Ahhh sorry for the wait. I've been busy and by busy I mean sweating my buttocks off just so I can pass my CPR certification class...gah I swear it was a pain in the butt but it was fun....Oh and I had finals too.....shame on the persons who created tests.....bleh
Warnings: hahahahaha!!!! I'm bringing in evil Ron and he will have less that noble intentions...umm attempted molestation of our favorite crabby teacher Sev...and some well mostly dark Harry whose 'name' shall come to light. I hope you all like!!!!
Rated: mature for foul language and some other very bad stuff....that really isnt for younger or sensitive readers I warn you know.....and this is also here to remind you that this story will contain an evil Ron Weasley....I repeat EVIL RON WEASLEY.
Disclaimer: The wicked witch of the west gave me harry and sev...so yeah their mine. Now if only J.K. Rowling would realize that they belong with me we will be good to go.....Now if only these nice young men in their clean white coats would just quit trying to make me say I don't own anything related to harry potter......so yeah i dont own......stupid staright jacket.
Chapter 6: Two sides of the same coin.
The coffin was beginning to get extremmely hot underneath my back. It was a bit uncomfortable but hey these stupid people just couldn't figure out how to get rid of me. Well I'll show them. They won't forget me. Especially with that weakling Harry out of the way. It was my time to shine!! My turn at a life!! Harry never should have existed in the first place. Fucking weakling. Yeah...Harry was gonna have ta go. Especially If I wanted to stay awake. There was no way in hell That I was going back to being locked up in his mind.
Never again.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on my core. The very thing that gave me life and magick. And I pushed as much of it as I could out through the pores in my skin. It took a few precious minutes but it began to work just fine. It would have been easier if I had axcess to all of my power but that git Harry had half. Well that would be mine soon enough as well so no worries there. Biting my bottom lip hard enough to taste blood I concentrated on forming a shield around my body to protect myself from the flames that were quickly engulfing my coffin. Feeling my core become as solid as it could around my body I released the breath I had been holding and continued to make it stronger.
Now that I had a shield erected around my body it was timefor phase two of my brilliant escape plan.
Grinning evily I tightened my hold over the shield and made it constrict even tighter around me...in five seconds I was going to let it loose....and then....BOOM!!!!
My sweet coffin will be blown to smitherens. Aaahhh I swear I am a genius.
1...2...3...4...ready or not you stupid Harry lovers here I come....5....
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Everyone who attended Potters funeral was sitting at the Gryffindor's table enjoying a last meal in honour of Harry and his life. Well almost everyone. Snape didn't show up and Lupin still didn't show either.
'This is absolutely bloody terrific.' Ron thought. 'No longer will I be in that bastards shadow! No more being in the shadow of the idiot-who-lived...' Taking a sip of his pumpkin juice Ron smirked into his goblet. Today was the happiest day of his life. What would make it better though was finding himself the heir to the dearly departed last Potters mass fortune. Now that would make his day. He would finally have the money to buy himself things...like the Firebolt..and robes and anything else he could possibly want!! After seeing Harry parade around with all that money in his vault he was reminded of his families lower class status and he resented Harry all the more for it. Especially since he played the 'I'm an orphan who lives with such terrible relatives and I have such a hard life!!' card. As far as he was concerned Harry got what he had coming for him. It's a right shame that it didn't happen sooner.
'When are they going to read the damn will?' He thought, a bit frustrated that it was taking so long for Dumbledor to get on with it the rest of the funeral crap. A slight tugging on his shirt pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned around to see who it was.
It was Hermione.
Ron groaned in his head. 'What do you want you filthy mudblood?!' Don't touch me with your dirty hands!' He screeched silently. Shuddering slightly as he forced himself to stay sitting he put on a pained face. 'I'm really really sad that the idiot Potter died...and I'm his best friend so I should be really sad...' kept going through his head like a mantra as he tried to look distraught.
"What are we going to do Ron?" she asked tearfully. Ron was disgusted. 'WE?!!' he thought heatedly, Not WE you blunndering bitch. Just I. Your only good for a fuck and a quick A.'
"I don't know Mione." He replied softly pulling her into a hug and lightly rubbing circles in her back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. "Oh yes I do you friggin whore. Well....I know what I am gonna do at least.'
"I...I...." Hermione stopped and clutched Ron for a second before quickly standing up and excusing herself. She ran straight for Moaning Murtle's bathroom. No one would bother her there.
Ron looked back at his plate and dug back in to his black berry pie. This year's going to be great!!
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Severus sat at his desk in the potions classroom with a half empty bottle of muggle Jack Daniels and another bottle laying on the floor. It had shattered when Severus had thrown it at the wall after finding that it was empty and there was nothing else he could get out of it. He twirled his wand in his hands and went to grab the bottle for another swig only to find it flying across the room into the waiting hands of none other than Albus Dumbledor. Fuck. Severus thought.
