Veritas Vos Liberabit [Drarry Fanfiction]

The Offer

...The pleading screams of the man in front of him were still ringing in his ears. It was pathetic to see him like that, hiding away in the cupboard a broken wand clenched in his hand and his lime-green robes covered in blood and urine. He could see his chest rising and falling, he could hear the frantic beating of his heart and the wheezing of air in his throat and his lungs. He could probably kill him with his bare hands. Just close his fingers around his throat and squeeze...

... Harry's forehead was pressed to the cold glass, the raindrops were running diagonally across the window. He was in the car, it looked suspiciously like Draco's black Mercedes. It smelled similar too – a lingering scent of tobacco and Earl Grey tea in the air. Harry didn't know where he was going. He couldn't make out the surroundings, there was only the asphalt road lit by the brightness of the full moon in the sky.

"I always liked driving at night," somebody said from the backseat. A female voice.

"Elise? Is that you?" Harry asked carefully.

"You're not surprised anymore," she chuckled and gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Why is it you that I always see in my head?" he let out a frustrated sigh.

"Dunno... Guilt?" her face morphed to Ginny's confident freckled grin, "You fancy me?" red hair turned platinum blonde and Draco was smirking at him, "You're a tad loony?" Malfoy's stuck up expression became softer and grew a pair of Luna's spectrespecs ... "Pick whichever," Baelish shrugged her shoulders and lit a cigarette between her teeth.

"So, where are we going?" the girl looked at the road ahead.

It was so surreal: one could clearly see the smooth stretch of wet glistening tarmac but it was impossible to tell where the motorway was taking them.

"I... er... have no clue," the Gryffindor said lamely.

"Who's at the wheel, then?" she cocked her head curiously, nodding towards the silhouette on Harry's right.

"It's me," he replied without hesitation.

The person driving had the same messy dark hair and round spectacles, he even wore the same Weasley sweater and washed-off flannel. Still, something felt a bit off about him. Harry couldn't understand it. Maybe it was his tight grip on the steering wheel or maybe that was the fact that he wasn't able to see the driver's face properly.

"Are you sure it's you though?" Elise hummed and took another drag out of her Marlboro, letting out a cloud of thick smoke into the car.

"Of course it's me, who else could it be?" Harry protested crossing his arms defensively.

"Well, aren't you the one sitting in the passenger seat?" the woman pointed out.

And then the realization hit him. Harry was indeed tied down by the constricting seat belt on the left-hand side and someone else was driving the Mercedes. He reached for the driver, trying to get his attention. The person turned his head towards the Gryffindor. He looked exactly like Harry himself. But then an inexplicable change happened. The emerald green eyes turned bright yellow and his lips stretched out in a hideous carnivorous grin full of sharp teeth. An animal sort of growl escaped creature's throat as it lunged itself on Harry.

"What?... What is it?! Help! Help me!" Harry screamed trying to get away from his beastly doppelganger.

"Quick! Push it out of the car!" Elise instructed from the back seat...

... He stopped. The person in front of him whimpered unintelligibly... He was about to attack the hapless man, but there was something that stopped him...