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We have a new author joining us in the round robin.her name is Piri. This chapter is unbeta'ed as our beta is in the midst of moving and doesn't have time to beta for two weeks or so.
Disclaimer: I'm told by the pretty people who like to put me in white jackets so I can hug myself that I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own the room with the white padded material nor do I own anything more than 1/3 to ΒΌ of the plot of this fic.
Warnings: Strangeness? Is plotting Vernon's death a bad thing? Abused! Harry.slash, yaoi.whatever you want to call it. Angst, though I prefer that right now.
~~~~Nirvana? (You pick the location)~~~ Fate was talking to her sister, Destiny. "Why must the boys suffer so much, Destiny? They have been through so much, and they deserve a chance to just be children."
Destiny replied, "I can't help that they are the best for the job. One the heir of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and the other the heir of Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You know as well that they are the only hope for the light. They must be made strong."
"But they are just children, and that is not the way to make them strong. That is torture. You could harm them in such a way that they could not be repaired, or that they wouldn't be the same people that we have chosen. It took to long to prepare for they boys. They are our last hope to beat the dark, and if they fail, we are doomed. The world will be trapped in darkness, with nothing ever changing," said Fate.
"Can't the both of you understand that the boys are not tools to mess around with? They are humans, and they have feelings, hopes, and dreams. You two can't understand that, can you.you just want to play you bloody game with Lucifer," said War. His voice dripping with ice, "I will step in a stop this if I have to. Then the world will have to be started over, again. Which would make it the seventeenth time the world has had to have been started over? You two, well three with Lucifer, should have learned from your mistakes by now," he continued, his tone going lower with each word.
~~Infirmary~~
Harry sat up suddenly, and looked around in shock. He was now in Hogwarts, but he didn't remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was Vernon, and he had been screaming, but he didn't say a word. He didn't understand how he could be heard mentally, but he couldn't be heard verbally.
Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Frightened, Harry knocked the hand away from him and curled up into a ball on the bed, silently praying that who ever it was wouldn't hurt him. Sirius Black looked sad when he saw his godson flinch from his touch and the praying he could hear in his head. "Harry?" said Sirius "It's me, Sirius, your godfather."
Harry slowly looked up at his godfather. He could see the quilt and worry along with love in his eyes. "Harry." whispered Sirius as he went to give him hug. Frightened, Harry jumped out of the bed and hid underneath it. He was afraid that he'd be hurt again. All Sirius could do was sigh and try to calmly talk him out from underneath the bed; silently planning revenge on Vernon Dursley.
Draco tossed and turned in his bed eyes moving behind closed eyelids. Draco understood the images that flashed before his eyes but every time he tried to think more about it, he lost the meaning of it. The images were from all three times. Past, present and future yet it felt that he had to understand and as soon as he did, something stopped him from understanding it before he was meant to. Draco shifted onto his side to a fetal position and let out a slight whimper of pain and distress. The images had been fairly mild up until now but now things had gone from calm and serene to blood and pain filled scenes. He shook his head and tried to pull out of where ever he was or wake up but whatever was showing him these images, was not going to let him go until he had seen everything and it was stored in him. The images slowed down and with a scream Draco woke from the horror of the last image.
Harry was caught up on an emotional roller coaster. He knew it had been Sirius next to him before he'd jumped underneath the hospital bed, but the guilt, worry and love in Sirius's eyes was just too much for him. He felt cold, undeserving of those emotions right now, especially from his godfather. Squeezing his eyes shut he curled himself into a tight ball, wondering why everyone couldn't just leave him alone. Sirius. Why Sirius couldn't just leave him alone actually.
Harry could have had Sirius freed, he could have let him kill Pettigrew that day in the Shack, and perhaps he would have had a real home. Then none of this would have happened, his uncle never would have been able to hurt him. In Harry's mind right now it was all his fault; everything that had happened had been his fault! Dead or alive Pettigrew's body would have proved Sirius couldn't have killed him that day years ago. Maybe enough where Fudge would have finally seen the light and with Albus, Snape, and everyone else's testimonies Sirius would have been freed. Then Harry would have had a safe, happy place to live instead of going back to the muggles, those pathetic pretenders of a family. Oh, the twisted irony of it he thought now as he shivered slightly from the cold floor. He could have had a real family....he could have saved himself from all of this if only he hadn't been the brave, noble Gryffindor. He wouldn't be lying here underneath a hospital bed shivering if he'd only let his godfather and Remus do what should have been done.
In that moment, Harry knew he never wanted to leave the floor underneath the bed and face his godfather again. How could Sirius ever love him for letting Pettigrew go? How could Sirius even want him anymore, especially after what Uncle Vernon did to him? Harry didn't think he could ever live with that guilt, he didn't want to. He whimpered to himself and curled himself up tighter, shivering again not from the floor as much as his own thoughts. Right just then all he wished for in the world was that Voldemort would just come get it over with and kill him right then and there so he would never have to face anyone again. Especially Sirius...the one person whom he felt he'd let down most of all.
