I know I've been slow on this. I'm really just lazy because I've had more
than enough time to do this chapter, plus another one.
Time to answer some reviews here....it's been a slow week, got scolded by
my math teacher and my Spanish V teacher is a bitch...but anyways....
texasjeanette: Um, yeah, I didn't expect it to turn out that way either. I keep reading it over again, trying to understand why it came out so different. As for Harry's dreams, those are the hardest for me to write, and I'm almost out of ideas, since he has them often. He will eventually tell Sev about the Dursleys, but not until later in the year. Albus doesn't really know about the abuse, other than that Harry is underfed and treated like crap, though I think he'll find out soon. And I'm still working on Sev and Harry's relationship.....I haven't done much with these guys yet, have I? Waiting for that special moment, I guess.
Iaurhirwen: I've always wanted a magical computer, it'd be so much more fun than the ones I use everyday, and I could use it whenever I want. I don't have the net here at home, and when I'm grounded, I can't use my puter either(.
Mistik Elf: You are absolutely insane!!! Thank you for bringing some humor into my otherwise quite boring day!
ParanoiaIn2005: Thank you very much! I'm glad you like it. I myself can't really see much difference between this and other stories, probably because I'm writing it. I do try to be original, although I have been greatly influenced by authors such as enahma...I loved her trilogy.....anyway, sorry about the grammar, and please let me know about the confusing spots so I can try to fix them.
Lady Darkness13: I was listening to Korn when I wrote that bleeding part...so it was very, um, interesting when I read it over. Maybe I've seen to many gross things here in the city, I dunno.
For everyone else who reviewed, I give thanks (though I can only see the ones from chapters 8 and 9, thanks to insufficient printing supplies at school (this district is POOR! And they keep spending money where it shouldn't be spent!). I'll try to get the rest as soon as I can. BTW, I did steal that Charmed thing from the actual series, but I've got a few other ideas mixed into that. Oh, and can anyone who watches Charmed tell me what it's called when demons, like Cole, get from one place to another? I think it's shimmering, but I'm not sure....
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It had been a fortnight since Harry discovered his new powers, and with Severus' help and instruction had found his other powers. In addition to blocking, freezing, sending people and things flying, and his shield, Severus was able to bring out Harry's (at the time) small abilities to levitate, read minds, heal, and perform hand magic. They practiced every night for long hours, until Harry was able to do each task properly. He was a fast learner, as if his body knew what to do and he just had to train his mind to make them work for him. When he wasn't in class or practicing with Severus, he was reading about the history of Charmed ones and the different qualities and magic they possessed.
He sat alone in Severus' office with a book called "The Charmed" in his lap after lunch, but he really wasn't reading it. The door opened and Severus walked in and sat down at his desk.
"What are you thinking about?" Severus asked.
Harry looked at his Potions professor, thinking about how to explain his thoughts. "I'm not sure," he finally said. "Several things, most of which I can't figure out yet..." he trailed off.
"Such as?"
"If being Charmed means passing power along to your offspring, how did I get it?"
Severus thought for a few moments. He knew one part of the answer, but was unsure of the rest. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk, his chin on his knuckles.
"Your father was one, a very strong one." He began slowly, still thinking. "I think your grandparents may have known beforehand that he was strong, because he knew how to use his powers by our first year. As for you mother, I can't think of how she got it. She must have gotten it from the same place she'd gotten any kind of magical power in the first place."
"Yeah, I don't think Aunt Petunia and their parents would've had any magic," Harry said. Severus shook his head as he looked at the clock. It read 12:47.
"Class starts soon, doesn't it?" Harry asked quietly, perusing his book.
"Yes, it does," Severus sighed. "We're doing a new potion, and I pray Weasley doesn't blow everything up again."
Harry laughed. "That was interesting, though I think that without Malfoy's help, it would have exploded anyway."
"Yeah, you go right ahead and laugh about it, you prat." Severus scowled at him as he stood up and swept out into the classroom. Harry rose and followed, setting his things on his desk, still laughing as the bell rang.
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Potions went fine, and soon it was time for supper. Harry didn't go with the rest of the class. Instead, he stayed in the classroom, reading his book. He was on the part where people are classified by their powers into strength groups. Beginners and those with limited ability to use their powers were classified as Amateurs, those with significant ability yet possessing only select powers were Gifted, and those who could equally perform the majority of existing powers were called Elite. Harry considered himself to be an Amateur, because he had only just begun to learn.
