Rating Rationale: R for language and references to situations of a rather
physical nature, and because, most likely, it will go up in later chapters
(here's your first warning Mandé, I fear I feel a "flesh fest" via floofoo
- I don't think she'd want her real name posted on the internet, but you
know her - coming up in the very near future)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, which is a pity because then I'd be rich, and I could buy whatever I wanted (how much do you suppose an hour with Oliver Wood/Sean Biggerstaff would cost? I wonder :)), but I do own Aura, the idea of Hermione casting a spell to make a lima bean dance to a singing pineapple, and a fixation with Bohemian monkeys.
Warning: This story revolves around a SLASH RELATIONSHIP. As in Harry and Draco, together. If you do not like this kind of story, please do not read this! Flamers can burn if they complain about something that is not justifiable. For example, any flamer who expresses their disgust over the slash in my story should be, to quote my friend Laura, "shot in the foot." There are warnings for a reason, y'know. Also, this is technically a sequel, but you certainly did not have to read my other story ("Aura of the Stars") first. But really, this is a not-sequel, so if you did read my other one, please bear with me because the situation is no longer what it used to be. If you are looking for something cute and fluffy, go elsewhere (like maybe to "Aura of the Stars" - I know, I know, shameless plug), because I believe that this is not going to end on a very happy note. Not really.
A/N: Well Emily, you asked for it.
1 The Ultimate
Yesterday, I found everything. Today, I lost it all.
I curse the day the twisted fates decided that not one wizard, but two were needed to destroy Voldemort. Such destruction is something I know, I know, if only I knew . I'll bet he knew. I'll bet that loathsome, vile creature that I love with all my heart KNEW the destruction that lied ahead. And he went ahead anyway. Ahead to drive my life from light, from hope. I'll never hope again. He was hope. Now he's gone. He made the ultimate sacrifice for me, but in vain. The ultimate sacrifice for love has now become my only hate. I hate this life I have to live, because he is no longer in it. The life he purchased will now end in death. I will not live without him. End of story. The beginning . ?
"Well," began Aura. "I suppose it's only fair that I offer some knowledge of myself, seeing as my mission has been accomplished." The wizards smiled again, offering more proof to Aura that she had finished what she so desperately needed to.
"I don't expect you to understand who I really am, so it's best to say that I am an emissary from the stars. While I am young, I was selected to complete this mission by the Constellation Federation. We are an organization that seeks to prevent tragedies of the future by altering the present. We are also fascinated with Bohemian monkeys, but that is beside the point.
"Anyway, the great Seers of our society have prophesied the end of the earth and all of its inhabitants due to the new uprising of Lord Voldemort," Draco flinched at the name, but Harry looked fascinated.
"We knew that there must be a way to prevent the destruction of the earth, so we searched until we found the answer. It came in the form of the power of not one wizard, but two," continued Aura.
"Draco and myself," said Harry.
"Right. The Federation knew that the powers of just one of you would never be enough, but combined you have the chance of defeating the Dark Lord. Enemies from the start, our leaders knew your true feelings would never come about in time, so they sent me to ensure that it happened. So now, I leave the fate of the world to the two of you."
"Wow," breathed Draco.
"I second that," said Harry. "Not that I knew that a final confrontation wouldn't take place, but I never imagined it would be with someone so darn attractive at my side". Draco could not help but smile at this, and Aura smiled with him.
"I know the two of you will be able to defeat Voldemort," she said.
"Because of you," added Harry.
"I hope not!" she said. "The less I interfere, the stronger you two are. But maybe I did help a little." she grinned.
"So what happens now?" asked Draco.
"Well, I think I know what will happen between the two of you," she laughed. "As for me, I'll go back to the Federation. I'll miss this place," she added wistfully.
"We'll miss you too," said Harry.
"You never even got to kick my ass, like you said you wanted to back in the beginning of the school year," said Draco somberly, and they all laughed again.
