yes, thank you again,” Harry said, already heading down the stairs.

Zach followed quickly, his mind whirling with unease. He grit his teeth as a wave of pain washed over him. Luckily the door has closed already so the occupants of the pub did not see Zach fall to his knees and cry out. Harry hurried to his side and held him as the bout pain passed. When Zach was feeling better, he noticed the determination in his boyfriend’s eyes had gotten stronger.

They had been searching for almost an hour when Harry found something. It was an old newspaper clipping with Sybil’s picture and an article on witchcraft. It was a smaller article that held no significant information, causing Harry to frown. Zack had found something as well. It was a small book that had been shoved into a cramped compartment behind some of the newer books. On the cover was the name Trelawney.

“Harry,” Zach called out, never looking away from the black book.

“What is it?” Harry peered around his frame and scooted closer to inspect the dusty tome. “Trelawney…isn’t that her last name?”

Zach nodded. Harry took it from him and flipped through it. “It’s a spell book!”

Harry bit his lower lip nervously then shoved the book into a tear in his jacket. Zach looked at him incredulously but a glare from his boyfriend stopped him from commenting at all. They hurried out of the room, thanked Madam Rosmerta and praised her for the accomplishments of the pub they had read about in their search. She blushed and sent them on their way with a large smile.

Once they had made it a good distance away from the pub Harry pulled out the book. Wasting no time, he checked for a counter curse. The book closed with a snap when Harry found none. An aggravated cry escaped his lips, causing a familiar redhead to stop his journey and double back.

“Harry! I didn’t see you there!” Ron yelled out, friendly grin on his face.

Harry smiled weakly, forgetting to hide the book. Zach noticed and attempted to divert Ron’s attention. Unfortunately, Ron noticed the book and blanched.

“Where did you find that?” he asked shakily.

“It was…” Harry began.

“Never mind.” Ron shook his head. “It’s best if I don’t know. We folk don’t read those books and you would do well to do the same. Black magic is dangerous and Sybil is dangerous. She’s the only one they say who has managed to successfully curse people. Be careful around her, I think she’s taken an interest in you Harry.”

“Is she a stalker?” Zach snarled, immediately alerted.

Ron scoffed. “Hardly. But I can tell you now that she likes something in Harry.”

Harry shivered. “Thanks, Ron.”

“Sorry,” Ron apologized half-heartedly, causing Zach to bristle inwardly. “Anyways, you guys ought to come to the pub tonight around 10. We’re having our monthly story telling night and it’s usually good fun.”

“We’ll be happy to join in,” Harry said politely, knowing they had nothing better to do. He didn’t have any leads on the spell either so that was put on hold as well.

Zach sharply looked at Harry but, thankfully, didn’t comment.

Listening to Dumbledore’s stories later that evening turned out to be more enjoyable than Zach thought, but he was still annoyed with his partner.

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Harry bucked into the hard body pressed against his own. The bed under him squeaked lightly in protest but they paid it no attention. Zach licked down his exposed throat, humming in pleasure at the soft mewling response returned. His fingers made their into Harry’s mouth, thoroughly enjoying the heated suction they received.

Zach removed the heavily coated fingers and pressed them into Harry as he hungrily kissed the man. Tongues tangled and teeth clashed painfully but they ignored it in favour of the pleasure in their lower regions.

“Zach,” panted Harry, eyes hooded as he arched into the sweaty body on top of him. “Give me more.” He held his legs to his chest, exposing himself entirely.

Zach nodded obediently, eyes focused the tight arse of his beloved. Guiding himself with one hand, he pressed the tip of his erection to the puckered opening.

“Please,” Harry cried out, pushing back against the leaking organ.

Zach nearly lost what control he had at the plea. He pushed forward, groaning lowly when his sizeable prick slid in with little resistance. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Harry agreed, twisting his hips with a hiss.

They laughed lightly as pressed their lips together in hopes of remaining silent in case one of the other residents heard their nightly activities. It felt like they were kids again, trying to screw in their parents’ house. Harry smiled at that thought and snuggled closer to Zach as the thrusts grew less frantic and more tender.

“I hope you know just how much I love you,” Harry whispered, caressing his cheek. “We’ve lost something in our relationship and with all that’s happened, I’m glad that we’ve regained it.”

“Yes,” Zach agreed. He slipped out of Harry and lay on his side instead before thrusting back in.

They held each other tightly, cherishing each other with slow passionate kisses and loving strokes.

