Child of Darkness
Chapter 7
Snape turned to Harry with a deadly glare, his pretty little mouth curling up in a snarl and his eye's narrowing to slit's
"This is your fault Potter. Why did you have to come back and make my life miserable? Why couldn't you just stay dead?" He growled. To angry to care what he was saying. Both Harry and James Potter had been making his life hell and he was sick of it. "You disappear for four years then come back as some sort of…..of half rotting freak of nature and you expect everything to go back to normal?"
Harry flinched at the pure hatred and venom radiating from Snape.
"Thing's will never be the same Potter, do you hear me? You are a monster. A disgusting, rotting abomination and you should have never been born." He sneered. "Potter, you live in a city of darkness, how can you be anything but evil. For god's sake, the staff is scared of you and your looking more and more like Voldemort every time I see you."
Harry was shaking, not from rage, but from fear that everything Snape was saying was true, because he had thought those same thought's more than once.
"Y-your wrong, Snape." He whispered in a trembling voice. "I'm not evil and I'm not Voldemort. Do you hear me you stupid git!" Shouted the small boy, a tear slowly making it's way down his flushed cheek. "I'm not a monster. I'm sorry if my being alive inconveniences you but I'm not going anywhere."
He let out a choked sob and fled from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Snape stood for a moment, staring at the door in surprise. He hadn't actually thought Potter would take him so seriously, he had said most of that in anger, not really meaning it at all. He actually felt a small twinge of guilt, he hadn't meant to make the boy cry, and secretly he didn't really want him dead. In fact, Hogwart's didn't quite seem the same without him around, always getting into trouble and stealing from his private stores, though he would never admit it even under threat of painful torture and having to kiss Voldemort.
Somewhere deep inside of him he had even missed Potter, in some….weird sort of way.
"Aw, hell." Snape muttered in frustration, opening the door and walking to the front door into the setting sunlight. Potter was floating sluggishly on top of the still waters. "Potter." Snape called. "Come here."
Harry sighed, slowly making his way over to the shore, swimming swiftly and walking right up to Snape so he was standing up to his ankles in the cold water.
"What do you want Snape, come to finish the job?" He sighed, kicking lightly at the sand under his feet.
Snape didn't speak for a moment, staring wide eyed at Harry's arms and torso. There were patches, almost designs, of rotting, peeling black/yellow flesh that seemed to just be placed almost planned across the boy's pale skin. Snape wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Harry saw the disgusted look and sighed. "It's not that big a deal, Snape, compared to some other people, this is nothing."
"Whatever. I just wanted to say……..I'm sorry. I was angry at Dumbledore, not you and I didn't mean most of what I said." There was a long ackward silence. "Potter, stop standing there gaping like an idiot."
"Y-you just apologized."
Snape scoffed. "Don't get used to it. I just don't feel like spending the next few weeks constantly fighting. I do have research to do, after all."
Harry just stared. "Hey, Snape. Does the anti-magic wards prevent animagus transformations?"
"Mmmm, no, I don't think so. Why, are you a fish or something? A Guppy, or a minnow, maybe?"
Harry scowled. "Never mind, I can't transform anyways, I thought maybe you could."
"Whatever." Snape rolled his eye's. "So do we have a truce or what? I personally don't feel like spending a few years here with you so we might as well attempt to get along."
"Um….ok. So, do you want to talk, maybe have some male bonding time?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Ok, maybe not. Would you like to interrogate me? I'm sure you have a lot of questions about the Dark City."
Snapes eyebrows drew together. "Potter, what are you saying? Were not friends, we have a truce so don't push it." He growled, spinning on his heel in a swirl of robes and strode into the cabin, closely followed by Harry.
Technically, Harry didn't quite know what he was thinking, but after Snape apologized to him he was positively set on figuring out the strange Potions Master. The man was a walking mystery, he was always cold and unfeeling but he would protect his students with his life if need be. How are you supposed to figure out someone like that?
