'My Demon in Heaven, My Angel in Hell'
Ch1: 'Conversations in the dark always lead to death...'
A/N: Ohayo gozaimasu minna-san! I know what you're all probably thinking 'It's that evil chick that didn't finish B.L.' Well I'm greatly sorry and I apologize supremely for it! I have lost my inspiration for that fic, but if you have any ideas or any of your own characters that you'd like to display in my fic I'd be more than happy to oblige. Just e-mail me or leave it in your review to this or you can even post it on B.L.'s review list, I'll be sure to check it. Anyways on to the story.
~~~~~~~~In a manor~~~~~~~
Harry stood where he was listening to a conversation that was taking place behind large black doors, he could only hear snippets and bits of it, never the whole thing. None of it seemed very interested and he was about to move on when a name caught his attention. Drawing back he stood in front of the door to listen.
"What do you think your doing you can't..." The rest of the sentence was mumbled but from what he heard he was sure that the speaker was not only male but extremely angry, he could sense a feeling of familiarity with the voice, he had heard it somewhere before, but the who and where escaped him at the previous moment. He snapped out of his thoughts when the voice came back. "You can't possibly believe that!!?" Harry was shocked when a second voice joined in, it wasn't the fact that their was someone else in there (Quite frankly he would have thought the man was stark raving mad had he been talking to himself) It was the fact that the speaker had such a gentle honey like voice, even despite the man's shouting the voice stayed calm and level. "Ofcorse I do, why wouldn't I? He is." The voice dropped off and once again Harry was forced to wonder. "You insolent little winch!!" Harry winced at the out burst but he at least he now knew that the second speaker was female which would explain the quality of the voice. "You can be mad and rant and rave all you want...but I won't give up!!" Harry cursed under his breath he missed what the man's name was, his thoughts were once again broken when the man went into full rant mode. "How dare you!!? Do you honestly believe you can keep me from him!!!? I don't care what your purpose is but I will NOT be undermined by a god forsaken WOMAN!!!" He heard the uneven breathing of the man and heard footsteps moving from the left to the right. "If you believe that I'm going to fold to you then you're crazier than I thought!!!"
Harry could vividly imagine the man stalking up to the woman, looking very much like a monster from one of the fairy tales he had read, he found that he couldn't picture the woman backing down or even looking frightened, he could see the confident look on her face arms placed steadily at her sides and eyes steeled and waiting. At that point the image had transferred to his mother glaring sharply at Voldemort, the thought saddened him a bit but he was glad to think of his mother as the carefree, strong, spirit that she most likely was, if he went by what Snuffles, and the others told him. He was once again shaken from his thoughts when a loud noise erupted through the darkness followed by a soft thumping noise, it took him awhile to realize that the noise he heard was a slap and that the person had obviously been knocked down by it. "How dare you say that." The man's voice was laced with Venom and Harry was almost positive that he heard that voice before. "You dare to say such a thing to me!!?" Harry racked his brain to see if he had heard what she said finally he realized what the woman had said, only because she repeated it. Voice stern, courageous, and determined she spoke he could hear shuffling of clothes and knew she was standing to her feet. "I said, 'You are a coward who gets his courage from threatening and hurting those weaker than him, if there is someone you can control you will, and your just as low as Voldemort himself!' " Harry smiled slightly but was surprised to hear her laugh. "It's sad really...seeing that you lick his boots, and your both on the same level, your both arrogant, ignorant, evil, jerks and most of all your both weak both physically and mentally." She spit, Harry had to keep from applauding her. She was one brave person to say such things to someone, by what he gathered, so obviously worshipped the dark lord and his own strength. He blinked when he realized that it had gone quiet, pressing his ear to the door he could hear hurried breathing and someone moving forward, it took him a moment to register that it was heading toward where the woman was and he panicked. Before he could act a loud bang rang through the air followed by the same thump her heard earlier, again this mind paused until he realized that the bang sounded scarily enough like a muggle gun, and the thumping was obviously the woman falling to the ground. "Wench, I warned you...can't be much help now that your dead can you...?" Harry forgot to curse at not hearing the voice only pushed himself closer to the door. His face was pale and he was shaking. How can he kill her!!? She was only being truthful!! What kind of madman is he!!? Not being able to take it anymore he pushed open the door and gasped in shock, laying on the floor was the petite form of the woman, he could barely make her out in the darkness but the crimson that flashed around her didn't go unnoticed, his eyes averted and he spotted the man a silver object gleaming in his hand. Harry gasped and moved back, but the man didn't seem to notice him as he shot off another round into the already motionless body. "Anymore smart remarks about me Lord? Anymore cracks on my bravery, love? No? I didn't think so!!" Harry couldn't take it he clenched his fist closing his eyes as round after round went off finally he snapped.
