This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please don't be too strict, okay?
I hope you enjoy the story! ^-^
God, his head hurt like hell. Not that his stomach was doing any better. He wouldn't be surprised if he were to throw up any moment now. Gulping the lump that had risen to his throat with quiet an effort, he made a mental note never to apparate again unless absolutely necessary. But that could wait for later. He had other, more important matters to attend to at the moment.
Such as, a barely conscious Headmaster.
The moment they landed on the astronomy tower, Dumbledore had literally collapsed in Harry's arms. The boy was beginning to panic by now. The Professor looked deathly pale, in fact his skin had taken a sickly white color that matched the whiteness of a corpse, not to mention his obvious difficulty to breath.
"Sir, I'm going to bring madam Pomfry, I'm sure she'll know what to do." He certainly didn't want to leave the man on his own at the moment, but he knew for certain that the Headmaster was in need of some immediate medical treatment.
But Harry could only blink when Dumbledore gave him a weak shake of the head. He mumbled something, something incoherent that made Harry frown and lean closer, straining to hear.
Harry clenched his teeth. From all the people in the castle, Dumbledore had to ask for the one person he hated the most, after Voldemort that is.
"Sir, I believe that madam Pomfry is more suited for a situation like this. I don't doubt that Professor Snape is an expert on potions, but not on healing spells."
But yet again, the only thing Dumbledore did was to shake his head. Harry glanced at the man's face, biting his lip at how powerless he was. Here his Headmaster was, barely able stand on his own let alone speak and he couldn't do a single thing to help him.
Eyes glowing with resolve, Harry squeezed Dumbledore's arm, making those hazy eyes land on his face if only for a moment. "I understand, sir."
Briefly, he thought he saw a small, grateful smile tugging at the man's lips but he had no time to ponder over it. Carefully and gently, he helped the Professor into a sitting position on the floor.
"I'll be right back." he said softly, turning around soon after in search of a certain potion's master.
But apparently, someone else had already beaten him to it. At the sound of footsteps on the stair, Harry backed up, pulling out his wand and standing in front of Dumbledore. A shifting sound from behind caught his attention, making him turn his head to the side.
Eyes widening ever so slightly, Harry whirled around immediately, taking a hold of Dumbledore's arm to steady him once he had stood up. "Sir, you shouldn't strain yourself."
Dumbledore let out a chuckle at his worried tone. "Thank you for your concern, my boy. I'm afraid though that I'll have to ask you to hide yourself."
Harry just stared at him, seriously considering the idea of a concussion or something. Honestly, even in his current state the Professor was still worried about the boy's well fare rather than his own. No matter how touched Harry was, there was no way in hell he was going to leave, especially not now.
Probably foreseeing the answer the boy was going to give him, Dumbledore placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, the latter mildly noticing that it wasn't shaking as much as it was before. "Remember what you promised?"
A small smile graced Harry's features. He knew that the Professor was going to use that card on him. "Of course not, sir. Unfortunately though, that promise was fulfilled the moment we returned to Hogwarts."
Whatever answer Dumbledore would have retorted with was cut off when another person joined them. Harry could feel his eyes narrow on their own accord at the sight of the other boy, glaring at both him and the wand in his hand.
"Lost, Malfoy?" Harry said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm from his voice. He knew very well that his fellow classmate wasn't here by accident. "The last time I checked, Slytherin was on the lower grounds of the castle."
The heir to the Malfoy bloodline smirked, but Harry wasn't fooled. It was quiet obvious how shaken up the other was, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
Harry's lips curled into a smirk of his own, his wand not once leaving its target. "Something the matter, Malfoy? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you look pretty nervous."
To his satisfaction, he watched as Malfoy's wand wavered even more, a frown settling on its owner face.
"Good evening, Draco." Dumbledore said, speaking up for the first time ever since Malfoy came, his voice actually sounding normal much to Harry's surprise. "I have to admit though, you do look a little worked up, my boy."
A low chuckle escaped from Malfoy's lips, but it sounded too bitter and forced to be real. "Have you taken a look at yourself lately? You wouldn't be able to stand on your own if Potter wasn't there to support you!"
A low, venomous hiss passed through Harry's lips that earned him a quizzical look from Dumbledore. But really now, why had he done that? "Watch your tongue, Malfoy." Harry snapped angrily.
Malfoy made a sound in his throat that sounded similar to a snort. "Offended, Potter? Because I insulted your favorite? You really are pathetic, you know that?"
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "You dare call anyone, other that yourself pathetic?" The other boy's eyes seemed to narrow as well and Harry was already prepared for what he knew was coming next. The moment the word Stupefy left Malfoy's lips, a familiar blue glow had already surrounded both Harry and Dumbledore, Malfoy's spell deflecting on the shield and rebounding to the point that he had to duck in order to avoid being hit.
"Harry." The addressed person didn't risk taking his eyes away from Malfoy in case he tried anything tricky, but he still made a 'hmm' sound in throat, to signal he was listening. "There's no need for that." Dumbledore went on calmly, but Harry refused to lower his wand.
