The Last Waltz

The Last Waltz

Chapter 3

Two nights later as always I cornered you in the hallway, but definitely not for the reason you thought. I stood there and you waited, your arms at your side, appearing vulnerable, but really en garde. I watched you in the shadows as the whiteness of your hair glowed under the darkness of the hall. You took out your wand. "Lumos," you whispered and your wand tip lit.

"Well?" you asked, eyeing me with a confused expression.

"I'm not waiting for the last waltz anymore, at least, not with you...I have a destiny to fulfill."

The smile that formed on your face was pale and cold. "Oh? And what destiny is that...to peter away into nothing but a once grand legend that people were stupid enough to believe."

I returned the smile with one of my own. "No, to become a new legend, a real one; one that makes sense to believe in."

"You couldn't possibly. You're not your own, Potter; you're mine."

"If I am yours already then there's no need to want me anymore. You have what you want...and I want to go after what I want...goodbye..." I moved to walk away.

"But you want me!" you cried, your voice was desperate, angry. Now I understood fully.

I turned back to look at you. I looked for the malice in your gaze and it was right there where I left it. "Yet, I don't need you, quite the opposite actually. I'd do better without you."

"No! That's because you don't have me!" you shouted.

"Better keep your voice down," I muttered blandly.

"Potter, you stupid prat, don't you see? If you fight, he fights more."

I started. "What?"

"You can't beat him," you hissed. "I know what everyone tells you and I know first hand...you of all people cannot beat him without dying yourself. You're too closely connected and he-he wants you to believe that you can. It'll be the end of you to believe it!"

"Then what am I to do?"

"Drop this silly idea that you are it, the one, the best thing that's happened to the Wizarding World 'cause you're not."

"W-what about the prophecy?" I was losing faith in everything I believed in.

"The prophecy..." you murmured, "destiny is a boulder in the path of life, you either walk around it, try to walk through it, attempt to climb over it, or sit and wait for it to move out of your way. Either way, its never on your side."

"What was your destiny then? Why are you a Death Eater?"

That shut you up and I knew then that trusting you had to have been the stupidest thing I have ever done. "Things seem to be going well for you because you followed your destiny; it's just a shame that my destiny is to get rid of the likes of you. I'm not doing this anymore, I can't. We are nothing, you and I. It was just me clawing my way for you and you watching me drink you in as I died slowly. You could have defeated me, but that's not my destiny and the funny thing is...I don't think it was yours either."

You watched me, you looked helpless and seemed to be thinking of ways to change this and make it go in your direction again. I decided to end your misery then and just walk away. I turned and began down the dark passageway.

"Do not walk away from me, Potter!" you called after me, "Don't you dare walk away from me!"

"What are you going to do about it?" I called back, not looking at you.

I felt the spell hit me, but I hadn't heard you say it. Walking away from you, yeah, that was dumb. Yet, you'd think that they'd have put up charms which would sense dark magic, but no, we were still here alone in the corridor all alone and I lay shaking on the floor, recovering from the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. I shook because that had been a stronger one as opposed to the ones I had encountered in the past. I remember what Bellatrix Lestrange had told me about feeling being the root of the power of the Unforgivable Curses. You had felt everything in that one and I had received the brunt of it.

You walked over and stood above me, one foot on either side of me, then you went down and straddled me. "Nox," you whispered. We were alone in the dark now and all I saw was blackness and all I felt was the heat of your breath on my cheek. I was in shock; I couldn't move or speak, just shiver and shake.

"Don't bother speaking because I want you to hear my voice clearly. It'll be all you'll hear for a little while." You're fingers caressed my face, but I shrank away. "You are at the point where you are nothing without me. You've come in too far, Potter, and now, as I said, you're mine. I will do with you as I like."

"Why me?" I coughed, too weak to struggle.

"Why," I could hear the smirk in his voice, "you're Harry Potter, that's why."

I felt your hand begin to undo my trousers and I shuddered. Your hands then slid and pushed my shirt up to bare my chest. I whimpered as your hot, wet tongue traced circles over my nipples. You pressed yourself against me and I felt you, you were hard and at that point I was too. The friction that connected us would have made me buck against you, but your weight was pressed on me and I couldn't even move.

