Hey guys! Here is another chapter in which time has skipped ahead a bit. Like I said earlier, I know that this is going quickly so do forgive me. I am aware. I hope all of you enjoy it regardless though and that you review me your thoughts on it as soon as possible.
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Chapter Eight Dying is the day worth Living for
Harry closed the door of his lover's room silently, running a hand through his hair to straighten the mussed locks. Another amazing night. He was purring with satisfaction. He made his way down the hallway and almost got to the door at the end of the hallway when his thoughts of Voldemort's sleeping form were interrupted.
"It won't last you know. This tryst you have with the Dark Lord."
Harry turned around and Creed was standing against the wall right behind him. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"My tryst is none of your concern." He answered calmly, wary as ever.
Creed smiled darkly, pushing away from the wall and approaching the object of his desires.
"Do you really think that he will bare the feel of your cold flesh for long when he could have any living creature grace his bed."
Harry wasn't going to admit it but his question sunk his claws deep into his cold heart. The knowledge infuriated him because he knew that that was Creed's intention. It angered him even more that he knew that he was giving the bastard what he wanted.
"That is once again, none of your concerned." He hissed, turning away.
Harry felt his wrist enclosed in an iron-like grip. His body was spun around and Creed's body met his defiantly.
"It is my concern, lovely, because I should be the one who's company you seek out. Your Dark Lord is merely a hindrance. A temporary hindrance."
His eyes narrowed. Had Creed known that that topic had crept into his brain for the past month? What was wrong with securing his admittedly long, bleak future? Nothing. He gave the shadow a long, considering look.
"I will come to you only if Voldemort ever rejects me for that reason." He said and pushed away from him.
He knew as he walked away that Creed had a satisfied smirk on his face.
"I'll see you in my arms soon, lovely." He heard him say as he left, somewhat angrily.
Harry felt and odd sort of dizziness come over him as he stood at the table, planning with the others. His hand fell away from where he had been pointing out something in Voldemort's plans. Something wasn't right. Creed's eyes hand never left him during the entire meeting.
"Harry?" Tom asked, noting his frown.
He didn't feel himself fall, only suddenly saw Creed's face hovering over him and strong arms around him. What was this? He could feel Tom shaking him but he couldn't respond. A cold, freezing power was filling him, spilling over to swirl around the room. Apparently, his magic hadn't been ready to die yet either. Blackness slammed into him.
Tom fumed outside Creed's room. The Shadow had taken HIS Harry inside and shoved him out saying that he would only be a hindrance. A hindrance his arse! Harry's cold magic pulsed out of the door, tugging at him almost. He had had enough. He wanted to see Harry right now! He deserved to know what was going on under his own roof! Tom pushed open the door, pointedly ignoring Creed's hiss of disapproval. The air in the room was frigid but charged. Harry was sitting up straight as a board on the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets. It looked as though Creed had tried to get him to lie down but Harry had refused. Normally, Tom would be overjoyed to see his beloved awake under these conditions but there was something seriously wrong with Harry. His emerald eyes were glazed over in a way that he had only seen on the dead and the teen stared ahead unseeingly. It cut the Dark Lord a little too close to home. A high pitched whine issued from his lover's throat and Harry pitched forward, burying his face in the sheets as if to block something out. Creed was suddenly at Tom's elbow.
" You need to leave."
Tom glared at him with pure malice. He would never admit it but he was jealous of the Shadow. He was jealous of Creed's close connection with Harry and of all the time he spent with him.
"I will not leave! I have a right to know what exactly is wrong with him!" He hissed furiously.
How dare that Shadow try to take his Harry from him! How dare he try to keep them apart! Creed looked like he would argue at first but stopped himself. A small smirk played on his lips.
"Suit Yourself."
Harry's whine quickly turned into a growl and he was looking straight at him.
"What's wrong with him?" Tom asked, suddenly a little worried.
Creed was watching Harry like a cat with a small bird. He had been waiting for this moment for years now. It almost seemed too sweet now that it had finally arrived. At last, everything was falling into place.
"Harry, no matter how human and living he may seem, is still nothing more than a corpse. He is an Inferi, and, like all Inferi, at the heart of his being he is ruled by his baser instincts. This is a manifestation of that. Harry will kill and feed and go back to ground if I let him. You, however, are the only living thing in this room. Right now, you're nothing but food to him." Creed explained with a purr, basking in the cool magic.
Tom looked green. The growling had continued. Harry wanted to eat him? Before, the fact that his lover was dead already had been easily pushed aside. Harry talked, breathed if he chose, thought and felt. Now, the Dark Lord was forced to stare the fact in its ugly face. Harry was a corpse. No matter how he looked at it. Tom spun on his heel and left the room.
It had been three days since Harry had Changed. He was asleep now, a sign that the change was over. The Dark Lord had done as was predicted. He had shunned the boy. In all fairness, though, Creed had not been entirely truthful. Harry would not have killed and fed if a Dominant had Tamed him. Only he could do it though. Only another undead. The teen stirred, stretching out on the bed further. His eyes opened and a frown settled on his lovely features. Tom, he knew the boy had sensed his fading presence, had been by to give his lover's Farewell. A Dark Lord's Goodbye.
"He saw…"
Creed nodded, tactfully staying blank.
"He said he could no longer be your lover but the two of you were to keep a good work relationship instead."
Harry's body stiffened and, almost timidly, he walked out of the room, ignoring the silent shadow for the moment. He opened the door next to his and stared. The room was empty. The bed and the wardrobe was there, but it looked like any other guest room. He felt pain bubble in his chest although he didn't understand it. Why was he in such… pain? Creed stepped up behind him. Harry stared at the barren room still feeling shaky and weak until his Shadow pulled him away quietly. For reasons he didn't understand, he let Creed pull him away. What else could he do? Nothing.
Tom stared into the fire, the image of Harry's snarling face etched into his thoughts, those dead green eyes boring into his soul. Harry was dead. There was nothing he could do about it. He had been foolish to get into a relationship with an Inferi, no matter how lifelike he could pretend to be. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
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