Jealousy of the Heart
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or affiliate. I REALLY wish I did though. The Castle and the many traps in it are NOT mine either. damn it. Thank God I DO own the plot. Though, did you know that writing this is VERY depressing, J. K. Rowling is getting paid probably MILLIONS to write with these wonderful characters, and I am sitting here writing only to hope for at least ONE good review from some nice person out there?
Okay, in my opinion, I shouldn't have to warn you about this being SLASH (because I already did), possible ANGST, GORE, definite VIOLENCE, I mean, Harry Potter, Voldemort (the ugliest bad guy ever. BTW-have you noticed that a lot of the Final Fantasy bad guys are as good looking as the good guys.except in ten, now, sin is UGLY, but it's not a 'guy' n-e more.) And Draco Malfoy, just to name a few violent people, oh, who could forget Weasel (LOL)!! Once again this is SLASH, so if you can't respect that I want to put to hot boys in each other's arms. your crazy. Two heads are better than one. Oh, and I have two contests below. First one you tell me the artist, and song title, the second one is the challenge, just like any other. THANKS^_^
::sings::
---Like you're always stuck in second year. I'll be there for you if your there for you too.
---Give a little bit, of your love to me. Give a little bit.
---Never mad it as a wise man, Couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.
--- In the arms of an Angel, in your silent reverie. On a star called Othello
--- Every moment I spend with you I treasure. I'd still miss you baby, and I don't wanna miss a thing.I don't wanna close my eyes don't wanna fall asleep
Chapter Three; Running from the Truth
A dark silhouette of a slender figure, not even as tall as Harry was with shoulder length hair pulled into a low ponytail.
"Potter. Black. Professor Lupin. Here I am." He spoke in short sentences, and sounded cold and resentful.
As the figure came closer, Harry noticed gray eyes that were cold as stone, appearing actually quite colorful against the pale white of his skin. Harry gasped as the figure came into focus in the dull flickering candlelight.
It was Draco Malfoy. *He* was going to teach Harry the dark arts? That just added to Harry's suspicion, on top of questions like, why would they trust him to learn them, they may drive him to the dark side with Voldemort. Wasn't there *any* good magic to use? Any white magic? Like his mother's blessing? Or the wand's connections?
"What's the matter, Potter" Draco for once didn't seem spiteful, just for lack of better words tolerable. Harry was further disturbed by this.
"Nothing. So, you're my 'teacher'?" Harry scoffed, He knew that Malfoy's father had been an inner circle death eater, so he probably DID know a lot of dark spells. He may even be able to use the Avda Kedavra, Cruticus, and Imperius curses. Involuntarily Harry shuddered. THAT scared him.
"Don't worry Potter, I wouldn't have been able to use *those* curses on you, I'm not strong enough, especially to harm *you*, more than maybe a broken arm, anyway, only one person...er thing is. and he will try until he dies, though." Draco almost seemed to read Harry's mind.
"Yeah, okay. Then how will you teach me?"
"Same way my dad tried to teach me."
"Okay.?"
"Well, mister Malfoy, where shall we start?" Lupin interrupted the two boys quickly, so that they'd stay on task.
Draco looked towards Harry, whom was looking nervous; obviously worried that HE wouldn't be strong enough. Draco knew, just from what he'd seen, that he'd have no problem, because he could control his anger, and was more than powerful enough. A grin spread across his face. He'd have to start hard.
"How bout Avda Kedavra? It's perfect to start with."
Harry's jaw dropped about a foot into the floor. "WHAT? That's like the most powerful of them all."
"Is that so? Okay, first, you need to have anger, I'd recommend thinking thoughts of the person you most hate. Oh, and, it'll be the hardest to control, when you get that mad, so, be careful."
Harry sat deep in thought. Who do I MOST hate, how easy is that? He killed my parents, ruined so much, and has terrorized me and my friends for so long. Voldemort. Harry's gaze slid from his spot on the cold hard floor, up to look Draco in the eyes. He saw nothing but honesty for once in his life. The blue-gray eyes he was looking into seemed peaceful.
"That hard?" Only if Harry knew the downfall of He-who-must-not-be-named's 'endless' rein wouldn't be as dangerous as prophesized. Draco continued, "Okay, now, use your wand, point it at the object you wish dead, and speak the words, Avda Kedavra. Just like Moody, er.Crouch."
