Author: Alyssa Keserra
Rating: Currently something like PG-13? Definitely going up in the future
Pairing: Harry/Draco Warning: none yet... except ummm i'm still new to all this so... don't expect the world Summary: A misfired spell. In the enemy's clutches. Nothing is as it seems
Disclaimer: It's all J.K. Rowling's, i'm just borrowing it to twist and maim to my own devious purposes. No worries, she'll get them back in the end.
Next one tomorrow I think
He found himself warily walking with Isillia into the 'woodland' nervously making sure to keep close to her head where he knew he was safer than at her tail.
"Where are you taking me?"
'To clean up, little one. Surely you do not enjoy being dirty.'
"Well… no… but I mean… where are we going?"
'You'll see' she hissed mysteriously before ignoring him for the rest of the journey as they went past strange magical species of plant that he had never seen before, even at the Weasley's or Grimmauld Place… not that the garden there was really worth mentioning at all. He was glad he didn't have to go back to Grimmauld Place even if Malfoy Manor was the substitute, despite its darkness every inch of that house had screamed Sirius and the loss still burned him.
The sound of rushing water brought him back to the present and he looked around to see where the sound was coming from. He stumbled realising that the ground had changed from soil to what he could only assume was marble… not that he'd had much experience with marble flooring himself.
'Clumsy child' Isillia hissed in amusement before circling back behind him and pushing him forwards towards the sound of water. Harry found himself looking at what appeared to be a wall of sheer marble and looked back around at Isillia in confusion only to find her doing the adder equivalent of laughing at him.
'Follow the wall' she said before taking her own advice and following it around to a lake that could rival the Hogwarts one… well at least from this size it could. In actual fact it was only about five metres in diameter and maybe 30cm deep, but to Harry it was an intimidating mass of water.
"I can't go in there! I'll drown!!" he said in horror looking at the tiny waves as they hit the side and the thundering water that fell from above the wall, that he could see wasn't really a wall but a circular fountain like structure with one side open to allow the water to fall into the lake in a thunderous waterfall.
'Don't be silly. No you won't. Go that way.' she said shortly pointing with her tail to further around the lake away from the waterfall. He left her curled up by the waters edge basking in the sun as he made his way around to the calmer side of the water. He carefully took off his trainers and socks some way away from the waters edge, then looked back over at Isillia and blushed furiously; was he going to strip in front of the snake?
Almost as if she knew he was thinking of her she lifted her head slowly and looked in his direction, 'You boys are such prudes,' she said before turning away again and settling back down. He carefully stripped off warily looking over at Isillia despite the fact that he doubted the snake had ever had any thoughts about cross-species mating… yuk. Walking tentatively to the edge of the marble he sat down and swung his legs over the edge so that they were submerged in the cool water. Come to think of it lake probably wasn't the best word for it seeing as it was more of a swimming pool, but whatever. Taking a deep breath and bracing himself he slid all of the way in making sure to keep one hand on the marble so he wouldn't just go under and never see the light of day again.
A moment later he realised he was being exceptionally silly and grabbed his wand to cast a bubble-head charm on himself and then transfiguring a stray leaf into a slim bar of soap that smelled of… that smelled of nothing actually and probably didn't work much either but it was definitely the thought that counts. Smiling contentedly he let himself sink to the bottom with a bit of help from his kicking hands and legs and began to wash despite the fact that the soap had almost disappeared having been dissolving all this time. In all honesty it didn't matter much, he felt cleaner than he had in ages with cold water surrounding him and nothing in his head. Voldemort seemed to be less than a speck in the distance and everything seemed so peaceful and calm here, like he could live here forever.
He began to swim away from the edge to nearer where he had last seen Isillia and let his mind wander, she had said 'you boys are such prudes' did that mean Malfoy didn't like her to see him naked either? How strange. Harry had always thought of Malfoy as a bit of an exhibitionist… 'no, no, stop thinking that' he told himself at the images his mind began to supply with that thought.
"Harry James Potter," he said aloud in his bubble, "you have gone mad. You're not even gay. You HATE Draco Malfoy. You are madly in love with Ginny Weasley". He had said that last one over and over in his head over the summer to convince himself and even now he could feel it faltering. He wasn't in love with Ginny Weasley. He didn't hate Draco Malfoy. He might well be gay if the paperboy was anything to go by and he really didn't think he was mad.
Swimming back up to the surface he realised he had swum a lot further than he had initially thought and was actually rather uncomfortably close to the waterfall, not that it should bother him so much now that he had his bubblehead charm. Looking back to where Isillia was, he went back down and swam over to her.
'You children waste much time frolicking in water' she said not even looking at him as he came up beside her and leaned against the edge of the pool…'thing'. He grinned at her immediately, recognising the almost hidden comment in her statement.
"Malfoy frolics." it wasn't a question.
She seemed to sniff disdainfully and looked down on him 'Of course not, Malfoy's don't frolic.'
Unable to help himself he laughed outright realising he couldn’t actually imagine it. "Oh? So what other children do you know to frolic in water?'
'You are too nosy.' She hissed going very still and giving him a look that said this conversation was going no further.
Harry turned around so his back was against the marble stretching his arms out on either side and lying back so he could lean back rather uncomfortably, but with the sun falling across his face rather than burning his back.
"Are you happy here?"
'Do I seem unhappy to you?'
"No… but looks can be deceiving"
He didn't get a reply and he slowly opened his eyes and twisted his head to see what she was doing. Isillia was eyeing him curiously, her tongue flickering in and out of her mouth laconically.
'He is a good master, he feeds me, talks to me, treats me well. Look around you, this has been my home ever since he was seven and old enough to know what he wanted for me. He used to come and sleep here when he was younger if he got scared or lonely, he even has a bed further up that his mother made for him when he went through a phase where he refused to sleep on silk.'
Harry flushed in embarrassment, she seemed to be going off on one and he felt intrusive knowing that Malfoy wouldn't want him to know any of this.
'He's just a child. Just like you. Too young for such worldly worries and heavy decisions. Too small. You're just children.' she sounded sad, and was looking at Harry with a gaze laden with a molten hurt, before she turned away from him and her coils began to stir.
'Come out now. Too much water is bad for you.' He stared at her shiny scales hypnotised for a moment before nodding and swimming back to his wand and clothes.
Not wanting to wear the same clothes again, he took out his belongings from his pocket; the very few that he had and enlarged them. Going through his trunk he found himself another pair of jeans, an old t-shirt of Dudley's and a fresh set of boxers before he set out before Scourgify-ing the clothes he had been wearing earlier.
'Don't bother shrinking them again, we can leave your things here as this is where you'll be staying.'
He jumped at the sound of the snake behind him before yelling and picking up his towel from the top of his trunk and holding it in front of him as he twirled around.
"What- what are you- why-look-" he spluttered.
She gave him a calm glare. 'You have nothing that I want' she hissed coolly causing a heated blush to rise across Harry's face. He swallowed heavily before suddenly tossing his head and looking her straight on as he dried himself and dropped his towel on the floor. He lifted his chin and slowly got dressed as if though she wasn't there feeling very proud of himself in the end.
'Feel better now?'
He grinned at her, "Much."