DAY 5

Harry woke up frightened. He had enjoyed himself too much last night and had forgotten that him time was running out. He knew that there was a curse on Zach, no matter how much the other man denied it. Harry looked at the time and swore. He had until midnight if he had calculated correctly. The spell would begin at that moment.

“Zach, wake up,” Harry said, gently brushing Zach’s hair away from his face.

Zacharias’ eyes fluttered open, bleary and aching. “Lie down,” he muttered, tugging at Harry’s arm.

“I need to go see Dumbledore,” Harry replied, shaking his head.

Zach sat up slightly and fell into Harry’s lap. “Sleep first, need more sleep.”

Harry smiled. His fingers began to thread themselves through blond hair. “I’ll go see Dumbledore and in the meantime you can get some more sleep. Okay?”

Zach hummed vaguely, eyes already closing. Harry laid him back on the bed and tucked him in before preparing to leave.

“Mr. Dumbledore?” Harry cleared his throat out of sheer nervousness.

Dumbledore looked up from his drink at the pub and smiled warmly at him. “Sit down, my dear boy.”

Harry sat down and smiled at him. “I had a few questions if you don’t mind.”

Dumbledore’s brows furrowed. “Walk with me to my home? It is safer for such discussions and nearby as well.”

Harry nodded quickly and stood. The walk was rather short to Dumbledore’s home as he lived only a block away from the pub. The elderly man opened his door without unlocking it. Harry blinked but did not question the disregard to caution.

“I have something to show you,” Dumbledore said, his steps further into the house determined and sturdy.

Harry bit back a gasp. On a rickety perch sat a beautiful gold and crimson bird.

“His name is Fawkes,” Dumbledore offered. “He will guide you much better than I can.”

“What?” Harry turned his attention away from the bird.

“He will take you to Sybil’s home.”

Harry bit his lip but nodded, accepting the help. How a bird would help him, he did not know. At this point however, Harry did not want to anger anyone else in the town.

Dumbledore whispered something to Fawkes and the bird flew from his perch, out the window.

“You must hurry, he will not wait long.” Dumbledore chuckled. “I’m afraid he’s rather impatient.”

To Harry’s surprise, Fawkes led him to Sybil’s house. The candle was still there, burning steadily. He knocked on the door a few times and received no response. Groaning to himself, Harry entered the house, not surprised when the door was unlocked. The house was sweltering hot, even while Sybil was not there, the incense was lit and spread around the halls.

Harry made a face as he explored the home, eyes sharp and worried. He did not know when the witch would be back or what the consequences might be for breaking into her home. Despite this, he could not abandon his search. Zach was in danger and that was all that mattered to him at the moment.

There was no telling time within the dusky atmosphere of the house, but Harry believed himself to have been searching for an hour at least. A jingle of bells alerted Harry to the fact that Sybil was home. He looked around frantically for Fawkes suddenly realizing he had yet to see the bird since they had arrived.

No time to wonder about the bloody bird, Harry reasoned, shoving himself into a closet. There was no way he could escape undetected so he would have to hide until Sybil left again.

Hiding was futile, Harry soon thought as Sybil’s shadow neared him. The door opened and a gleeful looking witch jerked him out. He struggled from her grip but it was too late and her hand swung an iron at his head. Dazed and in pain, Harry fell to the floor.

Sybil leaned over his fallen frame and pulled heavy ropes from the closet. Harry screamed inwardly. She had known what was going to happen, it had been a trap! Had Dumbledore known as well? He blinked up at her as she tightly wrapped the rope around his body. Harry’s eyes closed.

“You’re far too nosy,” Sybil muttered, glaring at Harry as he woke. “Why are you here, Harry? Your lover should be the one to suffer, not you. He was the one who dared insult me.”

“He didn’t mean it! He was just worried about me,” Harry quickly said, hoping to persuade her into releasing Zach from the curse.

“NO!” Sybil roared, covering her ears. “THAT BOY WILL DIE FOR HIS INSOLENCE!”

Zacharias looked down at his watch and pursed his lips. Where the fuck was Harry? He had slept in but even after waking, there had been no sign of his boyfriend, so he had decided to go check up on his car. He sent a side-glance at Ron who was fixing his car. The process was almost done and he was prepared to leave the damn town but not without Harry. The prat had said he was only going to talk to Dumbledore.

Worry gnawed at Zach and he clenched his teeth in frustration. Harry would hear about this when he returned. Zach looked down at his watch again. He decided to go look around for Harry after grabbing a bite to eat. It was already 10pm and he had yet to eat that day. Grumbling to himself, he was irritated that he had slept until 4pm. His body was unusually exhausted even after his long rest.