"Okay?" Harry concentrated on the visions from his terrible nightmares, and the shrill screams he heard in his head so often. He was close to tears and his naturally bight eyes glowed, filling the room in a misty green light, and the three people sitting around himcould feel the huge amounts of pure anger and power filling the room. Harry took a deep breath and, pointing his wand at the little spider yelled, "Avada Kedarva!!!"
The entire castle seemed to shake, as a bolt of green was emitted from Harry's pheniox feathered wand. It took a definite form of a huge Basilisk, much unlike the ones he'd seen the dark Lord perform, which were shapeless, and slightly weaker. The figure looked at the creature Draco gasped as a shaking Harry fell to the floor, engulfed in soft tears. Sirius took a step towards the boy who lived, then seemed to think better of it. Harry curled up into a ball and rolled over, onto his feet. Nobody said a word for a moment, and then Harry spotted the spider, lying dead in the small glass cage, which was unharmed. Harry fled from the room, unbelieving of what had just happened, and not knowing, either the form his curse took, or the glowing in his eyes. How could he be capable of such an evil thing.
Harry raced around corner after corner of the twisting halls for what seemed like hours, until he ran SMACK into Dumbledore.
"Harry? Why aren't you with Mr. Malfoy?" Harry fell to his knees, and began to whimper, being reminded of what he did. He felt terrible for running out like that, but he didn't want Draco to see him crying. It was all too much.
"I.I. I just. in there. killed it." Harry spluttered out, in a mess of incomprehensible words. "It.it's dead. I. I did that."
"Wait a minute slow down. What did you kill?"
"It was Avda Kedavra, I thought of him, and it died.because of me."
"Yes, what died?"
"The. the little spider. I didn't want to hurt it. Only him"
"Who?"
"Voldemort." Harry was shaking, now in control of the warm tears sliding down his bright pink cheeks.
"What on earth were they doing in there?" This time Dumbledore spoke more to himself then to Harry, but all the same was befuddled by the state of mind the young boy was in.
"Avada Kedavra, because of me. it's dead." Harry slowly stood up, unsteadily.
Draco shifted uncomfortably as a huge amount of green light flew from Harry's wand, Harry's glowing green eyes watching it, take shape and fly into the tiny arthropod lying there. He shuddered as he saw it suck the life right out of the tiny spider. He could only hope that it didn't up set Harry too much.
The next moment Harry was. crying? No wonder he'd run. Surprisingly Sirius and Remus just sat there, and didn't even say anything to Draco.
Draco closed his eyes internally scolding himself. How could he have done this to Harry, even though Harry was his archenemy Draco felt sorry.
He got to his feet and wordlessly walked from the room, looking down both of the long corridors, before darting one way after Harry who'd just rounded a corner. But, Harry was much faster than Draco, and easily got out of sight, and was impossible to find, so Draco headed back to the now empty classroom. He sat down rather gracefully, and awaited Harry's return.
A huge yawn overcame his pale sadistic face, as he leaned back in the chair, and allowed his eyelids to flutter shut. Just moments later, Harry opened the door, quietly, and noticed him sitting there asleep. Harry just snorted lightly, and whispered to himself, "That's probably the most innocent I've ever seen him look."
"Is that so." Draco's drawling voice penetrated the stillness settling into the small room. The two boys sat in silence, not a word uttered until; Harry coughed and said, "If we're done, I'm going to bed.
"Hey, Harry," Harry turned around at the sound of Draco saying his name in such a perfect way, "I'm sorry we started off like that."
Harry just nodded and continued out the door, Draco not far behind.
Shortly Harry reached the Fat Lady, and said, "Lunius Mundane"(A/N-don't ask, cause I don't know.) and allowed the portrait to swing open allowing Harry passage into the Gryffindor commons. Harry walked up the stairs, silently opened his dorm door, and slipped inside.
"Harry? Is that you?" Ron said sleepily.
"Yeah, go back to sleep now."
But Ron got up and walked over to Harry's bed, "Wait, Please tell me what's going on."
"Huh?" Harry yawned and climbed into his four-poster, and crawled under the covers.
"You've gotten mysterious letters that you won't let me read, and went out late night exploring tonight. with out asking me to come." Ron was speaking in vain though, for Harry had already fallen asleep, dreaming like and angel.
