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The Pillar By: AVHS Fandom: HP/ Magic Knight Rayearth Crossover Disclaimer: All the original characters of the BTVS belong to those who made them
(Twentieth Century FOX, Warner Brothers, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui
Sanddollar, David Greenwalt Productions.). HP belongs to J. K. Rowling.
No infringement intended.
Spoiler: Nothing has gone bad . I think . Warning: "It contains violence, character death, m/m and f/f relationships, very mild
language, and something unexpected.
Summary: What if Ron isn't what he seems to be? Is he hiding something? Will his
secret endanger them all? Can Harry awake his hidden power and save his
beloved, his world? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
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Chapter 1 . A vision .
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"I'm worried about Ron, his lack of energy, his headaches. He keeps insisting that he's all right."
"I don't know, Harry, how and why, but ever since that field trip a few months ago, I don't know, I've had this strange feeling that Ron has changed somehow..."
Harry's eyes were sad and full of fear for his best friend ... After he had explained to Hermione about what was going with Ron; he could clearly see the over protectiveness from deep within Hermione's eyes. After she had marched off to probably find Ron and to maybe take him to Madam Pompfrey, Harry himself had to admit he shared the same feeling with Hermione, the over protectiveness from knowing that his best friend was getting sick. Ron ...
He shook his head, hoping to get rid of this strange feeling, which had consumed his mind and heart. He didn't understand why...but he knew that the magic if the heart worked in strange ways. He shook his head, trying to shake these strange emotions off as quickly as possible. He had to gather energy; soon the attacks on Hogwarts would start.
Among the Hogwarts students was the red haired and blue eyed Ron. He slumped down on his chair, both his elbows on the table and his head at the time being supported by his hands. He felt his stomach give a loud roar, but he didn't care, his nagging headache was back. This time it was worse than ever before.
He tried relaxing his thoughts; maybe if he didn't think about it, it would go away. But he couldn't. He had tried to hide it previously, but as his brother pointed out to him that morning, he wasn't fooling anybody. He worried that Hermione and Harry also noticed.
Harry would always find the darkness, no matter how small or how well he hid it from himself. Harry knew his red head friend, heart and soul, more intimately than any lover. Sometimes it seem that Ron depended on him for it, for his strength and his heart.
"I promise that I will start making decisions. Maybe Ron will not accept those decisions, but I have to make them for his own good. I had decided that I'm going to protect Ron no matter what. I had decided that Ron was safer in Hogwarts when I was out hunting Death Eater's. Most important of all I finally decided that it was all right to love him," Harry thought as he began to look for his friend.
-------------- 1 month ago . Ron's POV --------------
I was tired; I was tired of supporting the magical community. I was tired of being the Pillar. Unfortunately, the responsibility as well as the mantle of the Pillar wasn't my choice. Besides, it was getting hard to root out the darkness in my heart that was the reflection of the magical animals pain and I prayed for their pain to go away. It was a task to which I worked every hour of every day, until a few days ago I would have kept it as a secret, but my friends were starting to suspect something.
Besides, I was also coming down with something. I think I have a stomach virus or something because for the last few weeks I have been throwing up. The stress is worst than ever before. What's wrong with me? Things have really gotten to me, more than usual, I've actually cried once or twice. And I think I'm gaining weight.
I couldn't marry anyone because nobody was interested in marrying the Pillar. Everyone thought of themselves as not worthy enough to become the Pillar's mate. I felt like my heart would break every time I thought about my soulmate being somewhere out there and then darkness would appear. What shape it took would vary, sometimes a monster, a storm, a disease, I always have to find it and pray for the darkness to leave .
But . will it ever leave me alone.
-------------- Regular POV --------------
The night was unusually darker than the other night's. The air was felt breezy and crisp as it played with a red head's hair. At first, the air seemed to calm his depressing mood, but unfortunately, his air of calmness and numbness had not lasted enough. He had left the safety of his school and the over protectiveness of his friends, he was very aware that it was too late and that it could be dangerous to be walking alone outside at night. He sighed discouragedly, as he sluggishly walked down the street. He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket.