Then you kissed me and I would've yelled if you hadn't covered my mouth with your own. You slipped your tongue into my mouth again, but I wasn't going to take this from you. I bit down, hard and a strangled yell echoed through the hall. The cut off your tongue began to bleed into my mouth and I let go, your blood trailing down my chin. You sat back on me and I could hear your ragged breathing as you checked your tongue.

"Bastard," you swore and you grabbed my arm and bent it over my head. I curled my fingers in desperation. Why couldn't you let me be? Your nails dug into my arms and I could only groan in the pain. You thrust against me and I cried out in surprise as at the same time, your nails dug deeper and I felt them go into my skin. The blood was warm compared to the dark hallway we lay in and it slid down off my arms and onto the floor and I moaned as the heat of you pressed into me and you thrust again and again as your nails drew blood. I stopped breathing from the united pain and pleasure. I wanted to push you away from me at the same time as hold you closer and press myself against you. I could feel the heat of your breath and I inhaled your breath as you brought your lips once more against mine. They pressed lightly and I didn't dare meet your tongue as it forced its way into my mouth nor as it brushed the top of my mouth and played against my teeth. I only scrambled about as we pressed together harder and harder. You were still kissing me and I couldn't breathe. I gasped and grappled, but you continued devouring my mouth with your own. I tried to bite down on your tongue again, but you moved it safely out of the way and merely smothered me. I was coming, but I wasn't breathing. I could feel the mounting pressure as I began to buck into you and push my hips into yours and I shuddered at the sounds of pleasure you made.

The hall was silent all for my strangled gasps and your heated moans as we pushed into each other. I couldn't breathe.

With a last rush of adrenaline, I pushed you up off of me as I rolled us over and I rubbed my cock against yours a few more times before I came and spilled. You came hastily after. I was gasping and blood drenched the both of us. It was all over your hands and dribbling from both our mouths. I rolled over and away from you, spitting out its coppery taste.

We lay side by side, my blood drying around us. I couldn't move because I was still bleeding and I burned from the torn skin on my arms. I glanced at you. You lay there, spread eagled, your lips open and moist as you breathed and breathed.

My throat hurt and my chest burned from not being able to breathe for that long. If one has ever held their breath for that long. I felt the tears begin to sting my eyes and I scrunched up my eyes and felt them burn down my cheeks like boiled water. I felt the sobs enter and I began to shake again, shuddering with my sobs. What were you fucking doing to me?

I heard you scramble to your feet and for a moment, I wondered if you had left without a sound, but I squinted in the dark and I saw you, standing over me. Your figure was like an outline in the light of the lit hallways far off. The world we seemed to have left behind.

I stared up at you.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" you whispered.

I kicked at you, but you stepped back. "You're a sick fuck!" I ground out between my teeth.

You laughed and knelt down near me. I lay back, not able to fight anymore. You raised a corner of my shirt and you wiped the blood off of your mouth. "I may be a sick fuck, but I'm a damn good fuck as well. Of course, you can tell people that too."

I twisted away from you with the last of my strength. "Get away from me."

You stood, your chuckles cutting into me like knives. "Get away from you? I suppose you'd like to be left alone. Maybe someone will come and find the hero of the Wizarding world. A teacher, perhaps? Oh, wouldn't that be rather funny. Professor McGonagall walks by and finds the Harry Potter, bleeding, clothes torn, and a little bit messed in the nether regions. What will they think?"

I looked away.

"Well, I will leave; only because you asked, Potter, but of course there's just one more thing I have to do..." you trailed off and I knew you were looking at me.

You were going to say the incantation and I knew it. I also knew the strange power it had when you said it. I just couldn't place what it might be doing. I turned and grasped at the wall. "Don't say it!" I cried.

You were still looking at me. "Why ever not? It's just a harmless poem."

"I'm not stupid, you prat! It's dark magic; don't cast any curses over me!"

"No, I don't cast any curses over you because any curse that I could say would be over you already. You're a cursed man; a cursed boy. You have no hope and I-can only offer you a place to belong."

I stared at you.

"I offer you possession. My possession. Although, at this point it has ceased to be an offer and has more become....an essential, shall we say. Need I say the words or would you like to say them. You can say them too, you know."

