Disclaimer: No, not mine. What a pity.
A/N: Ah, a new story jumped out of my mind. Or should I couldn't get this story out of my head and is driving me crazy@_@. I hope when I let it out I can continue with my other story, too.
Well, I hope you like it. Oh, pairing will be Draco/Harry and ?/Harry. That means boy/boy relationship, so when you don't like it STOP READING AND NO FLAMES PLEASE.
Chapter 1
Sparkling green eyes stared up at him in wonder, so incredible huge in the soft face, framed by tousled black hair that looked as if it had never seen a brush before.
//Such innocence.// He thought, his hands itching to touch this beautiful young boy. //Such beauty.//
His heart clenched in a delightful way as suddenly a bright smile lightened the boys face.
"Are you an angel?" The boy whispered.
Smiling He shook his head so that his hair brushed the inside of his hood.
"No, my little one."
// I never thought you would say something like that to me.//
Gracefully He lowered himself on one knee in front of the boy--and his eyes narrowed a bit as he noticed the slight tension that this caused in the too small body.
What must this boy endure from the muggles, calling themselves his relatives?
Carefully He took one small hand and held it lightly in one of his. It was warm and He fought the urge to wrap His arms around the latter to feel the warmth that his whole body must
But He didn't want to scare him.
Not when He had finally found him.
"I'm no angel. But you mustn't fear me. I will not hurt you." He motioned to the house behind them, looking like all the other houses up and down the street.
He could just describe them as inconspicuously and monotonous.
"You live here?"
Bright green eyes darkened. "Yes, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and my cousin Dudley."
"What is your name?" He asked, changing the subject as he noticed how the little boy started to tremble lightly when he mentioned his relatives.
//Not that I don't know it already.//
He fought down a sudden hatred towards the people that treated this sweet child in such a way that alone speaking of them caused fear. But what could He other await from muggles.
The boy's smile returned. Shyly he held out his hand that instantly engulfed completely as He took it, lying soft and warm in his palm.
"My name is Harry. Harry Potter."
He returned the wide smile with equal favour.
"Pleased to meet you, Harry." He bowed lightly, still elegant despise him kneeling on the ground.
His eyes darted to the scar under the wild bangs on the boy's forehead as Harry chuckled.
Lightning shaped it was hard to hide, even with all the hair hanging down into the delicate face. Such a famous scar and this boy was totally oblivious of his fame.
He sighed.
How He wished he could take Harry away from this place. But He couldn't. It would make things more complicated.
It would change too much.
"And who are you?" Harry asked curious.
"Sorry, I can't tell you." He raised a finger to his lips. "I'm a secret."
Harry giggled happily.
His eyes widened as a little hand touched His face, tenderly caressing his cheek.
"You're very beautiful." Harry whispered. Then he blushed and stepped back, a murmured apology on his lips.
//You don't know how much I longed to hear that from you again.//
He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his feelings that want to overflow inside him.
"It's okay." He reassured Harry. Carefully He lifted a hand and repeated Harry's former movement, brushing his fingertips just barely over the soft skin.
//I…….//
"And I can return the compliment to you. You're a very beautiful young boy." He winked. "Surely you will break a lot of hearts when you grow up."
He leaned forward, not able to fight this urge, and closed his eyes in delight as his lips came in contact with pedal like lips, warm and soft against his own.
The kiss was short and chaste, but for him it was like a bolt coursing through his body.
His face felt flushed with heat as He parted with Harry.
A dreamily expression lie in bright green eyes, letting them sparkle a bit as he stared in front of him without really seeing anything.
He couldn't break the satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
"Harry?" He brushed his fingers tenderly through messy black hair.
//I really own his first kiss. Like I wished.//
Harry blinked and raised one finger to his lips. Then he looked up at him with a dazzling smile.
"That felt very nice," He whispered. "Thank you."
He grinned and bowed playfully, a bit awkwardly because of him kneeing.
"It was my pleasure, Mr Potter."
Harry giggled happily.
But before he could say anything, a loud unpleasant voice tore through the friendly atmosphere surrounding them.
"Boy! Where are you?! Come here this instance!"
From one moment to the other all happiness vanished from Harry. Instead his whole body tensed up and fear was evident in his eyes.
Hate awakened anew in Him, causing his eyes to glow.
