The Dark Things And The Things Even Darker by Crimson Nightmare
Declaimer: You're supposed to know~~~~~~~~*wails* They're not mine you hear me? No~ They're not!!!!!!! *tear drops*
Summary: A war with Voldemort, a dark past lived, a love created, and a life with his beloved. Warning: Involves rape, incest, m/m slash. This is a dark fic, so be warned.
A/N: Have I ever told you that I'm NOT supposed to be posting new fics right now? Considering I'm still behind on my other four fics? But this has got to go, or my diary (yes, I actually write my ideas in my diary....=_____=;;) will explode.
Anyways, this, as I've said, is dark and contains absolutely no sappy kissing scenes or huggies like I would do in my other fics. In this baby, when the boys kiss, they simply go straight to action. Get the idea? Good!
Now, if you're still curious, read on! Comments and positive criticisms are always welcome.....just......REMEMBER TO REVIEW~!!!!!!!!!!
I'll answer you I promise~ o
Chapter 1: Past, Present, and Maybe the Future?
It was dawn.
Harry woke up in a mess. With his hair hopelessly gone wild, he didn't even bother trying to flatten them. He struggled from the tangled bed sheets, slid on his robe, and walked quietly out of the room into the kitchen.
A pale, blond figure was already there. Back turned against Harry, the slender form was concentrating on slicing some grapefruit without noticing a taller figure watching.
Harry loved watching Draco.
Not only because he was the person he loved most in the world, but also the prettiest human being Harry had ever seen in his life. He loved watching all of Draco's tender, graceful moves, how his long silver-blonde hair spilled down to his shoulders like liquid white-gold. He loved Draco's long, long eyelashes and his impossibly pale skin, he just loved Draco.
Walking quietly like a cat, he came up silently behind Draco's shoulders, watching how beautifully his black pajamas contrast with his pale skin. He touched Draco's neck.
"AHHHHH!!!!" Draco shrieked like he was electrified, causing his knife to cut into his finger rather than the grapefruit he was holding. "Draco, Draco..DRACO!!" Harry shouted to calm Draco down and grabbing both of Draco's wrists to hold him down.
Finally, he managed to calm the terrified Draco down and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you."
He knew why Draco had reacted that way: Draco hated being touched by anything or anyone. He knew. But he stupidly forgot.
"I'm sorry, Draco, baby. Don't be scared. It's me, not Lucius, not Voldemort, it's Harry." He assured Draco again and again, while pressing his lips on Draco's wounded finger, which was now streaming with crimson liquid.
Draco had his reasons to hate to be touched, too many reasons. Harry was the only person ever allowed to touch him after the war, but even he had to comfort Draco an amazingly great amount just before he even dares to hold Draco's hand. It was one of Draco's after affects of the war, but again, everyone had their very own after affects.
Nobody would be sane after what they had been through after all. Yes, even Harry considers himself insane. They both decided that their insanity were at a similar level, and so decided to love each other, it's that simple.
*** //past//
"Who created you?" Stroke.
"Father did!"
"Who let you live?" Stroke.
"Father did!"
"And will you disobey him?" Stroke.
"Never disobey!"
With each stroke of belt, Lucius crushed himself into his own son's body. The horrified, defeated little boy cried out in pain and fear, but all his father did was to rape him senseless. 'Pain does a good job of reminding things', it was one of Lucius' favourite sayings, and how right he was, too.
*** //present//
"Care for breakfast, love?"
"Yes, that would be nice, baby. Thank you."
They all had their dark histories, and no one dares recalling them.
There is no need for that, they thought, what's the point of reminding them pain?
"Kiss me, Harry, please?" Draco suddenly looked at his lover with an unknown emotion flickered in those silver eyes, pearly tear drops traced down his pale cheek.
"Alright, but what do I get in return?" His lover asked teasingly, trying to distract Draco from breaking down again. Draco snorted with tears falling, "Ohhhh, a lot more than you can imagine..." "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Come and find out...."
They lived like a dream.a sweet dream, but a shattered one at the same time. The broken bodies of two beautiful beings clutching onto each other desperately, for there is no other ways to live. No other possible ways.
*** //past//
"Don't touch me." The little blonde boy stared up to his father, not succeeding on hiding his fears from the man who 'mastered' him from the very beginning of his life. "And you'll what, my little Draco?" Lucius smiled coldly. "Try to scrap me with your pathetic little claws like last time, hmm?" The tall man bent down.
He grabbed the boy's slender legs and roughly pulled him underneath. "Let me remind you, boy, that I am to whom you shall obey. I created you, and can destroy you as easily, so just think about that next time you try to run away, that I will win. I will always win."