Harry was determined to though, even if it killed him.
Besides, Snape's changed appearance intrigued him. The man was absolutely beautiful and yet he walked around like he didn't even notice people staring at him.
"Snape?"
"What, Potter? Your beginning to annoy me."
"Sorry," He said, following Snape into the bedroom, "but I just wanted to talk."
"Then go talk to a brick wall, I'm busy." He began sorting out his robes and books, muttering under his breath.
Harry sat on the bed. "Have you noticed there's only one bedroom?"
"Yes, Potter. Have you noticed there's a lovely sofa out there that just your size?"
Harry looked outraged. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I'm sleeping on the bed!"
Snape looked up with an evil smile. "Well, Potter, I didn't know you swung that way."
"Whaaaa? OH, you sicko!! I'd rather rot than sleep with you." He quite suddenly realized how stupid his comment sounded seeing as how he was rotting. "Uhm. Never mind."
Snape sighed. "Potter, it's going to be getting dark soon and I'm exhausted. Now get out of here before I pound you through the wall."
Harry sighed and left the room.
Well, at least the day wasn't a total waste. Maybe he could get through to Snape and make him relax…..one of these days.
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Necro lay on the bed that held so many bad memories for him. He had been here for about two weeks now. Two weeks of torture, pain, and tears. He wasn't broken or lifeless, but he had all but given up hope of escape.
How could he be expected to live like this? He was a Necromancer, he had to be free, he needed to see the moon again, and the star's twinkling above him, telling him everything was right in the universe. Necromancers were people of the night, people who loved the open air and the peaceful silence of the graveyard just before a summoning. He was going insane in this small claustrophobic room.
(A/N: no, I do not like graveyards. In fact, I keep as far away as possible from them at nighttime because they freak me out. And I think I have some sort of ghost living in my bedroom which really scares me at night.) but back to the story
Lucius, that elegant blond man, had just finished doing….. that to him again and he was laying on his stomach, breathing hard and silently crying. With a pained groan, Necro forced himself into a sitting position.
"M-Mr. Malfoy?"
Lucius raised pale eyebrow. That was the first time Necro had talked to him in the two weeks he had been there.
Necro took a deep breath. "D-do you think y-you could maybe let me go outside for a little while. I promise I won't try to escape, b-but I'm going to die if I stay here. A-and I've been good, haven't I?"
The older man stared at Necro for a moment. Without saying a word, Lucius walked right up to the small man laying on the bed, looking up at him with a small spark of hope in his eyes. With a wave of his wand, a thin collar of some sort of black light surrounded his neck and Lucius gave Necro a small smile, ruffling his soft hair.
"You have been good, I'll give you that." Lucius said.
Over the past two weeks, Lucius had become rather fond of Necro. The small man was rather amazing, even in light of what he had been through, he hadn't lost that spark of hope, that innocence that made him so special.
"That collar will kill you if you try to leave the grounds or apparate away and it will prevent you from using magic, other than that, your free to come and go."
Necro gave Lucius a broad smile that seemed to light up the whole room.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!" He shouted, leaping up as far as the manacle around his leg would allow and hugging Lucius as the blond man undid the chain, all the fear and pain forgotten as the excitement took over. With a final 'thank you', Necro raced from the room, using his internal magic to find where the outside was and racing as fast as he could through the large house to the door.
At the door he paused for a moment, unsure of himself, but the urge to see the night sky was to much and he slowly opened the door and walked out of the house, and letting the cool air wash over him with a smile. He was where he belonged, he could feel the magic flowing through him, not affected by the collar because his magic was internal, as much a part of him as his skin.
Slowly he walked barefoot onto the dewy grass, oblivious to the fact that he was drawing in the magic particles around him as he walked. All he cared about was the night, he could feel the spirit's of the dead, he was so close, so close to them.
"Necro." A sharp voice barked out.