At the moment it seemed that he did not cared at all; he just wanted to find somewhere he could get wasted. Therefore, without thinking about the consequences of his actions, he entered the first bar that he saw through his tear filled eyes and fogged mind. "Oh yeah, he was going to get so wasted," the red head had thought to himself while he entered the bar.
When he had first entered the strange place, he was afraid that somebody might recognize him. Fortunately there weren't to many people, he decided to walk to the bar. Since the moment that he had sat in front of the bar he had began to drink and try to forget all of the events that had lead him to that hellhole. The bar did not look like a hellhole, like he noticed enough to care, but for the weary eyed stranger everything seemed to be one.
The bartender that had serve the red haired beauty could not help but think about the stranger's soul hurt filled blue eyes that she was seeing on her bar. Her red haired beauty was drinking profoundly and seemed that he wanted to desperately forget something. She could not help herself from watching him and because he was making things worst by drinking his troubles away or at least trying to. She could not help herself from looking that what he was wearing on his face only made him look better, almost angelic like sort of way. To her he seemed just like an enigma, an enigma that she wanted to know and discover its unknown secrets.
Through the dim light of the bar, she could see that the unfamiliar person had a piercing on his mouth. His smooth, milky skin only made his blue eyes seemed to stand out more and so make him better looking than what he already was. She just wanted to make the stranger's hurt go away but she could not because it seemed that he did not wanted any help except to drink himself stupid. She had tried to communicate earlier with him but he did not wanted to talk to anybody apparently and only ordered drinks from her. As she was serving somebody else, she could not help but think on what was going on in the red haired man's head.
The red haired beauty found that he was alone in his misery trip, so what the heck, he continued to drink. While he was with his group that was the first time, he had felt as miserable and as alone as before he Harry. His heart and soul were occupied by a black void. He had truly never felt so alone or so empty. It seemed that he was running on empty. This was the first time that he had been without his friends overprotective company. He did not have his friends near by in case he needed them. Company that he had thoughtlessly and foolishly had left behind. To him life just didn't mean as much, but the gazes of pity that he had gotten from his friends, in his mind he just saw pity, instead of looking beyond that and truly see that they were concerned.
It seemed that that was one of his lowest times to brood about his life and he did not liked how some parts of his life had gone. The hurting, the suffering, and sitting in some unknown bar, getting wasted, he was recently sprawled over some unknown counter had made things worst, his head was cast down and his eyes were closed, his left hand was currently drawing circles around the glasses perimeter as he thought more and more about past events and about his probable future. A future that he already knew with some advanced time was going to be short.
At first, he had not predicted to end up again in a place like that. Of all places, he could not think of a better one to be than in a bar. At first, he had considered to jump from astronomy tower and die quickly. Or to do a killing curse on himself, or to cut his wrist, so he could die in a pool of his own blood, or he could drink tequila with his prescribed medicine and liberate him from his pain, grief and suffering from his past demons that had built up in his shattered soul.
The only thing that made him change his mind was when he saw the picture of his friends. However, at the same time it ripped him apart to think about how his friends viewed him. His friends viewed him as someone to be protected, someone weak. Even thought he could feel his friends' love he could not help but to feel that his hands were still stained with the blood of an innocent, an innocent that he had mistaken for one of them. He began to think about what the Scooby gang might be doing and wanted to start crying again, about how much he had hurt them. He thought that they hated him by what he had done to them and for leaving them the way that he did. In short, he just wanted to punish himself for his past mistakes. "Well, at least I'm not suicidal. anymore," He grimly thought to himself.
Later he began to think about his present friends, and thought about the note that he had left them. Then he had realized how selfish he had acted by leaving the school without telling any of his friends where he had gone. He could only imagine how worried they would be when they found his note. "I can't believe that I am so selfish, maybe that is why nobody loves me," he bitterly wondered to himself, as he sucked greedily on the bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had finally bought.
