Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary - This is where nightmares are made, this is where death is cleverly hidden; and somehow, through it all, they find comfort in eachother, and manage to keep it a secret-- for now.
Saving Me
Prologue
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As the cold, bleak night drew to a close, a man, dressed completely in black, sits, looking out of his window, finding peace and comfort in the dim light given by the stars.
It is cold, cold enough for a fire to be lit, blankets to be brought out, and romance to filter in through one's body, but this man only had two of the much wanted three, and so was content with what he had.
A startling knock at the door.
Getting up,his body tired and aching from the day,he walked to the door, opening it.
A picture was shoved into his face.
"What is this?"
"Ha--Potter, it's three in the morning. What are you doing here?" He rubbed his eyes as sleep started to make them heavy.
"I found this-- this pict--"
The man, slowly realizing what this picture was, grew quite pale, and stepped aside, letting the raven-haired boy in.
"I know that that woman is my mother, but is that-- you?"
He was silent for a moment, finally realizing how tired he was, and how long ago this had happened.
"Yes, Potter, this is me and your mum, and by the rudeness of your tone, and the complete carelessness of your manners by not respecting one's privacy, I think you'd like to know how this happened."
Harry's emerald green eyes bore into him, flashing dangerously.
And so they both sat, and by the dim light of the dying fire and even dimmer stars, the story began...