Sweet Meaning
ok.. so this is my first ever story.. its slash cause i like slash so if you dont wanna read it.. you know where the door is...rating is currently K+ but it will go up..not much for the time being but i kno it will so.. there is your warning..
please review and some suggesttions would be greatly appreciated as i have no idea what im currently doing...
anyways..enough of me and on with the story ^^...
oh yh wait.. the Disclaimer..
Disclaimer: i do not own nor claim to owning harry potter or any of the characters in it, so please don't sue me...
Harry woke up in a cold sweat, panting hard, what was that ache in his chest? It just seemed to get stronger as the minutes went by, soon he was in a full blown panic attack, sweat runnig down his face and his bright emerald eyes wide open. It was getting harder to breath and he was feeling dizzy.
All of a sudden a bright light surrounded him and not a second later a great pain went searing through him, focused at his back, shoulders, stomache and chest. Harry whimpered as he tried not to make a sound in fear of waking his uncle or cousin, another flash of pain went through his chest and he couldnt help the small scream that escaped him. As he tried to focus on something else to keep his mind of the pain he looked over at the calender hanging on the back of his door, he saw that a date was circled, the 31st of july, today, he quickly tried to look at his alrm clock that rested on his desk, midnight. He was coming into his inheritance and by the way he was feeling, it was probably a creature inheritance, which one he didnt know and frankly, didnt even want to think about.
He was pulled out of his thought at the sound of his name being called by someone who sounded vagely fimiliar, he knew it wasnt his uncle or cousin because the voice sounded gentle "Harry" there is was again "where are you?" its was looking for him 'I'm here' he answered back, not knowing why but he knowing that voice had to find him. About 5 minutes went by and Harry was still in pain, he was writhing in his bed, in to much pain to even think anymore, suddenly he had to sit up, something felt like it was trying to break out of the confines of the skin of his back, he struggled to get himself into a sitting position and not two seconds later a pair of pitch black wings covered in blood were protruding from his back, Harry stared at them for a couple of heartbeats before passing out from the pain, unaware of the pale greyblue eyes staring at him from the doorway.