He had remembered what his life had been before he had met Xander and his friend's before . before he had met them, he had been living in a dingy motel room. In that dingy hotel, room's window he would always watch Los Angeles nightlife. He could clearly see that the motel's neighborhood was much run down and there were many homeless people that would not be missed, that were nobody's and deep down in the red head's soul he had intended to be one more. He closed his eyes as he had begun to struggle with his resurging memories but to no avail they came.
He had betrayed his only friends from America in the end of an upcoming battle to save the city. He knew that by closing his eyes that it was in a vein attempt to not remember such events. He had thought that he could not possible feel any worst but as always his guilt and sorrow that came into his memories had proved him wrong.
-------------- Ron's POV FLASHBACK
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It had been a week since I had woken up from my coma and left Sunnydale to go to live in LA. First, I had knocked somebody out and stole the clothing that that person was wearing. Instead of leaving that person naked, I just dressed the person in the hospital's gown and left the person in the hospital bed in which I had been sleeping on. While I had stolen the poor person's clothes, I also stole the person's wallet and bought a ticket as far as the money that I had stolen would take me.
Unfortunately, it had not taken me too far and had left me in LA. I was not having any luck in finding some kind of Job because by now I was already tired of kicking the crap out of demons but the stealing was good. I had been wondering on the streets of LA, I felt too tired, dirty and hungry to fight anything and for awhile I had been broke and on my own. At first I had bought a bus ticket thanks to someone I had stole from but other wise I did not had any money or a stable job, so I would had to stay in seedy motel rooms thanks to the little money that I owned. I was still thinking and repeating to myself that in leaving Sunnydale, or Sunnyhell as my old friends used to call it, and all of the friends that I had backstabbed had been a good idea at the time.
I was once again, in my old apartment the one that the mayor had gotten for me. I was facing Xander, the first vampire slayer that had been called. I had remembered the heated battle between Xander and myself. I was shocked when Xander as he slides the knife into the side of my stomach. My own incredulous shock by what Xander did, just before I jump of the building. Later I wake up in a strange hospital, get up and walk away. At first when I had been in LA, I could not get a job because I was still underage and the only thing that I managed to do was to beat some demons and other ugly things that go bump in the night that I found and then steal from them. If said demons had been vamps then I would beat them up, steal from them, and dust them.
By now I was in a dark alleyway, I had been following a vampire who had been in full game face just before the vamp had took off just a few blocks away from where I was. As I got close to the wandering vampire, I carefully pull out a stake I had always carried and began to walk menacingly towards the vamp. At first, the vamp had looked confused and then he had laugh because maybe he had thought that the human that had been following him was just a normal weakling human.
"What do you want? I know that you had been following me for a while. Do you want to die little boy," The vamp had asked me, once I had stopped in front of the vamp. I could clearly see the yellow eyes of the vampire thanks to the streetlight and he noticed that we were alone in an empty back alley and because of this I wickedly smiled at the soon to be pile of dust.
"Hmmm, nothing much. I am not a weak little boy. Just because you are soon going to be a pile of dust, I will tell you what I want. I just want to kick the living crap out of you, steal your money, dust you on the spot and you know what. I'm just getting started," I had immediately ran toward the vamp, stake held low and ready at my side. I gave a powerful punch to the vamp's face that knocked the startled vampire into the street.
Before the demon could react, I had sit on top of the vampire to straddle the vampire and kept punching the poor defend less vampire on the chest until the poor vamp had almost passed out just from the sheer force of my brutality. I then looked for money and after finding a wad of cash, I then plunged the stake into the vamp's chest, dusting the vampire instantly.
By then, I had found myself panting heavily by the fight. I was so full of adrenaline that I did not noticed that a figure had walked behind me, until a large hand had grabbed me by the neck and hauled me to my feet and had kept me a few centimeters off the ground. I had been surprise because I had not noticed the strange looking demon and by now was holding me by the neck. I was staring dazedly and confused at the huge, beefy looking demon that was holding onto me, not even really reacting much to the beefy demon that had scales for skin. It looks like this is it; I am going to be killed by this weird creature just like every slayer does.
