Lies in the Middle
By: Princess Ashley
Ooo, I'm having a lot of ideas for this fic, so I don't care if you like it or not I'm going to update anyways. But I'm glad that some people like it at least. Oh, and I hope ya'll read the new fic that is by me and Usagi Princess called 'Instant Love Messenger.' Though she has written most of it, I just looked it over and added a few things. Thankies for reviewing for those of you who did. I really appreciate it. Okie Dokie, here is the next chapter. Hope ya'll read, review, and enjoy!!! I'll see you at the end of the chapter! Bye!
Chapter 2: Henna Symbols
Harry Potter woke up to find the cause to his rouge awakening as none other than his best friend and partner in adventures, Ron Weasley. He was shaking him rudely as Harry swore he would loose his mind before the day was done. First a mad dream, then blood in his mouth, now Ron waking him up by shaking him like an insane person.
"Harry! Wake up, mate. You're pale white. What's up? Another nightmare?" He asked, sitting next to him on Harry's bed, who ad just sat up and taken a good look around to remember where he was and making sure this wasn't another dream world like last time.
Harry shrugged, and looked at his hands that lay on the red comforter. He dazed off again, there was blood on his hands last night, why was there non- now? Maybe that was a dream as well.
He took his attention back to Ron, when he realized that he had been asked a question. "Hugh?" He asked, shaking his previous thoughts away from mind.
"What's your problem, buddy? You never space out like that. Anyway, hey, what's with the tattoo? I could have sworn it wasn't there last night." He pointed to the markings on Harry's right arm.
Harry looked to see five symbols on his arm, they looked Japanese. He tried to rub it off, but they stayed there. They couldn't be tattooed, but if not, what were they? They could be henna, but that didn't make any sense; who would put these symbols on him?
"Wow, I wish mom would let me get something like that, not tattoos of course; needles scare me. When did you get it?" He asked and went on examining the symbols. Harry doubted that he even knew what they meant. Which led him to another question, what did they say? He wasn't mastered in Japanese writings. Hermione might be though; he would ask her later. Either her or Dumbledore.
He felt a presence in the room, other than Ron and himself. There was a female scent, but he could not see her. Hermione couldn't be in the room, why would she be in here trying to sneak up on them? What sense did that make? He turned back to the markings on his arm. Could this be some sick joke his peers could be playing on him? If it was, it was working.
***
"I'm telling you, this is so cool! Why didn't you take me? I've always wanted a tattoo." Blaise Zambini was bombarding Draco about the six markings on his right arm. Draco wouldn't know what they said, he was 100% British. "Those are slamming! What do they mean?"
"I told you, I don't know." Draco said again, for the fourth time, Blaise just couldn't get over it. Neither could anyone else in the Slytherin common room. Pansy Parkinson was delighted; she said it made him look tougher. Crabbe and Goyle had already made arrangements to get tattoos of their own, a matching set. Draco thought it was insane. He never had a tattoo and he had never desired one at all. Besides he was convinced that it wasn't permanent. It was probably a different substance that would eventually wear off. He hoped it would soon; if his mother ever found out, she would go ballistic. His father probably wouldn't care; probably think it was decoration to make the Dark Mark on the other arm and make it equal. Draco snorted.
He headed down to the Great Hall with the rest of the Slytherins, everyone murmuring about his new so-called tattoo. Though once they got in, there was more talk about someone else that got a tattoo as well. And this reached Draco's ears.
"A tattoo..." "What did it say." "Something in Japanese..." "Who?" "Harry Potter."
Draco jumped at the name, and looked over to the Gryffindor table. Everyone was crowded around where Harry usually sat, and they were all looking at something, cause the sleeve as up, and everyone was studying the bare arm that apparently had the same tattoo on it that Draco had.
Then Harry looked up and their eyes met. Harry's eyes darted to Draco's arm, and then widened a bit, then back to his eyes. His eyes narrowed in question. Draco shrugged. Harry nodded, with obvious understanding in the silent conversation between the two enemies.
Draco was tugged back to the Slytherin table as Pansy grabbed his arm and started to show the tattoo off to all her friends, as if he was some sort of show dog she could show off to anyone who crossed her path. Soon all the tables were over observing the tattoos. It was becoming a nonsense to the teachers.
***
Harry decided he had enough of all the nonsense of everyone looking at his bare arm. It made him very uncomfortable. He got up from the table and excused himself. He walked down the empty halls, even the ghost were in the Great Hall chit chatting with the students and teachers.
"Harry."
A soft whisper echoed through the vacant halls. It was immortal, and calm. An unusual relaxation came over Harry. It was like he knew this voice as well as he knew his own. It was familiar, though faded in his memory. A flash of blonde came to his mind. Golden haired and blue eyed. Silver streaks were visible.
".Heero."
Heero? Who was he? Another word of knowledge was in his head. It came down to the boy in his dream. Brown hair and Prussian eyes.and Japanese. Japanese. That was it. The symbols were in Japanese. And they were telling him something, about something, or someone. A breeze went by him, though no windows were near, and none were opened. Acquainting salvage.
He felt the coldness on his face, caressing his cheek. His hand came up to touch the chill, and felt a smooth yet clammy presence on his skin, it was real. He opened his eyes to see sapphire blue, hinting of shimmering silver. It was real, and ghostly.
"I've been looking for you.my love."
*****
End of the second chapter. Well? Feedback would be great. I see you later! Got to go write some more!!!
