hi! i know, i should probably focus on Oltwn but i can't take this idea out of my head so here it is.
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Blood. It was blood.
There was just too much red, it was practically everywhere; pooling on the floor, sprinkling his face, soaking his father and his mother. Oh no, the footsteps are nearing his hiding place.
It was only a few moments ago that Harry's mother was telling him a bedtime story,the next his father barging in his bedroom and shoving him into the closet. 'Shh… Harry, don't make a noise, don't let them find you.' It was most of what he could catch in his half-sleep state besides the hushed exchanges of his parents.
Harry thought nothing of it, in fact the six-year-old was slowly lulling back to sleep, that is until he heard a sudden explosion, and the felt blood, that got to him from the few inches of opening in his closet, turn cold and chilled his face, chilling his whole body as shivers ran up and down his spine. It was like a bucket of ice was poured on him as he saw his mother, Lilly's body lying limp on the floor and he heard another thud from the nearby corner.
What happened? Harry didn't understand, scary stuff like this only happens on nightmares and he would soon wake up, right? Is it a dream? Reality? If it is, that's unacceptable. He felt nauseous and frozen at that moment. Time didn't move, because if it did- he wouldn't wake up…please, don't let anything move… if it did…if…
The boy's eyes widened as the deafening silence got broken by light footsteps nearing his hiding place. 'Don't come near, don't come near…' he repeated it again, and again in his head like a mantra. The man would open his closet, he would come to kill Harry. It was that realization that struck the boy.
Suddenly, he remembered his drawing materials, the one he hides in his closet, his pencil- his newly sharpened pencil. He shuffled in the tiny spaced, creating much noise, but alas he found what he was looking for.
Harry heard a dark chuckle the outside of his closet "Here kitty, kitty…". Harry gripped his weapon tighter and watched as rays of light streamed into the small space…
"Harry, Harry wake up." Said person startled out of his sleep as Remus Lupin, his foster father shook him. A twenty-year-old man with raven hair, porcelain skin and Jade eyes that glowed in the dark, panted heavily as the sweat that covered his body made him shudder. No it wasn't the cold. The bile that accumulated in his guts are not from the cold at all. "Nightmare? Again?" Remus asked, and all Harry did was nod stiffly as a reply.
That horrible night, just remembering it made him shiver uncontrollably. Warm hands held him tight as a soothing voice spoke of nonsense in his ears. The simple act of kindness, not too much to make him sick, no less to make him need more, just enough to calm him down to suppress his nerves and stop the shaking- nothing less from a world class psychiatrist. "You must get some more sleep. Big meeting tomorrow, your mind should be at top form, but then again it always is." He said lightly while stoking the younger man's hair. "Remus," Harry looked up "thank you."
"A little too ideal and suspicious don't you think?" Harry Potter drawled. "but of course, that's not the only problem. There are a few companies reported bankrupt, all," he tapped the folder in front of him "had records of having contracts, agreements and/or coalitions with this certain company." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, although it cannot be seen clearly in the dim room with only a power point presentation that served as illumination, his eyes glowed brightly, claiming everyone's attention . "I refuse to have anything to do with it." he said flat out.
"I agree with Mr. Potter." Said an old man's voice, followed by a few affirmatives coming from every direction. As one of the youngest and most powerful business men in the world, his word was trusted and taken seriously, after brutally pushing down all doubts about him and his competence in his first exposure to this kind of society, it wasn't long till he flew his way to the very top- now he have everyone in this room, dancing in the palm of his hand, agreeing to his words and supporting his every action.
The meeting pretty much went well all throughout, smoothly. The lights turned on once more as the presentations came to an end, after exchanging 'well done' s and 'goodbye's, shaking hands and such niceties; everyone slowly left the room. Harry wanted to leave last, finally he stood up and gathered his briefcase, he didn't want to socialize- they all rarely see each other anyway, those CEO s, presidents and representatives from other companies, and , in fact he barely pays attention to most names and faces. The playing-nice part is meant for his staff, he was the head, who plans everything and from time to time, becomes the face too.
"Impressive today, Mr. Potter." A silky voice said from his back, accompanying the footsteps heading for the door. Harry looked up to the tall man "Thank you Mr.?"
"Riddle," ah, the billionaire who is deeply into the underground transactions, that includes assassination deals, drugs… but an invaluable asset of course, a very dependable asset, Harry listed the man's information in his head within the split second of his pause.
The man faced him fully, "Tom Riddle." Harry's eyes widened, he almost didn't catch the "I look forward to the next time we meet." . As it was he managed to shake himself and replied a weak 'Yes' as the door closed leaving him alone. Pale skin, silky mud-brown hair and dark eyes that had a tint of Red…
His chest was burning, his breathing uneven and his vision was starting to blur- Harry was running away from the man, who was chasing him, who killed his parents. His foot tripped over a branch but he felt no pain, so he stood and began running again, coming out from the thick trees onto the highway.
He came to a stop when he saw a black car, one of its windows half-open revealing a man with pale skin, very dark hair in the night light, and had rubies for eyes. It was the last thing he remembered before another speeding car hit him and he lost consciousness.
He only woke up later with a kind guy named Remus Lupin taking care of him. He survived the accident, coming down from an adrenaline high, feeling every ache in his body and in his heart. He was alone.
There was no doubt about it, Harry never doubts his memories. The man earlier was, though has changed a little over time, was the guy from that black car. How can he not remember, when he was one of those people whom God forbade to forget.
It won't take a genius really; a man in involved in underground business, incidentally around at the night of his parents' murder- he's involved.
Why? After all these years, when he was just a teenager and sought out revenge, he came back fruitless. When Remus finally managed to convince him to leave the past and live his life, why must it come chasing him back? Remus... he taught Harry his own identity, not the person he needs to be, he was the only person that Harry could trust, that Harry could love and cherish, that Harry feels the need to please. He taught the boy right and wrong and everything in between. No, he can't let his past bother him; revenge may never brings one joy- you'll only feel empty and in the end realize that you've wasted your time to wallow in misery.
But then again Harry isn't the kind of person to forgive and forget- good advice, yes- but not very practical... he hasn't healed yet. He is in pain, yes. But unless absolutely necessary, he won't strike first; maybe if the chance presents itself, yes- but he won't let emotion drive him this time. He should face it with his calm; La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid.
It really is a small world, who would've thought? Such perfect features are not seen often. He has grown into a delectable young man. That cherubic child fourteen years ago who didn't seem to know left from right had grown into an intelligent and invaluable person. He chuckled. The last of the Potters, it was such a hassle eliminating them, much more just locating them. That night when he saw the kid get hit by a car, he thought their line was finished for sure, how wrong he was.
Usually, he only sends his men to these kind of occasions but today, he saw Harry Potter's name, and he just needed to see for himself. He needed to know how a child with incredible survival skills had grown up and he wasn't disappointed. It was priceless afterall, when one his men came back reporting while having his companion in the hospital, sporting a pencil in his eye.
It has been too long, far too long since anyone sparked Tom Riddle's interest. The first time their eyes met, fourteen years ago, the boy had made his breath caught in his throat, those challenging emotions that flashed in those Jade orbs, the determined face that gave so much life. He regretted letting the car drive him by and the driver take him away.
Today, it was much, much more. That young man is undeniably gorgeous in appearance, his voice spoke of confidence, and his eyes alight with wit and intelligence. Fascinating indeed. Now that they meet again, there is no way that Harry Potter would escape his clutches.
CH1 end
so, should i continue this? please review and let me know of what you think!