Necro paused, twirling around to see who had called his name. It was, of course, Lucius, but the man didn't look angry with him. Quite the opposite, in fact he looked absolutely astonished as he watched the sparkling white magic particles dancing around Necros small frame.
"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously, his eye's narrowing. "Or better yet, what are you?"
"Uh…. Do you mean me?"
"Of course you! Who else would I be talking to!? Now answer me or I swear I'll lock you in the room." He threatened, knowing it was kind of petty but rather effective.
"Oh, n-no need to do that. It's just that y-you might try to kill me, or use my powers for evil."
Lucius rolled his eye's. "Now why would I do that?"
"Because you're a dark wizard and you would do anything for power." Lucius gave him a nasty glare. "Fine." Necro sighed. "I'm a Necromancer. There, are you happy now? Well, I sure hope so because I'm sure not feeling any joy here."
Lucius blinked rapidly a few times. "Necromancer? But you couldn't be. Those are one of the darkest creatures in the world, and your….your possibly the most purest and nicest person I've ever met." He said, not meaning it as a compliment.
Necro smiled anyways. "Thank you. But I am a Necromancer, whether you want to believe it or not." He shrugged and turned back to the moon, grinning as a small robin landed on his shoulder.
"You actually expect me to believe you're a dark creature when little birds just land on you shoulder." He asked in disbelief. "I'm finding it hard to believe you. So show me, raise the dead."
Necro turned back to Lucius. "Well you certainly have enough dead bodies around here. This place positively reeks of death." Lucius gave a sick smile.
With a small shrug, Necro turned to an area where Lucius knew a body was buried (being a Death Eater was a very messy job) and raised his hands, palms up. Lucius could see small swirls of black magic raising from the pale palms, after a moment Lucius heard a groan of pain from the small man as the ground began lifting slightly.
"Merlin!" Lucius gasped as he saw a hand raise out of the earth. It was slowly followed by the head, torso and legs until the body of a woman he had killed years ago was standing in front of him, half rotted but rapidly looking more and more alive.
"You did it." He said slowly.
Necro gave a pained noise and fell to the ground, panting loudly.
"What wrong with you?"
"N-nothing. It just works better with some sort of sacrifice, it's not as painful that way."
"Mmm. So you really are a Necromancer." Lucius had an evil glint in his eye. "I'm not going to give you to Voldemort, no, he would just kill you in some ritual or other to make himself stronger. But the question is, what to do with you."
Necro frowned. "Well there's not to much you could do with me. I'm not very strong, Necromancy is really the only thing I can do with this collar on anyways. And I will die if I'm trapped in a room all the time. I'm kind of useless actually, just another pretty face."
Lucius smirked. "Don't worry, I'll find a use for you. In the mean time you'll just be my pet."
The Necromancer sighed, tickling the small robins head. "Can't I just be your friend or something? I really don't like being called your pet, it's degrading ."
Lucius gave Necro a glare that seemed to say 'are you out of you damn mind?'
"Fine." The smaller man sighed. "I suppose I can live with being your pet." He turned to the zombie who was now looking like a normal human. "You can go now, Claudia."
She nodded jumping back into her grave. "Farewell Necromancer."
"Bye bye." He said, waving slightly.
Sighing, Lucius sank to the ground. "What am I going to do with you?" He wondered aloud.
Necro just smiled, giving Lucius a mysterious look.
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It was the dream again.
Those lips were against his again, making the world fade into a blur.
It just wasn't fair, why did this have to be a dream, Harry wondered as the person pulled him closer. He could feel the others hardness grinding against his stomach and those large hands moving over his body.
All of a sudden time seemed to grind to a halt.
…………….Wait a minute. Hardness?
Harry woke up with a start, nearly falling off the couch. The mystery person was a guy!?
He should have known, no girl had a chest that flat.
It was kind of disturbing, but not nearly as much as he would have thought.
"Oh, I can't go to sleep like this." He growled, throwing off the blanket and marching into the bedroom determinedly.
