Dear Darkness

Allin Aspire

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Disclaimer: I don¡¯t own Harry Potter or any other characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I¡¯m just having fun writing this fiction and I hope you have fun reading it.

Type: Angst, PG-13 for some implications and languages.

WARNING! This fiction contains slash (or so called shonen ai or yaoi) in other words, boy/boy parings... so if you don¡¯t like it, don¡¯t read it!

Pairing: I¡¯m not telling ~ ^_^ don¡¯t want to give you spoilers.

Author¡¯s Note: This is my first Harry Potter fic. So please be easy on me. Comments are always welcome.

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Prologue. Chances

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Harry Potter has started his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He was getting very excited, whenever he thought about his graduation. Being a full-fledged wizard meant that ¡®Under-aged Wizard Law¡¯ won¡¯t apply to him anymore. Then he¡¯d be able to scare Dursleys all he want until he can get his own place in the wizard world and move out from 4 Private Drive, forever.

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Harry¡¯s daydreaming ended soon after when Ron nudged his ribcage with his elbow to warn him that Snape is approaching. He looked at what was in his hand. He had a hand full of dried spinal cord of bullfrogs, waiting to be ground to fine powder.

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He quickly put them in a bowl and started to work on them before Professor Snape comes and try to deduct five points from Gryffindor for not working on it any faster. Snape was in extremely bad mood today. He might try to give Harry a detention for something he didn¡¯t do.

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Snape¡¯s forehead was wrinkled with frown as he saw what Harry was doing.

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¡°Mr. Potter. That¡¯s not the way I told you to grind bullfrog spines.¡± Harry looked up from the bowl and looked at the greasy-haired professor.

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¡°Five points from Gryffindor, and you¡¯ll have to run me an errand after school to get more spines. I don¡¯t have any more of those and you ruined quite a fair amount.¡± Harry grumbled under his breath as Snape smirked and added.

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¡°I expect a perfect potion from you today, Mr. Potter. And Ms. Granger, five points from Gryffindor for I will not allow any show-off in my class.¡± Snape told Hermione who was whispering to Harry how to grind them properly.

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Then he returned to the front of class to continue with his lesson.

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After all the classes have ended, and has been to Professor Snape¡¯s office, Harry was flying west, towards the slowly setting sun. Snape gave him a location of small wizard shop that was isolated from both muggle and wizard world. Snape told him that the shop was beside the tallest leaf-less black birch and by the small lakeside.

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The shop was ran by an elderly witch who had trouble hearing. It took Harry about two hours or so to let the witch know what he wanted. When Harry left the shop with the item, the moon was already high above the woods. He was anxious to get back to school, because it was getting quite cold.

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Then something he never expected happened. His scar hurt again. He felt a slight panic. He was in the middle of nowhere and all he could see was trees and occasional rocks few hundred feet below. He slowly lowered his broom downwards, then he heard flutter of wings and it was getting louder.

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¡°Hedwig?¡± Harry turned to see if it was Hedwig out looking for him. On the contrary, it was a giant eagle, charging at him with fascinating speed, ready to have his prey between his claws.

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Harry tried to outrun it but the ancient broomstick Firebolt didn¡¯t respond fast enough. Soon the eagle was clenching onto back of his broom and using his wings and beak to shove Harry off the broom. Harry reached for his wand, but it was knocked out of his hand with one swift movement of the wing of the giant bird. He couldn¡¯t even thing properly as he got scratched and pecked everywhere.

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With all the violent shaking, Harry accidentally took a glimpse of the ground far below. The fear rose up to his head and distracted his mind until he lost his balance.

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He fell.