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WARNING: May involve dark themes. As well as some coarse language, adult situations, and slash. (Basically, boyxboy.) Rating might change later on for sexual content. Haven't decided. This is the only time I'm posting warning, so don't message me to complain! Onward. Enjoy :D!

We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy

UNLIKELY REVELATIONS

Chapter 1

MyPorcelain'Bones

Harry lay in the crisp snow, body appearing like a paralyzed snow angel. His eyes met the sky, as white as the matter beneath him, and did not look away. So peaceful this was. . . and he prayed death would come soon, although he wasn't so sure he would mind if it lingered a bit before taking him in it's arms. He thought it quite funny how he had overlooked the mere beauty in simple things until now. In a way, it gave him new eyes; and a keen ability to find pleasure in things that should be pleasurable, and appreciated.

He sort of felt the urge to sit up and extend his fingers to the trees enclosing him, feel the sensation of the pine needles brushing across his frozen fingertips.

Harry decided not to ponder how his life could have went on. . .if he had not been brought to this place. This place that repelled his magic, leaving him helpless to do anything much. Anything at all. However, again, he didn't quite mind.

Quite.

A bitter feeling knotted his stomach.

A flash of the wonderfl people he had come to know, who had taken him in the safety of their arms and made him feel so secure; like he was worth something more than he had ever been told he was.

Hagrid. He had great appreciation for the big burly man who he had come to think of as his first true friend.

Ron. Ah, merlin, how he would miss his dearest mate. They had been through a lot together, whether it be something actually meaningful or just mischief. Harry hoped that the lad would be able to get along well enough without him.

Hermoine. . . they hadn't been on good terms in the past few weeks. Actually, they'd avoided each other, and it had been torturous watching her wander off to try and find someone else to sit with at lunch. He hadn't wanted to make Ron choose, because everyone knew what his decision would be. So Hermoine had taken it into her own hands and just hadn't joined them.

Harry had felt terrible, though he had tried to keep reminding himself that for the moment they hated each other. But honestly. How was it his fault that she could hardly hide her contempt for Ginny, all because Ginny and him were together? She had never confessed to her infatuation with him, no. But it was obvious. Hermoine was a tough girl, but not so much lately when it came to Harry.

Anywho, Harry hoped that she would recognize how much he had felt for her. . . even though in the end Ginny had won his heart. He hoped she would reazlie how much he cared about her and highly he had come to think about her and how absolutely much he appreciated her and would miss her when he was gone. And he let himself chance at the tiny bit of possibility that Hermoine would miss him also. He did not wish for her to grieve, no. He wanted her to smile because she had the opportunity to reserve a place in his heart and mean something, have a positive impact on his life. That is what he wished.

And oh, Dumbledore. His godfather.

Harry's heart panged hurtfully at the thought of never being able to see the old man who had come to be like a parent to him again. Dumbles had seen so much in him, even when he'd seen nothing, and he would eternally be grateful for the courage and strength he had provided him with.

So many others as well he would miss. . . even Severus.

Okay, not Severus. But still.

Harry even thought momentarily that he would miss the spiteful banter between himself and Malfoy. Now there was a shock!

If he could have moved from his paralyzed state, Harry would have smiled gently and closed his eyes, relishing in the sheer bliss that his surroundings brought. He found it quite ironic that something that could repel his magic, therefore any help he could have offered himself, could bring him so much joy.

Quite ironic, yes.

The wind picked up, tousling his already messy hair.

Harry imagined it was Ginny's fingers running through his locks like had occured so many times before.

He thought perhaps he would miss her most, even though she had been in his life for the shortest time. She had brought him the feeling of love in another way than simply out of friendship. She was his partner, partly why he woke up at all in the morning. . . Oh yes! How he would miss that redheaded girl of his. . .

Or did death strip that title from him? He thought it would.

At least he knew she would miss him. . .

Enough of his ramblings! Thinking was too painful. . .and he wanted to go out in peace.

"Harry. . ." the wind seemed to whisper, drifting through his ears. The white sky seemed to smile at him, and he felt as though he were high. Not that he knew what that felt like. . .just a suspicion.

Oh, he was such a bloody liar.

"Harry. . ." he heard again, and couldn't help but notice it sounded too much like a human voice. His ears had decieved him; this could be no trick of the wind. . .or was it?

Bliss coiled around him and he couldn;t exactly care.

"Harry." Now it didn't do anything for him. The voice that had once sounded so. . . sensual. . .now sounded firm to him.

"Harry Potter!" Now he was positive he was not alone, this was not the wind screwing with his ears. But who was here? And it was hardly as if he could speak. . .how could he answer, really? Let alone move to go and find who was speaking his name?

Then suddenly, he wasn't alone in the snow. Someone was kneeling beside him, eyes hard, but concern undoubtedly pooling in them. The emotion grew when whomever discovered his unfortunate perdicament.

"For the love of Merlin, Harry. . .what have you gotten yourself into? Coming to Antarctica? How could you not know it repels magic. . .little bugger." The last comment was more of an irritated grumble than anything.

The figure shifted above him, so he was in Harry's view. Confusion swept over him. Was he supposed to know this man? Because he wasn't coming to mind. . . How did he even know his name, or where to find him? It startled him, and he wanted to get away. Part of him didn't want to be saved. His bleak future had started to look promising.

The man, who Harry now noticed was quite good looking, pulled him into his arms and stood, beeginning to carry him away.

Harry did not take in the beautiful sights around him, his mind too focused on the situation at hand. It seemed so surreal. This had to be a dream. . . What else could explain it logically?

Merlin, he had an unfortunate tendency to think too much.

"Trust me, Potter," the man said lowly, a whisper that caressed his mind.

Those three words had no relevance whatsoever to what was happening, seemed to come from nowhere. . .but for some reason

Harry trusted this person a lot, almost passionately. He didn't take them time to think of how much this frightened him. Or where he was headed to, or why, or anything.

Anything at all.

Just hung on those words like a religious devotion.

Harry just didn't seem to realize how much he shouldn't have.

He did not know he was in the enemy's arms.

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