"Stop it!!! She's dead!!!"
Harry blinked when he looked around he was sitting up in his dorm bed clothes clinging to him in a clump from his cold sweat. He blinked to his left when Ron appeared sleepily rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong Harry?" "He..He killed her." Ron immediately woke up and hugged his best friend. "Oh bloody 'ell Harry! I didn't know you still had nightmares about your mom!!" Harry shook his head pushing Ron away from him. "My mom?....No.she wasn't my mom.." Ron gave him an odd look before laying Harry down. "I see..go back to sleep Harry.you're just worked up, everything will be alright in the morning.promise." Harry smiled slightly still shaken up from his dream he closed his eyes when Ron disappeared most likely to his own bed and sighed. His mind traveled back to the 'dream' if it could even be called that, the image of the dainty figure surrounded by her own blood engraved itself into his thoughts until it burned. He let out a shaky breath and looked to his ceiling, 'Maybe Ron's right...but what if it's from my link to Voldemort?' He frowned again before turning on his side the image playing itself over and over in his head.
A/N: O.k. done how do you like it so far? I hope you find it interesting enough that you'll stick around for the next chapter!! R&R!!!
Preview of next chapter:
"What are you doing up there Draco? Is my little Dragon heart upset?"
He frowned and stood protectively in front of her. "You won't hurt her!!" "Why do you care boy!?" "Because she's my mother!!"
"Hmmm...you're a brave one coming in here..I could have you now if I wanted." "No you couldn't...I'm not dumb enough to come near you alone without having some sort of protection." "Don't you trust me?" "No." "Don't you believe that I can be nice?" "I'd have an easier time believing that my hair is really purple and Hogwarts is a school for muggles to learn to cook."
Hope that appeases you ^_~ Till next time ja!
Ch1: 'Conversations in the dark always lead to death...'
A/N: Ohayo gozaimasu minna-san! I know what you're all probably thinking 'It's that evil chick that didn't finish B.L.' Well I'm greatly sorry and I apologize supremely for it! I have lost my inspiration for that fic, but if you have any ideas or any of your own characters that you'd like to display in my fic I'd be more than happy to oblige. Just e-mail me or leave it in your review to this or you can even post it on B.L.'s review list, I'll be sure to check it. Anyways on to the story.
~~~~~~~~In a manor~~~~~~~
Harry stood where he was listening to a conversation that was taking place behind large black doors, he could only hear snippets and bits of it, never the whole thing. None of it seemed very interested and he was about to move on when a name caught his attention. Drawing back he stood in front of the door to listen.
"What do you think your doing you can't..." The rest of the sentence was mumbled but from what he heard he was sure that the speaker was not only male but extremely angry, he could sense a feeling of familiarity with the voice, he had heard it somewhere before, but the who and where escaped him at the previous moment. He snapped out of his thoughts when the voice came back. "You can't possibly believe that!!?" Harry was shocked when a second voice joined in, it wasn't the fact that their was someone else in there (Quite frankly he would have thought the man was stark raving mad had he been talking to himself) It was the fact that the speaker had such a gentle honey like voice, even despite the man's shouting the voice stayed calm and level. "Ofcorse I do, why wouldn't I? He is." The voice dropped off and once again Harry was forced to wonder. "You insolent little winch!!" Harry winced at the out burst but he at least he now knew that the second speaker was female which would explain the quality of the voice. "You can be mad and rant and rave all you want...but I won't give up!!" Harry cursed under his breath he missed what the man's name was, his thoughts were once again broken when the man went into full rant mode. "How dare you!!? Do you honestly believe you can keep me from him!!!? I don't care what your purpose is but I will NOT be undermined by a god forsaken WOMAN!!!" He heard the uneven breathing of the man and heard footsteps moving from the left to the right. "If you believe that I'm going to fold to you then you're crazier than I thought!!!"
