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circe_tigana found me a new toy. His name is Montague.

Montague (c. 1978 - present)
Slytherin, c. 1989 - 1996, Q. Chaser/captain
Member of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad who made the mistake of trying to take House Points from the Weasley twins without witnesses, and consequently was stuffed by them into the fourth floor Vanishing Cabinet; reappeared some days later jammed into a toilet on that floor, after which he was confused and disoriented for a long time (OP19, OP28, OP30).
We deduce that Montague is one or two years older than Draco Malfoy; since Malfoy wasn't made team captain by his fifth year. (Malfoy's parents bought him everything else...) – MLW

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Harry Potter
Gavin Montague/Draco Malfoy; Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter; Gavin Montague/Fred and George Weasley
Rating D for disturbing.

Know Your Rights

1. You have the right not to be killed. Murder is a crime. Unless it is done by a policeman. Or an aristocrat.

Gavin hears the voices talking when he's supposed to be asleep. He's always supposed to be asleep, because when he's awake he's irrational and disoriented. He's not himself. No, he's never himself anymore. He's never pretty, sweet, slick, tactful, charming, Gavin Gavin Gavin Gavin of the Montagues. He and himself and that other person are still in the Vanishing Cabinet. The closet is his home. He curls up on the bed like he's still in there, because it's safe there, it's not safe here, and they restrain him.

He has the bruises. There are bruises everywhere.

The Weasleys gave him bruises and unto them he will give tenfold.

Madam Pomfrey tried to sedate him, but no, he will never be sedated. Gavin's not home right now to callers anyway, because he's still in Siberia with the white rabbits and the Drink Me bottles. He left some of his sanity in Borneo with the savages and in Ireland with his first governess and Patrick's snakes. Not that Gavin knew Patrick before the Weasleys stuffed him in the Vanishing Cupboard, but Gavin knows the snakes now. Oh, he knows all the snakes now. He learned while he was in the U-bend of the toilet.

Gavin Montague is a Parselmouth now. He spits and hisses with the best of them. He knows their language. Knows what they say. They speak in red and green and silver. Gavin's just waiting for the basilisk's egg to be born; he protects it and sits on it and mothers it. It was born of his blood and his skin, and when his baby is born all will be right with the world. They will all fear him. Yes, then they will know his fear too. Red with fear and green with fear, with scalps and red-hair everywhere.

Gavin hates ginger hair; he feeds it to the egg, and he laughs to himself when they come to take his temperature and sedate him.

The voices tell him that they want to send him to St Mungo's. Madam Pomfrey gives him Uncle Angus's Sleeping Powder for Babies and Insomniatics. The voices say his feet are long and his hair is dirty. He used to be such a pretty boy. He got all the girls. That's what Quidditch was for in the first place, and those inbred bastards took it away, but he'll get them back. Oh yes, Gavin will have his day. He will rid himself of the ignominy and the fear and the red red red that's always there.

Gavin will make the weasels pay. He will line the floors with their hair and wear their skins on his back. He will... he wills.

The voices whisper in Gavin's ears with forked tongues, telling him of the Dark Lord's plans, of roads paved with bodies and skeletons that dance before his eyes. Gavin shakes off the voices and gets out of bed. He doesn't know of any Dark Lord -– he will be the prince of this land. He just needs a little help. A little ambition. A little cunning.

He just needs Pomfrey's wand.

2. You have the right to food money. Providing of course you don't mind a little investigation, humiliation, and if you cross your fingers, rehabilitation

Everyone knows about what happened to Gavin Montague. Correction: everyone who was paying attention at the time knows what happened to Gavin Montague. Blaise remembers hearing something about someone being stuffed into that Vanishing Cabinet and reappearing in a toilet, but he was preoccupied with his OWLs at the time, and so he can obviously be forgiven for not giving it as much attention as such an infraction might warrant.

The infraction does warrant a punishment of some sort. If a Slytherin had done such a thing there would've been in inquiry. As far as Blaise knows the Weasleys got... nothing.

At least Blaise had heard of the incident. He knew of the injustice; he'd come to expect it of Dumbledore's lot. He also knew that Montague wasn't likely to be the most stable of Slytherins at the best of times, but there's nothing to prepare him for the spitting, hissing, muttering mess that approaches him on his way to the Great Hall for lunch. There's nothing to account for the blood smeared down Montague's pyjama top or the wand clutched in the palm of his right hand.

