Title: The Advice of Lilith Adler.
Author: Chipmunki
Rating: T
Warnings: harsh language, homophobic language (seen from pov), slash (Sirius/Remus) and other teenage stuff.
Summary: Harry Potter is a pretty easy going guy, but yeah, he has a temper and quite a lot of hidden angst and now he's living in Lima, Ohio with his gay guardians and he's joining glee. Should be fun.
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'By Definition, Glee Is About Opening Yourself Up To Joy.' Lilith Adler, Glee Advisor.
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It was a week after Cedric's death. A day after Dumbledore's great reveal. He's walking, as if in a trance, down twisting corridors and through secret passages. Then he stops. He's in the tower's second floor girl's bathroom. Myrtle's bathroom. The entrance to the Secret Chamber. He hisses to the tap.
The silver embellishment writhes for a second and then the portal opens. He has to be prepared. Even if it means going down there. He takes a step forward, but he must have forgot how slippery it was. His legs are yanked out from under him. Screaming, he speeds down the chute.
He cannot stop. Then, he slams into the ground and the animal bones covering it. He pulls himself up. The Chamber is dark around him, so dusty he can barely breathe. Everything is untouched. He follows the shed snake skin like a path to his destination. He can remember the fear he felt seeing this skin for the first time, but it just seems empty now. Discarded and unwanted.
He leaves it behind, he has bigger body parts to find.
It is only a few minutes before he comes upon his prize. It lays there. Long and dark, the dim lights glint of off the dull scales like reflections on a turbulent river. He smiles faintly, he's not really happy though. He never wanted to be in this chamber again, let alone for this reason.
Let alone to desecrate the corpse of a mythical beast.
He reaches forward. His wand outstretched, the long inches of Holly extended towards the massive motionless mouth of the serpent lounging across the dirty stone chamber floor. He hesitantly taps the jaw of the beast with his wand, expecting it lunge at him, mouth opened wide, one remaining fang glistening in the low lights, slick with venom, slippery with painful death.
But it remains still. And he inches forward.
Quietly so as not to disturb the stagnant mysterious air of the Chamber of Secrets, he whispers, "Extorqueo"
It is a strangely violent word for the gentle delivery.
Harry watches with bright eyes as the bones of the snake shift. They pry loose of each other slightly, causing the corpse of the basilisk to sag, like somebody who had been beaten for a long time, now unconscious, completely lacking in resistance. Each bone had been dislodged from its natural place in the skeleton, popped out of joints and slipped away from its brothers and sisters.
He reaches into the japing, dislocated jaw of the monster and gripping onto his prize with a steady hand he pulls. There is resistance, but after a second of the fixed, unwavering pull it popped away from the skeleton with a loud crack. Harry stumbles back.
Then, he gives the truest smile he has given since he heard Dumbledore's devastating news. Since he left that strange and peculiar office with the weight of a thousand innocent lives or more on his shoulders, since he became less of a child and more of an old hero. Doomed to lose themselves to the monster. Beat it, but still forever entrapped in its clawed grasp.
In his hands he holds a basilisk fang, the key to the destruction of the six horcruxes of the most evil dark lord of the last century.
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David Karofsky did not consider himself a bully. He was not one of those insecure little pussies on those after school shows dealing with his problems by beating other kids up. He was just putting those nerds and faggy Glee Clubbers in their place, like the dumpster.
At first he was confused about that Potter kid. The guy was kind of tall, and good looking (not that Dave noticed in a gay way! It was just like an observation or something.), he was doing well in classes and he seemed to get on well enough with everyone. Sure his parents were fags and that has got to mess a kid up, like Berry. Jesus. She was insane. But he seemed like an alright guy. Plus he sounded kind of like Bond and Dave had never really recovered from his childhood hero worship of the British spy.
But then the guy had punched him.
Right on the fucking nose.
What a dick.
Dave had ended up getting suspended for two days. That was alright, a couple of days off lounging on the couch playing on his X-Box. A lay in on a school day. Score, right? But then his mom started to nag him.
And his dad got that disappointed look on his face whenever Dave got in trouble for fighting at school and Dave ended up feeling like shit when he thought he would be having fun.
His mom refused to let him use his X-Box and she gave him half of his bratty sister's chores. What a bitch.
