Title: Before Wind, there was Creation
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
All of my thanks goes to:::::
Desertrain--Yes, I also noticed that. =) Thanks for reading.
Shania Maxwell--I don't mind that. I'm just happy you're taking the time TO keep up with it =)
Microphone--Thank you ^_^
Death stopper-- THIS is how! Read on =)
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The wind curled around him in a state of despair. The night was silent, glistening with night stars. To a normal person, this would be peaceful. Serene and calming. To Harry Potter, it was a devastating confirmation to what had took place only a few minutes before.
His breath had stopped in anticipation as Chiron looked to the ground, frowning. That look- On Chiron's face. There was something deadened about it. Something, but-
Harry couldn't put his finger on it. Something about that look was non- comforting.
Chiron sighed with dejection. He knew what he was about to say would shake Harry up very much. But it was what he had to do. It was Harry's choice if he wanted to go through with it or not.
Chiron waved his arms, and a tall, green portal opened up. Harry's eyes lit up with excitement, but Chiron stopped him before he could even try to go through.
"Wait!" Spoke Chiron. "Don't go through, yet."
"But why not?! What do I have to do to ge-"
"You have to be dead!" Chiron yelled. A long silence passed before Harry's eyes finally bulged out of his head.
"I have to be *what*?!" He shrieked.
"Dead." Chiron repeated, confirming the grim fate.
Harry was shocked. How could he save Draco if he was dead? And if Draco had already went to the place Chiron wanted to take him, it meant that Draco must also be dead...
And Fred and George. Oh, how angry Molly would be if she ever found out.
Chiron suddenly interrupted his train of thought. "Harry, I- I know how surprising this must be for you. But I promise you, if everything goes as planned, you won't be dead for long. You just have to be a spirit in order to pass through the portal to the other world."
Harry sighed, his eyes fixed on the jade portal. It was very tall, reaching upward. The clouds that existed in the night sky consumed the top of the portal. It was beautiful and paranormal at the same time. It was amazing. That's the only way Harry could describe it.
"Chiron- what plan?" He asked, recoursing over Chiron's last statement.
"The- Oh, Harry, I can't tell you right now. I have to tell you when we get there. That's the only way you'll understand." Chiron frowned with dismay.
"Do it." Harry had decided. He had to go with what both his heart and mind were telling him to do. He had to save his friends. And he had to- no. No, he *would* save Draco. That was definite.
"What?" Chiron asked, unsure.
"Do it." Harry hissed. He wanted to get this over with. His throat was choked up with the knowledge of what was coming.
Chiron pulled out a bottle full of purple powder. "Don't panic, Harry. It shouldn't hurt. It will for a few seconds, but after that, you shouldn't be able to feel anything." He said. His eyes were glistening gold, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
Harry nodded. His eyes started to fill with tears at the image of Strong Chiron about to cry. He knew by now that if Chiron was weak about this, then he should be, also. It meant that there was more to it than what Chiron was revealing.
Suddenly, Chiron uncorked the bottle and flailed the powder all over Harry. Harry breathed in the putrid smell, and his senses clouded. He couldn't breath. That's all he could think at first. He tried to breath, struggled to keep on living. Even if he was willing to die, his instincts didn't want to give up.
'Have to breath!' His mind screamed. Everything was going dark. 'What's going on?' He kept thinking to himself. Nothing like this had ever happened. What was happening?
Flashes were going through his head. His memories, and his thoughts throughout his lifetime. Most of all, Hermione and Ron. The last flash he saw before he passed out was his father and mother standing side by side. James and Lily.
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"Harry..." Silence.
"Harry, come on. Wake up." Again, silence.
Suddenly, he felt a pull at his navel, and Harry sat up like nothing had happened. He felt light- like something had lifted all of the gravity from his body. He felt like he could do *anything*. He felt- invincible.
"Harry, how do you feel?"
Harry looked up to the voice, and saw Chiron's floating centaurian spirit near his. "I feel...I feel." He stopped, and wondered. How *did* he feel? Free? Light? Like something had been lifted off his chest? Harry sighed.
"I feel. I'dunno. Like something was tooken away from me, but it was something I didn't need." He finished, his brows knitting in slight confusion.
Chiron laughed hardily. "That's how *I* felt." He chuckled.
Suddenly, something registered in Harry's mind. He looked down behind him and gasped at what he saw. It was definitely him. The scar on his forehead, the scraggly, dark brown hair, the tanned skin and set jaw. It was him, all right.
His body was stiff as his spirit sat up. It was weird, looking at himself all- still there, like that. All...All *dead*.
Harry felt a chill go up his back, as he looked back to Chiron. "What's going to happen?" He asked, feeling slightly weird at using his spirit voice.