Well. How do ya like it? Please review; it only takes a few seconds out of your busy day. Thank go out to all my friends, and reviewers. If you write a signed review I'll read some of your stuff. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or affiliate. I REALLY wish I did though. The Castle and the many traps in it are NOT mine either. damn it. Thank God I DO own the plot. Though, did you know that writing this is VERY depressing, J. K. Rowling is getting paid probably MILLIONS to write with these wonderful characters, and I am sitting here writing only to hope for at least ONE good review from some nice person out there?
Okay, in my opinion, I shouldn't have to warn you about this being SLASH (because I already did), possible ANGST, GORE, definite VIOLENCE, I mean, Harry Potter, Voldemort (the ugliest bad guy ever. BTW-have you noticed that a lot of the Final Fantasy bad guys are as good looking as the good guys.except in ten, now, sin is UGLY, but it's not a 'guy' n-e more.) And Draco Malfoy, just to name a few violent people, oh, who could forget Weasel (LOL)!! Once again this is SLASH, so if you can't respect that I want to put to hot boys in each other's arms. your crazy. Two heads are better than one. Oh, and I have two contests below. First one you tell me the artist, and song title, the second one is the challenge, just like any other. THANKS^_^
::sings::
---Like you're always stuck in second year. I'll be there for you if your there for you too.
---Give a little bit, of your love to me. Give a little bit.
---Never mad it as a wise man, Couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.
--- In the arms of an Angel, in your silent reverie. On a star called Othello
--- Every moment I spend with you I treasure. I'd still miss you baby, and I don't wanna miss a thing.I don't wanna close my eyes don't wanna fall asleep
Chapter Three; Running from the Truth
A dark silhouette of a slender figure, not even as tall as Harry was with shoulder length hair pulled into a low ponytail.
"Potter. Black. Professor Lupin. Here I am." He spoke in short sentences, and sounded cold and resentful.
As the figure came closer, Harry noticed gray eyes that were cold as stone, appearing actually quite colorful against the pale white of his skin. Harry gasped as the figure came into focus in the dull flickering candlelight.
It was Draco Malfoy. *He* was going to teach Harry the dark arts? That just added to Harry's suspicion, on top of questions like, why would they trust him to learn them, they may drive him to the dark side with Voldemort. Wasn't there *any* good magic to use? Any white magic? Like his mother's blessing? Or the wand's connections?
"What's the matter, Potter" Draco for once didn't seem spiteful, just for lack of better words tolerable. Harry was further disturbed by this.
"Nothing. So, you're my 'teacher'?" Harry scoffed, He knew that Malfoy's father had been an inner circle death eater, so he probably DID know a lot of dark spells. He may even be able to use the Avda Kedavra, Cruticus, and Imperius curses. Involuntarily Harry shuddered. THAT scared him.
"Don't worry Potter, I wouldn't have been able to use *those* curses on you, I'm not strong enough, especially to harm *you*, more than maybe a broken arm, anyway, only one person...er thing is. and he will try until he dies, though." Draco almost seemed to read Harry's mind.
"Yeah, okay. Then how will you teach me?"
"Same way my dad tried to teach me."
"Okay.?"
"Well, mister Malfoy, where shall we start?" Lupin interrupted the two boys quickly, so that they'd stay on task.
Draco looked towards Harry, whom was looking nervous; obviously worried that HE wouldn't be strong enough. Draco knew, just from what he'd seen, that he'd have no problem, because he could control his anger, and was more than powerful enough. A grin spread across his face. He'd have to start hard.
"How bout Avda Kedavra? It's perfect to start with."
Harry's jaw dropped about a foot into the floor. "WHAT? That's like the most powerful of them all."
"Is that so? Okay, first, you need to have anger, I'd recommend thinking thoughts of the person you most hate. Oh, and, it'll be the hardest to control, when you get that mad, so, be careful."
Harry sat deep in thought. Who do I MOST hate, how easy is that? He killed my parents, ruined so much, and has terrorized me and my friends for so long. Voldemort. Harry's gaze slid from his spot on the cold hard floor, up to look Draco in the eyes. He saw nothing but honesty for once in his life. The blue-gray eyes he was looking into seemed peaceful.
"That hard?" Only if Harry knew the downfall of He-who-must-not-be-named's 'endless' rein wouldn't be as dangerous as prophesized. Draco continued, "Okay, now, use your wand, point it at the object you wish dead, and speak the words, Avda Kedavra. Just like Moody, er.Crouch."
