Chpt. 11
Agaememnon:
What tidings do you bring?
Jean Racine
"How did you figure this out again?" Seamus looking more confused than he did in the intial beginning. Harry sighs and goes off to explain once again.
"Neville felt it. He loaned me his magic to destroy it."
"You can't loan magic." Parvati says irritably. It strongly resembles Hermione.
"Listen, I have a connnection with Voldemort that obviously made it so that I can touch what he makes." He had Hermione and Ron once convinced it was his wand. However, he thinks Hermione's figured it out about what he is.
Parvati opens her mouth when the wards go off.
Ginny's standing there with Susan. Both have huge smiles on their faces, looking as though they're
going to explode with whatever it is they want to say.
"It was in Roses' and Rubies'' Ginny's red hair glints in the light, a shade lighter and not at all as curly as Percy's.
"Give it to Harry!" Seamus snaps. One part he's sure of.
Harry notices both Susan and Ginny have dragon hide gloves.
"I thought we should take precautions." Hermione murmurs to his right.
Harry picks up the locket.
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It feels like the silver around it shouldn't be there. As if there's wrapping around the actual locket. The other thing is the colour. The colour of all the others had been dark, dulled or lost all the proper colour.
With this though all of the falseness overrides it.
Harry begins to feel it. It feels angry, offended at being put-upon like this because, why should it be? It is beginnnig to make Harry angry too.
This is something that should be admired and held with great esteem, not hidden away like this behind some false immitation!
This silver around it breaks, the ruby falls out. The 'S' turns grey black, the chain charcoal.
Harry can nearly feel it when the glamour breaks, and the relief that comes over him is larger than he could ever imagine.
When the sudden change in atmosphere comes, Harry is close to not even aware of it.
Normal.
It feels normal to him. It's hard for him to think of destroying it. After all taking themagical core of this wouldike destroying a part of himself.
Harry's naturally a self-preservationalist. No matter what he'll not let himself be beat. The reason he's so far in in this game.
There.
It's like looking into one of those prisms his old muggle teacher had one shown him. The rainbow lines, where each colour had a function. But where those colours went somewhere, these colours are being sucked to ruffle at Harry, recognizing but not liking, the too many colours Harry's brought with him.
Harry starts to push more colours in. Letting in the colours is not as hard as letting this black suffer. It hurts badly, but in a different way. In his being rather than physical. If years battling Voldemort hadn't made it easy for Harry to stand pain...
He finally does it. He can feel the colours dimmer and spread out.
With the image of a prism gone in his head Harry looks at his hand and sees the cracked locket.
He wipes at the sweat on his forehead. With a bloodstained thumb he throws the locket on 'Hermione's' desk.
Apparating home.
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Percy's clenching his teeth, the veins on his thrown back neck stick out.
Harry can't help moaning more at the sight, rotating his hips and allowing the sensation of fullness becomes erotic. When he allows himself the absolute pleasure of Percy's cock in that spot, he cries out and tightens.
Fingers are gripping his hips, and his own cock is rock hard. Sweat falls down his face and his glasses are threating to come off his face.
Harry leans back, letting Percy's hands control his hips, while he starts touching himself. Listening to the noises come from them, feeling the sun on his body...
Percy grabs at his knee, flipping over, Harry gasps when Percy's first thrust goes deeper. His leg high in the air, glasses gone. All he can hear is the grunts and groans not to mention the wet noises from between their bodies.
"Touch yourself."
Harry does. Wrapping his whole hand around it and meeting Percy thrust for thrust.
When he comes, he screams loudly enough that his throat hurts.
Bent in half and feeling the dirt and grass underneath him, Harry tries to regain his breath. He deliberatly tighten's to feel Percy come inside.
Its one of his favourite parts.
Percy always continues on after he comes. Until he can't. He lets down Harry's legs and slips out. Harry wraps his arms around Percy and kisses the pasty mouth.
He was too tired the last couple days to come home, sleeping at Grimmauld Place, so he ambushed Percy in the middle of the garden this morning.
"Hey!" Harry's struck by the idea.
"Hm."
"Why are you gardening?" As far as he knows Percy doesn't care about plants.
"Might as well. I can't read every book twice."
Harry grunts.
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"Harry, it's crazy to go seek out a giant snake alone." Seamus sounds upset. Most probably about not be included.
"I can talk to snakes." It would be easier for him to call danger. He really doesn't care about anyone's objections, he's going alone.
"Seamus is right, what if you get hurt?" Hermione's even lost reason.
Harry just stalks out of the room.
Neville is waiting for him, Harry gets ready to bark 'No'.
"Be safe, Harry."
A/N: This chapter is fairly short, mostly because in the last two chapters it is where the story reaches the climax.
Thank you to all the people who've shown interest in this.
Oh and the other thing to note is that I've begun prompt tables on Livejournal both 100 prompts, one pairing is incidently Harry/Percy, the other is Scorpius/Harry. I'll put the links on my profile soon considering the fact that until their finished I won't be able to post anywhere but there.