*** //present//
Draco tilted his head slightly to look at his lover, the only one in this world who could protect him. The messy raven hair and the shape of the man's jaw had never changed a bit, but the green, warm innocence in Harry's emerald eyes were gone long since he abandoned his childhood. They were replaced by broken hearts, painful memories, and countless scars.
Draco loved him this way, however, because this was one of the things they had shared only toward each other and no one else.
"Mmmmph.That feels good.Keep doing that."
"D'you like that, baby?"
"Of course I do.You're good at this you know." He locked his legs around his lover.
"I was thinking of a new position, but you seems to like this one better."
"What new position?"
"Let me show you....."
*** //past//
It was at the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts, when it all started. Harry, had joint up with the alliance of Dumblurdore that fights the Dark Lord and Death Eaters. Ron and Hermione had joined, too. One as a strategist, and the other as a technician, and they were both very good at their jobs.
Harry's work was communication.
They are the department where spies and messengers work together. A communicator flies to deliver the most important messages or cargos that cannot take the risk of being captured. Sending owls wasn't an option, because these items are simply too important to lose.
So, as you can imagine, communicators must be very, very good flyers, which Harry, happened to be one of them.
Though this seemed to be like a low ranked job, the 'communicator wars' were actually one of the most important and dangerous wars in this battle of the Magic world.
Each communicator is like a colonel in an army. They contact their own team of spies, technicians and strategists, and the communicator, after discussing with other communicators and the Council, direct the spies and inform the technicians and strategists of their next goal.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were, of course, in the same team, and there was the spy, the Fourth, that was yet to arrive.
"Hey, Harry, who do you suppose our Fourth is?"
"I don't think anyone knows that before he or she arrives, Ron, you know it's strictly forbidden to show the Fourth's identity."
"What 'I' want to know is why I'm in THIS TEAM!!"
The Fourth came in.
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A/N: Alright, that was.....hopefully dark......This is actually the second Harry Potter fan fiction I've ever written, but I just never posted it up until now. At the time when I was writing it, I didn't even know there was a FF.Net! Oh, well, so what did you think of this baby? I understand the time switching thing can be a little confusing, and I know it would be a little easier to understand if I had used italics, but FF.Net won't show italics when I'm using Microsoft Word. *Sighs~*
Anyhow, I hope you liked the first chapter, because I really enjoyed writing it. So leave a review and tell me what you think, suggestions are always welcome!
//REVIEW IS THAT WAY =//
Declaimer: You're supposed to know~~~~~~~~*wails* They're not mine you hear me? No~ They're not!!!!!!! *tear drops*
Summary: A war with Voldemort, a dark past lived, a love created, and a life with his beloved. Warning: Involves rape, incest, m/m slash. This is a dark fic, so be warned.
A/N: Have I ever told you that I'm NOT supposed to be posting new fics right now? Considering I'm still behind on my other four fics? But this has got to go, or my diary (yes, I actually write my ideas in my diary....=_____=;;) will explode.
Anyways, this, as I've said, is dark and contains absolutely no sappy kissing scenes or huggies like I would do in my other fics. In this baby, when the boys kiss, they simply go straight to action. Get the idea? Good!
Now, if you're still curious, read on! Comments and positive criticisms are always welcome.....just......REMEMBER TO REVIEW~!!!!!!!!!!
I'll answer you I promise~ o
Chapter 1: Past, Present, and Maybe the Future?
It was dawn.
Harry woke up in a mess. With his hair hopelessly gone wild, he didn't even bother trying to flatten them. He struggled from the tangled bed sheets, slid on his robe, and walked quietly out of the room into the kitchen.
A pale, blond figure was already there. Back turned against Harry, the slender form was concentrating on slicing some grapefruit without noticing a taller figure watching.
Harry loved watching Draco.
Not only because he was the person he loved most in the world, but also the prettiest human being Harry had ever seen in his life. He loved watching all of Draco's tender, graceful moves, how his long silver-blonde hair spilled down to his shoulders like liquid white-gold. He loved Draco's long, long eyelashes and his impossibly pale skin, he just loved Draco.
Walking quietly like a cat, he came up silently behind Draco's shoulders, watching how beautifully his black pajamas contrast with his pale skin. He touched Draco's neck.
"AHHHHH!!!!" Draco shrieked like he was electrified, causing his knife to cut into his finger rather than the grapefruit he was holding. "Draco, Draco..DRACO!!" Harry shouted to calm Draco down and grabbing both of Draco's wrists to hold him down.
Finally, he managed to calm the terrified Draco down and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you."
He knew why Draco had reacted that way: Draco hated being touched by anything or anyone. He knew. But he stupidly forgot.
"I'm sorry, Draco, baby. Don't be scared. It's me, not Lucius, not Voldemort, it's Harry." He assured Draco again and again, while pressing his lips on Draco's wounded finger, which was now streaming with crimson liquid.
