Authors Note: This is my first harry potter and DH fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Warnings: Sexual content, Language, Violence

Summery: He was the boy who lived, but he just wanted to die. To find peace. He was under the boys spell. His body ached for him and he was drowning in those green eyes. He didnt understand it. Neither of them did. But soon Savitar will realize that even a Chthonian can find love.

" Avada Kedavra!"

Harry barley dodge the killing curse by jumping from the porch. Landing prone on the ground, he quickly grabbed his wand out of his pocket.

"Arania Exumai!"

The spell hit the death eater hard, sending him into a tree. He slumped to the ground unconscious. Across the street seven more death eaters appeared. Getting up Harry cursed. He turned around and ran back into his house. This was definitely not what he wanted to be doing right now.

Harry had came to his parents old home in hopes of fixing up the place and begin living there. He was not expecting Death eaters to be waiting for him.

How this they even know he would be here? But that wasn't important right now. Surviving was the wizards main priority.

Slamming the back door closed Harry made a dash for the front door. From behind him he heard he shouting of spells, and the wood of the door breaking. He felt relived as he grabbed the front door knob, but the relief quickly vanished when he opened it and saw about a dozen death eaters outside.

Bloody hell!

Slamming that door shut he ran up the nearest stair case. He could hear the front door being destroyed by various kill curses. Harry rolled his eyes.

Didnt they know any other spells? Obviously not, his front door could vouch for him.

Making it to the upstairs bedroom, Harry locked the door and began enchanting it with various protection charms. Hopefully they would hold. If not...

Yeah, it would really suck to be him.

You'd think after defeating Voldemort, that the ministry would have eradicated all the death eaters, or sent them back to Azkaban.

But no. Their mistakes-yet again- have come back to bite the young wizard on the ass.

Perfect, just perfect.

Its not like i have a life or anything.

But Harry Knew the sad truth. He really didnt have a life.

He dropped out of Hogwarts because he had more bad memories then good from that place, and his whole life revolved around fighting the dark lord and saving the wizarding world.

Now that he fulfilled his destiny what was left for him?

His parents were dead, people were still trying to kill him, and he was sick and tired of the whole world. A part of him, a really strong part of him wanted to let the death eaters kill him. So at least then he could have some peace.

But the warrior in him. The will to survive the kept him fueled all those years, wasn't going down without a fight.

Harry began searching the room for a port key Sirius gave him after the war. (A/N Yeah i wanted to keep him alive.) It was a means to for Harry to come to his home whenever the boy wanted, and the young wizard was going to give his godfather a kiss when he sees him.

Harry could here the Death eaters coming up the stairs. He flipped the mattress over and looked to see if the port key was there. Nope. He went on to checking the closet again. The death eaters were trying to blast their way through, and the charms weren't going to hold for much longer.

Across the room, Harry spotted the port key he took one step forward, and the door was blasted off it hinges. Death eaters spilled into the large bedroom, wands at ready.

They all cast the killing curse at him at the same time Harry yelled, "Accio!" Summoning the port key to his hand, the moment his finger grazed it, he could feel the pull of teleportation, but a killing curse also hit the port key, and the white light emitting form the object instantly became red and transported Harry out of there.

The next thing the Wizard knew, he was floating.

Not on air, but in water.

The smell of the ocean and the sound of waves hitting a shore, must have meant he was on beach. But how can that be? The port key should have taken him to Sirius's home. Maybe he was dead. That seemed to easy Harry, as the thought of being in this peaceful moment for eternity didnt seem to bad. The sun was out and shining, it was slightly cloudy, and it was warm. Harry closed his eyes and basked in the sun, staying perfectly still unless he started drowning.

He had to say, the second time being dead was much better then the first. Better a beach then a train station.

But then again, the first time he was dead his body didnt feel this solid. Damn, he was still alive. Harry was shocked at his own disappointment.

Did he really want to die that much?

Harry already knew the answer. He had always knew the answer. Right now he could end it all.

End the misery.

Harry was through with dealing with the challenges of life. He didnt fear death anymore, rather welcome it as a long lost friend. And in that moment, Harry felt something. It was a sense of the universe clicking into place around him, it was strange yet kind of natural.

Im going to do it.

Letting the sea claim him, Harry spread his arms out, and began to sink.

Savitar was not having a good day.

First, He had to host an Omegrion meeting, then he had to train Nicks annoying demon ass, then he had to train Seth how to fully use his powers, next he had to watch Simi for a short while because Ash had to help yet another dark hunter in need. Couldn't he had gotten Tory to watch the demon? Then again ever since they found out she was pregnant again, Ash made sure she didnt have to do anything. Not even move a finger.