"No, you must go now." Little hands held him. "When they know I talked to you they will get angry."
Hesitantly He rose, his gaze shifting from the boy to the house where the voice had come from. An unpleasant sounding voice, harsh and with so much hate in it.
He felt a reluctance to leave Harry here with the people who called themselves his relatives.
//Oh, why can't I take you with me. Damn this….//
Feeling as if he was to tore his own heart out of his chest he looked down at Harry, at eyes huge with fear and worry.
//…..miss…//
"Go." Harry met His eyes with his own, tears shimmering in those depths of green. "I don't want them to hurt you."
He felt his heart broke a little, but couldn't suppress a little laugh.
//Always the hero who wants to protect everyone.//
Before Harry could protest further He sank to his knees again and pulled him into his arms in a tight embrace.
"I promise you that we will meet again," he whispered, pressing his face into the warm neck. "I will come back to you. I will find my way to you, I promise."
Harry swallowed, tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. He threw his tiny arms around His neck.
"You promise?"
He just nodded, savouring the soothing scent of the boy in his arms, not able to say anything with the knowledge in him that he had to leave him.
"Then I will wait for you." Slowly Harry stepped back, smiling at him under tears.
He found himself caught in shining beautiful green eyes.
A small hand once again touched his cheek tenderly, causing his breath to stumble.
"Go now. I promise I will wait until you come back to me. I will wait."
"And I will come."
//……you…..//
//I…miss……you…..so…much…//
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With a loud startled gasp a sixth teen year old boy with tousled black hair awoke, his panting sounding loud in the silence of the room. Green eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling, barely noticeable in the near darkness of the surrounding.
His heavy gasping was the only thing to hear--until he raised his voice to a husky whisper.
"How could I forget my promise."
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Well, this is the beginning of my new story. I know, I know, my other one is hardly finished--and it still will take a while--but I needed to distract my mind a bit. And because of this I will write this one every time I'm not making any progress with the other one.
And maybe some who read my 'Between Heaven and Hell' will find this story good, too.
So, please, don't forget to review. I need to write this story but I also need reviews to do it. Please don't leave me with just one or two reviews. Then I will die of embarrassment and can't write any story.
A/N: Ah, a new story jumped out of my mind. Or should I couldn't get this story out of my head and is driving me crazy@_@. I hope when I let it out I can continue with my other story, too.
Well, I hope you like it. Oh, pairing will be Draco/Harry and ?/Harry. That means boy/boy relationship, so when you don't like it STOP READING AND NO FLAMES PLEASE.
Chapter 1
Sparkling green eyes stared up at him in wonder, so incredible huge in the soft face, framed by tousled black hair that looked as if it had never seen a brush before.
//Such innocence.// He thought, his hands itching to touch this beautiful young boy. //Such beauty.//
His heart clenched in a delightful way as suddenly a bright smile lightened the boys face.
"Are you an angel?" The boy whispered.
Smiling He shook his head so that his hair brushed the inside of his hood.
"No, my little one."
// I never thought you would say something like that to me.//
Gracefully He lowered himself on one knee in front of the boy--and his eyes narrowed a bit as he noticed the slight tension that this caused in the too small body.
What must this boy endure from the muggles, calling themselves his relatives?
Carefully He took one small hand and held it lightly in one of his. It was warm and He fought the urge to wrap His arms around the latter to feel the warmth that his whole body must
But He didn't want to scare him.
Not when He had finally found him.
"I'm no angel. But you mustn't fear me. I will not hurt you." He motioned to the house behind them, looking like all the other houses up and down the street.
He could just describe them as inconspicuously and monotonous.
"You live here?"
Bright green eyes darkened. "Yes, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and my cousin Dudley."
"What is your name?" He asked, changing the subject as he noticed how the little boy started to tremble lightly when he mentioned his relatives.
//Not that I don't know it already.//
He fought down a sudden hatred towards the people that treated this sweet child in such a way that alone speaking of them caused fear. But what could He other await from muggles.
The boy's smile returned. Shyly he held out his hand that instantly engulfed completely as He took it, lying soft and warm in his palm.
"My name is Harry. Harry Potter."
He returned the wide smile with equal favour.
"Pleased to meet you, Harry." He bowed lightly, still elegant despise him kneeling on the ground.