He became so engrossed in the book that he never heard the door open and close with an audible snap. He didn't notice anything until the lights were extinguished and he was unable to see anything.
He put the book aside and stood up silently, listening as hard as he could for any movement at all. He thought he heard a faint rustle of robes, but dismissed it as his imagination going wild. He didn't dare say anything, for fear of being found, and he moved silently to the front of the room and leaned against Severus' desk, looking around. Again, he thought he heard someone moving, but his heart was pounding so hard he wasn't sure.
"He-hello?" He asked softly, his voice shaking. There was no response but silence. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps very close to him. He turned to move away, and knocked over a pile of papers. Whoever it was that was in the room quickened their movements as Harry tried to reach the office. Once he got around the desk, however, he was pushed into it, a hand over his mouth.
"Make a sound, and I swear you won't live to see tomorrow," came the whispered hiss of Harry's attacker. "Understand?"
Harry nodded his head, and he was turned around to face his attacker, who was leaning up against him, holding his wrists so he couldn't get out. He managed to get himself under control, enough to realize the familiarity of the attacker. The area of his body that was against Harry seemed similar to someone he knew, but he didn't know just who. Suddenly the other man lowered his head so he could reach Harry's right ear.
"My, my, Potter," he breathed softly, and Harry's body tensed slightly. "We are vulnerable, aren't we?" When Harry didn't say anything, he continued. "And very sensitive as well," he said, his breath along Harry's neck, sending shivers through him.
"Tell me, Potter, how does it feel to be, shall we say, exposed?" He asked, his lips brushing Harry's skin. Harry's breath hitched slightly to the very familiar sounding speech, and he closed his eyes. "Hmm? Tell me, Potter."
Harry tried to raise his hands, but the other man's hands around his wrists tightened slightly. "No, no, Potter," he whispered into Harry's neck. "Tell me how it feels." Harry purposely tilted his head away from the other man, to see what he would do. "Trying to get away, are we? I can't let you do that, Potter."
"Why?" Harry asked softly, his voice hoarse.
"You haven't answered my question," the man replied. Harry turned his head towards the other man a bit, out of instinct. "Very good," the man said, breathing on Harry's already sensitive skin. "Tell me, what does it feel like when I do this?"
The man leaned into Harry's neck and began kissing from his collarbone to just below his ear. Harry could feel his pulse quicken as the man got closer to his ear. He ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Harry's ear, causing him to moan softly.
"Talk to me, Potter," the man said, voice low, his warm breath flowing under Harry's ear as he pressed himself against the other's body even more. Suddenly, Harry knew.
"Severus," he whispered.
The man paused. "How do you know?" He asked, still very near to Harry's ear.
"Your body," Harry said quietly.
"That means nothing. I could be posing as him," the man whispered. "Try again, Potter."
Harry turned his head to the right and tilted it back slightly. "Kiss me," he said.
"Why should I?" The man taunted, shifting his body a little, tempting Harry.
Harry shrugged. "Fine," he said, turning his head away.
"Tell me, Potter," the man whispered as he released one of Harry's wrists. "You never told me."
"No." Harry tried to make his voice firm, but it came out weak, with an echo of hunger in it.
"Yes, Potter," the man brought his hand up and turned Harry's face towards him. Harry could feel the man's breath on his lips. "Tell me."
"No," he moaned.
Their faces were very close now. "Yes."
"No," Harry breathed, unable to use his voice. He brought his hand up to the man's neck, causing their lips to touch briefly.
"Tell me, please," the man said, his voice breaking down into a whisper against his will. "Harry," he whispered as he released his other wrist. He kissed Harry, before pulling back slightly.
Harry pulled him down again, with both hands. "Sev," he whispered into the man's mouth before covering it with his own. He kissed the man with such hunger that Severus couldn't hold his own back, and he returned it. For several moments, they were lost in their own world of desire and passion, until Harry broke free to catch his breath.
"You are by far the most interesting person I have ever met," Harry said softly.
"Really," Severus said, pulling Harry towards him again.
"Yes," Harry managed to say before his mind was submerged in the most tantalizingly glorious session of love making he would never forget.
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The next morning found Harry and Severus surprisingly well rested, though with a hint of the previous night's activities in their behavior. Nobody noticed anything different about them, or the brief glances across the room that seemed almost accidental. Instead, they were too busy with their studies to even ask Harry about his newly acquired powers.
Harry spent the day working on those powers, marveling over how quickly he mastered them, by just the mere thought even.