~mo
Ooo, I'm having a lot of ideas for this fic, so I don't care if you like it or not I'm going to update anyways. But I'm glad that some people like it at least. Oh, and I hope ya'll read the new fic that is by me and Usagi Princess called 'Instant Love Messenger.' Though she has written most of it, I just looked it over and added a few things. Thankies for reviewing for those of you who did. I really appreciate it. Okie Dokie, here is the next chapter. Hope ya'll read, review, and enjoy!!! I'll see you at the end of the chapter! Bye!
Chapter 2: Henna Symbols
Harry Potter woke up to find the cause to his rouge awakening as none other than his best friend and partner in adventures, Ron Weasley. He was shaking him rudely as Harry swore he would loose his mind before the day was done. First a mad dream, then blood in his mouth, now Ron waking him up by shaking him like an insane person.
"Harry! Wake up, mate. You're pale white. What's up? Another nightmare?" He asked, sitting next to him on Harry's bed, who ad just sat up and taken a good look around to remember where he was and making sure this wasn't another dream world like last time.
Harry shrugged, and looked at his hands that lay on the red comforter. He dazed off again, there was blood on his hands last night, why was there non- now? Maybe that was a dream as well.
He took his attention back to Ron, when he realized that he had been asked a question. "Hugh?" He asked, shaking his previous thoughts away from mind.
"What's your problem, buddy? You never space out like that. Anyway, hey, what's with the tattoo? I could have sworn it wasn't there last night." He pointed to the markings on Harry's right arm.
Harry looked to see five symbols on his arm, they looked Japanese. He tried to rub it off, but they stayed there. They couldn't be tattooed, but if not, what were they? They could be henna, but that didn't make any sense; who would put these symbols on him?
"Wow, I wish mom would let me get something like that, not tattoos of course; needles scare me. When did you get it?" He asked and went on examining the symbols. Harry doubted that he even knew what they meant. Which led him to another question, what did they say? He wasn't mastered in Japanese writings. Hermione might be though; he would ask her later. Either her or Dumbledore.
He felt a presence in the room, other than Ron and himself. There was a female scent, but he could not see her. Hermione couldn't be in the room, why would she be in here trying to sneak up on them? What sense did that make? He turned back to the markings on his arm. Could this be some sick joke his peers could be playing on him? If it was, it was working.
***
"I'm telling you, this is so cool! Why didn't you take me? I've always wanted a tattoo." Blaise Zambini was bombarding Draco about the six markings on his right arm. Draco wouldn't know what they said, he was 100% British. "Those are slamming! What do they mean?"
"I told you, I don't know." Draco said again, for the fourth time, Blaise just couldn't get over it. Neither could anyone else in the Slytherin common room. Pansy Parkinson was delighted; she said it made him look tougher. Crabbe and Goyle had already made arrangements to get tattoos of their own, a matching set. Draco thought it was insane. He never had a tattoo and he had never desired one at all. Besides he was convinced that it wasn't permanent. It was probably a different substance that would eventually wear off. He hoped it would soon; if his mother ever found out, she would go ballistic. His father probably wouldn't care; probably think it was decoration to make the Dark Mark on the other arm and make it equal. Draco snorted.
He headed down to the Great Hall with the rest of the Slytherins, everyone murmuring about his new so-called tattoo. Though once they got in, there was more talk about someone else that got a tattoo as well. And this reached Draco's ears.
"A tattoo..." "What did it say." "Something in Japanese..." "Who?" "Harry Potter."
Draco jumped at the name, and looked over to the Gryffindor table. Everyone was crowded around where Harry usually sat, and they were all looking at something, cause the sleeve as up, and everyone was studying the bare arm that apparently had the same tattoo on it that Draco had.
Then Harry looked up and their eyes met. Harry's eyes darted to Draco's arm, and then widened a bit, then back to his eyes. His eyes narrowed in question. Draco shrugged. Harry nodded, with obvious understanding in the silent conversation between the two enemies.
Draco was tugged back to the Slytherin table as Pansy grabbed his arm and started to show the tattoo off to all her friends, as if he was some sort of show dog she could show off to anyone who crossed her path. Soon all the tables were over observing the tattoos. It was becoming a nonsense to the teachers.
***
Harry decided he had enough of all the nonsense of everyone looking at his bare arm. It made him very uncomfortable. He got up from the table and excused himself. He walked down the empty halls, even the ghost were in the Great Hall chit chatting with the students and teachers.
"Harry."
A soft whisper echoed through the vacant halls. It was immortal, and calm. An unusual relaxation came over Harry. It was like he knew this voice as well as he knew his own. It was familiar, though faded in his memory. A flash of blonde came to his mind. Golden haired and blue eyed. Silver streaks were visible.
".Heero."
Heero? Who was he? Another word of knowledge was in his head. It came down to the boy in his dream. Brown hair and Prussian eyes.and Japanese. Japanese. That was it. The symbols were in Japanese. And they were telling him something, about something, or someone. A breeze went by him, though no windows were near, and none were opened. Acquainting salvage.
He felt the coldness on his face, caressing his cheek. His hand came up to touch the chill, and felt a smooth yet clammy presence on his skin, it was real. He opened his eyes to see sapphire blue, hinting of shimmering silver. It was real, and ghostly.
"I've been looking for you.my love."
*****
End of the second chapter. Well? Feedback would be great. I see you later! Got to go write some more!!!
~mo