Zacharias looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. He only hoped Harry was all right. Setting off at a brisk pace, Zach went to Rosmerta’s.

The pub was full and noisy when he entered. Zach let his hope rise slightly as he looked around the pub to see if Harry was there. Disappointment ran through him when he saw that his boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. To his surprise, Dumbledore was there, nursing a drink.

Zach stormed over towards the man but was stopped by Rosmerta. “Sit down, dear. I’ll get you some food. I know you haven’t eaten today!” She shook her finger threateningly.

Biting back a harsh comment, Zach obediently sat down and ate the large plate of food she brought him. He finished quickly, determined to talk to Dumbledore before the man disappeared. After finishing and gulping down some water, Zach hastily thanked Rosmerta.

Lucky for him, Dumbledore still remained in the pub. Zach hurried over towards him and tapped the man on the shoulder.

“Do you know where Harry is? He told me earlier today that he was going to speak to you.” Zach sighed and repeated the message when Dumbledore’s eyes focussed a bit more.

“He left for Sybil’s house earlier today,” Dumbledore informed him.

Zach felt the blood drain out of him. He didn’t think twice before tearing out of the pub towards the woman’s house. His eyes fell on his watch. 11 pm. Harry had been with that witch for almost 10 hours! His breath came out ragged even as he sucked in his pride and knocked on the front door politely. He had to calm down, perhaps Harry was safe and had only forgotten about the time.

Zach quashed the warnings that blared off in his mind when no one answered. Zach barged in through the door and looked around carefully, eyes searching for Harry. His eyes widened when he saw a frightened looking Harry bound and gagged in the living room.

“Fuck!” Zach swore, rushing towards the man.

Harry was shaking his head fervently and crying out, words muffled by the gag. Zach dropped to his knees before him and tore the gag off.

“Watch out!” Harry screamed, but it was too late.

Sybil raised the bat and slammed it down on Zach’s head, causing Harry to cry out in agony for his boyfriend. His body shook with sobs. Please be all right, Zacharias, oh God, please, he thought desperately.

Harry watched Sybil as she shoved Zach into a chair lined up behind him. He struggled to see what she was doing but saw rope trailing away from the chair. She was tying him up as well.

“This is the ultimate punishment.” Her voice was whimsical and deadly and that more than anything, terrified Harry.

“I will untie him, dearie. Don’t you worry, I will!” Sybil cackled. “Once the curse starts working, I’ll pull him out in front of you, dearie. I’ll let you watch him go crazy from the pain. Oh yes.”

Zach stirred, blinking rapidly as he tried to regain his bearings. A thin line of blood streamed down his forehead and he struggled a bit before tiredly slumping back into his chair. His cold hands sought out Harry’s and gripped them in comfort.

Sybil smiled thinly and left the room. She had to prepare for the spell as it was almost time.

“Zach.” Harry gulped. “Are you all right?”

“I think so,” Zach croaked out. “Are you?”

Harry tightened his hands around Zach’s. “I love you, Zacharias. Please remember that.”

“I love you too, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t believe you. Today, I’ve been getting these small bursts of pain and now I think I’m finally starting to understand why. This is all my fault,” Zach whispered. “I won’t let her hurt you, Harry. I swear, I won’t let her…”

“Let’s try and escape?” Harry whispered, a small amount of hope returning to him.

Zach nodded, forgetting that Harry was unable to see him. They worked at Harry’s rope, tugging at the knot and attempting to loosen it. One of Harry’s hands slipped through the rope, inducing burn but freeing him. Harry quickly released his other hand and held the rope up behind him, managing not to shake when Sybil entered the room.

In her hands were a large tome and a stack of candles. She sneered at Harry and turned her back on him to set the materials down. Harry jumped up from the chair and grabbed the nearest thing, a lamp, and smashed it over her head. She fell to the floor limply, unmoving. Harry was unsure whether she had simply been knocked out or whether she was dead but he didn’t care.

Harry quickly untied Zach and they embraced tightly. “We need to find the counter curse!”

Harry pulled the tome from underneath Sybil’s prone body and flipped through the pages until he found the spell that he had been present for. His eyes searched the page frantically and lit up when they located the counter curse. Harry pulled down Zach’s wrist and looked at the time.

“Shit, it’s already 11:45!”

Harry scanned the list of materials and swore when he saw that he needed the original photograph that had been used.