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The Pillar By: AVHS Fandom: HP/ Magic Knight Rayearth Crossover Disclaimer: All the original characters of the BTVS belong to those who made them
(Twentieth Century FOX, Warner Brothers, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui
Sanddollar, David Greenwalt Productions.). HP belongs to J. K. Rowling.
No infringement intended.
Spoiler: Nothing has gone bad . I think . Warning: "It contains violence, character death, m/m and f/f relationships, very mild
language, and something unexpected.
Summary: What if Ron isn't what he seems to be? Is he hiding something? Will his
secret endanger them all? Can Harry awake his hidden power and save his
beloved, his world? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
-------------------------------
Chapter 1 . A vision .
-------------------------------
"I'm worried about Ron, his lack of energy, his headaches. He keeps insisting that he's all right."
"I don't know, Harry, how and why, but ever since that field trip a few months ago, I don't know, I've had this strange feeling that Ron has changed somehow..."
Harry's eyes were sad and full of fear for his best friend ... After he had explained to Hermione about what was going with Ron; he could clearly see the over protectiveness from deep within Hermione's eyes. After she had marched off to probably find Ron and to maybe take him to Madam Pompfrey, Harry himself had to admit he shared the same feeling with Hermione, the over protectiveness from knowing that his best friend was getting sick. Ron ...
He shook his head, hoping to get rid of this strange feeling, which had consumed his mind and heart. He didn't understand why...but he knew that the magic if the heart worked in strange ways. He shook his head, trying to shake these strange emotions off as quickly as possible. He had to gather energy; soon the attacks on Hogwarts would start.
Among the Hogwarts students was the red haired and blue eyed Ron. He slumped down on his chair, both his elbows on the table and his head at the time being supported by his hands. He felt his stomach give a loud roar, but he didn't care, his nagging headache was back. This time it was worse than ever before.
He tried relaxing his thoughts; maybe if he didn't think about it, it would go away. But he couldn't. He had tried to hide it previously, but as his brother pointed out to him that morning, he wasn't fooling anybody. He worried that Hermione and Harry also noticed.
Harry would always find the darkness, no matter how small or how well he hid it from himself. Harry knew his red head friend, heart and soul, more intimately than any lover. Sometimes it seem that Ron depended on him for it, for his strength and his heart.
"I promise that I will start making decisions. Maybe Ron will not accept those decisions, but I have to make them for his own good. I had decided that I'm going to protect Ron no matter what. I had decided that Ron was safer in Hogwarts when I was out hunting Death Eater's. Most important of all I finally decided that it was all right to love him," Harry thought as he began to look for his friend.
-------------- 1 month ago . Ron's POV --------------
I was tired; I was tired of supporting the magical community. I was tired of being the Pillar. Unfortunately, the responsibility as well as the mantle of the Pillar wasn't my choice. Besides, it was getting hard to root out the darkness in my heart that was the reflection of the magical animals pain and I prayed for their pain to go away. It was a task to which I worked every hour of every day, until a few days ago I would have kept it as a secret, but my friends were starting to suspect something.
Besides, I was also coming down with something. I think I have a stomach virus or something because for the last few weeks I have been throwing up. The stress is worst than ever before. What's wrong with me? Things have really gotten to me, more than usual, I've actually cried once or twice. And I think I'm gaining weight.
I couldn't marry anyone because nobody was interested in marrying the Pillar. Everyone thought of themselves as not worthy enough to become the Pillar's mate. I felt like my heart would break every time I thought about my soulmate being somewhere out there and then darkness would appear. What shape it took would vary, sometimes a monster, a storm, a disease, I always have to find it and pray for the darkness to leave .
But . will it ever leave me alone.
-------------- Regular POV --------------
The night was unusually darker than the other night's. The air was felt breezy and crisp as it played with a red head's hair. At first, the air seemed to calm his depressing mood, but unfortunately, his air of calmness and numbness had not lasted enough. He had left the safety of his school and the over protectiveness of his friends, he was very aware that it was too late and that it could be dangerous to be walking alone outside at night. He sighed discouragedly, as he sluggishly walked down the street. He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket.
