Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter people, places, etc.
Warning: Violence, slash, and dark themes will be part of this fic. Not meant to offend anyone, so be careful!
***
I float on my back, letting the world fade away into the stillness of the lake as I stare up into the darkening sky. Daglash Channing's hands find their way towards me through the inky water, our clothing long abandoned on the edge of the lake.
"Niranjana. . . "
His voice is low and deep, barely heard over the faint sound of water against rock. His eyes are dark, much darker than normal as they trail down my body, pausing every now and them before moving on to the next feature. He grins in a predatory way, his arms wrapping around my waist. My breath catches as he pulls me up against him, nibbling gently along my collar bone. My own arms find their way around his neck, and I tremble slightly when his fingers brush against the small of my back.
He kisses me then, the tip of his tongue grazing along my bottom lip, taking advantage of the gasp that tumbles out of me when I feel something warm and hard slip between my thighs. He tastes like salt and spice before he pulls away slightly and a low moan is buried in the crook of my neck.
"Niri, I want. . . "
Daglash's hands slide down my legs, lifts them up to wrap around his hips. He presses against me for a moment, and his warmth seems to seep into me as I open myself to him. I close my eyes, the imprint of the rising moon still glowing in the caverns of my mind. I whimper slightly, wrapping myself tighter against him as he moves against me. We hold onto each other as if our lives depend on it, and maybe they do. Because the very thought of letting go seems unbearable at the moment, even though there has never been something like this between us before, and probably never will be again.
We're drifters, we two. And at this moment, we are drifting together.
We don't notice that we aren't alone, don't realize that we are being watched until a cold chill seems to ripple through the water followed by a loud yelp.
Dementors, scores and scores of black robed demons are floating towards us. All seemingly intent on following a large black dog that was quickly being cornered by the edge of the lake. The dog turns its head towards us, whining piteously, yet as if in warning.
"Sweet Merlin." I pull away from Daglash and look for an escape route. "They're everywhere!"
"Follow me!" Daglash splashes towards a spot on the edge of the lake where the Dementors haven't reached. I try to hurry as fast as I can, but my legs feel weak and the water seems to be pulling me back as the current begins to move stronger. Daglash grabs my hand to keep me from falling behind.
Once we reach the water's edge, we try to make a break for it. The Dementors are everywhere. Some have turned to face us, seem to be tracking us as if considering to hunt us too. I feel cold, a chill that seems to settle in my bones as we are forced to run towards the Forbidden Forest. I think about trying to reach our robes for a moment, but the thought is distinguished faster than it occurred when more and more Dementors appear out of the shadows.
We have no choice but to run straight into the trees, forgetting to be cautious of what is ahead of us because fear is all there is behind. Twigs and stones are cutting at my feet, the canopy of leaves above us keeping the light of the moon from reaching very far between the foliage.
It is dark, and we become quickly lost. We slow our pace, confused, and I am even more lost when Daglash drops my hand. He refuses to look at me as he scouts a few paces ahead of me.
I wish I could have told him what would happen next.
***
Dumbledore always warned students away from the Forbidden Forest. Most took his yearly announcement as a challenge.
Fred and George Weasley alone must have tried to get past Hagrid a hundred times.
When I was in my first year, we used to make up stories of what could be behind those trees. Older students would relate dozens of adventures that they never had, and we would sit there with open mouths and ready ears as each tale became more fantastic than the last.
It was all so very romantic when we weren't actually braving the perils of the woods.
It all happened so fast that night. Even years later, I would never be able to retell the events exactly as they happened. There was screaming, that much I know. And a terrible crunching sound. And pain.
There was so much pain.
***
I hear a howl, much closer than I would have liked. Daglash pauses mid-step, trying to find the source of the noise in an otherwise silent wood.
I see a dark mass leap out of the shadows and throw itself at Daglash. I scream, or he screams, as the terrible sound of ripping flesh and breaking bones fills the stillness of the night. I turn to run, or think of turning to run, not wanting to stay around for a moment longer than necessary.
Before I can convince my feet to move, I am thrown down against the mossy forest floor. I feel my shoulder being crushed between two rows of sharp, cruel teeth. I scream then, and it is only me and no one else. I know this now because I can see the empty eyes of Daglash staring back at me, his body a twisted sculpture of bones, flesh and blood.
Whatever emotions I keep bottled up threaten to pour out and wash away the sight before me.
I hear deep, panting breaths resounding in my ears. Harsh growls mixing with my cries and sobs. A body climbs over me. I feel thick, coarse hair scratching against my back and my thighs. I struggle weakly, feeling almost as if a part of me is leaving my soul altogether and is being filled with something else. Something forign. He positions myself behind me, and I can't move out from underneath the muscled form pinning me to the ground. My eyes close against the dark, but it is still all around me even as sparks of light dances behind my eyelids.