We have a new author joining us in the round robin.her name is Piri. This chapter is unbeta'ed as our beta is in the midst of moving and doesn't have time to beta for two weeks or so.
Disclaimer: I'm told by the pretty people who like to put me in white jackets so I can hug myself that I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own the room with the white padded material nor do I own anything more than 1/3 to ΒΌ of the plot of this fic.
Warnings: Strangeness? Is plotting Vernon's death a bad thing? Abused! Harry.slash, yaoi.whatever you want to call it. Angst, though I prefer that right now.
~~~~Nirvana? (You pick the location)~~~ Fate was talking to her sister, Destiny. "Why must the boys suffer so much, Destiny? They have been through so much, and they deserve a chance to just be children."
Destiny replied, "I can't help that they are the best for the job. One the heir of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and the other the heir of Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You know as well that they are the only hope for the light. They must be made strong."
"But they are just children, and that is not the way to make them strong. That is torture. You could harm them in such a way that they could not be repaired, or that they wouldn't be the same people that we have chosen. It took to long to prepare for they boys. They are our last hope to beat the dark, and if they fail, we are doomed. The world will be trapped in darkness, with nothing ever changing," said Fate.
"Can't the both of you understand that the boys are not tools to mess around with? They are humans, and they have feelings, hopes, and dreams. You two can't understand that, can you.you just want to play you bloody game with Lucifer," said War. His voice dripping with ice, "I will step in a stop this if I have to. Then the world will have to be started over, again. Which would make it the seventeenth time the world has had to have been started over? You two, well three with Lucifer, should have learned from your mistakes by now," he continued, his tone going lower with each word.
~~Infirmary~~
Harry sat up suddenly, and looked around in shock. He was now in Hogwarts, but he didn't remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was Vernon, and he had been screaming, but he didn't say a word. He didn't understand how he could be heard mentally, but he couldn't be heard verbally.
Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Frightened, Harry knocked the hand away from him and curled up into a ball on the bed, silently praying that who ever it was wouldn't hurt him. Sirius Black looked sad when he saw his godson flinch from his touch and the praying he could hear in his head. "Harry?" said Sirius "It's me, Sirius, your godfather."
Harry slowly looked up at his godfather. He could see the quilt and worry along with love in his eyes. "Harry." whispered Sirius as he went to give him hug. Frightened, Harry jumped out of the bed and hid underneath it. He was afraid that he'd be hurt again. All Sirius could do was sigh and try to calmly talk him out from underneath the bed; silently planning revenge on Vernon Dursley.
Draco tossed and turned in his bed eyes moving behind closed eyelids. Draco understood the images that flashed before his eyes but every time he tried to think more about it, he lost the meaning of it. The images were from all three times. Past, present and future yet it felt that he had to understand and as soon as he did, something stopped him from understanding it before he was meant to. Draco shifted onto his side to a fetal position and let out a slight whimper of pain and distress. The images had been fairly mild up until now but now things had gone from calm and serene to blood and pain filled scenes. He shook his head and tried to pull out of where ever he was or wake up but whatever was showing him these images, was not going to let him go until he had seen everything and it was stored in him. The images slowed down and with a scream Draco woke from the horror of the last image.
Harry was caught up on an emotional roller coaster. He knew it had been Sirius next to him before he'd jumped underneath the hospital bed, but the guilt, worry and love in Sirius's eyes was just too much for him. He felt cold, undeserving of those emotions right now, especially from his godfather. Squeezing his eyes shut he curled himself into a tight ball, wondering why everyone couldn't just leave him alone. Sirius. Why Sirius couldn't just leave him alone actually.
Harry could have had Sirius freed, he could have let him kill Pettigrew that day in the Shack, and perhaps he would have had a real home. Then none of this would have happened, his uncle never would have been able to hurt him. In Harry's mind right now it was all his fault; everything that had happened had been his fault! Dead or alive Pettigrew's body would have proved Sirius couldn't have killed him that day years ago. Maybe enough where Fudge would have finally seen the light and with Albus, Snape, and everyone else's testimonies Sirius would have been freed. Then Harry would have had a safe, happy place to live instead of going back to the muggles, those pathetic pretenders of a family. Oh, the twisted irony of it he thought now as he shivered slightly from the cold floor. He could have had a real family....he could have saved himself from all of this if only he hadn't been the brave, noble Gryffindor. He wouldn't be lying here underneath a hospital bed shivering if he'd only let his godfather and Remus do what should have been done.
In that moment, Harry knew he never wanted to leave the floor underneath the bed and face his godfather again. How could Sirius ever love him for letting Pettigrew go? How could Sirius even want him anymore, especially after what Uncle Vernon did to him? Harry didn't think he could ever live with that guilt, he didn't want to. He whimpered to himself and curled himself up tighter, shivering again not from the floor as much as his own thoughts. Right just then all he wished for in the world was that Voldemort would just come get it over with and kill him right then and there so he would never have to face anyone again. Especially Sirius...the one person whom he felt he'd let down most of all.