But he got back on a Friday. He charged through the school corridors. He could not afford to let those losers think they were better than him just because he got suspended. That fag Kurt already looked him in the eye and insulted him all the time. It was bad enough he had to let that fly without taking it from the nerds and freaks that went to this crappy school.
He shoulder checked a geeky looking guy into the lockers and glared at all of the others. Azimio met him on the way to History and handed him a delicious looking slushie. It's bright green and God it felt good to see one of these things. He rounded the corner and he was not ashamed to say he was looking for that James Bond wannabe to properly douse with this ice cold bitch slap in his hand.
But he did not see him anywhere. Azimio turned to him.
"Potter's out until Tuesday. Family stuff." He said, slapping Karofsky on the back with a grin, "don't worry, dude, we'll get him next week."
Karofsky nodded and threw his slushie over the unsuspecting Berry, standing on her own next to her locker. Azimio grinned at him and threw his over some nerd the other side of the hallway.
They shared a grin, and Karofsky looked around the hallway. When Potter came back to school Karofsky would be waiting. That little dick would regret getting him suspended.
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The atmosphere in the auditorium was amazing; they had just finished their last set, Rachel had rejoined the group and the audience seemed to love them!
The Glee Club cheered in celebration, hugging each other, laughing and shouting. The football players embraced the losers and the Cheerios giggled alike with their own and with those lower in the food chain. It was definitely awesome.
Tina laughed into Mike's shoulder as he drew her into a hug, she knew the hand ruffling her hair was Matt's. Although she and Mike had been going to the same Asian camp since they were just kids none of their interactions had been as happy or a carefree as these. She bent down to hug Artie next, both of them laughing their heads off! As original members of the Glee Club, this great performance meant so much more.
They would never have had the chance to do this without the others and without Mr Schue!
Still though, she knew something was missing, someone. Laughing and jumping in celebration with the rest of the New Directions was amazing, almost perfect. But Harry had become one of her best friends since she had been introduced to him (by her mom, so typical of her!) and, to be honest, this win felt just a little bit empty without him to enjoy to with.
And it would have been so much fun to see his reaction to April.
Tina danced off of the stage with her friends, and wondered what Harry had been doing when he should have been up on stage, singing with the rest of them.
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Harry and Sirius neared the Horcrux, wary, just in case there were any more hidden charms and curses around the precious, disgusting object. Harry reached out for it, stilling when he realised his hand was shaking. The violent tremors were proof of his terror, his weakness. Even if he was not a Hogwarts any more he was still a Gryffindor. He was ashamed of his fear, the fact he was scared when he should have been full of bravery, courage, like other Gryffindors.
A hand clasped warmly over his shoulder. The comfort it gave him allowed his hand to still, his confidence to grow and for him to finally finish his journey to the Horcrux. He felt so much stronger with the love and support of his family behind him.
Just as his fingers grazed the yellow cup a sound echoed from behind them. It was the slow, scraping sound of the door opening. Grey eyes met green. Both as panicked as each other. They had come so far! Gotten so close!
They might never get a chance like this again.
Harry dived to the left, soaring behind a heap of old looking magical artefacts. Sirius scrambled to the right, he hurried behind one of the many stacks and piles of gold galleons that lay, seemingly uncounted and uncared for, in the vault.
As Harry moved a bright flare of light peered through the gaps in the objects. It was the spell on the door! If someone saw it they would know they had been there, and no one entering the vault could be on the side of light in this magical war! Eyes wide and panicked, he desperately tried to alert Sirius to the spell that could reveal them.
He caught Sirius's eye, jerking his head toward the door. Just like a sand timer, the door slowly creaked open. The tension rose every millimetre it moves. They were running out of time!
He waved his hand like he was trying to cast a spell, trying to signal to Sirius about the glowing spell work on the arch above the door, but he just looked confused. He was shaking his head, and furrowing his brow in response.
Finally Harry went for the simple approach. He pointed. Sirius followed his finger and at last saw the glowing blue lines of the observation spell – the only spell by Bellatrix they had not destroyed. Quickly Sirius whipped out his wand and whispered the counter spell furiously, panicked by how little time they had before the vault's intruders were upon them.
Just as he managed to counter curse the spell away the door finished its journey inwards. Harry ducked back down behind the piles of magical objects he was hidden behind, staying as still as possible and hoping Sirius had done the same. If Sirius was caught Harry simply had no idea what he would do. But he had faith in Sirius. The man was intelligent, and as sly as a fox. He would hide himself perfectly.