There was Snape, laying on the large bed, looking beautiful, almost ethereal in his sleep. His hair spread gracefully across the pillow and his hands slightly curled up in the sheets. Harry paused as he felt his body heat up at the sight before him. He quickly suppressed the feeling.
He'd be damned if he was going to let Snape keep him from being comfortable. Slowly, so he wouldn't wake the sleeping Professor, he slipped under the blankets, being careful not to touch the man beside him. He knew Snape was probably going to kill him in the morning but he didn't care, why the hell should he have to sleep on the sofa while Snape got the bed?
It just wasn't fair.
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Snape was dreaming again.
The small body was pressed hesitantly against him and he was kissing those soft lips. Yes, this was heaven, he thought.
The only difference with this dream was that it didn't seem to want to end where it usually did.
It was normally over right after the kiss but this time he was running his hands over the small body, feeling the bare flesh beneath him.
Slowly he slipped his tongue into the soft, warm mouth, drawing a moan from the person underneath him. He began exploring every inch of the person, not wanting the dream to end, though it felt very real, especially when the person began responding to his touches and kissing him back.
This was just to good to end. It felt to real for him to ever end and slowly he opened his eye's, knowing the instant his eye's opened it wasn't a dream, and a sinking feeling appeared in his stomach as he realized who he would see when he looked down.
"Oh my god." He groaned against the boy's mouth.
Harry's eye's shot open and he gave a small scream. "Oh no! No no no no. Not way, it can't be you!"
Snape's mouth fell open. "What do you mean 'it can't be you'? Who the hell were you expecting?"
"Not you." He groaned. "Why did the dream person have to be you of all people."
Snape blinked in shock. "….Dream person?" His brain was working overtime. "Have you by any chance been having a dream where you can't open you eye's and someone kisses you?"
Harry gave him a suspicious look. "How did you know that?" An angry blush colored his cheeks. "Were you the one who gave me that dream, because if I find out you've-"
"Potter, don't be an idiot! I asked because for the past month I have been having the same dream. Not because I've been messing around in that empty head of yours." He said, emphasizing that comment by poking Harry's head.
"No…I-I mean, no you can't be having the same dream, that's, I mean….NO! That's not possible."
Snape rolled his eye's. "Potter, shut up. It probably means nothing, but still, it is suspicious."
"No it's not just suspicious. It's more than suspicious, it's a conspiracy to make my life miserable. And will you get off of me!!"
Snape went red as he climbed off of Harry.
The Dark Master blinked. "Wow, your blushing. Though I don't know why, since you're the one who had his tongue down my throat, not the other way around."
Snape smacked him upside the head. "At least I wasn't the one moaning like a whore." He shot back. "And what the hell were you doing in my bed?"
"It's not your bed! And I don't want to sleep on the sofa, it's uncomfortable and it's cold."
"I don't care, light a fire or something."
"I can't use my magic and it's to dark to search for matches."
"Oh for-! Fine, you can sleep here, but stay on your side of the bed or your back on the sofa."
Harry smiled smugly and burrowed himself further into the thick blankets.
Snape did the same after a moment, wondering what he had done to deserve this.
"…..Hey, Snape? Why are you being so nice to me? Just yesterday you couldn't stand me, but now I'm sleeping with you. What changed?" He asked softly.
Snape groaned. "First off, you are not sleeping with me and I am not sleeping with you. We just happen to be sharing the same bed. And, secondly, were trapped on an island together and just woke up to find ourselves making out, I think our old grudges should be put aside in light of that. Not to mention we've been dreaming of making out with each other for weeks now. I think that means something, don't you?"
Harry coughed in embarrassment. "Well when you put it like that."
"Go to sleep, Potter."
"Alright." He sighed in defeat. "Good night, Snape."
"Night, Potter."
A/N: I FINALLY got Harry and Snape in bed together. YAY! I'm working on the slash scene in my mind as I type this. But I'm trying not to go to fast. So review and tell me what you think!