Draco had his reasons to hate to be touched, too many reasons. Harry was the only person ever allowed to touch him after the war, but even he had to comfort Draco an amazingly great amount just before he even dares to hold Draco's hand. It was one of Draco's after affects of the war, but again, everyone had their very own after affects.
Nobody would be sane after what they had been through after all. Yes, even Harry considers himself insane. They both decided that their insanity were at a similar level, and so decided to love each other, it's that simple.
*** //past//
"Who created you?" Stroke.
"Father did!"
"Who let you live?" Stroke.
"Father did!"
"And will you disobey him?" Stroke.
"Never disobey!"
With each stroke of belt, Lucius crushed himself into his own son's body. The horrified, defeated little boy cried out in pain and fear, but all his father did was to rape him senseless. 'Pain does a good job of reminding things', it was one of Lucius' favourite sayings, and how right he was, too.
*** //present//
"Care for breakfast, love?"
"Yes, that would be nice, baby. Thank you."
They all had their dark histories, and no one dares recalling them.
There is no need for that, they thought, what's the point of reminding them pain?
"Kiss me, Harry, please?" Draco suddenly looked at his lover with an unknown emotion flickered in those silver eyes, pearly tear drops traced down his pale cheek.
"Alright, but what do I get in return?" His lover asked teasingly, trying to distract Draco from breaking down again. Draco snorted with tears falling, "Ohhhh, a lot more than you can imagine..." "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Come and find out...."
They lived like a dream.a sweet dream, but a shattered one at the same time. The broken bodies of two beautiful beings clutching onto each other desperately, for there is no other ways to live. No other possible ways.
*** //past//
"Don't touch me." The little blonde boy stared up to his father, not succeeding on hiding his fears from the man who 'mastered' him from the very beginning of his life. "And you'll what, my little Draco?" Lucius smiled coldly. "Try to scrap me with your pathetic little claws like last time, hmm?" The tall man bent down.
He grabbed the boy's slender legs and roughly pulled him underneath. "Let me remind you, boy, that I am to whom you shall obey. I created you, and can destroy you as easily, so just think about that next time you try to run away, that I will win. I will always win."
*** //present//
Draco tilted his head slightly to look at his lover, the only one in this world who could protect him. The messy raven hair and the shape of the man's jaw had never changed a bit, but the green, warm innocence in Harry's emerald eyes were gone long since he abandoned his childhood. They were replaced by broken hearts, painful memories, and countless scars.
Draco loved him this way, however, because this was one of the things they had shared only toward each other and no one else.
"Mmmmph.That feels good.Keep doing that."
"D'you like that, baby?"
"Of course I do.You're good at this you know." He locked his legs around his lover.
"I was thinking of a new position, but you seems to like this one better."
"What new position?"
"Let me show you....."
*** //past//
It was at the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts, when it all started. Harry, had joint up with the alliance of Dumblurdore that fights the Dark Lord and Death Eaters. Ron and Hermione had joined, too. One as a strategist, and the other as a technician, and they were both very good at their jobs.
Harry's work was communication.
They are the department where spies and messengers work together. A communicator flies to deliver the most important messages or cargos that cannot take the risk of being captured. Sending owls wasn't an option, because these items are simply too important to lose.
So, as you can imagine, communicators must be very, very good flyers, which Harry, happened to be one of them.
Though this seemed to be like a low ranked job, the 'communicator wars' were actually one of the most important and dangerous wars in this battle of the Magic world.
Each communicator is like a colonel in an army. They contact their own team of spies, technicians and strategists, and the communicator, after discussing with other communicators and the Council, direct the spies and inform the technicians and strategists of their next goal.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were, of course, in the same team, and there was the spy, the Fourth, that was yet to arrive.
"Hey, Harry, who do you suppose our Fourth is?"
"I don't think anyone knows that before he or she arrives, Ron, you know it's strictly forbidden to show the Fourth's identity."
"What 'I' want to know is why I'm in THIS TEAM!!"
The Fourth came in.
oOoo==========+==========ooOo
A/N: Alright, that was.....hopefully dark......This is actually the second Harry Potter fan fiction I've ever written, but I just never posted it up until now. At the time when I was writing it, I didn't even know there was a FF.Net! Oh, well, so what did you think of this baby? I understand the time switching thing can be a little confusing, and I know it would be a little easier to understand if I had used italics, but FF.Net won't show italics when I'm using Microsoft Word. *Sighs~*
Anyhow, I hope you liked the first chapter, because I really enjoyed writing it. So leave a review and tell me what you think, suggestions are always welcome!
//REVIEW IS THAT WAY =//