"Okay?" Harry concentrated on the visions from his terrible nightmares, and the shrill screams he heard in his head so often. He was close to tears and his naturally bight eyes glowed, filling the room in a misty green light, and the three people sitting around himcould feel the huge amounts of pure anger and power filling the room. Harry took a deep breath and, pointing his wand at the little spider yelled, "Avada Kedarva!!!"
The entire castle seemed to shake, as a bolt of green was emitted from Harry's pheniox feathered wand. It took a definite form of a huge Basilisk, much unlike the ones he'd seen the dark Lord perform, which were shapeless, and slightly weaker. The figure looked at the creature Draco gasped as a shaking Harry fell to the floor, engulfed in soft tears. Sirius took a step towards the boy who lived, then seemed to think better of it. Harry curled up into a ball and rolled over, onto his feet. Nobody said a word for a moment, and then Harry spotted the spider, lying dead in the small glass cage, which was unharmed. Harry fled from the room, unbelieving of what had just happened, and not knowing, either the form his curse took, or the glowing in his eyes. How could he be capable of such an evil thing.
Harry raced around corner after corner of the twisting halls for what seemed like hours, until he ran SMACK into Dumbledore.
"Harry? Why aren't you with Mr. Malfoy?" Harry fell to his knees, and began to whimper, being reminded of what he did. He felt terrible for running out like that, but he didn't want Draco to see him crying. It was all too much.
"I.I. I just. in there. killed it." Harry spluttered out, in a mess of incomprehensible words. "It.it's dead. I. I did that."
"Wait a minute slow down. What did you kill?"
"It was Avda Kedavra, I thought of him, and it died.because of me."
"Yes, what died?"
"The. the little spider. I didn't want to hurt it. Only him"
"Who?"
"Voldemort." Harry was shaking, now in control of the warm tears sliding down his bright pink cheeks.
"What on earth were they doing in there?" This time Dumbledore spoke more to himself then to Harry, but all the same was befuddled by the state of mind the young boy was in.
"Avada Kedavra, because of me. it's dead." Harry slowly stood up, unsteadily.
Draco shifted uncomfortably as a huge amount of green light flew from Harry's wand, Harry's glowing green eyes watching it, take shape and fly into the tiny arthropod lying there. He shuddered as he saw it suck the life right out of the tiny spider. He could only hope that it didn't up set Harry too much.
The next moment Harry was. crying? No wonder he'd run. Surprisingly Sirius and Remus just sat there, and didn't even say anything to Draco.
Draco closed his eyes internally scolding himself. How could he have done this to Harry, even though Harry was his archenemy Draco felt sorry.
He got to his feet and wordlessly walked from the room, looking down both of the long corridors, before darting one way after Harry who'd just rounded a corner. But, Harry was much faster than Draco, and easily got out of sight, and was impossible to find, so Draco headed back to the now empty classroom. He sat down rather gracefully, and awaited Harry's return.
A huge yawn overcame his pale sadistic face, as he leaned back in the chair, and allowed his eyelids to flutter shut. Just moments later, Harry opened the door, quietly, and noticed him sitting there asleep. Harry just snorted lightly, and whispered to himself, "That's probably the most innocent I've ever seen him look."
"Is that so." Draco's drawling voice penetrated the stillness settling into the small room. The two boys sat in silence, not a word uttered until; Harry coughed and said, "If we're done, I'm going to bed.
"Hey, Harry," Harry turned around at the sound of Draco saying his name in such a perfect way, "I'm sorry we started off like that."
Harry just nodded and continued out the door, Draco not far behind.
Shortly Harry reached the Fat Lady, and said, "Lunius Mundane"(A/N-don't ask, cause I don't know.) and allowed the portrait to swing open allowing Harry passage into the Gryffindor commons. Harry walked up the stairs, silently opened his dorm door, and slipped inside.
"Harry? Is that you?" Ron said sleepily.
"Yeah, go back to sleep now."
But Ron got up and walked over to Harry's bed, "Wait, Please tell me what's going on."
"Huh?" Harry yawned and climbed into his four-poster, and crawled under the covers.
"You've gotten mysterious letters that you won't let me read, and went out late night exploring tonight. with out asking me to come." Ron was speaking in vain though, for Harry had already fallen asleep, dreaming like and angel.
Well. How do ya like it? Please review; it only takes a few seconds out of your busy day. Thank go out to all my friends, and reviewers. If you write a signed review I'll read some of your stuff. Thanks.