As there was a shift in the object to Harry's left, Harry realised that the one he should be worried for was himself. There was a murmur of voices as Harry froze. He should have cast a disillusionment charm on himself, should have brought his father's invisibility cloak. Why was he so stupid?
"The Dark Lord demanded it, Narcissa, and that is why we are bringing it to him!" spoke Lucius Malfoy, his voice as sneering and superior as it had always been. So both of the Malfoy parents were here. And they were here to get something for Voldemort. If only Harry could figure out what.
Knowing that Sirius would be praying for Harry to be doing the exact opposite, Harry shifted carefully on to his feet. He slowly reallocated his footing. He could see, just slightly, where Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were. Suddenly a flash of black velvet was in front of his face. Through the hole in the clumsily arranged objects in front of him Harry could see the cloth robes of another person. Could it be Malfoy? He thought to himself furiously. Or was it someone more dangerous?
"Mother! What is this?" Harry relaxed, it was only Malfoy. He could handle Malfoy, the ferret. Bellatrix, he would be lost, Fenrir, he would be done, and, Snape, he would be in deep, deep dragon shit.
"Don't touch that, Draco!" snapped Mrs Malfoy, "It is an incredibly dangerous object." Harry could hear her footsteps get louder as she neared Malfoy, and Harry. He tried not to move. His breathing slowed and quietened. Narcissa Malfoy ne Black had never officially taken the Dark Mark, but there were stories about what she had done to prisoners during the First War at The Dark Lord's request. Bellatrix was insane and completely unreserved about showing her slavish love for Voldemort and Lucius was blood thirsty to the end and treated muggles and muggle borns like animals that he could hunt. But Narcissa went cold when she fought. She served curses with a smile, like a housewife would serve tea, as cold and treacherous as ice. She cared for her son though. For him she was as warm as any mother. With him there she was weak.
Or stronger, Harry thought. Most mothers were at their strongest when protecting their children. If he had to, he would aim for her first. He hoped it would not come to that. It would royally bugger up their plans if two of Voldemort was alerted to their actions against his Horcrux, which the disappearance of two of his strongest supporters and their son would probably do.
"That," continued Mrs Malfoy's smooth, aristocratic voice "is a mechanical, clockwork mouse my great-great-great grand uncle, your great-great-great-great uncle, Cygnus Black had devised, to scamper into his enemies."
She paused, and Harry could hear Malfoy Senior's footsteps echo around the vault as he strode. He paused occasionally. Was he looking for something? The Black velvet of Draco Malfoy's robe's covered Harry's spy hole and he could not see what the Malfoy family was doing. He could hear them though.
"Does it spy on them, mother? Record their secrets and bring them back to us?" asked Draco, voice eager.
"No, my dearest child, it explodes."
Harry heard Lucius Malfoy's footsteps falter. Silence fell. Harry tensed further.
Then Lucius continued on and picked up an object with a clanging of metal.
"Come, Narcissa, Draco, I've found what the Dark Lord requires. We must be on our way."
The sharp, light steps of Mrs Malfoy ratt-tatted immediately in the echoing chamber. The Black velvet paused, still in Harry's view.
"Now, Draco," said Lucius Malfoy, sharply. Draco followed swiftly.
Harry relaxed as he heard the vault doors closing behind the Malfoys but he did not dare move for another minute. Until he heard Sirius's light, fast footsteps as he pace towards him he stayed frozen.
"Come on, Harry, we're almost done." Sirius's voice was victorious, but Harry knew they still had to destroy the Horcrux. And there was the problematic appearance of the Malfoys.
"What did they take?" Harry asked, "Could you see?"
"Yeah," Sirius said, and Harry felt the guilt rise in him that he had taken the victory out of his voice and replaced it with worry with a single sentence. "It was just an old book, though, I don't know what they would have wanted out of any of the dark shit in here!"
"They are a dark family, Sirius, I imagine any of the books from this vault would have been very interesting to the Malfoys." Harry said,
"Slimy snakes!" Sirius spat, as he walked over to the shelves of books that stood in the vault, he searched the titles. "Thankfully, my dear family organised them by content!" he laughed, running a finger over the dark leather spines until he came to the gap left by the book Lucius Malfoy took. "These books are all..."
He trailed off. Harry stared at him, "What are those books?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"Blood curses." Sirius answered. He was scared. Harry could see it in his face. He did not know what it was for, though; he did not know what blood curses were.
