Behind the veil
by
Enye
AN- This is my first SLASH story, and although it will only be mild SLASH,
it is slash as in guy-guy stuff. You have all been warned from the start
and therefore you cannot flame me for this.
This is a response to a challenge that a friend of mine found on the SXJ
yahoo group, entitled 'behind the veil' by padfoot79.
DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS- All recognisable characters, plots, places
etc. are not mine, they belong to J K Rowling, the general concept belongs
to Padfoot79, the plot is mine.
PROLOGUE
Complete darkness.
Silence so loud it became deafening.
A dark haired man lay perfectly still, arms stiff at his sides. His mind
was not yet capable of memory or understanding of where he was or how he
came to be here. The notion of movement seemed impossible, almost as if the
weight of the world itself was holding him down.
His eyes stung.
His ears burnt.
His mind slowly began breaking through its heavy bonds. Sluggishly he tried
once more to move, his fingers jerked ever so slightly, the tips revealing
a cold damp surface, cracked with age. He identified it as once being
material. Forcing his eyes open, a new panic blossomed within him. Was he
blind? Or was there nothing to see?
Was this death?
His heart began to race; he tried desperately to summon memories from the
recesses of his mind. How did he get here?
Time passed, how much or how little of it, the man couldn't tell but he
soon became aware breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. All of a
sudden he felt as if he had been plunged into icy water, a freezing
pressure covering his body, pulling him down.
Finally, the man succumbed to the pull.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The oppressive weight seemed somewhat lessened now. As he slowly regained
consciousness, he became aware of dim sounds echoing through him. Harsh
against the deafening silence.
Scrapping, high above his head, perhaps voices too.
Blood oozed from his cracked lips as he opened his mouth to scream out for
help. Did they know he was here? Were they coming to rescue him?
Frozen from disuse, the man failed to call out. Once again a wave of frozen
darkness washed over him and he lost consciousness.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When consciousness returned once more, a grating sound of metal on wood
stung his ears. Then there was a gentle tingle of magic and he briefly felt
as if he were being lifted.
His mind clicked back to life, images of the past rushing before his eyes.
Death eaters, Voldemort, the traitor.who was out there?
He struggled to move, determined to fight any enemy before him, once
released from this cold prison.
Another freezing pulse washed across his body, but he wouldn't let himself
succumb to it. He needed to see, needed to know who and what were beyond
this prison, needed to know what had happened to.Harry.
'Harry.'
He had to help Harry, he thought desperately.
A crack of burning white light, a mere centimetre wide and at least the
length of his body forced his eyes tightly shut.
Through his lids he saw red light, burning on his retinas. Until a
silhouette moved across.
A silhouette of a man.
'My rescuer or my captor?'
After a few moments he forced his eyes open. Struggling against fatigue,
blinding light and the icy magics that ran through his veins he gazed up at
the blurred but recognisable profile of Albus Dumbledore.
Knowing now that he was safe, James Potter once more gave into the spell.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
NB- in regards to spelling and grammar:
1. I'm English, therefore English spelling, not American. For
example: Color=Colour. Mom=Mum. Realize=Realise. Etc.
2. I am dyslexic, computer corrected and read through several times,
their will still be mistakes here.
3. I have no beta; I have issues with being 'marked' due to being the
dyslexic kid at school. I'm still looking for a friendly beta though who
won't give me flash backs and nightmares of primary school.
Please review and tell me what you think. Flames will not stop this story;
they will merely be used to warm Prongs up!
by
Enye
AN- This is my first SLASH story, and although it will only be mild SLASH,
it is slash as in guy-guy stuff. You have all been warned from the start
and therefore you cannot flame me for this.
This is a response to a challenge that a friend of mine found on the SXJ
yahoo group, entitled 'behind the veil' by padfoot79.
DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS- All recognisable characters, plots, places
etc. are not mine, they belong to J K Rowling, the general concept belongs
to Padfoot79, the plot is mine.
PROLOGUE
Complete darkness.
Silence so loud it became deafening.
A dark haired man lay perfectly still, arms stiff at his sides. His mind
was not yet capable of memory or understanding of where he was or how he
came to be here. The notion of movement seemed impossible, almost as if the
weight of the world itself was holding him down.
His eyes stung.
His ears burnt.
His mind slowly began breaking through its heavy bonds. Sluggishly he tried
once more to move, his fingers jerked ever so slightly, the tips revealing
a cold damp surface, cracked with age. He identified it as once being
material. Forcing his eyes open, a new panic blossomed within him. Was he
blind? Or was there nothing to see?
Was this death?
His heart began to race; he tried desperately to summon memories from the
recesses of his mind. How did he get here?
Time passed, how much or how little of it, the man couldn't tell but he
soon became aware breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. All of a
sudden he felt as if he had been plunged into icy water, a freezing
pressure covering his body, pulling him down.
Finally, the man succumbed to the pull.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The oppressive weight seemed somewhat lessened now. As he slowly regained
consciousness, he became aware of dim sounds echoing through him. Harsh
against the deafening silence.
Scrapping, high above his head, perhaps voices too.
Blood oozed from his cracked lips as he opened his mouth to scream out for
help. Did they know he was here? Were they coming to rescue him?
Frozen from disuse, the man failed to call out. Once again a wave of frozen
darkness washed over him and he lost consciousness.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When consciousness returned once more, a grating sound of metal on wood
stung his ears. Then there was a gentle tingle of magic and he briefly felt
as if he were being lifted.
His mind clicked back to life, images of the past rushing before his eyes.
Death eaters, Voldemort, the traitor.who was out there?
He struggled to move, determined to fight any enemy before him, once
released from this cold prison.
Another freezing pulse washed across his body, but he wouldn't let himself
succumb to it. He needed to see, needed to know who and what were beyond
this prison, needed to know what had happened to.Harry.
'Harry.'
He had to help Harry, he thought desperately.
A crack of burning white light, a mere centimetre wide and at least the
length of his body forced his eyes tightly shut.
Through his lids he saw red light, burning on his retinas. Until a
silhouette moved across.
A silhouette of a man.
'My rescuer or my captor?'
After a few moments he forced his eyes open. Struggling against fatigue,
blinding light and the icy magics that ran through his veins he gazed up at
the blurred but recognisable profile of Albus Dumbledore.
Knowing now that he was safe, James Potter once more gave into the spell.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
NB- in regards to spelling and grammar:
1. I'm English, therefore English spelling, not American. For
example: Color=Colour. Mom=Mum. Realize=Realise. Etc.
2. I am dyslexic, computer corrected and read through several times,
their will still be mistakes here.
3. I have no beta; I have issues with being 'marked' due to being the
dyslexic kid at school. I'm still looking for a friendly beta though who
won't give me flash backs and nightmares of primary school.
Please review and tell me what you think. Flames will not stop this story;
they will merely be used to warm Prongs up!