"I don't really know. There's something about Asclepios that's- unusual. Different. As I said before, he was *such* a sweet boy. What happened to him to make him so...so..."
"Merciless?" Harry asked.
"Yes, merciless. It's unbelievable, and even Apollo agrees with me," Chiron sighed, and signaled toward the portal. "Well- shall we?"
Harry sighed. That was his only response. It was now, or never.
Chiron reached for Harry's hand, and he allowed him to take it. Harry felt at peace. For once in his life- er. Death. He felt at peace. For as long as he'd existed, he was actually not afraid of what happened to him. The feeling was immeasurable, and made Harry feel like he could do anything he wanted. He could wipe all of the crime and death from the world.
But he knew deep in his subconscience that he wouldn't really be able to do that. After all, there were a lot of other 'spirits' in the world. They probably had felt like he had at this point, but got used to it and adjusted to it.
Chiron snapped him back to attention. "Ready?" He asked, grinning.
Harry sighed and smiled. This was it. He was going to get them all back.
Harry suddenly had a flash of Draco's blonde hair and pale skin, him pinned under Harry while he started kissing and licking him-
No. No, no, no. He couldn't think like that! It wasn't natural, it- it wasn't right! What the hell had he been thinking?!
Harry sighed once again, trying to force the thought of Draco's disheveled body out of his mind through his breath.
"I'm ready." He finally spoke.
Chiron jumped, and Harry jumped with him. As he passed, he felt a pull and everything was swirling and twisting. Everything he had ever thought was a jumble in his mind. His head was ready to explode.
Everything was green and red and purple and silver and black and yellow- what was happening?
Who was his father? His mother? Who's that young, tall red headed male in his thoughts? And what about that brunette girl he's with? Who *are* all these people?!
'What's going on?' Harry thought once again. Everything was so confusing. Where was everyone?
Suddenly, everything stopped. His thoughts came to a complete halt. His mind was empty. He felt a pull on his left hand, and looked at the centaur.
"Who- who are you?" Harry stuttered. Everything was so confusing.
There, again. The blonde hair. Who was he? Why was Harry kissing him?!
"What am I thinking?" He asked out loud, slightly confusing Chiron.
"Boy, I'm Chiron." He shook Harry's shoulders as his green eyes darted to Chiron's golden ones.
Suddenly, everything made sense again. The centaur. He was his friend. Chiron.
And the red and brunette haired people- they were Ron and Hermione. And his mother and father. They were- they were Lily and James!
But who- who was that blonde haired person? Who was he? There were still some things that were confusing. Was that blonde person Sirius? Was it Sirius? No! No, that isn't Sirius! Sirius had black hair and he was his godfather!
What was he thinking? Everything was still a slight jumble, and Chiron wasn't helping. He was still shaking his shoulders frantically, trying to clear the insanity from his head.
"Chiron?" Harry asked in confusion. "Chiron, is that you?"
"Yes, it's me! Harry, what's wrong with you?!"
"I- I don't know! I don't know, Chiron! Everything's so confusing! I don't know who anyone is!" Harry screamed, tears starting to cascade down his cheeks.
Chiron reminded himself to calm himself so as not to scare Harry anymore than he already was.
"Harry, can you remember who it is we're trying to save?" Chiron asked quietly, trying to comfort Harry.
"I know- I think. Ron's brothers. What's their names?! Oh god, um..." He stuttered, his eyes lost in thought. "Something beginning with an 'F'. Um. 'G'. Or maybe. I'm so confused!" Harry screamed again grabbing his head in his hands.
"Fred and George, Harry. Fred and George. Remember that. Do you remember the other person, Harry?"
Harry scanned his brain. What other person? "I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said, honestly looking into Chiron's eyes.
A pang of fear ran through Chiron's body. This wasn't supposed to happen. Spirits weren't supposed to lose their memories when they went through the portal. It should be safe for every spirit that went through.
"Harry, please- try to remember. Think hard, Harry." Chiron asked desperately.
Another flash. Blonde hair, pale skin, soft lips, rocks, waterfall...why a waterfall? 'Avada Kadavra.' Why did he keep thinking that? What?
"Chiron, I- Everything...I'm so confused!" Harry screamed. Suddenly, a rush of humid air surrounded his body. What was that? And why was it so familiar?
From the side of a pillar, a spirit watched. Waiting.
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Chapter Notes:::: I'm sooooo sorry! I've been kind of busy for that past few...um...weeks. Ok, ok. To tell the truth, I didn't have writer's block, I just didn't feel like typing. I was being lazy, anotherwards. Forgive me? *Bats eyelashes* I'll try to get the next chapter up whenever I can. Yep, it isn't over yet. Poor Draky's still gone. *sniffs*
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
All of my thanks goes to:::::
Desertrain--Yes, I also noticed that. =) Thanks for reading.