"What are they?" Harry said.
Sirius looked pained, "They're long distance curses, they use either the blood of the target, or the blood of the target's family."
"Oh," Harry said. If the Death Eaters were cursing Sirius, they could use the blood of at least four people to attack him with the undoubtedly terrible curses. Once again Harry realised just how bloody high the odds were stacked against them. Still, he thought, steeling himself, they could do something about those odds.
"Let's destroy that Horcrux. We can worry about those things when we've made it home safely." Harry suggested, gesturing with his wand to the Hufflepuff cup. It was still as bright and yellow as it had been when they first laid eyes on it. Harry was not ashamed to say that he would not mind stabbing the thing with a goblin made sword. He had never been one for bright colours, and he disliked them even more now.
Sirius's hand shot out as fast as a whip. Harry watched as he grasped an ornate looking sword. It was decorated with dark sapphires and onyx stones and one large opal in the centre of the hilt, which seemed to be made of heavy silver which had blackened with neglect around the edges of the complicated design.
"This was my many, many great grandfather's sword, forged by the goblins, made of their metals and by their tiny hands. It should do the job," he said as Harry studied the blade.
"It is called Midnight Moon." He declared, and swung it down to cleave the cup in two.
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Ginny Weasley was not a sneak. She was not nearly as Slytherin as that. She just wanted to know if those letters Ron never opened around her, which were delivered by an internationally flying owl and left Hermione close to tears were from Harry.
She slipped past the giggling girls in the common room, tiptoeing quietly up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. She knew Ron was with the other sixth years, in the hall, stuffing his face, like usual. The pig.
She got easily into his dormitory and to his bed, which was a mess. The bed covers were pushed down to the end of the bed, crumpled and wrinkled. She ignored that though, and moved towards trunk at the bottom of his bed. It was worn and old. Second or third hand like all of the Weasley's belongings.
She opened it and begun to dig through Ron's stuff, pushing past his unwashed clothes with a wrinkled nose and a chuckle at his doodled on text books. She burrowed further and further into his trunk, pushing past the piles of Zonko's sweets and the rat food that proved Ron had not cleaned his trunk since Third year.
Her heart stopped when she found them.
Each of the envelopes they came in had been torn. The edges of the paper ripped and shredded. The letters themselves were more cared for. She could feel the hesitant way Ron must have handled them in them from the careful way they had been folded and pushed into the envelopes. They seemed to be ordered in age. The newest one was placed lovingly on the top of the pile. She grabbed them all and ran out of the dormitories. She would find a secret, quiet place to read them. She did not want to be disturbed.
She needed to be alone to do this.
She found a small, empty classroom, dusty from disuse. The old textbooks lay in stacks next to the chalk-stained blackboard. Just like she, they had been left behind.
Sitting down in an old chair that creaked under her weight, she looked at the stack of envelopes in her hand. There were 25 of them. One for each of the weeks Harry had not been home. She took the oldest one first.
It was written in biro on muggle paper, not parchment. It looked so plain and unassuming. She would never have guessed that this envelope would hold the key to Harry James Potter. She slid the letter out, pulling when it caught on the torn edges of the envelope where Ron had ripped it open to get at it quicker or in anger. Ginny was not sure which. Ron had been a mystery to her since Harry had left. She did not know whether he missed him, waned him gone, hated him, or loved him - maybe all of them at the same time. Hermione said that Ron had the emotional capacity of a spoon or something sometimes but, when it came to Harry, Ron felt a lot and deeply. Not all of the emotions good ones.
The letter was covered in Harry's messy handwriting, a strange but lovely mix of spiky and loopy. Ginny cannot help her sad smile at the sight of it, she takes a moment to once again familiarise herself with Harry's writing. It reminds her sharply of him. It's small and fast and surprising too. You would never think the way he curves some of his 'B's' and 'D's' to have come from the same hand as the 'S's' and 'Q's'. It shows his generous spirit and his impulsiveness.
Ginny likes to think, secretly to herself, that it is proof of how much she loves him that she can see so much in everything he does – even the little things.
His words strike her next, she always loved the conviction he spoke with and his care for others and his fist sentences of the letter are questions about Ron, Hermione and his adopted family and tales of Sirius and Remus. He does not mention her by name though, that breaks her heart.