Montague's hair is a rat's nest of tangles and curls, and his hands twitch as though he has palsy. His features are calm, still as though he's in a trance, and Blaise knows when something bad is about to occur. He's no one's hero; he's going to save himself.

He would rather serve detention for breaking into a locked room than meet Gavin Montague in a dark hallway right now, so he mutters "Alohomora" and silently slips into the room by the hump-backed witch.

It's an empty room save for a table, several books, and a blackboard of Arithmancy equations. Hours pass by for Blaise, and it's only when his stomach grumbles that he realises how long he's been gone. He slips out just as easily as he slipped in, but there's something sticking, wet and white all over the floor, and he pauses. The hump-backed witch is gone, and Blaise's only thought is of Montague.

Liquifacius is seriously dark magic, and if Montague picked up the ability to melt marble while he was gone, things are a lot worse than Blaise thought.

3. You have the right to free speech. As long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it.

Draco is going to die this time. He's certain of it. He thinks the high-pitched cackling and the burning in his windpipe are pretty obvious indicators. His only regret is that –- well, Draco's got a lot of regrets, but honesty is not his forte. The idea that if he dies, now, he'll never get to kill Potter is untenable. He can't help scowling at Montague despite his own trembling limbs and the wand being pressed next to the Adam's apple of his throat.

There's something perennially melodramatic about being held at wand point, in the dungeons, by a strange boy. 'Strange' being the operative word since a) Draco would know Gavin Montague anywhere b) Montague would be rather attractive, if he didn't have a crazed gleam in his eyes, and thusly Draco might not mind the rough play as much c) Montague is just out of Draco's kicking range, and d) Montague's wand is digging into Draco's throat, making it hard for Draco to breathe or rationalise.

Not that Draco's ever been the most rational person ever, but even he can see that this is not the most ideal place for him to be.

"What do you want, Montague?" Draco's voice is hoarse and he flinches slightly when Montague leans forward and breathes on his cheek. Montague's breath is hot and his hair is a matted mess. His pupils are dilated dramatically, and he's not smiling as much as he's smirking.

The only person ever allowed such a smirk is Draco, but Montague is a year older and a whole lot more mental than Draco, which is really saying something.

"I want revenge." Montague's voice is raspy as though it's been disused. Draco knows that Montague's been in the hospital wing for quite some time. He doesn't remember hearing about him being released, which means that he's quite possibly escaped. Just lovely.

The blood smeared all over him is not inspiring confidence at all.

"I can get you revenge." Draco has no idea on what or how, or on whom, but everyone's heard the stories. Montague was locked in the Vanishing Cabinet by the Weasel twins and was sent to Siberia for six weeks where he survived by killing polar bears with his bare hands. Well, it's either that or he went to Easter Island and became a cannibal with a jade piercing through his nose, but Montague's nose looks whole to Draco. Not that Draco's a very good judge right now.

His fingers are scrabbling at the stone wall behind him, and the sweat is plastering his hair to his forehead. Where is his entire house when he needs them? So typically Slytherin. Such disloyalty will not go unpunished. If Montague doesn't kill Draco first.

Now is not the time for Draco to worry about logistics or anything like the truth.

"I can get you power, or brooms, or money. Galleons. Lots of Galleons," Draco promises blindly. "Anything you want."

Draco shudders when Montague leans forward and licks a wet, hot stripe along his cheek. "I want bodies. I want heads on platters and red scalps to adorn the walls. Can you get this for me, Little Dragon? Can you bring me a weasel's skull?"

Draco's shuddering ceases in an instant. "What will you do for me?"

Montague's free hand grips Draco's cock firmly though his robes and Draco gasps. He didn't even realise he was hard. "What do you want?"

"Potter," Draco grits out. "I want Potter's head."

This time, when Montague licks Draco's cheek, he doesn't start away. Montague's teeth are sharp on Draco's earlobe and he whispers. "I think we can work something out."

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'Know Your Rights' by The Clash. Improv: jade, perennial, Liquifacius

HP: Know Your Rights

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