And after that, there is only the pain.
Warning: Violence, slash, and dark themes will be part of this fic. Not meant to offend anyone, so be careful!
***
I float on my back, letting the world fade away into the stillness of the lake as I stare up into the darkening sky. Daglash Channing's hands find their way towards me through the inky water, our clothing long abandoned on the edge of the lake.
"Niranjana. . . "
His voice is low and deep, barely heard over the faint sound of water against rock. His eyes are dark, much darker than normal as they trail down my body, pausing every now and them before moving on to the next feature. He grins in a predatory way, his arms wrapping around my waist. My breath catches as he pulls me up against him, nibbling gently along my collar bone. My own arms find their way around his neck, and I tremble slightly when his fingers brush against the small of my back.
He kisses me then, the tip of his tongue grazing along my bottom lip, taking advantage of the gasp that tumbles out of me when I feel something warm and hard slip between my thighs. He tastes like salt and spice before he pulls away slightly and a low moan is buried in the crook of my neck.
"Niri, I want. . . "
Daglash's hands slide down my legs, lifts them up to wrap around his hips. He presses against me for a moment, and his warmth seems to seep into me as I open myself to him. I close my eyes, the imprint of the rising moon still glowing in the caverns of my mind. I whimper slightly, wrapping myself tighter against him as he moves against me. We hold onto each other as if our lives depend on it, and maybe they do. Because the very thought of letting go seems unbearable at the moment, even though there has never been something like this between us before, and probably never will be again.
We're drifters, we two. And at this moment, we are drifting together.
We don't notice that we aren't alone, don't realize that we are being watched until a cold chill seems to ripple through the water followed by a loud yelp.
Dementors, scores and scores of black robed demons are floating towards us. All seemingly intent on following a large black dog that was quickly being cornered by the edge of the lake. The dog turns its head towards us, whining piteously, yet as if in warning.
"Sweet Merlin." I pull away from Daglash and look for an escape route. "They're everywhere!"
"Follow me!" Daglash splashes towards a spot on the edge of the lake where the Dementors haven't reached. I try to hurry as fast as I can, but my legs feel weak and the water seems to be pulling me back as the current begins to move stronger. Daglash grabs my hand to keep me from falling behind.
Once we reach the water's edge, we try to make a break for it. The Dementors are everywhere. Some have turned to face us, seem to be tracking us as if considering to hunt us too. I feel cold, a chill that seems to settle in my bones as we are forced to run towards the Forbidden Forest. I think about trying to reach our robes for a moment, but the thought is distinguished faster than it occurred when more and more Dementors appear out of the shadows.
We have no choice but to run straight into the trees, forgetting to be cautious of what is ahead of us because fear is all there is behind. Twigs and stones are cutting at my feet, the canopy of leaves above us keeping the light of the moon from reaching very far between the foliage.
It is dark, and we become quickly lost. We slow our pace, confused, and I am even more lost when Daglash drops my hand. He refuses to look at me as he scouts a few paces ahead of me.
I wish I could have told him what would happen next.
***
Dumbledore always warned students away from the Forbidden Forest. Most took his yearly announcement as a challenge.
Fred and George Weasley alone must have tried to get past Hagrid a hundred times.
When I was in my first year, we used to make up stories of what could be behind those trees. Older students would relate dozens of adventures that they never had, and we would sit there with open mouths and ready ears as each tale became more fantastic than the last.
It was all so very romantic when we weren't actually braving the perils of the woods.
It all happened so fast that night. Even years later, I would never be able to retell the events exactly as they happened. There was screaming, that much I know. And a terrible crunching sound. And pain.
There was so much pain.
***
I hear a howl, much closer than I would have liked. Daglash pauses mid-step, trying to find the source of the noise in an otherwise silent wood.
I see a dark mass leap out of the shadows and throw itself at Daglash. I scream, or he screams, as the terrible sound of ripping flesh and breaking bones fills the stillness of the night. I turn to run, or think of turning to run, not wanting to stay around for a moment longer than necessary.
Before I can convince my feet to move, I am thrown down against the mossy forest floor. I feel my shoulder being crushed between two rows of sharp, cruel teeth. I scream then, and it is only me and no one else. I know this now because I can see the empty eyes of Daglash staring back at me, his body a twisted sculpture of bones, flesh and blood.
Whatever emotions I keep bottled up threaten to pour out and wash away the sight before me.
I hear deep, panting breaths resounding in my ears. Harsh growls mixing with my cries and sobs. A body climbs over me. I feel thick, coarse hair scratching against my back and my thighs. I struggle weakly, feeling almost as if a part of me is leaving my soul altogether and is being filled with something else. Something forign. He positions myself behind me, and I can't move out from underneath the muscled form pinning me to the ground. My eyes close against the dark, but it is still all around me even as sparks of light dances behind my eyelids.
And after that, there is only the pain.