At the moment it seemed that he did not cared at all; he just wanted to find somewhere he could get wasted. Therefore, without thinking about the consequences of his actions, he entered the first bar that he saw through his tear filled eyes and fogged mind. "Oh yeah, he was going to get so wasted," the red head had thought to himself while he entered the bar.
When he had first entered the strange place, he was afraid that somebody might recognize him. Fortunately there weren't to many people, he decided to walk to the bar. Since the moment that he had sat in front of the bar he had began to drink and try to forget all of the events that had lead him to that hellhole. The bar did not look like a hellhole, like he noticed enough to care, but for the weary eyed stranger everything seemed to be one.
The bartender that had serve the red haired beauty could not help but think about the stranger's soul hurt filled blue eyes that she was seeing on her bar. Her red haired beauty was drinking profoundly and seemed that he wanted to desperately forget something. She could not help herself from watching him and because he was making things worst by drinking his troubles away or at least trying to. She could not help herself from looking that what he was wearing on his face only made him look better, almost angelic like sort of way. To her he seemed just like an enigma, an enigma that she wanted to know and discover its unknown secrets.
Through the dim light of the bar, she could see that the unfamiliar person had a piercing on his mouth. His smooth, milky skin only made his blue eyes seemed to stand out more and so make him better looking than what he already was. She just wanted to make the stranger's hurt go away but she could not because it seemed that he did not wanted any help except to drink himself stupid. She had tried to communicate earlier with him but he did not wanted to talk to anybody apparently and only ordered drinks from her. As she was serving somebody else, she could not help but think on what was going on in the red haired man's head.
The red haired beauty found that he was alone in his misery trip, so what the heck, he continued to drink. While he was with his group that was the first time, he had felt as miserable and as alone as before he Harry. His heart and soul were occupied by a black void. He had truly never felt so alone or so empty. It seemed that he was running on empty. This was the first time that he had been without his friends overprotective company. He did not have his friends near by in case he needed them. Company that he had thoughtlessly and foolishly had left behind. To him life just didn't mean as much, but the gazes of pity that he had gotten from his friends, in his mind he just saw pity, instead of looking beyond that and truly see that they were concerned.
It seemed that that was one of his lowest times to brood about his life and he did not liked how some parts of his life had gone. The hurting, the suffering, and sitting in some unknown bar, getting wasted, he was recently sprawled over some unknown counter had made things worst, his head was cast down and his eyes were closed, his left hand was currently drawing circles around the glasses perimeter as he thought more and more about past events and about his probable future. A future that he already knew with some advanced time was going to be short.
At first, he had not predicted to end up again in a place like that. Of all places, he could not think of a better one to be than in a bar. At first, he had considered to jump from astronomy tower and die quickly. Or to do a killing curse on himself, or to cut his wrist, so he could die in a pool of his own blood, or he could drink tequila with his prescribed medicine and liberate him from his pain, grief and suffering from his past demons that had built up in his shattered soul.
The only thing that made him change his mind was when he saw the picture of his friends. However, at the same time it ripped him apart to think about how his friends viewed him. His friends viewed him as someone to be protected, someone weak. Even thought he could feel his friends' love he could not help but to feel that his hands were still stained with the blood of an innocent, an innocent that he had mistaken for one of them. He began to think about what the Scooby gang might be doing and wanted to start crying again, about how much he had hurt them. He thought that they hated him by what he had done to them and for leaving them the way that he did. In short, he just wanted to punish himself for his past mistakes. "Well, at least I'm not suicidal. anymore," He grimly thought to himself.
Later he began to think about his present friends, and thought about the note that he had left them. Then he had realized how selfish he had acted by leaving the school without telling any of his friends where he had gone. He could only imagine how worried they would be when they found his note. "I can't believe that I am so selfish, maybe that is why nobody loves me," he bitterly wondered to himself, as he sucked greedily on the bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had finally bought.
