Title:Sleepless Nights
Part: 1
Email: roseangelbabi@aol.com
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Author's Notes: This story contains slash themes…. And maybe a character death not sure yet…
I would love a beta reader or an editor so if you would like to edit my work please email me… I also can edit work as well.
Disclaimer:Harry Potter isn't mine, I am only borrowing them for a while, they shall be returned without harm and please don't sue me…. I am penniless highschooler. The letter Harry recieves is a letter on of my friends wrote to her crush… such pretty words are they not… though I altered the letter to fit my own purposes.
Tossing and turning, Harry despretly tried to get some sleep but it didn't look like sleep was coming. Ever since Cedric's death he had lost a lot of weight and was so skinny and frail you could see his bones and he hadn't been able to sleep. He was sick and he was tired and he was stuck with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Of course he was so weak they no longer bothered making him do chores instead he just lay around uncared for and disinegrating. He no longer contacted Ron, Hermione or Sirus even though they were sending owls almost constantly he read them and wrote the same few words, I am fine. But he wasn't fine not by a long shot. He gave up on sleeping half greatful on the lack of sleep simply because now he didn't have to Cedric's face everytime he closed his emerald green eyes. Suddenly an owl flew in and landed on his bed, dropping a very slim envelope. Harry opened it and read it lackadaisically.
You're beautiful, My Untouchable. Not just your scar or your soft perfect eyes. Deeper inside to where the throbbing of your heart, and the undulation of your lungs keeps you alive. My breath stops when you cry, even if you don't tell me why, Untouchable. But then again, I never told you why I cried, did I? You asked. You asked ten thousand times. I wanted to tell you what you did to my head, but knew that action would be very, very bad. I was afraid you'd leave. I couldn't stand being around you, My Untouchable. I couldn't bear you're leaving. You murdered me with an innocent glance. I couldn't let you go for the blood that splattered inside my skin. You were my torture. My rape. You were my one weakness. The chink in my impermeable might. But it wasn't your fault, Untouchable. I don't think it was anyone's fault. Maybe it was mine. My perception of the world.
I watch you, My Untouchable. I hold you sacred in my heart. I know you as well as I can. As well as I dare. I'm afraid of you, I think. I'm afraid of you because of everything you mean to me. Every demon that attacks you. But still so innocent. Always innocent. Untainted in thoughts, or comprehension. That always surprised me.
The light that bleeds out of your skin, like sweat, snuffed out my own, and plummeted me into darkness. My heart ached to hold you, Untouchable. My arms screamed for your proximity. My mind silenced them. Your race dug the knives into my palm, and ripped the narcotic blades across my skin. The sight of you was enough to crucify me, Untouchable. I wanted you so badly. I wanted to undress you in my head. To taste the taste of you like wine on my breath and on my skin, but I wouldn't. I wouldn't take everything you were and blemish it for selfishness, My Untouchable. You made it hard though. You made it hard when you talked to me with your voice made of gold. You made it hard when you smiled like an armored angel. You made it hard when you were came close enough for me to take the clean scent of you into my blood, Untouchable.
Your deppressed now but you fought Voldermort so bravely. I guess it means that I didn't taint you. Is that even possible? Are you like oil to my rain? I think so, Untouchable. It kills me to see you so unhappy. Such is the extent of my affection for you.
You will never know what you've done to me. Rather, what you're presence has done. It's not your fault, Untouchable. It's no one's fault. Just… the luck of the draw? I don't know. I do know that I love you. But I don't believe that we could ever be does love spring from hate?
I love you.
Goodbye because I love you, Sweet One.
Harry stared at the letter in shock. Then he grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote: "who are you?" he put it in the owls mouth and watched if fly away. Who was it? His mind began to think at a thousand thoughts per second and his heart beat raced and jumped . The summer would end and school would start in a week… Would he be able to know by then who his mysterious lover was.
Part: 1
Email: roseangelbabi@aol.com
If you wanna archive it… just
Author's Notes: This story contains slash themes…. And maybe a character death not sure yet…
I would love a beta reader or an editor so if you would like to edit my work please email me… I also can edit work as well.
Disclaimer:Harry Potter isn't mine, I am only borrowing them for a while, they shall be returned without harm and please don't sue me…. I am penniless highschooler. The letter Harry recieves is a letter on of my friends wrote to her crush… such pretty words are they not… though I altered the letter to fit my own purposes.
Tossing and turning, Harry despretly tried to get some sleep but it didn't look like sleep was coming. Ever since Cedric's death he had lost a lot of weight and was so skinny and frail you could see his bones and he hadn't been able to sleep. He was sick and he was tired and he was stuck with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Of course he was so weak they no longer bothered making him do chores instead he just lay around uncared for and disinegrating. He no longer contacted Ron, Hermione or Sirus even though they were sending owls almost constantly he read them and wrote the same few words, I am fine. But he wasn't fine not by a long shot. He gave up on sleeping half greatful on the lack of sleep simply because now he didn't have to Cedric's face everytime he closed his emerald green eyes. Suddenly an owl flew in and landed on his bed, dropping a very slim envelope. Harry opened it and read it lackadaisically.
You're beautiful, My Untouchable. Not just your scar or your soft perfect eyes. Deeper inside to where the throbbing of your heart, and the undulation of your lungs keeps you alive. My breath stops when you cry, even if you don't tell me why, Untouchable. But then again, I never told you why I cried, did I? You asked. You asked ten thousand times. I wanted to tell you what you did to my head, but knew that action would be very, very bad. I was afraid you'd leave. I couldn't stand being around you, My Untouchable. I couldn't bear you're leaving. You murdered me with an innocent glance. I couldn't let you go for the blood that splattered inside my skin. You were my torture. My rape. You were my one weakness. The chink in my impermeable might. But it wasn't your fault, Untouchable. I don't think it was anyone's fault. Maybe it was mine. My perception of the world.
I watch you, My Untouchable. I hold you sacred in my heart. I know you as well as I can. As well as I dare. I'm afraid of you, I think. I'm afraid of you because of everything you mean to me. Every demon that attacks you. But still so innocent. Always innocent. Untainted in thoughts, or comprehension. That always surprised me.
The light that bleeds out of your skin, like sweat, snuffed out my own, and plummeted me into darkness. My heart ached to hold you, Untouchable. My arms screamed for your proximity. My mind silenced them. Your race dug the knives into my palm, and ripped the narcotic blades across my skin. The sight of you was enough to crucify me, Untouchable. I wanted you so badly. I wanted to undress you in my head. To taste the taste of you like wine on my breath and on my skin, but I wouldn't. I wouldn't take everything you were and blemish it for selfishness, My Untouchable. You made it hard though. You made it hard when you talked to me with your voice made of gold. You made it hard when you smiled like an armored angel. You made it hard when you were came close enough for me to take the clean scent of you into my blood, Untouchable.
Your deppressed now but you fought Voldermort so bravely. I guess it means that I didn't taint you. Is that even possible? Are you like oil to my rain? I think so, Untouchable. It kills me to see you so unhappy. Such is the extent of my affection for you.
You will never know what you've done to me. Rather, what you're presence has done. It's not your fault, Untouchable. It's no one's fault. Just… the luck of the draw? I don't know. I do know that I love you. But I don't believe that we could ever be does love spring from hate?
I love you.
Goodbye because I love you, Sweet One.
Harry stared at the letter in shock. Then he grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote: "who are you?" he put it in the owls mouth and watched if fly away. Who was it? His mind began to think at a thousand thoughts per second and his heart beat raced and jumped . The summer would end and school would start in a week… Would he be able to know by then who his mysterious lover was.