Disclaimer: (sigh) Alas, I am not JKR. Thus, I do not own Harry Potter, nor anything related to HP.
Warning: This is the sequel to my other story "From Green to Black". If you have not read that, then go read it please. Also this has foul language in it.
To all HOMOPHOBICS: you wanna read this fic, fine with me. But I'm warning you now that this story has slash in it. no complaints.
a/n: sorry it took so long to post this story.
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(Linkin Park music blasting on surround sound) (a/n: I don't own Linkin Park either)
Harry: (strumming air guitar crazily, stomping foot on the floor) MEMORIES CONSUME, LIKE OPENING THE WOUND...
Miku and Iviana: ...
Harry: I'M PICKING ME APART AGAIN, YOU ALL ASSUME I'M SAFE HERE IN MY ROOM...
Miku and Iviana: 0.0
Iviana: Umm...ok.
Miku: Right...I think his depression is getting worst and his sanity is fading...
Iviana: Yeah... He is definitely no Chester Bennington...
Miku: Yeah...does he really need to be screaming his lungs out for this song?
Iviana: Speaking of Chester, there is a reason I haven't been able to post this story for a while- Chester, THE Chester, proposed to me!!! WEEE!! I've been so busy planning a wedding and reception, I just haven't had the time to write!
Miku: Uh, Iviana? Chester didn't propose to you – you've never even met him.
Iviana: Oh yeah? then what do you call this ring? (holds out her hand)
Miku: That would be the mood ring your ex gave you two years ago. And you've spent the last week deliriously ill with a fever, blasting 'Meteora' and 'Hybrid Theory' on the stereo.
Iviana:... ... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! (runs away in tears)
Miku: Merlin, I think she's worse than Harry (looks at the boy still pretending to be a member of Linkin Park) nyeh....Wait a minute! With Iviana gone, that leaves me in charge of the story for the time being...(malicious grin) In that case, here's the story...bwahahahahaahaha! Enjoy...
Harry: SO I'M BREAKING THE HABIT, I'M BREAKING THE HABIT, TONIGHT...
Chapter OneThe tall, slender blonde man with an unnatural beauty stood, looking out the tall window, staring upon the ground below. He watched the bright lights of curses and hexes, dancing around the people participating in the Battle below.
Taking a sip of the finest wine money could buy, the blonde sighed, silver eyes flicking over to the mahogany desk standing in the corner. Setting down the glass on the windowsill, he walked over to the mahogony work of art.
The desk really was a mess. Old newspaper clippings were scattered upon it. Some were so old, they had been written by Rita Skeeter during the Triwizard Tournament, an event which took place about four years ago.
One clipping caught the silver eyed man's eyes. The photo was of the Boy-Who-Lived. The Dark Lord. No, correction – the Dark Lord who had disappeared about a year ago, mysteriously.
Well, at least, the disappearance was mysterious to everyone, albeit the man looking upon the picture.
In fact, all of the pictures were of that certain raven-haired man. The earlier ones looked happy, smiling up at the blonde, while the later ones scowled and sneered.
Ahh, he was so innocent back then, the man thought, looking at the Triwizard photo. And so beautiful. Yes, that boy has a beauty, one no one else owns.
Stroking the photo with his thumb, the man sunk into the desk chair, staring at the photo. How he missed that boy.
Sure, he had realized he had grown fond of Harry when he reigned as the Dark Lord, but he never knew exactly how fond of the boy until recently.
The blonde would give anything to see those emerald eyes again. Half of him wanted to just disappear to New York, just to look upon that lovely face again. But his willpower would not allow it. His place was here, reigning terror upon the wizarding world.
Sighing yet again, he closed his eyes, now realizing a little how Harry had felt when he reigned.
The blonde had no clue how long he had fallen asleep. All he knew was that suddenly he awoke abruptly to a BANG! from inside his manor.
What the fuckin hell? he thought, narrowing his eyes, Those fuckin wards should've prevented anyone from-
His thoughts were cut short by the door to the study slamming open with a great force. The blonde spun around, seeing the faces of six aurors.
"Malfoy," the leader snarled, pointing his wand at the man, "We finally caught you scumbag."
Shock fading and with lightning speed, the blonde grabbed a glass orb perched on the desk. The older Malfoy sneered at the aurors.
"Not yet, Moody, not yet."
The aurors shot dozens of stunning spells rapidly, determined to catch this Dark Lord.
Harry, the blonde thought before the world turned dark as he was swept away by the orb, fading out of consciousness due to the stunning spells.
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Harry sighed as he sat up in bed, kicking off the covers. He quickly got in the shower and scrubbed his body angrily. Angrily? Hell no, furiously was more like it.
Afterwards, he threw on some black clothing. Looking at himself in the mirror, he noted he had changed in the past year. True, his hair was still black-green-silver, and his eyes dark green, but he had grown taller, his hair longer and messier, and had higher cheek bones. But most importantly, his scar was what looked like the color black, but in actuality, it was dark, dark green.
Before leaving, he grabbed his gun and cell phone, lip curling in disgust. Every morning began like this one. Every morning he woke up in this detestable place, and every morning he went to work. Well, one could call it work.
Harry stepped out of the door of his apartment building, glaring at the muggle city lying before his eyes. I fucking can't stand this, he thought bitterly as he unlocked the door to his black mustang (the car).
Harry Potter hated everything about the muggle world – the noise, the smell of the city, the muggle behavior, and most importantly, he hated muggles, those filthy creatures.
But he put up with living in New York City, despite how much he hated it.
Despite how much he wanted to destroy it.
Why, you ask, is he living a life in the muggle world if he hated it so? If he felt it was merely filth, merely dirt?
Well, to put it simply, he hates the wizarding world even more.
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Harry: (still strumming air guitar and stomping foot) I'VE BECOME SO NUMB, I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE, BECOME SO TIRED, SO MUCH MORE AWARE...
Miku: Dear Merlin, SHUT UP already! You suck at singing!!!! You are insulting Linkin Park by your singing!!!!
Harry: (glares) See how bad the muggleworld is for me?!?!?! if Iviana would just take me out and put me back in the wizarding world where I belong...hey...isn't that a song, 'Somewhere I Belong'? (prepares to continue singing)
Miku: NOOOOO! (clamps hand over Harry's mouth)
Harry: (removes hand) Fine....I won't sing now. OI, IVIANA!!! CAN YOU PLEASE please PLEASE let me go back to the wizarding world???? ASAP?!
Iviana: (stomps out and snaps bitterly) Shut up.
Harry: ( O.O ) What's her problem?
Miku: Hmmm? Oh, she's just suffering from reality. Can't handle the fact that Chester Bennington didn't actually propose to her...
Iviana: ... ... NOOOOOO! (sobs, runs away and slams the bedroom door)
Miku: Woot! Looks like I'm in charge of the story for a bit longer....muahahahahaha
Harry: Soooo, Miku...How bout putting me back in the wizarding world???
Miku: (scary grin) Oh, but my dear boy, I like torturing you...muahahahahahahahaha!!
Harry: (eyes widen) IVIANA!!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW!!! BEFORE SHE KILLS ME!!! FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN, STOP MOPING!!!
Miku: This shall be fun....(evil cackle)
Harry: (shrinks back into the shadows fearfully)
a/n: Oi, I know that was really short, but I did just recover from a fever. Sorry! the next chapter should be longer!!!
aye, I am indeed suffering from the reality of life, so press the 'go' button on the left side of the screen and make this depressed writer happy...it will pay off very well in the end! please no complaints about slash though!