He had remembered what his life had been before he had met Xander and his friend's before . before he had met them, he had been living in a dingy motel room. In that dingy hotel, room's window he would always watch Los Angeles nightlife. He could clearly see that the motel's neighborhood was much run down and there were many homeless people that would not be missed, that were nobody's and deep down in the red head's soul he had intended to be one more. He closed his eyes as he had begun to struggle with his resurging memories but to no avail they came.
He had betrayed his only friends from America in the end of an upcoming battle to save the city. He knew that by closing his eyes that it was in a vein attempt to not remember such events. He had thought that he could not possible feel any worst but as always his guilt and sorrow that came into his memories had proved him wrong.
-------------- Ron's POV FLASHBACK
--------------
It had been a week since I had woken up from my coma and left Sunnydale to go to live in LA. First, I had knocked somebody out and stole the clothing that that person was wearing. Instead of leaving that person naked, I just dressed the person in the hospital's gown and left the person in the hospital bed in which I had been sleeping on. While I had stolen the poor person's clothes, I also stole the person's wallet and bought a ticket as far as the money that I had stolen would take me.
Unfortunately, it had not taken me too far and had left me in LA. I was not having any luck in finding some kind of Job because by now I was already tired of kicking the crap out of demons but the stealing was good. I had been wondering on the streets of LA, I felt too tired, dirty and hungry to fight anything and for awhile I had been broke and on my own. At first I had bought a bus ticket thanks to someone I had stole from but other wise I did not had any money or a stable job, so I would had to stay in seedy motel rooms thanks to the little money that I owned. I was still thinking and repeating to myself that in leaving Sunnydale, or Sunnyhell as my old friends used to call it, and all of the friends that I had backstabbed had been a good idea at the time.
I was once again, in my old apartment the one that the mayor had gotten for me. I was facing Xander, the first vampire slayer that had been called. I had remembered the heated battle between Xander and myself. I was shocked when Xander as he slides the knife into the side of my stomach. My own incredulous shock by what Xander did, just before I jump of the building. Later I wake up in a strange hospital, get up and walk away. At first when I had been in LA, I could not get a job because I was still underage and the only thing that I managed to do was to beat some demons and other ugly things that go bump in the night that I found and then steal from them. If said demons had been vamps then I would beat them up, steal from them, and dust them.
By now I was in a dark alleyway, I had been following a vampire who had been in full game face just before the vamp had took off just a few blocks away from where I was. As I got close to the wandering vampire, I carefully pull out a stake I had always carried and began to walk menacingly towards the vamp. At first, the vamp had looked confused and then he had laugh because maybe he had thought that the human that had been following him was just a normal weakling human.
"What do you want? I know that you had been following me for a while. Do you want to die little boy," The vamp had asked me, once I had stopped in front of the vamp. I could clearly see the yellow eyes of the vampire thanks to the streetlight and he noticed that we were alone in an empty back alley and because of this I wickedly smiled at the soon to be pile of dust.
"Hmmm, nothing much. I am not a weak little boy. Just because you are soon going to be a pile of dust, I will tell you what I want. I just want to kick the living crap out of you, steal your money, dust you on the spot and you know what. I'm just getting started," I had immediately ran toward the vamp, stake held low and ready at my side. I gave a powerful punch to the vamp's face that knocked the startled vampire into the street.
Before the demon could react, I had sit on top of the vampire to straddle the vampire and kept punching the poor defend less vampire on the chest until the poor vamp had almost passed out just from the sheer force of my brutality. I then looked for money and after finding a wad of cash, I then plunged the stake into the vamp's chest, dusting the vampire instantly.
By then, I had found myself panting heavily by the fight. I was so full of adrenaline that I did not noticed that a figure had walked behind me, until a large hand had grabbed me by the neck and hauled me to my feet and had kept me a few centimeters off the ground. I had been surprise because I had not noticed the strange looking demon and by now was holding me by the neck. I was staring dazedly and confused at the huge, beefy looking demon that was holding onto me, not even really reacting much to the beefy demon that had scales for skin. It looks like this is it; I am going to be killed by this weird creature just like every slayer does.
-------- T B C --------
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