An Eventful Quidditch Match (HP) (Drarry) (COMPLETED)

chapter ten

When Harry awoke, one of the first things that caught his attention was the fact that he was completely bound to the table he rested on, unable to even tilt his head. The second, perhaps more jarring thing that he took note of was the memories of what led up to his capture.

The figure in the cloak who had the aura of Jackson Smith, the way he just knew.... and speaking of, where was the dark-arts brat? Harry tried to look around, but that proved a fruitless effort. The room was completely and utterly dark.

Suddenly, a wand cast a lumos and Harry was able to see, but only his capture, who looked a mixture of who they were disguising as and what Harry assumed to be Samuel himself. Was the Polyjuice potion he was using wearing off? It must be. Harry could not fully recognize who they were disguising as, though.

"Hello, Harry," the voice sounded like a feminine one he had heard so recently, but it was overlapped and strange. "I'm so sorry I had to capture you. It wasn't part of the plan at all."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he found himself gagged. The figure gave a giggle.

"I was on the way to the Headmaster's office," he continued, "because I have a secret compartment in there where I store the polyjuice. But apparently I had not arrived quickly enough. Some of my disguise seemed to have fallen through already, I could see in your eyes you noticed my aura of dark. Oblivating you right there would've been a much simpler solution, but it slipped my mind I suppose. Nonetheless, before you're released back into the world, you won't remember a thing."

Harry struggled againist his bonds again, to no avail. He watched as the deformed person walked over to a small desk, where a small vial of disgusting looking potion sat. The figure uncorked it, chugging it down in one fair swoop.

His apperance began to change, and Harry felt his eyes widen.

Hermione.

Jackson, disguised as Hermione, walked over to him, pulling out his gag. Harry gasped for breath. He wondered what to ask, what to say.

"I bet you're wondering who I am," he said. Harry wasn't, he already knew that this was the guy Pristina told him about. Jackson Smith.

But that made him realize something- Jackson didn't know that Harry knew. He didn't know that Pristina was taking residence in his head and telling him shit. That was good, perfect, thank the fucking lords he had that going for him.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"I am a very powerful dark wizard," Jackson said, "Before my prime, I went by Jackson Smith. But now, oh dear Harry, now I'm so much more than that. I have been for some time."

"How long," Harry rasped out, "have you been pretending to be Hermione?"

Jackson shrugged. "Sometime toward the end of your seventh year. A couple days before you killed Voldemort."

"Since I won't remember anyway, can you tell me how to break the spell?"

"Gladly!" Jackson chuckled. "If you say 'I hate you' and mean it to Draco, the one I've so perfectly selected for you, then you'll be free. Memories restored and on your merry way. But if you say 'I love you' and mean it then, well..." he did not finish, breaking off into uncontrolled laughter.

Harry got his point though, and his eyes widened in realization- Hermione could've had the opportunity to curse him during the game, Hermione pushed suspicion onto everyone but Draco so they'd be closer, she said she ordered a book that she never mentioned again and everyone had all but forgotten about- would it ever even arrive?

"Where's actual Hermione?"

Jackson grinned. "That's for me to know and for you to never hear." Jackson hummed. "I didn't set this up all alone, you know. I had a little help from one Madame Pompfrey. Not that she meant to, but it's very hard to resist complusion charms that someone as powerful as me cast, you know."

Harry frowned. "Why did you do this?"

"All will be revealed in good time," Jackson said with a smile, "Now, I'll give you one last piece of information that I have just been dying to get off my chest before I erase this entire event from your memory."

Harry sighed, resigned. "Go on."

Jackson seemed to soak up his defeat with joy. "A week before the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort became concerned he would not win the war. And as such, he created me. For insurance, Harry."

Harry stared, shocked. "You're.... you're a...?"

"Yes, Harry!" Jackson exclaimed, "I am Voldemort's eighth and final horocrux!"

Harry did not know a lot about Voldemort, but he knew enough to realize that this Smith guys as big, big trouble and he needed to get out right now and tell Draco and anyone who can help-

Except. Except he can't, can he? He won't be able to tell anyone about this new information because he won't be able to leave this room remembering it.

Jackson raised his wand. "You'll see my true form again soon enough. Things are set in motion that cannot be undone. Until then, Harry Potter, ta-ta. Oblivate."

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Pristina watched through emerald green eyes, sudden joy overwhelming her at an unjoyful situation. Jackson had made his final mistake, she was sure of it.

As long as Harry doesn't confess love to Draco before he falls asleep again, everything would be fine. Pristina was sure of it.

Jackson fucking Smith, she thought, you've lost.

a/n
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