The door opened behind him and he whirled around. With a flick of his wrist, the intruder was flung against a nearby wall. It took Harry a moment to realize who it was.
"We'll have to add that to my latest list of injuries, won't we?" Severus sneered sarcastically. Harry cringed.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to come in."
Severus shook his head. "No need for apologies. I should be teaching. Instead, there's been some disturbing news."
Harry frowned. "What happened?"
"Apparently, there have been Death Eaters roaming around the grounds today," Severus said. "Dumbledore thinks they're waiting for the perfect moment to attack."
"So what's going to happen here inside the school?"
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's magnified voice sounded. "All students are to report to the lowest level of the school dungeons. All Heads and Prefects are in charge. All staff report to the staffroom immediately."
Severus looked at Harry. "You have to come with me."
"Why?" Harry was getting nervous and his mind was racing. "I'm a student!"
"You have what it takes to fight them!" Severus exclaimed impatiently, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him out into the hall.
"But I'm just an amateur!" Harry complained. Severus whipped around to face him.
"After what you just did to me in there? Do you realize how fast you've accomplished full control of the powers you have knowledge of having? You are most certainly NOT an amateur! You are no less skilled than I am in this field!"
Harry was taken aback by Severus' words. He hadn't been paying that much attention to his abilities, and now he realized how right Severus was.
"Alright, then," Harry said, and they continued walking.
Students were filing down the stairways, talking confusedly. Several were asking questions about what happened and the theories that some had come up with were quite amusing as they were completely ridiculous.
Severus and Harry had to climb up two floors to reach the empty silence of the hallways. When they reached the staffroom, they were met with Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers.
"They're here," he said to them. "It's time."
With that, the staff left the room and went down the stairs to head out to the grounds. Dumbledore pulled Harry and Severus aside.
"Harry, I'm sorry that I have to bring you into this," he said. "But you must understand that we need everything we can get, and most of all we need you."
"It's okay, Professor," Harry smiled briefly. "I can do this."
Dumbledore nodded and turned to Severus.
"You know what you have to do?"
Severus nodded, unsure of what to say.
"Then I wish you both the best of luck."
They stepped onto the threshold of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and took in the sight of over a hundred Death Eaters and their Lord gathered in front of them.
"Let the games begin," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else.
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Sorry so short. I promise I will do better on the next chapter, and perhaps cure this horrible spell of laziness that has come over me. Until then, I wish all a nice weekend.
texasjeanette: Um, yeah, I didn't expect it to turn out that way either. I keep reading it over again, trying to understand why it came out so different. As for Harry's dreams, those are the hardest for me to write, and I'm almost out of ideas, since he has them often. He will eventually tell Sev about the Dursleys, but not until later in the year. Albus doesn't really know about the abuse, other than that Harry is underfed and treated like crap, though I think he'll find out soon. And I'm still working on Sev and Harry's relationship.....I haven't done much with these guys yet, have I? Waiting for that special moment, I guess.
Iaurhirwen: I've always wanted a magical computer, it'd be so much more fun than the ones I use everyday, and I could use it whenever I want. I don't have the net here at home, and when I'm grounded, I can't use my puter either(.
Mistik Elf: You are absolutely insane!!! Thank you for bringing some humor into my otherwise quite boring day!
ParanoiaIn2005: Thank you very much! I'm glad you like it. I myself can't really see much difference between this and other stories, probably because I'm writing it. I do try to be original, although I have been greatly influenced by authors such as enahma...I loved her trilogy.....anyway, sorry about the grammar, and please let me know about the confusing spots so I can try to fix them.
Lady Darkness13: I was listening to Korn when I wrote that bleeding part...so it was very, um, interesting when I read it over. Maybe I've seen to many gross things here in the city, I dunno.
For everyone else who reviewed, I give thanks (though I can only see the ones from chapters 8 and 9, thanks to insufficient printing supplies at school (this district is POOR! And they keep spending money where it shouldn't be spent!). I'll try to get the rest as soon as I can. BTW, I did steal that Charmed thing from the actual series, but I've got a few other ideas mixed into that. Oh, and can anyone who watches Charmed tell me what it's called when demons, like Cole, get from one place to another? I think it's shimmering, but I'm not sure....
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It had been a fortnight since Harry discovered his new powers, and with Severus' help and instruction had found his other powers. In addition to blocking, freezing, sending people and things flying, and his shield, Severus was able to bring out Harry's (at the time) small abilities to levitate, read minds, heal, and perform hand magic. They practiced every night for long hours, until Harry was able to do each task properly. He was a fast learner, as if his body knew what to do and he just had to train his mind to make them work for him. When he wasn't in class or practicing with Severus, he was reading about the history of Charmed ones and the different qualities and magic they possessed.