Chapter 7
Snape turned to Harry with a deadly glare, his pretty little mouth curling up in a snarl and his eye's narrowing to slit's
"This is your fault Potter. Why did you have to come back and make my life miserable? Why couldn't you just stay dead?" He growled. To angry to care what he was saying. Both Harry and James Potter had been making his life hell and he was sick of it. "You disappear for four years then come back as some sort of…..of half rotting freak of nature and you expect everything to go back to normal?"
Harry flinched at the pure hatred and venom radiating from Snape.
"Thing's will never be the same Potter, do you hear me? You are a monster. A disgusting, rotting abomination and you should have never been born." He sneered. "Potter, you live in a city of darkness, how can you be anything but evil. For god's sake, the staff is scared of you and your looking more and more like Voldemort every time I see you."
Harry was shaking, not from rage, but from fear that everything Snape was saying was true, because he had thought those same thought's more than once.
"Y-your wrong, Snape." He whispered in a trembling voice. "I'm not evil and I'm not Voldemort. Do you hear me you stupid git!" Shouted the small boy, a tear slowly making it's way down his flushed cheek. "I'm not a monster. I'm sorry if my being alive inconveniences you but I'm not going anywhere."
He let out a choked sob and fled from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Snape stood for a moment, staring at the door in surprise. He hadn't actually thought Potter would take him so seriously, he had said most of that in anger, not really meaning it at all. He actually felt a small twinge of guilt, he hadn't meant to make the boy cry, and secretly he didn't really want him dead. In fact, Hogwart's didn't quite seem the same without him around, always getting into trouble and stealing from his private stores, though he would never admit it even under threat of painful torture and having to kiss Voldemort.
Somewhere deep inside of him he had even missed Potter, in some….weird sort of way.
"Aw, hell." Snape muttered in frustration, opening the door and walking to the front door into the setting sunlight. Potter was floating sluggishly on top of the still waters. "Potter." Snape called. "Come here."
Harry sighed, slowly making his way over to the shore, swimming swiftly and walking right up to Snape so he was standing up to his ankles in the cold water.
"What do you want Snape, come to finish the job?" He sighed, kicking lightly at the sand under his feet.
Snape didn't speak for a moment, staring wide eyed at Harry's arms and torso. There were patches, almost designs, of rotting, peeling black/yellow flesh that seemed to just be placed almost planned across the boy's pale skin. Snape wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Harry saw the disgusted look and sighed. "It's not that big a deal, Snape, compared to some other people, this is nothing."
"Whatever. I just wanted to say……..I'm sorry. I was angry at Dumbledore, not you and I didn't mean most of what I said." There was a long ackward silence. "Potter, stop standing there gaping like an idiot."
"Y-you just apologized."
Snape scoffed. "Don't get used to it. I just don't feel like spending the next few weeks constantly fighting. I do have research to do, after all."
Harry just stared. "Hey, Snape. Does the anti-magic wards prevent animagus transformations?"
"Mmmm, no, I don't think so. Why, are you a fish or something? A Guppy, or a minnow, maybe?"
Harry scowled. "Never mind, I can't transform anyways, I thought maybe you could."
"Whatever." Snape rolled his eye's. "So do we have a truce or what? I personally don't feel like spending a few years here with you so we might as well attempt to get along."
"Um….ok. So, do you want to talk, maybe have some male bonding time?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Ok, maybe not. Would you like to interrogate me? I'm sure you have a lot of questions about the Dark City."
Snapes eyebrows drew together. "Potter, what are you saying? Were not friends, we have a truce so don't push it." He growled, spinning on his heel in a swirl of robes and strode into the cabin, closely followed by Harry.
Technically, Harry didn't quite know what he was thinking, but after Snape apologized to him he was positively set on figuring out the strange Potions Master. The man was a walking mystery, he was always cold and unfeeling but he would protect his students with his life if need be. How are you supposed to figure out someone like that?