Shania Maxwell--I don't mind that. I'm just happy you're taking the time TO keep up with it =)
Microphone--Thank you ^_^
Death stopper-- THIS is how! Read on =)
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The wind curled around him in a state of despair. The night was silent, glistening with night stars. To a normal person, this would be peaceful. Serene and calming. To Harry Potter, it was a devastating confirmation to what had took place only a few minutes before.
His breath had stopped in anticipation as Chiron looked to the ground, frowning. That look- On Chiron's face. There was something deadened about it. Something, but-
Harry couldn't put his finger on it. Something about that look was non- comforting.
Chiron sighed with dejection. He knew what he was about to say would shake Harry up very much. But it was what he had to do. It was Harry's choice if he wanted to go through with it or not.
Chiron waved his arms, and a tall, green portal opened up. Harry's eyes lit up with excitement, but Chiron stopped him before he could even try to go through.
"Wait!" Spoke Chiron. "Don't go through, yet."
"But why not?! What do I have to do to ge-"
"You have to be dead!" Chiron yelled. A long silence passed before Harry's eyes finally bulged out of his head.
"I have to be *what*?!" He shrieked.
"Dead." Chiron repeated, confirming the grim fate.
Harry was shocked. How could he save Draco if he was dead? And if Draco had already went to the place Chiron wanted to take him, it meant that Draco must also be dead...
And Fred and George. Oh, how angry Molly would be if she ever found out.
Chiron suddenly interrupted his train of thought. "Harry, I- I know how surprising this must be for you. But I promise you, if everything goes as planned, you won't be dead for long. You just have to be a spirit in order to pass through the portal to the other world."
Harry sighed, his eyes fixed on the jade portal. It was very tall, reaching upward. The clouds that existed in the night sky consumed the top of the portal. It was beautiful and paranormal at the same time. It was amazing. That's the only way Harry could describe it.
"Chiron- what plan?" He asked, recoursing over Chiron's last statement.
"The- Oh, Harry, I can't tell you right now. I have to tell you when we get there. That's the only way you'll understand." Chiron frowned with dismay.
"Do it." Harry had decided. He had to go with what both his heart and mind were telling him to do. He had to save his friends. And he had to- no. No, he *would* save Draco. That was definite.
"What?" Chiron asked, unsure.
"Do it." Harry hissed. He wanted to get this over with. His throat was choked up with the knowledge of what was coming.
Chiron pulled out a bottle full of purple powder. "Don't panic, Harry. It shouldn't hurt. It will for a few seconds, but after that, you shouldn't be able to feel anything." He said. His eyes were glistening gold, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
Harry nodded. His eyes started to fill with tears at the image of Strong Chiron about to cry. He knew by now that if Chiron was weak about this, then he should be, also. It meant that there was more to it than what Chiron was revealing.
Suddenly, Chiron uncorked the bottle and flailed the powder all over Harry. Harry breathed in the putrid smell, and his senses clouded. He couldn't breath. That's all he could think at first. He tried to breath, struggled to keep on living. Even if he was willing to die, his instincts didn't want to give up.
'Have to breath!' His mind screamed. Everything was going dark. 'What's going on?' He kept thinking to himself. Nothing like this had ever happened. What was happening?
Flashes were going through his head. His memories, and his thoughts throughout his lifetime. Most of all, Hermione and Ron. The last flash he saw before he passed out was his father and mother standing side by side. James and Lily.
~*~
"Harry..." Silence.
"Harry, come on. Wake up." Again, silence.
Suddenly, he felt a pull at his navel, and Harry sat up like nothing had happened. He felt light- like something had lifted all of the gravity from his body. He felt like he could do *anything*. He felt- invincible.
"Harry, how do you feel?"
Harry looked up to the voice, and saw Chiron's floating centaurian spirit near his. "I feel...I feel." He stopped, and wondered. How *did* he feel? Free? Light? Like something had been lifted off his chest? Harry sighed.
"I feel. I'dunno. Like something was tooken away from me, but it was something I didn't need." He finished, his brows knitting in slight confusion.
Chiron laughed hardily. "That's how *I* felt." He chuckled.
Suddenly, something registered in Harry's mind. He looked down behind him and gasped at what he saw. It was definitely him. The scar on his forehead, the scraggly, dark brown hair, the tanned skin and set jaw. It was him, all right.
His body was stiff as his spirit sat up. It was weird, looking at himself all- still there, like that. All...All *dead*.
Harry felt a chill go up his back, as he looked back to Chiron. "What's going to happen?" He asked, feeling slightly weird at using his spirit voice.