He sat alone in Severus' office with a book called "The Charmed" in his lap after lunch, but he really wasn't reading it. The door opened and Severus walked in and sat down at his desk.
"What are you thinking about?" Severus asked.
Harry looked at his Potions professor, thinking about how to explain his thoughts. "I'm not sure," he finally said. "Several things, most of which I can't figure out yet..." he trailed off.
"Such as?"
"If being Charmed means passing power along to your offspring, how did I get it?"
Severus thought for a few moments. He knew one part of the answer, but was unsure of the rest. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk, his chin on his knuckles.
"Your father was one, a very strong one." He began slowly, still thinking. "I think your grandparents may have known beforehand that he was strong, because he knew how to use his powers by our first year. As for you mother, I can't think of how she got it. She must have gotten it from the same place she'd gotten any kind of magical power in the first place."
"Yeah, I don't think Aunt Petunia and their parents would've had any magic," Harry said. Severus shook his head as he looked at the clock. It read 12:47.
"Class starts soon, doesn't it?" Harry asked quietly, perusing his book.
"Yes, it does," Severus sighed. "We're doing a new potion, and I pray Weasley doesn't blow everything up again."
Harry laughed. "That was interesting, though I think that without Malfoy's help, it would have exploded anyway."
"Yeah, you go right ahead and laugh about it, you prat." Severus scowled at him as he stood up and swept out into the classroom. Harry rose and followed, setting his things on his desk, still laughing as the bell rang.
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Potions went fine, and soon it was time for supper. Harry didn't go with the rest of the class. Instead, he stayed in the classroom, reading his book. He was on the part where people are classified by their powers into strength groups. Beginners and those with limited ability to use their powers were classified as Amateurs, those with significant ability yet possessing only select powers were Gifted, and those who could equally perform the majority of existing powers were called Elite. Harry considered himself to be an Amateur, because he had only just begun to learn.
He became so engrossed in the book that he never heard the door open and close with an audible snap. He didn't notice anything until the lights were extinguished and he was unable to see anything.
He put the book aside and stood up silently, listening as hard as he could for any movement at all. He thought he heard a faint rustle of robes, but dismissed it as his imagination going wild. He didn't dare say anything, for fear of being found, and he moved silently to the front of the room and leaned against Severus' desk, looking around. Again, he thought he heard someone moving, but his heart was pounding so hard he wasn't sure.
"He-hello?" He asked softly, his voice shaking. There was no response but silence. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps very close to him. He turned to move away, and knocked over a pile of papers. Whoever it was that was in the room quickened their movements as Harry tried to reach the office. Once he got around the desk, however, he was pushed into it, a hand over his mouth.
"Make a sound, and I swear you won't live to see tomorrow," came the whispered hiss of Harry's attacker. "Understand?"
Harry nodded his head, and he was turned around to face his attacker, who was leaning up against him, holding his wrists so he couldn't get out. He managed to get himself under control, enough to realize the familiarity of the attacker. The area of his body that was against Harry seemed similar to someone he knew, but he didn't know just who. Suddenly the other man lowered his head so he could reach Harry's right ear.
"My, my, Potter," he breathed softly, and Harry's body tensed slightly. "We are vulnerable, aren't we?" When Harry didn't say anything, he continued. "And very sensitive as well," he said, his breath along Harry's neck, sending shivers through him.
"Tell me, Potter, how does it feel to be, shall we say, exposed?" He asked, his lips brushing Harry's skin. Harry's breath hitched slightly to the very familiar sounding speech, and he closed his eyes. "Hmm? Tell me, Potter."
Harry tried to raise his hands, but the other man's hands around his wrists tightened slightly. "No, no, Potter," he whispered into Harry's neck. "Tell me how it feels." Harry purposely tilted his head away from the other man, to see what he would do. "Trying to get away, are we? I can't let you do that, Potter."
"Why?" Harry asked softly, his voice hoarse.
"You haven't answered my question," the man replied. Harry turned his head towards the other man a bit, out of instinct. "Very good," the man said, breathing on Harry's already sensitive skin. "Tell me, what does it feel like when I do this?"
The man leaned into Harry's neck and began kissing from his collarbone to just below his ear. Harry could feel his pulse quicken as the man got closer to his ear. He ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Harry's ear, causing him to moan softly.
