Draco blushed with pink cheeks before he composed himself and continued on, "I thought that you had nowhere else to go during the holidays, and rather than spending the holidays here… Besides, mother and father would love to meet you, especially concerning your reputation."
Harry thought about it for a few seconds. He knew the Malfoys had a good selection of books- ones that were quite heavily focused on the Dark Arts and some forbidden books. It would also be a good use in his research, in trying to find something that would bring the Dark Lord back, but also give him more sanity. He knew somehow the Dark Lord lost himself during his rise of power, and he had no idea what his condition was. It would also do him some good to gain some allies and some more inside information as the Malfoys were close, and it would give me a chance to celebrate his first proper Yule.
…
The Christmas cheer in the air became pronounced as the days bore on. People were anxious to get away from the classes, and became more of a ruckus. Potter became more of a nuisance when it was starting to get closer to break, which Harrison just stood there, flashing his emerald eyes at him.
During the last class of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harrison noticed that there was something off about Quirrell. It wasn't the fact that he had someone hanging off the back of his head, but Quirrell was more pale and shakier. Any sound made Quirrell jump, and his stutter became more pronounced, stuttering every other word.
He wondered what had happened during the span of a few weeks. What exactly went on behind closed walls? Thoughts filled his mind, trying to figure out what had happened to Quirrell, but he came up with no reasonable explanation. It also meant that no one was going to find it suspicious if he had a small discussion with the Dark Lord as no one would want to talk to teachers especially this close before the holiday break.
That night before curfew, Harrison headed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, making sure no one was following him. He opened the classroom's doors and noticed that Quirrell was busy packing
Quirrell noticed him and started talking,
"W-What c-could I h-h-help you w-w-with M-Mr. P-P-Peverell Sly-Slytherin?"
Harrison rolled his eyes before he spoke coldly,
"Give up the act… Let me talk to him."
"I don't know who you're talking about," Quirrell said rather quickly.
Harrison sighed; he knew Quirrell wasn't going to give up the Dark Lord's location that easily and was going to have to play his game.
"The Dark Lord? I know you have been housing the Dark Lord on the back of your head."
"Very well."
Quirrell turned around and started to unwrap his purple turban. The Dark Lord peered back at him, a little more than a wraith with red, cat-eyes slit starred at him.
"What do you want, child?" The Dark Lord hissed.
"This is what you've been doing too; the Dark Lord latching onto a Professor in hopes to get your body back?" Harrison mused.
Dark Magic filled the air, and the red eyes flashed with anger; Harrison smirked. He knew this was a dangerous game to be playing.
"Why you insolent brat… I should kill you right now," the Dark Lord seethed.
"You can't… It would offer too much suspicion and I'm pretty sure you don't want the old fool to question you more," Harrison told him calmly. "Besides… I would be better off alive being useful than dead, as you may know."
"What could you offer me?"
"Information."
"Like what?"
"You do realize it's a trap in getting the stone? Dumbledore knows that you're in the castle, and he wants to lure you to the stone so he could vanquish you," Harrison said. "I'd suggest leaving the castle, find a new host as I'm pretty sure the current one is no longer useful."
"What about the stone?"
"Simple… It'll take a little time, but getting the stone shouldn't be too hard. The matter of finding you again, but shouldn't be too hard."
Harrison stood at the edge of the platform, amidst everyone who was heading home for holidays. Small snowflakes fell from the grey sky as he watched the unorganized chaos before him. Draco stood next to him, in his winter black cloak, his breath forming a small mist in front of him, teeth chattering. He cast a warming charm on Draco in which Draco gave a small smile in return.
He caught Saeviour's eye. It wasn't hard as he was the only glasses wearer and his black hair was sticking up in every direction, before he looked away. He was not in the mood to deal with Saeviour as he was only going to bring trouble.
"Where do you think you're going?" His eyes caught sight of the pale blonde standing next to him, and his smirk only widened, "Going with your Death Eater friends... This is why daddy disowned you. You always hang out with death eater scum."
Harrison ignored his remark and merely stared ahead.
"See he's quiet; it means he admits it!" He heard Weasel say.
Harrison squeezed his hands into tiny fists as he said in the most neutral tone, "I'm not admitting anything. I'm tired of your childhood antics, so I'm choosing to ignore you…"
"Can't you just leave him alone, Saeviour?" He heard Granger say. He noticed her dark brown eyes looking at him for only a few moments before returning to Saeviour's. "He's not giving you the satisfaction you want."
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