Harry could vividly imagine the man stalking up to the woman, looking very much like a monster from one of the fairy tales he had read, he found that he couldn't picture the woman backing down or even looking frightened, he could see the confident look on her face arms placed steadily at her sides and eyes steeled and waiting. At that point the image had transferred to his mother glaring sharply at Voldemort, the thought saddened him a bit but he was glad to think of his mother as the carefree, strong, spirit that she most likely was, if he went by what Snuffles, and the others told him. He was once again shaken from his thoughts when a loud noise erupted through the darkness followed by a soft thumping noise, it took him awhile to realize that the noise he heard was a slap and that the person had obviously been knocked down by it. "How dare you say that." The man's voice was laced with Venom and Harry was almost positive that he heard that voice before. "You dare to say such a thing to me!!?" Harry racked his brain to see if he had heard what she said finally he realized what the woman had said, only because she repeated it. Voice stern, courageous, and determined she spoke he could hear shuffling of clothes and knew she was standing to her feet. "I said, 'You are a coward who gets his courage from threatening and hurting those weaker than him, if there is someone you can control you will, and your just as low as Voldemort himself!' " Harry smiled slightly but was surprised to hear her laugh. "It's sad really...seeing that you lick his boots, and your both on the same level, your both arrogant, ignorant, evil, jerks and most of all your both weak both physically and mentally." She spit, Harry had to keep from applauding her. She was one brave person to say such things to someone, by what he gathered, so obviously worshipped the dark lord and his own strength. He blinked when he realized that it had gone quiet, pressing his ear to the door he could hear hurried breathing and someone moving forward, it took him a moment to register that it was heading toward where the woman was and he panicked. Before he could act a loud bang rang through the air followed by the same thump her heard earlier, again this mind paused until he realized that the bang sounded scarily enough like a muggle gun, and the thumping was obviously the woman falling to the ground. "Wench, I warned you...can't be much help now that your dead can you...?" Harry forgot to curse at not hearing the voice only pushed himself closer to the door. His face was pale and he was shaking. How can he kill her!!? She was only being truthful!! What kind of madman is he!!? Not being able to take it anymore he pushed open the door and gasped in shock, laying on the floor was the petite form of the woman, he could barely make her out in the darkness but the crimson that flashed around her didn't go unnoticed, his eyes averted and he spotted the man a silver object gleaming in his hand. Harry gasped and moved back, but the man didn't seem to notice him as he shot off another round into the already motionless body. "Anymore smart remarks about me Lord? Anymore cracks on my bravery, love? No? I didn't think so!!" Harry couldn't take it he clenched his fist closing his eyes as round after round went off finally he snapped.
"Stop it!!! She's dead!!!"
Harry blinked when he looked around he was sitting up in his dorm bed clothes clinging to him in a clump from his cold sweat. He blinked to his left when Ron appeared sleepily rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong Harry?" "He..He killed her." Ron immediately woke up and hugged his best friend. "Oh bloody 'ell Harry! I didn't know you still had nightmares about your mom!!" Harry shook his head pushing Ron away from him. "My mom?....No.she wasn't my mom.." Ron gave him an odd look before laying Harry down. "I see..go back to sleep Harry.you're just worked up, everything will be alright in the morning.promise." Harry smiled slightly still shaken up from his dream he closed his eyes when Ron disappeared most likely to his own bed and sighed. His mind traveled back to the 'dream' if it could even be called that, the image of the dainty figure surrounded by her own blood engraved itself into his thoughts until it burned. He let out a shaky breath and looked to his ceiling, 'Maybe Ron's right...but what if it's from my link to Voldemort?' He frowned again before turning on his side the image playing itself over and over in his head.
A/N: O.k. done how do you like it so far? I hope you find it interesting enough that you'll stick around for the next chapter!! R&R!!!
Preview of next chapter:
"What are you doing up there Draco? Is my little Dragon heart upset?"
He frowned and stood protectively in front of her. "You won't hurt her!!" "Why do you care boy!?" "Because she's my mother!!"
"Hmmm...you're a brave one coming in here..I could have you now if I wanted." "No you couldn't...I'm not dumb enough to come near you alone without having some sort of protection." "Don't you trust me?" "No." "Don't you believe that I can be nice?" "I'd have an easier time believing that my hair is really purple and Hogwarts is a school for muggles to learn to cook."
Hope that appeases you ^_~ Till next time ja!