"What do they mean?"

"Everyone finds out in due time. Go on, Potter, and say them."

"No!"

"Then I'll say them..."

"No!"

You laughed again and I wanted to hurt you so badly.

"Another you and me

Another revolutionary heavenly romance

Waiting for the last waltz.

And so it seems

You won't find the solution

confusion leads the dance

we're waiting for the last waltz."

You walked away from me, and I didn't watch you leave. I just curled into myself and hugged my wounds, hoping the before dawn I could make my way to the dormitory and find some way to heal.

I had to find some way to heal because those wounds were not the only one's I had to deal with. I was suffering spiritually and mentally and the words swirled about my head all that evening. I made it only half way to the dormitory but when I saw how the blood left droplets after me and how I was shaking. I just couldn't do it. I collapsed right in front of the infirmary and there I was found by Madame Pomfrey the next morning, but I was sure that you had followed me as I had crawled and clawed my way up those stairs and along those walls. You had been watching. How did I know? Well, because I'm Harry Potter.

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I sat up, gasping for air, the remnants of the nightmare clouding me. Blood being forced down my throat as I scrambled from the demon that held me down. The green light that blinded me again and again appeared and sucked my soul from my mouth.

Two soft but firm hands pressed me back down on the bed and I cried out in fear. I blinked but everything was fuzzy and blurred. I could see the sunlight, but I couldn't feel it. It was coming from some place near me, but it was so far away. I scrambled about and I felt several more hands hold me down. I was so cold, but I felt smothered.

"Harry, it's OK, Harry. Wake up, Harry, it's us!" I heard someone say and I relaxed and looked around. I still couldn't see, then I felt someone touch my face and my glasses were slipped over the bridge of my nose. I adjusted the arms over my ears and looked about me again. I saw Ron and Hermione, both sitting on either edge of the bed and then Madame Pomfrey leaning over me, concern in her expression.

"Just stay put, Mr. Potter, those wounds are still closing."

I winced and lay back and gave a watery smile to all three of them.

"Oh, Harry, what happened. When you never came back last night Ron came and got me, but we couldn't place where you were..." Hermione seemed to burst out. "I thought it wasn't possible for me to be any more frightened, but last night when I heard you were gone, I thought..." she trailed off again, the fear in her eyes being replaced by tears.

Ron reached an awkward hand and pressed it on her shoulder in comfort. I pushed myself up despite Madame Pomfrey and made a firm decision. "I need to talk to the both of you," I said firmly, glancing at Madame Pomfrey, "....alone."

She gave us a grim smile. "All right, I get the picture. Just yell if you need me, but don't yell because there are other students in here trying to rest."

We all smiled at her as she gathered her things and moved off toward her office. Then the both of them turned abruptly and eyed me. Hermione had a rather severe look on her face that made my thoughts backtrack for a short moment and Ron simply looked nonplussed.

"Harry, this better have something to do with what you were doing lying in the hallway bleeding!" she pointed out, her eyebrows drawing together.

"Yeah, we want to know what happened...really. Madame Pomfrey said that you had nail marks all over your arms and some of the blood that was on your face wasn't even your own."

I looked at them nervously then at the flannel beddings surrounding me. "We'll talk about that later, but first I need to ask you something, Hermione."

"Yes?" she nodded, her eyebrows drawn very closely together.

"What do you know about dance magic?"

They exchanged looks and Hermione looked reflective for a bit before she looked at me, her mouth a thin line. "It's ancient. Hardly anyone uses dancing anymore as a curse tactic."

"Curse?!" I exclaimed and then regretted it as the wounds on my arm seemed to sting in protest.

"Well, yes, it's so powerful that it was automatically considered dark magic. It dates back to the 1600's when...er...dark wizards would use the power of dance to lure muggle noblewomen into thralls which take the worst of things to bring them out of. There are a number of different curses to do with the dance; I'll have to look them up for you, Harry."

"Could you do that?"

She paused. "I'd go now. but I'm still curious to know why you were there in the hallway like that?"

I looked at Ron who looked almost as firm about as Hermione. "You have to tell us, mate; no more of this keeping stuff from us. You've never done it before this year; don't start up now."