His eyes darted to the scar under the wild bangs on the boy's forehead as Harry chuckled.
Lightning shaped it was hard to hide, even with all the hair hanging down into the delicate face. Such a famous scar and this boy was totally oblivious of his fame.
He sighed.
How He wished he could take Harry away from this place. But He couldn't. It would make things more complicated.
It would change too much.
"And who are you?" Harry asked curious.
"Sorry, I can't tell you." He raised a finger to his lips. "I'm a secret."
Harry giggled happily.
His eyes widened as a little hand touched His face, tenderly caressing his cheek.
"You're very beautiful." Harry whispered. Then he blushed and stepped back, a murmured apology on his lips.
//You don't know how much I longed to hear that from you again.//
He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his feelings that want to overflow inside him.
"It's okay." He reassured Harry. Carefully He lifted a hand and repeated Harry's former movement, brushing his fingertips just barely over the soft skin.
//I…….//
"And I can return the compliment to you. You're a very beautiful young boy." He winked. "Surely you will break a lot of hearts when you grow up."
He leaned forward, not able to fight this urge, and closed his eyes in delight as his lips came in contact with pedal like lips, warm and soft against his own.
The kiss was short and chaste, but for him it was like a bolt coursing through his body.
His face felt flushed with heat as He parted with Harry.
A dreamily expression lie in bright green eyes, letting them sparkle a bit as he stared in front of him without really seeing anything.
He couldn't break the satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
"Harry?" He brushed his fingers tenderly through messy black hair.
//I really own his first kiss. Like I wished.//
Harry blinked and raised one finger to his lips. Then he looked up at him with a dazzling smile.
"That felt very nice," He whispered. "Thank you."
He grinned and bowed playfully, a bit awkwardly because of him kneeing.
"It was my pleasure, Mr Potter."
Harry giggled happily.
But before he could say anything, a loud unpleasant voice tore through the friendly atmosphere surrounding them.
"Boy! Where are you?! Come here this instance!"
From one moment to the other all happiness vanished from Harry. Instead his whole body tensed up and fear was evident in his eyes.
Hate awakened anew in Him, causing his eyes to glow.
"No, you must go now." Little hands held him. "When they know I talked to you they will get angry."
Hesitantly He rose, his gaze shifting from the boy to the house where the voice had come from. An unpleasant sounding voice, harsh and with so much hate in it.
He felt a reluctance to leave Harry here with the people who called themselves his relatives.
//Oh, why can't I take you with me. Damn this….//
Feeling as if he was to tore his own heart out of his chest he looked down at Harry, at eyes huge with fear and worry.
//…..miss…//
"Go." Harry met His eyes with his own, tears shimmering in those depths of green. "I don't want them to hurt you."
He felt his heart broke a little, but couldn't suppress a little laugh.
//Always the hero who wants to protect everyone.//
Before Harry could protest further He sank to his knees again and pulled him into his arms in a tight embrace.
"I promise you that we will meet again," he whispered, pressing his face into the warm neck. "I will come back to you. I will find my way to you, I promise."
Harry swallowed, tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. He threw his tiny arms around His neck.
"You promise?"
He just nodded, savouring the soothing scent of the boy in his arms, not able to say anything with the knowledge in him that he had to leave him.
"Then I will wait for you." Slowly Harry stepped back, smiling at him under tears.
He found himself caught in shining beautiful green eyes.
A small hand once again touched his cheek tenderly, causing his breath to stumble.
"Go now. I promise I will wait until you come back to me. I will wait."
"And I will come."
//……you…..//
//I…miss……you…..so…much…//
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With a loud startled gasp a sixth teen year old boy with tousled black hair awoke, his panting sounding loud in the silence of the room. Green eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling, barely noticeable in the near darkness of the surrounding.
His heavy gasping was the only thing to hear--until he raised his voice to a husky whisper.
"How could I forget my promise."
*************************************************************************************
Well, this is the beginning of my new story. I know, I know, my other one is hardly finished--and it still will take a while--but I needed to distract my mind a bit. And because of this I will write this one every time I'm not making any progress with the other one.
And maybe some who read my 'Between Heaven and Hell' will find this story good, too.
So, please, don't forget to review. I need to write this story but I also need reviews to do it. Please don't leave me with just one or two reviews. Then I will die of embarrassment and can't write any story.