Title: Between you and me
Summary: She pushed him and pulled his hair because she wanted the toy for herself and smirked as he cried. Neither one of them expected a war to start between Wizards and Squibs because of a toy they both wanted as children.
Warning: AU – Slash – OOC – Many OCs
Pairings: Lucius/Harry. The rest are undecided.
Harry Potter was just a 10 year old child when he first met his soon-to-be husband, Lucius Malfoy. He was a sweet innocent child that liked to play and fly at any time he could. He was always clingy to his older brother James who was 15 years old; the same age as Lucius Malfoy. Shyness was all Harry knew. He would always hide his face behind his older brother, knowing that James would shield him.
The excitement and nervousness were clear on his expressions. He was so sick of his brother and cousin teasing him about his first time meeting his betrothed alone without any supervision.
"James!" shouted the young child. "I hate you! Don't come near me or I will tell mother."
"Yes, sir," said James in a mocking response. "You know, Malfoy is not that bad. He's just plain all time evil."
Harry pouted at his brother. "Why do you scare me like that? I'm nervous as it is."
"Relax," Sirius Black said as he made his way to the living room with a plate and a mouth full of food. "I mean, yeah, Lucius is evil and all that. I'm sure he won't harm you though. You're like his fiancé or something, so."
"Siri, you're not helping!" shouted Harry and hid face with his hands. "I'm really scared, alright!"
James noticed his little brother's shoulders as they started to shake. "Dammit," he muttered as he ran toward his brother and gave him a hug.
"Harry, baby," he started. "Look, Lucius is actually a nice guy. If you spend some time with him you would see that. And… yeah, and even if he wasn't nice, I'm here to break his teeth with my fist like some Muggle fighter."
"Besides," their cousin Sirius said, "we were just teasing you. Nothing to be afraid of ha!"
Sirius Black was the closest cousin and friend to James Potter. They were both the same age, the same house in school, and had almost the same personality. Both of them were into pranking others and causing troubles wherever they went. They liked the same things and hated the same people. Sirius was always in the Potter's Manor. He liked to stay there with James, and enjoyed it when their friend Peter tagged along at any time he could. He didn't like his family so much and it kind of made him sad every time he looks at Harry and imagine him being his little brother Regulus. Yes, he loved his brother even though he disliked the family. But his brother has always been distant from him. His brother liked to waste his time reading and writing. He didn't have any friends and hated the idea of someone speaking to him. Sirius just wished that one day his little brother would approach him.
Alex Morgan was a wild little girl unlike her friend Mary. She was always getting into fights with other people. Every time she spoke, she always cursed and was being rude. Her only friends were Mary and David who were homeless just like her. She hated everyone else and wished they would just die. No one was good enough for her. They were all bunch of liars whom did not care about anyone else but themselves. Why were humans alive? What was the purpose? She has always wondered that with her mind that was not older than 10 years.
Her best friend Mary Browns was so different than her. Everyone that looked at her had to hold their breath and think of her as an angel. She was a sweet little girl. A beautiful girl that looked like a real doll with her very long brown hair. If there was one thing she liked to do, it would be studying people and their personalities. She was so mature for a child of her age. Maybe what happened to her four years ago was the reason… or one of many reasons that made her so mature. She loved her friends David and Alex so much. They were the only people who loved her. Alex was more than a friend to her. She was the sister she never had.
The first time she met Alex was when they both were five years old. Alex was standing in a dark alley as always, trying to get any food from the dumpster. Mary on the other hand was holding a sandwich that she shared willingly with Alex without even talking. She never knew that one day she would be on Alex's place; looking for food from the dumpster.
"Hey," said Mary as she walked toward Alex who was standing on the side of the street. "What are you up to tonight?"
"What the fuck do you think?" she replied which made Mary chuckle. Her friend used the word fuck pretty much every time she spoke. "I'm looking for anyone that's interested."
"No luck huh?"
"None so far," said Alex. "The moment I open my fucking mouth they just leave."
"Can't imagine why," Mary said in a low voice.
"What?" asked Alex. "Did you say something?"
"No," she replied, "I did not. How about we offer both of our services together for the night? Many people are into watching people the same age as us."
"Whoa whoa whoa," said Alex as she backed down. "I don't want any fucking thing to do with your body. That's just disgusting."
"You know," a third voice said as it walked closer to them, "It's impossible for you two to be 10 years old. I would give you at least 21 or so."
"DAVE!" shouted Alex as she jumped at her friend and hugged him. "Oh my fucking god. Where have you been? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I missed you wow I really did."
Mary rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Great," she started, "the bastard is here."
"Now now," grinned David. "I know that you love me as much as Al loves me."
