Rescuing Darkness

Chapter Seventeen

Draco watched his semi-anxious mother as she ate. After Pot-Harry left the room, Severus whispered something and walked in the same direction. Merlin, he wished he knew what was going on.

He glanced at his father for a moment. With Harry's slight change in loyalties, the elder Malfoy would be quick to get on the boy's good side. Draco knew that that was exactly why the two had walked in together.

The only one that Draco had a hard time reading was Professor Lupin. After Harry's departure, he gave a small worried look, and then his face became completely blank. Draco hadn't known him long enough to interpret the mask.

He looked at his mother once more. She was reigning in on her anxiousness now, but Draco could still see traces of it in her eyes. Whatever she had planned hadn't exactly gone that well.

Draco sighed and pushed his plate away. There was no way he would be able to eat with this mystery on his mind. Besides, he had a letter to write anyway.

"May I be excused, Father?" Draco waited for the slight nod from the elder Malfoy. He then left the room as quickly as smoothly as possible.

He headed for his rooms but then took a detour to Harry's.

He knocked once then turned the doorknob. The room was unlocked, of course. Po-Harry wouldn't have enough sense to lock it. Stupid Gryffindor. He found the boy asleep in his bed. Even better. Draco closed the door and locked it. This time he would talk to Harry uninterrupted.

"Harry." He nudged the sleeping boy.

"Hmm?"

"Harry we need to talk." Draco sat down on the bed, as he watched the raven-haired boy sit up. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks when he saw that Harry wasn't wearing a shirt. When had Harry gotten so hot? "Um shirt… please?"

Harry looked down then quickly covered himself with the sheet.

"So…uh… you wanted to talk?" Harry said.

"Yeah. What's going on with you and the Dark Lord?"

Harry blushed and looked away. "Well, we sort of did a bond that was different than expected."

"Like what?"

"Like… we can't be too far apart from each other for too long or we'll start feeling pain. We can hear each other's thoughts and feel each other's feelings. We also feel the constant need to please each other, and we can share our magic with each other."

"Wow." Draco stared at the smaller boy.

"Oh yeah, and if one of us dies, so does the other."

"Ah." Draco understood now why the Dark Lord was so angry with his mum. "Well, it could be worse."

"It sort of is." Draco noticed a blush tint Harry's cheeks.

"How?"

"We have to have sex."


Voldemort Apparated as far as he could without killing himself. Honestly, he had just wanted to check the boundaries of the bond. He was already feeling irritated that he had to let Harry go back to Dumbledore. Harry was his now; he should be able to keep the boy as long as he wanted.

Of course that wasn't possible, and the Dark Lord knew it, so he was forced to come up with another plan. Thus, the checking of the boundaries.

He got…what? Five kilometers from the manor before he started to feel that telltale emptiness spread deep inside him. Now, Lord Voldemort was never one to give up easily, so kept going until he until he started to feel pain.

This landed him in a small village about sixty kilometers away from the manor. This he could work with.

Voldemort let a smile touch his face for a moment, then wiped it clean. He felt someone staring at him and not in a very comfortable way. He turned to see a very scantly clad woman gazing lewdly at him.

"Can I help you?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh I think that I might be able to help you." She took a step forward, and Voldemort used all of his strength to not step back. She kept walking until her hands were on his chest and moved her face close to his. " I could…show you around if you'd like, handsome. You're obviously not from around here." Voldemort felt her breath puff against his face.

What the hell? He thought.

He hesitated in pulling out his wand and cursing her. This was a muggle village after all, and it wouldn't do well to attract unnecessary attention.

So, he settled with peeling her hands off of his chest, and politely telling her to go away. Did that stop the skank? No.

"Are you sure that I can't be of any assistance, handsome?" She tossed her dark brown hair over her shoulder and gave the Dark Lord a seductive look.

Damn, she's worse than Bellatrix.

"Positive." Voldemort replied with a slight sneer.

"Okay then, sweet stuff." Voldemort was a bit relieved when she began to walk away, but before she left, she she grabbed his chin and kissed him.

That's it.

"Avada Kedavra." The Dark Lord smiled as the slut's body hit the ground. "Incendio." He watched the body burn to ashes and Apparated back to Slytherin Manor.

He was glad when he felt the familiar presence of Harry's soul settle back into him. He definitely needed to find the boy quickly.

Voldemort followed his instincts to find his bond mate. He ran into Severus on his way.

"Oh, My Lord, your back." The Potions master gave a curt nod to mask his surprise.

"Yes, Severus. I've only been gone for a few hours." Merlin, he was irritated. He needed to find Harry soon.

"I'm sorry, my Lord, I just didn't expect you back so soon."

"Why not?" The Dark Lord stared into the eyes of one of his most loyal followers. "Were you planning something?"

"No." Severus voice was firm, but that didn't quell any of his suspicions. Merlin, he was paranoid too. "It's just that I just requested that Mr. Potter take a nap."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Well then I'll just have to wake him up."

"I don't think that would be wise, my Lord."

"Are you questioning me, Severus?" Okay he was being extremely irritable and paranoid at the moment, especially noting that that last bit came out in Parseltongue.

"No, my Lord." Severus got the deal and bowed before him.

"Leave."

"Yes, my Lord." The Potions Master was quick to exit, and Voldemort continued his quest to his bond mate.

He stopped at Harry's room and found it locked. The Dark Lord growled, but before he could get an unlocking spell out, the door burst open.

"Tom!" Harry immediately enveloped him in a warm and tight hug.

"Harry." Voldemort saw the young Malfoy in the room, but he didn't care. He grabbed Harry's faced and kissed him hard.

He was quite disappointed when he felt two small hands push him away.

"What?" He asked, but Voldemort could felt hurt and anger welling up through their bond. "Harry?"

"YOU BASTARD!!" And that's when he felt the door slam in his face.


A/N: And thus ends another wonderfully short chapter of Rescuing Darkness. I'm evil, I know, but what can I do?

Sorry to the two people I said that I would like to be my beta. I'm just too impatient and lazy to do it at the moment. (Plus my email is being a turd right now.)

Hopefully I will get better at the updating thing, but my schedule is a little too hectic at the moment. Thank you all for sticking with me.

Oh and I got back from MEGACon. It was so freakin' cool, and I am so broke right now.

Well Ciao, and I'll draw a pic for my 300th reviewer or write a oneshot of his/her choice.