“Zach! Light up those candles and place them in a circle!” Harry ordered quickly as he rushed over to Sybil and searched her for the photograph.

He trembled as his hands dug deep into her pockets and came out with the picture. There were runes drawn over the border and strong words of hate written on the back. Harry shook his head and picked up the tome, running over to the circle of lit candles. Zach watched him intently, standing a bit of a distance from the candles. He did not know what was happening, but Harry did and that was enough.

“11:55,” Zach called out, alerting Harry.

Harry panted and set his palms down flat on the floor as he leaned forward and began reading the counter curse.

“Farewell nights of pain endured

I lift this curse, rest assured

Darkness leave him, go away;

The curse is lifted now…”

“HARRY!”

Harry ignored the shout and looked at the page in shock. The last word…was blotted out. Sybil surged forward and knocked into him. Harry kicked out at Sybil and wrapped his fingers around her neck.

“What’s the last word?” he yelled out. “WHAT IS IT?”

Zach’s cries intensified and Harry shook horribly. “FUCK YOU! TELL ME!”

Day 6

Zach fell to the ground and let out an anguished scream.

Sybil only smiled and struggled harder. Her flailing arms knocked over the nearest candle and the book caught fire. Harry punched her hard enough to knock her out once more and looked at the burning book. He couldn’t ignore Zach’s screams as he searched for a word, any word. Away…away…away…what rhymed with away. Harry looked down at the book again.

“TODAY!”

“Farewell nights of pain endured

I lift this curse, rest assured

Darkness leave him, go away;

The curse is lifted now, today!”

Zach stopped screaming and fell limp. Harry coughed as the fire spread and the smoke thickened. He crawled over to his boyfriend and saw that it was 12:01. Had he made it in time? Harry hastily wiped at his tearful eyes and dragged Zach out of the house. Once they were a safe enough distance from the house, he collapsed next to Zach. He vaguely recognized Ron running towards them then realized that Sybil was still inside the house. A small bitter smile formed on his lips before he passed out.

Day 7

Harry woke up on a bed in hotel room. What had happened? Had everything been a dream? He sat up and touched his aching head then looked beside him and saw Zach. Harry gasped and gently touched the bandage around the man’s head.

“Not a dream,” Harry said into the empty room.

Zacharias stirred. He looked up at Harry and sat up quickly before lying back down with a moan of pain.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked, concerned.

Zach nodded. “Just sore.” He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. “The pain…it didn’t go on long enough to hurt me more.”

Harry nodded shakily and flung himself into Zach’s arms. “Can we leave? Please?”

Zach sat up and kissed Harry deeply. “We’ll never come back.”

“Thank you,” Harry muttered, resting his head on his chest. “I love you, I really love you. I realized it more than ever that I’ve been neglecting my love for you over these last few weeks.”

Zach held Harry tighter. “You aren’t the only one, Harry. I’m sorry as well. I love you more than anyone else will ever realize.”

Harry smiled widely and kissed Zach passionately. They held each other a bit longer before getting ready to leave the damned town.

“Thank you,” Zach said with a nod, when he inspected his car. “How much do I owe you?”

“$250,” Ron replied, scratching the back of his head.

Zach nodded. “In cash?”

“Cheque is fine, we folks don’t use them fancy card systems,” Ron informed him.

Zach nodded and quickly wrote a cheque for the redhead. Harry smiled at Ron, causing him to blush.

“Thank you again, for everything,” Harry said genuinely.

“You’re w…welcome,” Ron stuttered out, still blushing.

Zach glared at him and drew Harry possessively to his side. “Take care, Weasley.”

Harry shook his head in exasperation and sat down in the driver’s seat, ignoring Zach’s raised eyebrow. “You aren’t in any condition to drive, now hand over the keys.”

Zach huffed but obediently gave Harry the keys and sat down in the passenger’s seat. They did not give the town a backwards glance as they tore out of it’s dirt roads and dusty atmosphere.

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Dumbledore stopped in front of Sybil’s house and smiled crookedly. He looked down at the black candle that had survived the house’s demise. The wind picked up around him and the flame of the flickering candle at last went out.

THE END

A/N:

I’m finally done this story. I’ve been working on this slowly for a while now, ever since I decided that I wanted to do a Hollywood horror! Tell me what you guys think. I personally enjoyed writing this and found it to be extremely fun. Clichés are definitely fun to exploit when you’ve got an idea just itching to be told.

I apologize for any typos. I didn’t get a beta for this and I probably missed quite a few mistakes myself, so please forgive me.

ENJOY!

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