Yup, the Atlantean knew who to spoil his wife.

At least Acheron got to have sex. The Chthonian couldn't hook up with a women without screwing up the world somehow. He spent all night in Sanctuary looking into the futures of human women he thought about screwing. If he didnt get laid soon, he was going to die of impotence.

" Sup, Sav. Whats wrong? Can't get laid?"

" Fuck off Fang. If your not here to serve me another drink, then beat it."

The Katagaria Lycos, snorted at the note of irritation in the immortals voice. Pulling up a chair he sat across the table for the Chthonian.

" You've been here three nights in a row and you ain't do nothin' but sit here and drink whiskys."

Arching a perfectly trimmed eyebrows, Savitar crossed his arms."You got something to say wolf, spill it."

" Not to sound like a woman but, don't you think it might be time for you to settle down? Find that special woman?"

The immortal snorted at that.

Love and compassion made you weak. Just look at Acheron. Always caring for the humans and Dark hunters made most of his existence really shitty. So yeah... Sav would prefer to stay away from that hassle.

" Your right. That did make you sound like a woman."

The wolf growled. Why was the man so complicated? Fang didnt like him all that much, but he was grateful for the things the Chthonian had done for Aimee and him.

" You know what, fu-" Savitar wasn't listening to the wolf anymore as he felt a pulse go through his entire body. He knew what that meant. Someone was in Neratiti with out an invitation. He instantly vanished out of Sanctuary heading for his island.

As harry went deeper and the sea grew darker and darker.

His vision began to dim, and the light of the sun was slowly fading away.

Goodbye

Harry didnt know who he meant that for. His loved ones, maybe for life.

He didnt know.

Suddenly, Out of no where two orbs of bright lavender appeared in front of Harry. The wizard felt a hand grab onto his shoulder, and one moment he was drowning in the sea, the next he was laying on something comfy.

His bod soaked and shivering, Harry started coughing up water. When he was done he realized he was on top of a bed.

The bloody hell?

He took of his glasses and wiped at his eyes to get water out of them.

" Who are you?" The masculine deep commanding voice made the wizard shiver. Harry looked to the source of the voice and he dropped his glasses.

Oh my.

Standing before Harry a foot away had to be the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. Dressed in a pair of white beach pants and a short-sleeved blue shirt that was worn over a white T-shirt. His cloths were soaked as well. Lean and muscular, the man was giant. He looked to be around thirty, His wavy dark hair hung just past his ears, and he wore it in a casual, easy style, he wore a small well trimmed goatee and his skin was a few shades darker from olive tone. But what drew Harry in was the mans eyes. They were a vibrant shade of lavender, and unbelievably memorizing. They held power and wisdom in them.

This has to be a dream.

People in real life didnt look like this. So maybe this was a dream.

And this dream terrified him.

Harry had never, never found another man attractive. He wasn't gay. After the war he broke things of with Ginny, and since then had taken numerous female lovers. Never once had he thought about finding a male lover.

But now...

He would love to rub his body against all that muscle.

Savitar took a sharp intake of breath when he saw really saw the intruder.

Beautiful emerald green eyes filled with awe framed a beautiful boyish, yet masculine face. Hair that was black as night was done in a style the Chthonian never seen before (A/N look up Harry Potter classic boy's hairstyle). He wore a soaked blue hoodie with a black t-shirt and black trousers.

Harry felt something when their eyes met. It was as if the universe that had clicked into place, had just broken into pieces and began rearranging itself. He didnt realize he had gotten off the bed and walked up to the man until he slowly raised his had and cupped the mans face.

Savitar would have destroyed anyone if they had just touched his face the way the boy was, but his body didnt listen to him and he leaned into the boys touch. His hands were soft yet, firm. Sav's hands found their way to the boys hips. To his delight the boy gasped at the contact and shivered a little.

Greens eyes met Lavender and the world around the two faded away into nothingness and they were the only ones that the other could see. The moment felt overwhelming to Savitar, but for Harry it was kind of like an adrenaline rush. Both men's hearts began beating quickly. Both became very hard, the extremeness of this moment getting crazier by the second. The animalistic need for sex was overwhelming and powerful, dominating both of their senses making the young wizard starved for the man before him, and Salvitar mouth salivating to devour every fucking inch of this boy.

When harry ran his tongue across his bottom pink pouty lip, the immortal broke and smashed his mouth into the young wizards.

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