Another sound caught everyone's attention. More footsteps. Obviously, Dumbledore jumped to the same conclusion since he voiced the very question that Harry himself intended on asking. "How did you bring them inside the castle, Draco?"
Dumbledore seemed just as surprised as he was. But with a start, Harry realized what the Headmaster meant by 'them'. It couldn't be… Death Eaters? No, that was impossible. Another thought crossed his mind that caused his eyes to widen in terror. He had told the remaining members of Dumbledore's Army to supervise the castle's corridors while he was away. Did that mean they had come across with them? With the Death Eaters?
He was so caught up in his thoughts, that only vaguely he took notice of the conversation, if you could even call it that, that was taking place. And then, they came.
When the all too familiar figure stepped forward, Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from sending every curse he had knowledge of at her direction. But just because it wouldn't be wise to move from his position, it didn't mean he couldn't glare at her. And oh, glare he did.
And Bellatrix noticed. Probably exactly why that playful smirk simply refused to leave her face. Even when she walked over to her nephew and placed an approving kiss on his cheek, her eyes were glued to Harry's face all the time.
For a single moment, Harry's eyes flickered over to the other three black clad forms that trailed behind Bellatrix. He knew he should be feeling nervous about having to face four Death Eaters on his own, since Dumbledore was kind of unable to assist him at the moment, but the mere presence of his godfather's murderer was more than capable to replace the blood in his veins with cold, untamed fury.
"Don't do anything rush, Harry." Dumbledore muttered quietly, yet again successfully achieving to see right through him. Willing himself to listen to the elder man, Harry did his best to focus solemnly on taking deep breaths. In and out. In and out until he was calmer. At least as calm as one could be with a bunch of Death Eaters aiming their wands at you.
"Bellatrix." Dumbledore greeted politely, "And I see you've got company. Don't you think that introductions are in order?"
That seemed to catch the woman's attention, her pitch black eyes leaving Harry for the first time and focusing on Dumbledore instead. "Introductions?" she said bewildered, the corners of her lips rising into a sinister smirk. "I don't see why you'll need those in your little trip."
Harry's fingers clutched tighter his wand, preparing to bring up another shield if necessary. Dumbledore on the other hand merely nodded his head in acknowledgment. "It was rude of me to forget the arrangements you so kindly made. Forgive me."
It was dangerous to provoke Bellatrix Lestrange by mocking her, hell it was suicidal. And Harry knew that all too well. You should never dare so much as mess with her, but that knowledge did little to prevent him from openly smirking. His admiration for the Headmaster grew even more. Oh yes, he knew they were risking too much, but Merlin, the look on her face was priceless. The awestruck look resulting from the fact that someone actually dared to mock her. But soon, that look turned into a sneer.
When Bellatrix raised her wand torturously slowly, Harry braced himself from the green light that would follow after those two words that had taken everything away from him, the two words that had destroyed his life ever since he was only one year old. But he never expected the next words that left her mouth.
Bellatrix didn't move for quiet a while, onyx eyes glaring at Dumbledore and promising a slow, oh so painful death. And then, wand still raised but surprisingly still unused, her lips parted. "Trust me Dumbledore, you're incredibly lucky that we've got strict orders not to harm you… for now."
Harry blinked, vaguely feeling the Headmaster tensing at her words, but he had a feeling that it wasn't due to the meaning of those words but rather the hidden meaning behind them.
And whatever that was, he didn't like it one little bit.
The jolt of pain hit him so suddenly, so unexpectedly and so hard, that the startled cry that was ripped from his throat was involuntary. Without meaning to, his holly wand wavered, nearly slipping from his hand before he gained control over his body again and gripped it before it fell.
But his mind was elsewhere. He didn't notice the surprised look in Dumbledore's blue eyes, nor the momentary frown that graced Malfoy's features, not even the gleeful giggles from Bellatrix. No, he could only focus on one thing, well two if you counted the waves of pain that stubbornly refused to lessen.
The happiness was overwhelming. So overwhelming and so contagious that before he realized what he was doing, his lips had parted and he was giggling along with Bellatrix. Finally, that wicked glee seemed to subside ever so slightly only to be replaced by an insanely, searing pain.
And before he knew it, the roles had reversed. Now, he was the one leaning against Dumbledore, the hand with his wand in it clutching the side of his head from seer fear it'd split apart, and the other hand grasping the Headmaster's arm as if his entire life depended on it.
Dumbledore wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders, his ever serene expression giving way for one of concern. "Harry?" he said after a moment, his question being followed by a squeeze of his hand. The teen didn't respond though and Dumbledore could tell by his expression that the boy was focused on dealing with the pain. And then, Harry's eyelids fluttered, the boy obviously putting too much effort into an action as simple as opening them.
Hazy emerald orbs glanced around at his surroundings before they finally landed on the Headmaster's worry streaked face, and to his further dismay, Dumbledore noticed the display of horror in them.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Okay, as you probably noticed the plot is slightly different. Basically, Draco was ordered to simply stall them both until Voldemort arrived.
But now that now that he has, what's gonna happen? Chaos of course!