Guess who's back with a brand new rap... i mean fic...and it's not brand new...and i was never gone...WHATEVER! IT SOUNDS COOL! STFU!
:cough: I got this one up WAY quicker than I could have hoped... probably because I was itching to rewrite the sucky first chapter :P
Disclaimer: Me no J.K.Rowling. if I was, i'd be filthy stinkin' rich, savvy?
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, AU, possible (probable) OOCness.
Chapter 1 - Dreams Of Sev.
Harry Potter rolled over in his bed at 4 Privet Drive. His forehead was lightly coated in sweat, and his eyes were flashing wildly beneath his closed eyelids.
"Sev... We have to break up. You know Lily Evans?" A tall, black-haired man was saying. There was sadness in his brown eyes, but he seemed more excited about whatever was happening with Lily.
"You like her, don't you. And she finally asked you out. So you're just tossing me aside." Sev sniffled. He had black hair too, but it was much longer, and he had bright green eyes filled with tears.
"...Yeah. Don't cry Sev!" The taller man said softly, and moved forwards to brush away his lover's tears. "I still love you. Really, I do. But you knew when we started dating that I always loved her.
"I know! And I could accept it, if that was all. But it's much worse." The mysterious Sev cried, burying his face in the taller man's chest. "You're gonna hate me when you find out."
"I could never hate someone so beautiful." The man with blue eyes assured Sev.
"You will when you find out..."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Roared the voice of Harry's uncle, dragging him from the recurring dream that always seemed to end there.
"What is it uncle Vernon?" Harry called sleepily, sitting up and putting on his glasses. Vernon banged on the door.
"Time to make breakfast, boy." Vernon was apparently tromping back downstairs, due to the fact that his voice was growing further and further away. Harry clambered out of bed, and threw some clothes on. A simple tee shirt, jeans, and a pair of trainers, and he dragged himself downstairs to feed his adoptive family.
"I want bacon." Dudley demanded, slamming his fists containing a knife and fork down on the table. Dudley's gang were visiting, so, naturally, they mirrored his gesture. Harry set about preparing the mountain of bacon required slowly. His mind was still fixated on that dream. What did it mean? He knew it meant something. It felt like a vision, only different. Like it was happening somewhere very distant or something. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when the smell of burning bacon hit his nose, and hurried to get the burned pieces off the skillet, and put some fresh ones on.
The next chance Harry got to think about his dream was after Dudley and his "friends" had left to terrorise local children, and Harry was packing his trunk for when Dumbledore arrived that night. Halfway through folding a pair of jeans, Harry felt absolutely wiped. Dudley had gotten in a couple of punches before he left, so Harry's stomach and arms ached terribly, and he was just about ready to collapse. Which he did happily on his bed, not even bothering to remove his now slightly cracked glasses.
"You like her, don't you. And she finally asked you out. So you're just tossing me aside." Sev sniffled. He had black hair too, but it was much longer, and he had bright green eyes filled with tears.
"...Yeah. Don't cry Sev!" The taller man said softly, and moved forwards to brush away his lover's tears. "I still love you. Really, I do. But you knew when we started dating that I always loved her.
"I know! And I could accept it, if that was all. But it's much worse." The mysterious Sev cried, burying his face in the taller man's chest. "You're gonna hate me when you find out."
"I could never hate someone so beautiful." The man with blue eyes assured Sev.
"You will when you find out..."
"So what is it that I'm supposed to be so terrified of?"
"James... I..." Sev sobbed, sounding terrified, then retched. "I need to spew." He said, obviously changing what he had been about to say. Sev fought himself free of James' grip, and raced over to a cubicle. Apparently the two were in a bathroom, something not made obvious until now. James went over to Sev and rubbed his back soothingly. "There there sweet, it's okay."
Harry woke up when his alarm went off at midnight. Apparently the Dursleys had elected to let him spend the day sleeping. He silenced it at once, and sat up to look out the window. His heart sang when he saw the streetlights all extinguished, and he hurried to finish throwing things in his trunk. He heard the knock on the door at the precise moment he slammed his trunk shut and did up the latches. Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage, picked up his trunk, and hauled them both down the staircase, to see Albus Dumbledore, standing in the doorway in all his glory.
A/N: BAHAHAHAHA that was even shorter than the original first chapter (i think)... but I think I explained the story better this time, it just happened to be shorter. REVIEW!