Harry Potter and His Mate (Drarry)

Chapter 3 (3)

A/N: It's BACK!!! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages, the story disappeared for some reason, even though I still got comments and I couldn't find it. Although I had already planned out the whole story by the time I had realised it was gone (on paper thankfully) so it's highly unlikely I'll drop this. Without further ado!

The twins opened the door to see us standing in the now prank preparation room. The walls were filled with pigeon holes containing prank ingredients and some blank areas with hooks suspending bags.
After several minutes of goading and pleading, we gave the room's location to the twins to help their pranking. Merlin helps us all. After the twins left the now dubbed, room of pranks, I tried two more times to find the portrait. Founder's classroom opened to show a largely empty auditorium and I am Slytherin's heir which I said in Parseltongue opened to show the door to the chamber of secrets, which we hastily closed.
"I give up Dray!" I threw my hands up in the air out of frustration. "We must be missing something, or read something wrong!" I pouted, storming down the hall my arms crossed over my chest. Draco's laughter followed me through the halls until I neared the Great Hall where I grabbed his arm for support. I swayed my way over to the Slytherin table, Draco supporting me all the way.

The children were whispering to each other with excited giggles, causing my empathy to drown out Draco's reassurances and comforting words. I focused on Draco's hand rubbing circles on my back as we sat at the table. 'When did we sit down?' I thought woozily. 

My empathy suddenly halted to a dull murmur, I looked up and noticed that Dumbledore had called the hall to attention.
"I would like to remind you all that spellwork is forbidden in the halls." He glared at Fred and George here, which I found highly amusing considering all the things they got away with when they were Gryffindor's. "And that pranking if caught will land the ones responsible in detention." The Slytherin's all cackled at this, quite creepily if I'm perfectly honest and the Gryffindor's glared mutinously with murmurs of revenge and justice being spouted by senseless sheep.

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"Iced truffles," I said to the headmaster's gargoyle and walked up the winding staircase, that deposited me before the Headmaster's door. The office was as messy as I remembered it being. Dumbledore sat at his desk ruffling papers. I noticed the lack of Fawkes presence and wondered just how someone like Dumbledore managed to keep Fawkes around.
"Harry my boy! What do I owe the pleasure to?" I could feel magic probing into my head. I had always been bollocks at Occlumency, but my magic sensitivity made it an agonising experience to have my mind even lightly probed. I clutched my head cringing at the pain, my knees suddenly feeling weak.

I want to change houses.
I want to change houses.
I want to change houses.

"I want...you called..."

I want to change houses.

"Home... Sirius... Draco... Fred... George... Slytherin..."

I want to change houses.

"Transfiguration... Meeting... Ron... Room... Charm..."

I want to change houses.

"Pain... Fear... Deer... Hurts... Dad?... Help..."

I realised I was on my knees tears falling from my eyes, I couldn't drag my eyes away from the headmaster's, all I could feel was a pain. So much pain. Agony. I just wanted it to stop! I screamed and could faintly hear the portraits causing a ruckus, hehe ruckus is such a weird word... I felt darkness encroach on my mind and I lost consciousness.