"Severus, my boy,' Albus began as he walked over and picked up the lid on top of the desk and put it back on the bottle. "Don't do this to yourself."He sat down in at a desk and set the bottle before him.
Severus got up and staggered over to Albus. He grabbed the bottle and tried to pick it up but it wouldn't budge.
Albus chucked as he watched his former student try to pick the bottle up from the desk. Apparently he hadn't realized he could just use a spell that got it to be unstuck...but Severus appeared to be too drunk to really think about the elementary magick...
Finally giving up on the bottle Severus chose to sit back at his desk and stare at Albus.
"Severus," Albus began again," Why didn't you come to the feast in honour of Harry?"
Severus blinked.
Then he burst out laughing.
"What makes you think I'd be welcome there at the place where all of his friends and 'family' are eating and swapping fond memories of their time together with the damn Golden Boy!" I yelled at the old fool. Come on after all I was the dreaded Potions Master!! A dungeon bat! A bloody slytherin for christs sake!! There was no way in hell I was gonna walk into a lion pit full of idiots. Especially when I know I'm not welcome.
"Severus..."Albus began again. Probably gonna say something to try and sooth my frazzeled nerves. But I wasn't gonna let him...so I interrupted him...sue me.
"And just what the hell do you mean soulmates?!" I yelled in a very drunkenly dignified manner. This damn soulmates was really getting on my nerves...It just didn't make any sence to me...it's just not bloody fuckin possible..nor could it be true. ... It just couldn't be. Could it?
"It is true Severus...and I'm afraid I, well..I have known since Harry's first year. The chain was established the moment you and Harry first eye contact."
"...wah..." I said as I stared at him open mouthed.
" Think back Severus. You'll see it yourself. You know it in your heart to be true. You and Harry are soulmates. You two are destined to be together." Albus explained desperately as he looked into my eyes.
I unwittingly thought back to the first year I knew about Harry. The year that I got his parents killed. The year of the Dark Lords downfall and my first taste of freedom since I was 17.
It felt like someone took one of those giant muggle ball and chain contraptions used to destroy their buildings and decided they needed to destroy my stomach. I knew what he meant. I had felt the tug the minute he was concieved. It felt like I had a chain attached to my chest. I was able to ignore it after a while. Until he went to live with the Dursleys...It became heavy for a few years and then it just stopped. I didn't think about the chain again until he came to Hogwarts. The tug on the chain was agonisingly painful. It was all I could do to stay in my seat and continue talking to that fraud Quirrel when all I really wanted to do was curl up on the floor and pass out. That year had been sheer torture. I convinsed myself that I hated that little kid who made me feel so much pain.
It only got worse as he got older. I found it was strongest when he was at Hogwarts than when he was away at his relatives house.
And everytime he got in any danger I would feel the chain tug. It was so ... strange.
Damn Harry Potter and his ability to torment me after tha grave.
I suddenly realize that I need air. The room I am in feels constricting and nostalgic.
I want out right now.
Before Albus can stop me I;m out the door and staggering a fast gait down the hallway and out the door.
Everyone has already left to go home. I only noticed because the carriages were gone and their was no noise coming from the great hall where everyone was eating earlier.
I don't know where I'm going so I just let my feet do the walking and I stop thinking. I don't want to think about anything right now. Not Potter, or Albus or this stupis soulmate chain crap thingy. Iy was too much!! For Gods sake I was already a spy and on top of that I had to keep up the pretences of a loyal death eater and a teacher of ungrateful idiots and dudnderheads and some prissy now-it-alls...'ug..' I moan silently to myself. My life really sucks something fierce...
BOOM!!!
My wand is in my hand and pointed at the source of the loud sound before my mind fully caught up to what I was seeing.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Thats some strong liquor I mumbled in my mind to myself. It had to be the alcohol because there was no way in hell Harry was standing in the middle of the burning pyre with bits and pieces of splintered coffin raining down aroumd us.
I knew three things...Three very important things that nothing can change. Nothing. No type of magick, potion, saying or religion could ever change.
1. Potter was dead. I saw his body myself. I checked it after Poppy made her anylasis and found to be dead. An official even checked him. Potter was well and truly dead.
2. The dead don't smirk or walk like that. They don't have any typr of glint in their eye that should be that devious and they most certainly do not run their soot covered hand along their potion professor's chest and try to get under the clothes.
3. Potter was standing. Talking. Definitly moving. And Potter had a pulse.
Potter was alive....
He was touching me and...and Oh my god Potter was alive.
AN: Well I hoped you all liked and I hope you all don't want to kill me for what I did to Ron and his little attitude. Trust me he needs to be like is going to play a major part in this story in his own way. I am dead tired and my bed is calling me....So read and review people!! Chop! Chop! lol. jk. enjoy the chap. I should have chapter 7 up by sunday or monday. depends on when I can find the time to type. okaies buh bye!!