"Well, at least I got to see Hermione make a lima bean dance to a singing pineapple." And with a last chuckle, Draco and Harry said their goodbyes to Aura Venezia, emissary of the stars.
She then vanished, and as Hermione would say, it looked exactly as if she had Disapparated, that is, if you ignored the fact that you couldn't do such a things at Hogwarts.
"So how are we going to defeat You-Know-Who?" asked Draco.
"Voldemort, Draco. We'll never get anywhere with you cowering in fear at saying his name," chuckled Harry.
"I'll work on it," he laughed too. "But seriously, I haven't got the faintest idea how to beat a dark lord."
"Well, Aura said that the power to defeat him actually came from two wizards. Maybe it's something inside of us, some hidden power, that will only be brought forth once we're together," said Harry thoughtfully.
"Now when you say together," began Draco with a decidedly un-chaste- and- virtuous grin, "do you mean together as in fighting together against You-Know-Who, or together as in forming a proper chord whilst screaming each other's names?"
Harry's blush was visible even in the faint light of the empty classroom. "It's Voldemort, Draco," was all he could whisper.
"Avoiding my question, Harry?"
"Your mind is in the gutter."
"I'm a seventeen year old male, Harry. Where in the hell else would it be?" Draco smiled again, and this time, so did Harry.
"Well, I suppose as long as you brought the subject up," he said, running his hand suggestively up along Draco's arm, "are we shooting for an alto or a soprano part?"
Draco only smiled as he got up to lock the door.
I'm finally free of that piece of shit. Thank gods he's a fucking half-wit. He actually believed I was in love with him! Me! Christ. Fucking wanker. I'd kill him myself if I could. Yeah, I'd love to watch the expressions on his face while I choke the life out of him. Shock would come first, sure, but would it be shock at seeing me alive, or shock at me strangling him? But no, I'll keep my hands clean. I'll let the guilt allow him to do it to himself. The guilt of losing his poor, innocent lover, who sacrificed everything to give him a chance to live. I hope I gave him the chance to die. No, wait, not a chance. I hope I've given him a guarantee.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, which is a pity because then I'd be rich, and I could buy whatever I wanted (how much do you suppose an hour with Oliver Wood/Sean Biggerstaff would cost? I wonder :)), but I do own Aura, the idea of Hermione casting a spell to make a lima bean dance to a singing pineapple, and a fixation with Bohemian monkeys.
Warning: This story revolves around a SLASH RELATIONSHIP. As in Harry and Draco, together. If you do not like this kind of story, please do not read this! Flamers can burn if they complain about something that is not justifiable. For example, any flamer who expresses their disgust over the slash in my story should be, to quote my friend Laura, "shot in the foot." There are warnings for a reason, y'know. Also, this is technically a sequel, but you certainly did not have to read my other story ("Aura of the Stars") first. But really, this is a not-sequel, so if you did read my other one, please bear with me because the situation is no longer what it used to be. If you are looking for something cute and fluffy, go elsewhere (like maybe to "Aura of the Stars" - I know, I know, shameless plug), because I believe that this is not going to end on a very happy note. Not really.
A/N: Well Emily, you asked for it.
1 The Ultimate
Yesterday, I found everything. Today, I lost it all.
I curse the day the twisted fates decided that not one wizard, but two were needed to destroy Voldemort. Such destruction is something I know, I know, if only I knew . I'll bet he knew. I'll bet that loathsome, vile creature that I love with all my heart KNEW the destruction that lied ahead. And he went ahead anyway. Ahead to drive my life from light, from hope. I'll never hope again. He was hope. Now he's gone. He made the ultimate sacrifice for me, but in vain. The ultimate sacrifice for love has now become my only hate. I hate this life I have to live, because he is no longer in it. The life he purchased will now end in death. I will not live without him. End of story. The beginning . ?