David Morgan was like a brother figure for Alex. She loved and adored the boy and would do anything for him. He had a beautiful personality and character that she liked. He was always sarcastic and charming. He was a 17 years old boy who took care of her ever since she showed up at the orphanage that held them for years before they ran away. He even forced them to give her the Morgan name since he had it; saying that she was his sister and therefore, her name had to be just like his name. David was beyond kind. He helped any person who needed any help and never lied. His bright smile that reached his eyes every time made everyone around him like, no—love him!
"Oops I forgot," said David as he slapped his forehead. "I got you two something."
He pulled out three identical necklaces.
"What the fuck," cursed Alex as he handed her one of them and started inspecting it. "It's so fucking beautiful. Where did you get it from?"
"I kind of stole it," he murmured as he put one on Mary's neck.
"If I knew you better I would say that you're sad," said Alex.
"Well… I did do something bad."
"Yeah well not your first time to do such thing," she replied. "Besides, fuck them. They don't deserve your sadness. I mean th—"
"Shut up, Alex," Mary interrupted her. "David um… thanks okay? Whatever." And walked away.
A car stood beside them and the middle aged man inside it signaled David to come closer.
David went closer and started speaking with the man. A few seconds later he opened the door and went inside while sending a wink to Alex who shouted, "good luck getting fucked in the ass!"
"I wonder if I can get any candy today," said Alex to herself, confused. "I hope I can. It's been a while."
She started walking and watching all kind of people on her favorite street. There were the dealers, the hookers, the gangs and many more. They usually ignore her because of her age which would attract a lot of trouble but that was good enough for her. At least they won't hurt her.
Jalal was running and running and running. He couldn't stop. No, he could never stop running as long as they were following him. If he doesn't run, if he doesn't get away, then his precious family would be tortured and killed; he was sure of that. He hoped that they would be safe. No. He was sure that they would be safe as long as he doesn't get caught. At that moment, he cursed his life. He cursed them and cursed the whole world. This filthy world should just come to an end. No one, not even himself deserve to live. Everyone was selfish. Everyone thought only about themselves. He hoped that someone would end this whole world and there wouldn't be any living being left.
He was tired of running, but he couldn't stop. No, he absolutely could not. He moved his tongue only to come across a small soft rock inside his mouth. Is it time to give up and swallow it? It would be better than getting his family into danger by being caught. Should he end it now or wait?
He looked at the sky and thought of Allah. God would know better. He, the one up there, would help him through this problem. God has guided him through his whole life and there was no way in hell that he would abandon him now. 'God,' he thought, 'I know you are listening and watching right now. Please... please help me this one last time. Please tell me what I should do. I'm so tired, so so tired. Would you forgive me if I take my own life to come to you? Or would you punish me for taking the life you gave me?'
The tears started forming in his eyes as he thought of his family. If he had just listened to them back then, then none of this would have happened. He remembered his father, mother, grandparents, his wife, his beautiful children and siblings, and red eyes with a warm smile that whispered his name. He closed his eyes while thinking about the red eyes that he loved dearly. The last thought that crossed his mind before swallowing the rock was asking god to forgive him.
He stared at the dead body that was lying in front of him. Why did this happen? He couldn't believe that the man he wanted, the man he loved and treasured above anything else was gone because of him. He cursed under his breath as he touched the beautiful smooth tanned cheek. It was soft as it has always been. Jalal has always had a soft skin that was inviting for him. He never understood him, even to this day where he lays dead in front of him. He could never guess what was going inside the man's head.
Jalal has always been a mystery to him. He knew that the man loved him but it was different than the love he himself wanted. He wanted him to love him, to want and desire him, but Jalal never did and even if he did, he never acted like it. He used to be so happy whenever he met him. His big black eyes would always shine whenever he saw him. His smile would never disappear until that day came. The day where he was sure that he lost any trace of love that was directed to him from the man.
He remembered the first time he met Jalal. Jalal was only seven years old by then and was going home after his daily prayer. When their eyes met, Jalal smiled warmly and started talking to him while he tried to ignore him. The last time their eyes met ran across his mind. He remembered the hurt and pain he saw in the man's eyes. Growing up, he never thought that that look would be directly to him.
If Jalal didn't try to save him that time. If he didn't get hurt in the process. If he didn't call his name with tears running down his cheeks. If and if and if; it never stops.
He kissed the forehead of the only person that was placed in his heart and decided to step out once and for all. It wasn't the time to blame himself, no; it was time to act as himself. As Lord Voldemort.
Well, this is it. I finally had the time to actually sit and write something. It's been months! ;A;
If you find any mistakes or something then please tell me! I'm trying to improve my writing in English!
Aaaa a review would be nice. I'm nervous because it has been a long time since the last time I wrote something.
