Author (Koiame): Okay, this means that there was sufficient interest in this fanfic and so I decided to give you some more. Also, I actually had some free time! YAY! Read, Review, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the books that my fanfic is based off of or the most of the characters in this story. They belong to the goddess JK Rowling. Please do not try to sue me, anyone I am affiliated with, or because this is purely for enjoyment and any copyright infringement or whatnot is not intentional. Thanks.
Content Warning: No part of this story is recommended for persons under the age of 18 years old. If you are under the age of 18, do not read or you will waive your right to get me or any host of this story in any trouble what so ever. By reading this story, you certify that you are at least 18 years old and will not hold the author or anyone else accountable if you truly are not.
Genre: Harry Potter AU post 7th book w/o second ending b/c it sucked in my humble opinion. Contains strong language, may contain sexual content, may contain strong graphic violence, angst, and a ton of other things that persons of weak constitutions would not find suitable… and parents would not find suitable. Please keep this in mind and stop reading if you feel like it is too much for you.
May contain vampires, werewolves, faeries, centaurs, giants, ghosts, and other magical creatures.
It will contain Witches and Wizards. (DUH)
THIS IS A YAIO which means… BOY/BOY. May also have girl/girl buy most likely not.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2: The Fading Place
A prickly beard modestly shaped the face of a young man in despair. It was almost two years after that day at the Burrow. Harry Potter quietly celebrated his twenty-first birthday with a growing crowd of empty fire-whisky flagons in a rickety old bar. He worked as an Auror for the Ministry, exterminating a group of muggle-hunting dark wizards in the vast expanse of the Amazon. Perhaps he had considered an Auror's life would be less glum at one point during his education at Hogwarts, but whatever he had expected it was nothing this pathetic. His green eyes were cradled now by dark hammocks that counted two years of sleepless nights and unrelenting loneliness. Even now in a drunken stupor, Harry could not be soothed of burning, angry questions of his fate.
"This really what I deserve? After all… I…" Harry mumbled as his words and mind seemed to sail away from him.
It was a muggy, mosquito-infested evening outside the broken boards of the establishment. Inside was not much better. Insects flitted about, occasionally gathering at old spots of dried blood in desperation.
"… pathetic!", Harry scolded himself as his eyes drooped and head slumped forward in a drunken daze.
The only other person in the bar, the barmaid, peeked her head around the tattered adult magazine she was reading to look at her only customer. "Oi!? What's that Harry?"
The tousled-haired wizard bolted upright in his chair and confusingly looked about. The barmaid saw this and reassured him with a conciliatory wave. 'It's ok', she mouthed at him so that he settled down. The immodest bartender then got up and tended to the empty flagons Harry would intermittently fall asleep on.
It was the birthday of a lost boy.
The barmaid went about her business and 'locked up' the shack. Inebriated snores caused the wooden shanty to breathe labored breaths into the night, so that their harmonies echoed among the night trees.
"Good night Potter." The kind almond eyes of the bartender gazed sympathetically upon the sad sight of a man she had come to identify with.
"G'night. Just pass… the toast if you could… I have… Ron,… they're just sp… piders." Harry gesticulated sleepily as drool pooled at the lower corner of his mouth.
'It is okay to leave him there' the bartender had decided. 'He's not the type to cause any
trouble.'
But 'muggle understanding makes dangerous assumptions'. That was Harry's fortune cookie one 'take-out' night in England. And prophesies concerning Harry have a peculiar pattern of coming true…
Author: Kind of a depressing continuation, but this type of a bleak outlook adds to the story, ne? I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2 and review if you feel compelled to. ^.^ I will update when I am next able; promise.