She wants to devour his every word but she's on a mission. She searches the letter, and the next and the next, and all of them, for just one mention of where he had moved too, where she could go to find him.
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Remus had waited before in his life. The time he sat outside the birthing room at St. Mungos with a laughing Sirius and a worried, pacing James waiting for Lily to five birth and Harry to come into the world. The time three months after Sirius had escaped out of Azkaban after he told Sirius he still loved him thirteen years later and waited for a response. On his eleventh birthday, waiting to see if he would receive his Hogwarts letter even though he was cursed. This wait was the worst though.
Waiting to see if his lover and his adopted son would return home from a life threatening mission against the most powerful dark wizard this century had ever seen was impossible. He tried to eat, he tried to work, and he tried to sleep. But his stomach threatened to rebel against anything he put into it, the work he did researching old and forgotten spells and enchantments felt as boring as the dust that covered the tomes he read and sleep always ended in sweat soaked awakenings after terrible nightmares. He sat instead. The phone was less than a metre away from him on the table and the door was firmly within his amber brown sights.
For hours, gaze fixed, stomach twisting, he waited for his family to come home.
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It was only on the plane flight back that Harry allowed himself to relax and review the past half a day.
The Hufflepuff cup had screamed when Sirius cut it into two so they had had to leave quickly. Whilst it twisted and shrieked like a living being Sirius had grabbed the two books either side of the gap where the book Lucius had took. The Blacks occasionally bought doubles or triples of the books they thought desirable so that others would not have the chance to learn from them.
With a sly smile he also carried the sword out with him.
"It's just so pretty," he said, eyeing the gleam of the candlelight on its metallic surface. Harry had shaken his head and decided to let him keep the sword. He was pretty sure he could remember Sirius saying something about fencing lessons during one of the few times Sirius had talked about his childhood at the Blacks. They had had to cast a disillusion spell on it to go through the machines and sensors and stuff at the airport, though, all the while Harry glaring at Sirius.
He shifted in his seat, wiggling his shoulder to jiggle Sirius's head. He was asleep, snoring obnoxiously into Harry's right ear. He only hoped his godfather was not drooling. Unfortunately, Sirius was not jerked awake from the motion. Harry rolled his eyes. He had no idea how Sirius lasted through the first war with Voldemort. He slept like he was in a coma every time. Lazy bugger.
It gave him time to consider his circumstances. There was one less Horcrux in the world, but there was also a chance Voldemort knew that there were people destroying them. Remus's research came to the conclusion that the annihilation of the detached pieces of soul would not hurt or alert Voldemort, but actual evidence on Horcruxes was scarce and nobody had ever created six of them. No one was really sure how this could go.
Also, even if they had destroyed this one Horcrux there were the five more in the world and Voldemort to consider. And, as much as Harry was going to enjoy finally Avada-ing that snake eyed, nose-less bastard, killing Voldemort was going to be very, very difficult. They knew one was in Lima, Ohio, there was another in America, one in France, maybe, and one in Japan or China. The others were unknown unless their informants or the Order of the Phoenix (whilst being a little unless and Dumbledore less than open with his information) told them more. The one in Lima was eluding them and even so, that was the one they had the most information on.
Three words for what they were doing, thought Harry, with a sigh full of annoyance, wild goose chase. But someone had to do it, and he was The Chosen One.
Sometimes you have to do things you do not want to do, sometimes you have to give things up, sometimes you have to put yourself second to others – to The Greater Good. It was a bitter pill to swallow but apparently one Harry had been swallowing since he was a one year old child. He was used to it by now, and, to be honest, he much rather he had to do all of this than one of his peers. They all had family to miss them, he may have had Remus and Sirius but they had survived without him for 14 years and they could do it again with him dead. He knew Mrs Weasley would fall apart without Ron, without any of her children and from the way Hermione talked about her mum and dad if she died it would be like their entire world had fallen away from them.
With his thoughts firmly morose and depressing Harry rested his head against the plush seat as the plane began its descent to the runway. They were almost home. He nudged Sirius awake more forcefully and he woke up with a slobbery shout that made Harry and a couple of other passengers stifle laughs.
"We're almost there, Sirius, wake up."
Sirius smiled at him sleepily, the affection plain in his eyes. Harry felt a little gooey and uncomfortable just seeing it but still it made him warm inside. "We did it, Harry! We did it!" he whispered.