"Well," began Aura. "I suppose it's only fair that I offer some knowledge of myself, seeing as my mission has been accomplished." The wizards smiled again, offering more proof to Aura that she had finished what she so desperately needed to.
"I don't expect you to understand who I really am, so it's best to say that I am an emissary from the stars. While I am young, I was selected to complete this mission by the Constellation Federation. We are an organization that seeks to prevent tragedies of the future by altering the present. We are also fascinated with Bohemian monkeys, but that is beside the point.
"Anyway, the great Seers of our society have prophesied the end of the earth and all of its inhabitants due to the new uprising of Lord Voldemort," Draco flinched at the name, but Harry looked fascinated.
"We knew that there must be a way to prevent the destruction of the earth, so we searched until we found the answer. It came in the form of the power of not one wizard, but two," continued Aura.
"Draco and myself," said Harry.
"Right. The Federation knew that the powers of just one of you would never be enough, but combined you have the chance of defeating the Dark Lord. Enemies from the start, our leaders knew your true feelings would never come about in time, so they sent me to ensure that it happened. So now, I leave the fate of the world to the two of you."
"Wow," breathed Draco.
"I second that," said Harry. "Not that I knew that a final confrontation wouldn't take place, but I never imagined it would be with someone so darn attractive at my side". Draco could not help but smile at this, and Aura smiled with him.
"I know the two of you will be able to defeat Voldemort," she said.
"Because of you," added Harry.
"I hope not!" she said. "The less I interfere, the stronger you two are. But maybe I did help a little." she grinned.
"So what happens now?" asked Draco.
"Well, I think I know what will happen between the two of you," she laughed. "As for me, I'll go back to the Federation. I'll miss this place," she added wistfully.
"We'll miss you too," said Harry.
"You never even got to kick my ass, like you said you wanted to back in the beginning of the school year," said Draco somberly, and they all laughed again.
"Well, at least I got to see Hermione make a lima bean dance to a singing pineapple." And with a last chuckle, Draco and Harry said their goodbyes to Aura Venezia, emissary of the stars.
She then vanished, and as Hermione would say, it looked exactly as if she had Disapparated, that is, if you ignored the fact that you couldn't do such a things at Hogwarts.
"So how are we going to defeat You-Know-Who?" asked Draco.
"Voldemort, Draco. We'll never get anywhere with you cowering in fear at saying his name," chuckled Harry.
"I'll work on it," he laughed too. "But seriously, I haven't got the faintest idea how to beat a dark lord."
"Well, Aura said that the power to defeat him actually came from two wizards. Maybe it's something inside of us, some hidden power, that will only be brought forth once we're together," said Harry thoughtfully.
"Now when you say together," began Draco with a decidedly un-chaste- and- virtuous grin, "do you mean together as in fighting together against You-Know-Who, or together as in forming a proper chord whilst screaming each other's names?"
Harry's blush was visible even in the faint light of the empty classroom. "It's Voldemort, Draco," was all he could whisper.
"Avoiding my question, Harry?"
"Your mind is in the gutter."
"I'm a seventeen year old male, Harry. Where in the hell else would it be?" Draco smiled again, and this time, so did Harry.
"Well, I suppose as long as you brought the subject up," he said, running his hand suggestively up along Draco's arm, "are we shooting for an alto or a soprano part?"
Draco only smiled as he got up to lock the door.
I'm finally free of that piece of shit. Thank gods he's a fucking half-wit. He actually believed I was in love with him! Me! Christ. Fucking wanker. I'd kill him myself if I could. Yeah, I'd love to watch the expressions on his face while I choke the life out of him. Shock would come first, sure, but would it be shock at seeing me alive, or shock at me strangling him? But no, I'll keep my hands clean. I'll let the guilt allow him to do it to himself. The guilt of losing his poor, innocent lover, who sacrificed everything to give him a chance to live. I hope I gave him the chance to die. No, wait, not a chance. I hope I've given him a guarantee.
