Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 48| Second Trial

A sudden wash of cold ran down Harry's spine as he prepared for the second trial. A cold that caused something inside of him to stir. It was warning him. Something happened, something changed, and everything was going to go wrong!

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. He shouldn't worry about that. Everything was going according to last time, though Victor was seeming interested in a different girl, a sweet Ravenclaw. Seemed like his type anyhow.

Wrapping the robes around him, he hurried off to see his friends... Except he couldn't find Draco. Which was odd. His beautiful Death had promised to be there for him. It scared him. Perhaps, he was part of it?

"Harry, mate, stop growling." Neville placed a tender hand on his Godbrother's shoulder, his eyes shifting about. He didn't want anyone hearing the growl.

"I can't find Draco." The raven-haired hissed, his green eyes shining like the killing curse.

The other nodded glumly, his frantic eyes focused back on him.

"I know, but you can save him."

That had quiet the growl that had been growing increasingly louder the longer they walked. Looking around, he noted that Hermione wasn't there, but the twins and Luna were walking ahead of them. They seemed to be chattering about something happily.

It wasn't long before the four competitors were at the lake's edge in freezing weather with nothing on by their swimsuits. He was at least glad they were mostly covering, and that he knew some warming charms.

He ignored the words that were being shouted, shifting nervously as he tried to keep his mind clear. He knew where they were, he could get there and save his Death...

At the sound of the flare, he dove in. The freezing water made him wince, but he shook his head from it. Being cold wasn't important. The gillyweed he had consumed not long before activated, allowing him to glide through the water with little problems.

Using his eyes, he could see the Life of the merfolk. He carefully avoided them till he came to where their precious treasures were. It was there, that he looked on in confusion.

There was Fleur's sister, Victor's Ravenclaw sweetheart, and Cedric's Cho... But then there was Ron. In this lifetime, Ron wasn't Harry's special person. No, that would be Draco. Shaking his head, he swam forward, secretly watching as Cedric grabbed Cho and moving out of Victor's way as he snatched his Ravenclaw.

He moved forward, grabbing Ron and reaching for the little girl. Of course, merfolk pointed their spears at him. He wasn't as nervous as he was last time. He knew more spells, water spells too. He narrowed his eyes onto them, letting them glow.

"His blood will taint your waters, hers will curse you."

The Merfolk hesitated before lowering their spears. They glanced between the two of their captures before nodding, snarling toward Ron.

"Get rid of the pest." The leader of the group hissed.

Harry bowed his head before zipping off with the two of them in his arms. When he neared the platform, he hurried to the surface, finally allowing them to breath the fresh and chilly air.

Fleur was at the steps, wrapped in a towel with tears streaming down her face like before. Her eyes glowed with happiness, shocked laughter slipping from her lips as she called for her sister.

As he climbed up, handing the little girl to her worried sister, he scanned the crowd looking for his Death. He still wasn't there, which worried him more than he liked to admit. He knew Draco was a powerful wizard, they both had trained and fought together! Yet, something just didn't feel right.

"Thanks, mate... For getting me out of that." Ron gasped, giving the other a wary smile.

Harry nodded his head, still looking around for a familiar blond.

"Luns, have-"

"No... I thought he would..." She trailed off, her dreamy look focusing as she looked around.

He frowned more, a stirring inside of his chest growing. It was like an animal was clawing to come out. He needed to find Draco.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed onto Luna. He needed to calm down. She wrapped an arm around him, patting his back.

After being wrapped in a warm towel, he tried to disappear to find his Slytherin Prince. However, Ron had just grabbed him, pulling him off somewhere else. He had no choice but to follow. It annoyed him, making that stirring much worse.

"Ron, where are you taking me? This isn't the way to the Dorms." He finally called.

"I just... I saw you were looking for someone..." The ginger muttered, an annoyed look on his face.

Against his better judgement, Harry picked up his pace.

"You know where Draco is?"

He got no response till they were at a door to an empty classroom. If memory served him correct, this classroom was often used for making out and sex with other Houses. A pit of dread filled his gut.

No... Draco wouldn't. He knows Draco, he has known him for nearly a century! He would never be found here... Well, maybe if Harry asked, but that is something entirely different!

Ron opened the door silently, pulling Harry in. The room was dark, but even still he could tell it was empty. Clean, but empty.

"Ron, why are-"

The old soul's words were cut off by a rude pair of lips. They were chapped and cold, filled with the feeling of hate and lust.

Without another thought, Harry's hand moved on its own. It nailed the ginger in the stomach, forcing him away with a heavy gag. Disgusted, the raven began roughly wiping his lips, but the feeling persisted.

"What the bloody hell!" He shouted, moving away from him.

Ron scowled, looking up to the bastard. He paused as he saw those green eyes, that he hates to admit were so beautiful, glowing menacingly. Scales seemed to shine on the teen's cheeks, his teeth looking a bit sharper than before.

"Why did you do that?" Stressed, the old soul ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowing. "Did Mrs. Weasley never teach you manners?" He chided.

This seemed to have annoyed the other, as without a thought, he lunged forward. Surprised, the smaller bodied wizard fell onto the ground in a daze. Crude lips were once again on his with large hands keeping his pinned. A tongue was shoved into his mouth, licking around. It tasted like stale sweets and fish.

Ron was actually beginning to enjoy kissing the brat. He was disgusted at first when Dumbledore had suggested that he try to seduce Potter, but now it was seeming alright. He quite liked having someone pinned underneath him~ Especially as a consequence for ignoring him and making him feel worthless throughout the years.

Suddenly, he found him yanked off him, bound by vines. Harry's eyes were the only source of light in the dark, red slits acting as pupils. The sound of something ripping, clothes or skin, echoed in the lonely room. Soon, there was more color, shining a deep red and emerald along his skin, like scales. No, they were scales.

Harry bared his teeth, rage in his eyes. He had been kind enough to this bastard. He had tried to help him; his brothers had tried too! Now, now it was time for a harder lesson.