Harry did not have the heart to tell him it was only the beginning, and that he worst was yet to come. In his heart he knew Sirius was only playing up the feelings of success to give them both hope and even so he did not want to ruin it. He played along and smiled the biggest smile he could as the plane's wheels made contact smoothly with the earth.
And truly it was a happy occasion, they may not have won the war yet but they had begun it. They had won this battle and it was a start. His smile felt even truer just thinking of it.
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Remus leapt up when the door opened. He barrelled into Sirius's arms, his hip bumping against the pommel of the sword Remus noticed was strapped to his hip. It would bruise but Remus did not care enough to stop hugging Sirius. He had been terrified the entire time Sirius and Harry had been gone that one of them had been hurt.
His body ached from the Change he had undergone yesterday, his head thrummed lightly with pain but he refused to let go. He reached out and grabbed one of Harry's hands as tightly as he could. Harry smiled at him, pushing up his glasses and trying to flatten his hair with the other hand. Remus could tell he was blushing, that he was pleased by both the show of affection for him and the fact tat neither he nor Sirius seemed to want to let go of each other. At least, he was certain he was not letting go of Sirius for some time.
"We did it, Moony!" Sirius whispered ferociously in his ear. "We did it!"
Harry patted his hand and pulled away, smiling, but eyes on the two books in his hands. Remus could see they were pretty dark books, but he buried his head into Sirius's neck. He would care about that later; right now he just needed to smell home.
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Tina grinned in a decidedly Rachel Berry fashion as she woke up. She was not normally a morning person, but today she felt good. She felt awesome. She jumped out of bed and practically skipped to the bathroom, scooting past her younger brother and ruffling his hair playfully. Johnny grinned at her and she grinned back. He seemed to be as excited as she was. They both knew – Harry was coming home!
Tina let the water run down her body, she had woken up early today – refreshed and ready! She could afford to spend another ten or twenty minutes in the shower than she usually did. The red stripes in her hair were just as bright as they had been a few days ago, but she was considering adding gold ones as well – she just wasn't sure if they would just seem blonde-y instead of the metallic shade she was looking for. But she was a massive fan of the Gryffindor look – the colours made her feel brave, she thought, belting out Gloria Gaynor's 'I Will Survive' at the top of her voice, refusing to stutter even once.
When she got out of the shower she was still in high spirits, she danced across the bathroom, slipping once but recovering quickly with a laugh. She had missed Harry a lot while he had been gone. It was great to think that he was going to be back in her life – sure she did not get that fluttery feeling in her stomach when she thought of him like she did for Artie, but she sure as hell liked him more. Arties chauvinistic comments brought her down, as much as she fantasised sometimes about going out with him, she had a gut feeling she would spend half the time ecstatic and the other half demeaned and self conscious.
But she pushed the negative thoughts out of her head, getting dressed quickly in one of her more simple outfits and heading downstairs for breakfast. She dug into her toast, grinning, as her mom came in and kissed her on the top of the head.
This was going to be a good day.
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It's dark around him. He cannot see anything, but quietly, he can hear a laugh. It gets louder and louder until he cannot hear anything else. He knows this laugh. It has been in his dreams since he was a child. It sends shivers up his spine. He's so scared he cannot move. He can barely breathe.
Voldemort.
Suddenly there is a flash of red light. It sears the air next to him. Then again. And again. It's so hot. He can feel it scorch his skin.
Then it hits him.
The pain makes him writhe, like a captured mouse, a kidnapped child. Or a witch burning on the stake.
He screams. His mouth is so wide his jaw cracks painfully. He hands are flailing. Each movement hurts him. The pain crests for a long second. The crescendo of torture wracks every cell of his body. It feels like every part of him is in a separate hell. Then in a painful climax he bolts up in his bed.
Harry jerked sideways as the door slammed open. Sirius's wide eyes meet his own. He knows it was a nightmare.
But he cannot stop screaming.
yeah, i know, epically late, but guess what? I just finished some of the most important exams of my life. i think they went okay... :/
and there won't be another update for another couple of weeks because i'm going on holiday in like three days and it's doubtful ill bang out another chappie in that time, i think i should write another for spread my wings, let me fly first. erg, inspiration is not coming easily to me at this time for all of my glee/hp crossovers.
but i have some ideas for where this is all heading so... be patient, please. :)
Reviews would be awesome. really, they make my day, :)