Harry was determined to though, even if it killed him.
Besides, Snape's changed appearance intrigued him. The man was absolutely beautiful and yet he walked around like he didn't even notice people staring at him.
"Snape?"
"What, Potter? Your beginning to annoy me."
"Sorry," He said, following Snape into the bedroom, "but I just wanted to talk."
"Then go talk to a brick wall, I'm busy." He began sorting out his robes and books, muttering under his breath.
Harry sat on the bed. "Have you noticed there's only one bedroom?"
"Yes, Potter. Have you noticed there's a lovely sofa out there that just your size?"
Harry looked outraged. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I'm sleeping on the bed!"
Snape looked up with an evil smile. "Well, Potter, I didn't know you swung that way."
"Whaaaa? OH, you sicko!! I'd rather rot than sleep with you." He quite suddenly realized how stupid his comment sounded seeing as how he was rotting. "Uhm. Never mind."
Snape sighed. "Potter, it's going to be getting dark soon and I'm exhausted. Now get out of here before I pound you through the wall."
Harry sighed and left the room.
Well, at least the day wasn't a total waste. Maybe he could get through to Snape and make him relax…..one of these days.
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Necro lay on the bed that held so many bad memories for him. He had been here for about two weeks now. Two weeks of torture, pain, and tears. He wasn't broken or lifeless, but he had all but given up hope of escape.
How could he be expected to live like this? He was a Necromancer, he had to be free, he needed to see the moon again, and the star's twinkling above him, telling him everything was right in the universe. Necromancers were people of the night, people who loved the open air and the peaceful silence of the graveyard just before a summoning. He was going insane in this small claustrophobic room.
(A/N: no, I do not like graveyards. In fact, I keep as far away as possible from them at nighttime because they freak me out. And I think I have some sort of ghost living in my bedroom which really scares me at night.) but back to the story
Lucius, that elegant blond man, had just finished doing….. that to him again and he was laying on his stomach, breathing hard and silently crying. With a pained groan, Necro forced himself into a sitting position.
"M-Mr. Malfoy?"
Lucius raised pale eyebrow. That was the first time Necro had talked to him in the two weeks he had been there.
Necro took a deep breath. "D-do you think y-you could maybe let me go outside for a little while. I promise I won't try to escape, b-but I'm going to die if I stay here. A-and I've been good, haven't I?"
The older man stared at Necro for a moment. Without saying a word, Lucius walked right up to the small man laying on the bed, looking up at him with a small spark of hope in his eyes. With a wave of his wand, a thin collar of some sort of black light surrounded his neck and Lucius gave Necro a small smile, ruffling his soft hair.
"You have been good, I'll give you that." Lucius said.
Over the past two weeks, Lucius had become rather fond of Necro. The small man was rather amazing, even in light of what he had been through, he hadn't lost that spark of hope, that innocence that made him so special.
"That collar will kill you if you try to leave the grounds or apparate away and it will prevent you from using magic, other than that, your free to come and go."
Necro gave Lucius a broad smile that seemed to light up the whole room.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!" He shouted, leaping up as far as the manacle around his leg would allow and hugging Lucius as the blond man undid the chain, all the fear and pain forgotten as the excitement took over. With a final 'thank you', Necro raced from the room, using his internal magic to find where the outside was and racing as fast as he could through the large house to the door.
At the door he paused for a moment, unsure of himself, but the urge to see the night sky was to much and he slowly opened the door and walked out of the house, and letting the cool air wash over him with a smile. He was where he belonged, he could feel the magic flowing through him, not affected by the collar because his magic was internal, as much a part of him as his skin.
Slowly he walked barefoot onto the dewy grass, oblivious to the fact that he was drawing in the magic particles around him as he walked. All he cared about was the night, he could feel the spirit's of the dead, he was so close, so close to them.
"Necro." A sharp voice barked out.