"I don't really know. There's something about Asclepios that's- unusual. Different. As I said before, he was *such* a sweet boy. What happened to him to make him so...so..."
"Merciless?" Harry asked.
"Yes, merciless. It's unbelievable, and even Apollo agrees with me," Chiron sighed, and signaled toward the portal. "Well- shall we?"
Harry sighed. That was his only response. It was now, or never.
Chiron reached for Harry's hand, and he allowed him to take it. Harry felt at peace. For once in his life- er. Death. He felt at peace. For as long as he'd existed, he was actually not afraid of what happened to him. The feeling was immeasurable, and made Harry feel like he could do anything he wanted. He could wipe all of the crime and death from the world.
But he knew deep in his subconscience that he wouldn't really be able to do that. After all, there were a lot of other 'spirits' in the world. They probably had felt like he had at this point, but got used to it and adjusted to it.
Chiron snapped him back to attention. "Ready?" He asked, grinning.
Harry sighed and smiled. This was it. He was going to get them all back.
Harry suddenly had a flash of Draco's blonde hair and pale skin, him pinned under Harry while he started kissing and licking him-
No. No, no, no. He couldn't think like that! It wasn't natural, it- it wasn't right! What the hell had he been thinking?!
Harry sighed once again, trying to force the thought of Draco's disheveled body out of his mind through his breath.
"I'm ready." He finally spoke.
Chiron jumped, and Harry jumped with him. As he passed, he felt a pull and everything was swirling and twisting. Everything he had ever thought was a jumble in his mind. His head was ready to explode.
Everything was green and red and purple and silver and black and yellow- what was happening?
Who was his father? His mother? Who's that young, tall red headed male in his thoughts? And what about that brunette girl he's with? Who *are* all these people?!
'What's going on?' Harry thought once again. Everything was so confusing. Where was everyone?
Suddenly, everything stopped. His thoughts came to a complete halt. His mind was empty. He felt a pull on his left hand, and looked at the centaur.
"Who- who are you?" Harry stuttered. Everything was so confusing.
There, again. The blonde hair. Who was he? Why was Harry kissing him?!
"What am I thinking?" He asked out loud, slightly confusing Chiron.
"Boy, I'm Chiron." He shook Harry's shoulders as his green eyes darted to Chiron's golden ones.
Suddenly, everything made sense again. The centaur. He was his friend. Chiron.
And the red and brunette haired people- they were Ron and Hermione. And his mother and father. They were- they were Lily and James!
But who- who was that blonde haired person? Who was he? There were still some things that were confusing. Was that blonde person Sirius? Was it Sirius? No! No, that isn't Sirius! Sirius had black hair and he was his godfather!
What was he thinking? Everything was still a slight jumble, and Chiron wasn't helping. He was still shaking his shoulders frantically, trying to clear the insanity from his head.
"Chiron?" Harry asked in confusion. "Chiron, is that you?"
"Yes, it's me! Harry, what's wrong with you?!"
"I- I don't know! I don't know, Chiron! Everything's so confusing! I don't know who anyone is!" Harry screamed, tears starting to cascade down his cheeks.
Chiron reminded himself to calm himself so as not to scare Harry anymore than he already was.
"Harry, can you remember who it is we're trying to save?" Chiron asked quietly, trying to comfort Harry.
"I know- I think. Ron's brothers. What's their names?! Oh god, um..." He stuttered, his eyes lost in thought. "Something beginning with an 'F'. Um. 'G'. Or maybe. I'm so confused!" Harry screamed again grabbing his head in his hands.
"Fred and George, Harry. Fred and George. Remember that. Do you remember the other person, Harry?"
Harry scanned his brain. What other person? "I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said, honestly looking into Chiron's eyes.
A pang of fear ran through Chiron's body. This wasn't supposed to happen. Spirits weren't supposed to lose their memories when they went through the portal. It should be safe for every spirit that went through.
"Harry, please- try to remember. Think hard, Harry." Chiron asked desperately.
Another flash. Blonde hair, pale skin, soft lips, rocks, waterfall...why a waterfall? 'Avada Kadavra.' Why did he keep thinking that? What?
"Chiron, I- Everything...I'm so confused!" Harry screamed. Suddenly, a rush of humid air surrounded his body. What was that? And why was it so familiar?
From the side of a pillar, a spirit watched. Waiting.
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Chapter Notes:::: I'm sooooo sorry! I've been kind of busy for that past few...um...weeks. Ok, ok. To tell the truth, I didn't have writer's block, I just didn't feel like typing. I was being lazy, anotherwards. Forgive me? *Bats eyelashes* I'll try to get the next chapter up whenever I can. Yep, it isn't over yet. Poor Draky's still gone. *sniffs*