Once Cursed, Twice Blessed

By: The Silver Fallen

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related material you may recognize. If I did, certain people wouldn't be dead or together and vice-versa, not to mention that this wouldn't be posted here.

Warnings: This fic WILL have slash in it, one way or another, though not necessarily only slash. There will be character bashing herein. It will have Dark!Semi-Advanced!Harry, weird stuff will go down, and people that are OOC in-character - that will make sense later. (Yes I said that just to confuse you.) This may get fluffy, it may get graphic, it may even get gory so don't flame for something I've already warned you about right here. I don't care if you like my fic or not, just don't be here to express inane comments. If you insist, my abs will get a workout trying not to laugh.
Note: The genre is general, and I really don't like that. But I can only put two, and it's quite a bit more than just two. I put humour as well since I like to add in my two cents every here and there, but I'm not sure if all of you can understand my wit. But on another note, the rating may go up to M later. Or maybe just one chapter - I'll warn you.

Summary: 'I can't stand this: my mentor the King of Lies, my nemesis the Gospel, my friends my enemies, and a Slytherin in my bed…' Harry knew it to be true and always did, but that didn't make the truth any easier to cope with, just easier to keep it hidden.

§ Parseltongue §

"Telepathy/Legilimency"

'Thoughts'

Prologue

If only for a moment

I wish I could hold you.

Safe you'd be, here in my arms,

If only for a moment.

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They say Love has no bounds where selflessness is a given;
where a single instance of happiness seems to outshine almost a lifetime of darkness;
where a brief embrace still encompasses you in a blanket of safety,
if only just one more second.

In the way the world views Love, there is no flaw.
But the problem lies in that people mistake their feelings for True love, an already rare occurrence.
Thus the grand tales of lovers enduring all obstacles and trials
become legends amongst the day to day dramas and tribulations
between the every day embraces and amorous kisses.

…But now I wonder, is my love a legend or a simple fairy tale?
Is it even true love? Perhaps twisted is more appropriate
to describe the story of my supposed "turning."
Or maybe an atonement of sorts, for all the wrongs done between the two of us.
There is a place in history for both of our own things that we did and did not do
and now perhaps a thing we did together.

The two of us have been given tons of epithets through the years,
either from friends or the general public and that blasted newspaper.
Star-crossed lovers, two sides of the same coin,
Saviours, fallen angels,
Destroyers, harbingers of doom, to even disgusting sex fiends
(and that one was from a friend, or ex-friend I should say)
But then there's our favourite joke: Eternally Damned.