Necro paused, twirling around to see who had called his name. It was, of course, Lucius, but the man didn't look angry with him. Quite the opposite, in fact he looked absolutely astonished as he watched the sparkling white magic particles dancing around Necros small frame.
"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously, his eye's narrowing. "Or better yet, what are you?"
"Uh…. Do you mean me?"
"Of course you! Who else would I be talking to!? Now answer me or I swear I'll lock you in the room." He threatened, knowing it was kind of petty but rather effective.
"Oh, n-no need to do that. It's just that y-you might try to kill me, or use my powers for evil."
Lucius rolled his eye's. "Now why would I do that?"
"Because you're a dark wizard and you would do anything for power." Lucius gave him a nasty glare. "Fine." Necro sighed. "I'm a Necromancer. There, are you happy now? Well, I sure hope so because I'm sure not feeling any joy here."
Lucius blinked rapidly a few times. "Necromancer? But you couldn't be. Those are one of the darkest creatures in the world, and your….your possibly the most purest and nicest person I've ever met." He said, not meaning it as a compliment.
Necro smiled anyways. "Thank you. But I am a Necromancer, whether you want to believe it or not." He shrugged and turned back to the moon, grinning as a small robin landed on his shoulder.
"You actually expect me to believe you're a dark creature when little birds just land on you shoulder." He asked in disbelief. "I'm finding it hard to believe you. So show me, raise the dead."
Necro turned back to Lucius. "Well you certainly have enough dead bodies around here. This place positively reeks of death." Lucius gave a sick smile.
With a small shrug, Necro turned to an area where Lucius knew a body was buried (being a Death Eater was a very messy job) and raised his hands, palms up. Lucius could see small swirls of black magic raising from the pale palms, after a moment Lucius heard a groan of pain from the small man as the ground began lifting slightly.
"Merlin!" Lucius gasped as he saw a hand raise out of the earth. It was slowly followed by the head, torso and legs until the body of a woman he had killed years ago was standing in front of him, half rotted but rapidly looking more and more alive.
"You did it." He said slowly.
Necro gave a pained noise and fell to the ground, panting loudly.
"What wrong with you?"
"N-nothing. It just works better with some sort of sacrifice, it's not as painful that way."
"Mmm. So you really are a Necromancer." Lucius had an evil glint in his eye. "I'm not going to give you to Voldemort, no, he would just kill you in some ritual or other to make himself stronger. But the question is, what to do with you."
Necro frowned. "Well there's not to much you could do with me. I'm not very strong, Necromancy is really the only thing I can do with this collar on anyways. And I will die if I'm trapped in a room all the time. I'm kind of useless actually, just another pretty face."
Lucius smirked. "Don't worry, I'll find a use for you. In the mean time you'll just be my pet."
The Necromancer sighed, tickling the small robins head. "Can't I just be your friend or something? I really don't like being called your pet, it's degrading ."
Lucius gave Necro a glare that seemed to say 'are you out of you damn mind?'
"Fine." The smaller man sighed. "I suppose I can live with being your pet." He turned to the zombie who was now looking like a normal human. "You can go now, Claudia."
She nodded jumping back into her grave. "Farewell Necromancer."
"Bye bye." He said, waving slightly.
Sighing, Lucius sank to the ground. "What am I going to do with you?" He wondered aloud.
Necro just smiled, giving Lucius a mysterious look.
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It was the dream again.
Those lips were against his again, making the world fade into a blur.
It just wasn't fair, why did this have to be a dream, Harry wondered as the person pulled him closer. He could feel the others hardness grinding against his stomach and those large hands moving over his body.
All of a sudden time seemed to grind to a halt.
…………….Wait a minute. Hardness?
Harry woke up with a start, nearly falling off the couch. The mystery person was a guy!?
He should have known, no girl had a chest that flat.
It was kind of disturbing, but not nearly as much as he would have thought.
"Oh, I can't go to sleep like this." He growled, throwing off the blanket and marching into the bedroom determinedly.