"He's right, Harry, we want to help and we know that you want us to help. That's why you should tell us," she pleaded, her brown eyes hardened and soft at the same time.

I glanced between the two of them. I shouldn't tell them. It would only hurt them to know what I had gotten into without them knowing. I should have let them know from the beginning. It might have stopped it all from the start, but now...I know that there was no way that they could possibly help me. Still...better to lose them because I trusted them then lose them because I didn't.

"I think-you know that dance magic-I'm-"

"You're doing dark magic, Harry?!" Ron exploded

I frowned at him and Hermione hit him on the arm and he smiled apologetically.

"This dance magic...I think that I'm being affected by it because...someone's doing it to me."

Hermione leaned forward. "Are you completely sure, Harry, I mean-how do you know?"

"Yes, more than sure."

"How are you sure?"

My eyes flickered at Ron, who looked suddenly alarmed. I suppose it was my expression. "D-Draco," I could only get out. I could only flinch at their sudden expressions of surprise and horror triggered the worst in me.

"Oh, so you mean...those dances-oh my God, Harry," Hermione gasped, her hands over her mouth.

I nodded plaintively.

"That bastard!" Ron exclaimed, his fists grabbing at the sheets beneath him. "I knew he couldn't have been in that for nothing."

I looked at Hermione suddenly aware of how much I needed her help. I took her hands in mine. "That is why you have to find out the anti-curse that will break this spell he has over me. You don't understand what it's like, Hermione, I need him like I drink water. I thirst for him again and again, but I want to stop drinking! I do! He has me, Hermione, and he knows it."

She gave me a frightened nod and extricated her hands from my grip and stood. "I think I saw the book in the library for this. I-I'll just run and fetch it."

She picked up her book bag and rushed out of the infirmary, shutting the door with a snap behind her.

I swallowed, tired from that rush of sudden emotion. I don't know what had come over me, I just knew that I wanted out of this once and for all. I absolutely had to get out because he was taking me and I began to realise it as the moments ticked on. I looked at Ron who was still sitting on the side of the bed. He looked still alarmed and maybe a little ill.

"Er..."-he looked about awkwardly- "...anything I can do?"

I removed my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "I don't think so...there's nothing even I can do."

He nodded and looked away again, a bit disappointed. "I just..." he trailed off.

I looked up at him again. "What?"

"I don't like seeing you like this," he said softly, still looking determinedly at the beddings.

I frowned. "Like what?"

"Remember what I said about you being the hero and stuff-well, that was true. We depend on you, you know. You're holding me together anyway. I think of Percy, you know, being tortured and I wonder which of us is next. I've seen so many of us all start falling to pieces. Mum's not doing well and she casts accusations at every corner and dad-well, he can't keep on like this, trying to calm my mum down at the same time as keep the panic to a minimum. Harry, I don't know what I'll do if you don't defeat Vo-him soon; I really don't know."

My mouth fell open as I saw Ron pass his arm over his eyes with his sleeve. I pushed back the covers and slipped out of the bed just so I didn't have to sit and watch Ron like this.

"Damn these allergies," he coughed, choking back a sob and wiping his already red eyes again.

"I'm real sorry, Ron," I muttered, not really knowing why I was apologizing. I just knew that somehow that this was my fault somehow. How dare I sit there and think that the world didn't need to be saved. How dare I watch my friends suffer like this and shrug. How dare I let Ron be broken enough to even cry. I was so upset with myself and upset with you that my rage boiled within my blood and I felt my fists clenching. I was going to kill you. I was going to take you by the neck and wring what life you had left out.

Crash!

We both started and I looked at the basin by the infirmary bed. It lay in pieces on the nightstand and we both knew that I had done that. I glanced at him and he, at me. We broke into grins, the both of us and Ron made a sound of self-scorn. "How could I be so stupid. I know you're not going to die on us. I mean, look at you-you couldn't lose if you wanted to."

I gave him a small smile, wishing that I believed the same. It was almost an awful comfort, you know, for someone to think I was so invincible. The person who knew me better than anyone else believed I was invincible. You might call it stupid and ignorant, but I call that loyalty.