"Talk to me, Potter," the man said, voice low, his warm breath flowing under Harry's ear as he pressed himself against the other's body even more. Suddenly, Harry knew.
"Severus," he whispered.
The man paused. "How do you know?" He asked, still very near to Harry's ear.
"Your body," Harry said quietly.
"That means nothing. I could be posing as him," the man whispered. "Try again, Potter."
Harry turned his head to the right and tilted it back slightly. "Kiss me," he said.
"Why should I?" The man taunted, shifting his body a little, tempting Harry.
Harry shrugged. "Fine," he said, turning his head away.
"Tell me, Potter," the man whispered as he released one of Harry's wrists. "You never told me."
"No." Harry tried to make his voice firm, but it came out weak, with an echo of hunger in it.
"Yes, Potter," the man brought his hand up and turned Harry's face towards him. Harry could feel the man's breath on his lips. "Tell me."
"No," he moaned.
Their faces were very close now. "Yes."
"No," Harry breathed, unable to use his voice. He brought his hand up to the man's neck, causing their lips to touch briefly.
"Tell me, please," the man said, his voice breaking down into a whisper against his will. "Harry," he whispered as he released his other wrist. He kissed Harry, before pulling back slightly.
Harry pulled him down again, with both hands. "Sev," he whispered into the man's mouth before covering it with his own. He kissed the man with such hunger that Severus couldn't hold his own back, and he returned it. For several moments, they were lost in their own world of desire and passion, until Harry broke free to catch his breath.
"You are by far the most interesting person I have ever met," Harry said softly.
"Really," Severus said, pulling Harry towards him again.
"Yes," Harry managed to say before his mind was submerged in the most tantalizingly glorious session of love making he would never forget.
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The next morning found Harry and Severus surprisingly well rested, though with a hint of the previous night's activities in their behavior. Nobody noticed anything different about them, or the brief glances across the room that seemed almost accidental. Instead, they were too busy with their studies to even ask Harry about his newly acquired powers.
Harry spent the day working on those powers, marveling over how quickly he mastered them, by just the mere thought even.
The door opened behind him and he whirled around. With a flick of his wrist, the intruder was flung against a nearby wall. It took Harry a moment to realize who it was.
"We'll have to add that to my latest list of injuries, won't we?" Severus sneered sarcastically. Harry cringed.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to come in."
Severus shook his head. "No need for apologies. I should be teaching. Instead, there's been some disturbing news."
Harry frowned. "What happened?"
"Apparently, there have been Death Eaters roaming around the grounds today," Severus said. "Dumbledore thinks they're waiting for the perfect moment to attack."
"So what's going to happen here inside the school?"
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's magnified voice sounded. "All students are to report to the lowest level of the school dungeons. All Heads and Prefects are in charge. All staff report to the staffroom immediately."
Severus looked at Harry. "You have to come with me."
"Why?" Harry was getting nervous and his mind was racing. "I'm a student!"
"You have what it takes to fight them!" Severus exclaimed impatiently, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him out into the hall.
"But I'm just an amateur!" Harry complained. Severus whipped around to face him.
"After what you just did to me in there? Do you realize how fast you've accomplished full control of the powers you have knowledge of having? You are most certainly NOT an amateur! You are no less skilled than I am in this field!"
Harry was taken aback by Severus' words. He hadn't been paying that much attention to his abilities, and now he realized how right Severus was.
"Alright, then," Harry said, and they continued walking.
Students were filing down the stairways, talking confusedly. Several were asking questions about what happened and the theories that some had come up with were quite amusing as they were completely ridiculous.
Severus and Harry had to climb up two floors to reach the empty silence of the hallways. When they reached the staffroom, they were met with Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers.
"They're here," he said to them. "It's time."
With that, the staff left the room and went down the stairs to head out to the grounds. Dumbledore pulled Harry and Severus aside.
"Harry, I'm sorry that I have to bring you into this," he said. "But you must understand that we need everything we can get, and most of all we need you."
"It's okay, Professor," Harry smiled briefly. "I can do this."
Dumbledore nodded and turned to Severus.
"You know what you have to do?"
Severus nodded, unsure of what to say.
"Then I wish you both the best of luck."
They stepped onto the threshold of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and took in the sight of over a hundred Death Eaters and their Lord gathered in front of them.
"Let the games begin," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else.
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Sorry so short. I promise I will do better on the next chapter, and perhaps cure this horrible spell of laziness that has come over me. Until then, I wish all a nice weekend.