There was Snape, laying on the large bed, looking beautiful, almost ethereal in his sleep. His hair spread gracefully across the pillow and his hands slightly curled up in the sheets. Harry paused as he felt his body heat up at the sight before him. He quickly suppressed the feeling.
He'd be damned if he was going to let Snape keep him from being comfortable. Slowly, so he wouldn't wake the sleeping Professor, he slipped under the blankets, being careful not to touch the man beside him. He knew Snape was probably going to kill him in the morning but he didn't care, why the hell should he have to sleep on the sofa while Snape got the bed?
It just wasn't fair.
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Snape was dreaming again.
The small body was pressed hesitantly against him and he was kissing those soft lips. Yes, this was heaven, he thought.
The only difference with this dream was that it didn't seem to want to end where it usually did.
It was normally over right after the kiss but this time he was running his hands over the small body, feeling the bare flesh beneath him.
Slowly he slipped his tongue into the soft, warm mouth, drawing a moan from the person underneath him. He began exploring every inch of the person, not wanting the dream to end, though it felt very real, especially when the person began responding to his touches and kissing him back.
This was just to good to end. It felt to real for him to ever end and slowly he opened his eye's, knowing the instant his eye's opened it wasn't a dream, and a sinking feeling appeared in his stomach as he realized who he would see when he looked down.
"Oh my god." He groaned against the boy's mouth.
Harry's eye's shot open and he gave a small scream. "Oh no! No no no no. Not way, it can't be you!"
Snape's mouth fell open. "What do you mean 'it can't be you'? Who the hell were you expecting?"
"Not you." He groaned. "Why did the dream person have to be you of all people."
Snape blinked in shock. "….Dream person?" His brain was working overtime. "Have you by any chance been having a dream where you can't open you eye's and someone kisses you?"
Harry gave him a suspicious look. "How did you know that?" An angry blush colored his cheeks. "Were you the one who gave me that dream, because if I find out you've-"
"Potter, don't be an idiot! I asked because for the past month I have been having the same dream. Not because I've been messing around in that empty head of yours." He said, emphasizing that comment by poking Harry's head.
"No…I-I mean, no you can't be having the same dream, that's, I mean….NO! That's not possible."
Snape rolled his eye's. "Potter, shut up. It probably means nothing, but still, it is suspicious."
"No it's not just suspicious. It's more than suspicious, it's a conspiracy to make my life miserable. And will you get off of me!!"
Snape went red as he climbed off of Harry.
The Dark Master blinked. "Wow, your blushing. Though I don't know why, since you're the one who had his tongue down my throat, not the other way around."
Snape smacked him upside the head. "At least I wasn't the one moaning like a whore." He shot back. "And what the hell were you doing in my bed?"
"It's not your bed! And I don't want to sleep on the sofa, it's uncomfortable and it's cold."
"I don't care, light a fire or something."
"I can't use my magic and it's to dark to search for matches."
"Oh for-! Fine, you can sleep here, but stay on your side of the bed or your back on the sofa."
Harry smiled smugly and burrowed himself further into the thick blankets.
Snape did the same after a moment, wondering what he had done to deserve this.
"…..Hey, Snape? Why are you being so nice to me? Just yesterday you couldn't stand me, but now I'm sleeping with you. What changed?" He asked softly.
Snape groaned. "First off, you are not sleeping with me and I am not sleeping with you. We just happen to be sharing the same bed. And, secondly, were trapped on an island together and just woke up to find ourselves making out, I think our old grudges should be put aside in light of that. Not to mention we've been dreaming of making out with each other for weeks now. I think that means something, don't you?"
Harry coughed in embarrassment. "Well when you put it like that."
"Go to sleep, Potter."
"Alright." He sighed in defeat. "Good night, Snape."
"Night, Potter."
A/N: I FINALLY got Harry and Snape in bed together. YAY! I'm working on the slash scene in my mind as I type this. But I'm trying not to go to fast. So review and tell me what you think!