A/N:
This is the 1st of the last four chapters of this wonderful story.
::Aww!:: Yep, this is coming to an end. But for now, you have this
chapter. The plot has thickened and Harry is about to get sexy.I think.
Chapter Eleven: For the Love of Harry
A year prior.
Harry sat outside in the coldness of the rain that fell on him and the wet grass of the Quidditch field in which he sat on, directly in the middle.
His mind was at a sad, fast wonder as he thought of the late Auther Weasley. Voldemort had managed to get a hold of him once again and with the love only the Weasley could give him, Auther sacrificed himself for Harry, taking the spell that should have killed him instantly.
And ever since, none of the Weasley had been able to speak to him, either out of kindness, or remorse or the anger that Auther was dead instead or him.which ever, he was not sure. But what bothered him was Ron. Ron could not even bare to look at Harry anymore, avoiding when possible, sitting far away from him in their classes, refusing to come to eat until Harry had left the Great Hall.
Harry was hurt by this, to say the least.
But now he sat on the springy wet grass of the Quidditch field, with another thought. The thought that maybe the faith that others held in him was not to be. That there was no way in hell he could ever fight Lord Voldemort.let alone defeat him. They were not on the same level at all. He was strong, he knew, but never seemed to be strong enough. And yet, others still had undying faith in him, believed that he was truly their Savior.
But if his own best friend that he loved dearly could not even bare look at him, yet alone believe in him anymore.then what was the use?
"What are you doing here?" The voice is cold, and that of Ron Weasley. Harry turns to him, a bit surprised.
"What are you?"
"I was trying to get away from you."
"Enough said," Harry grumbled as he quickly picked himself off the ground and began to walk in the opposite direction. He didn't have to stay around for this.
But his eyes went into wideness as he felt fingers wrap themselves around his wrist tightly, and he found himself being tugged backward gentle. He turned to see Ron staring at him with remorse, almost as if he wanted to kick himself.
"Harry.I'm sorry," he whispered in a calm voice, light and almost, loving.
"Don't be," Harry stated. "It's my fault, we both know that and you have every right to be angry with me."
"No I don't," Ron insisted, pulling him into a tight embraced, wrapping his arms around the skinny raven-haired boy's waist. "I don't blame you for my father's death at all Harry. None of us really do. We're just trying to deal with our grief, that's all. But we never blamed you at all. I'll admit, I do think my way of dealing with this was." He silenced himself and let the humming of the rain play a melody for them.to play a beautiful private song.
He leaned in on Harry suddenly, taking in the moment, and cupping his hand under his chin and raising it slightly, he kissed him gently on his rose lips.
He could feel Harry's breathing come short and rapid now, as if his heart was pounding. As a sign, he pulled out from the kiss and studied Harry, sure enough; he was breathing hard, a look of pure bewilderment on his face.
"Are you that mournful Ron?" Harry bluttered out in amazement.
Ron gave him a shy, embarrassed smile and muttered "Sorry.just.always wanted to do that."
Harry smiled slightly and to Ron's surprise, Harry leaned in again and this time, administered a kiss upon his lips.
And this is the way they stayed until they heard something that sounded like clearing of a throat. They turned to see Albus Dumbledore standing behind them, glancing back and forth between the two an eyebrow raised.
They stuttered in their words until he finally raised a hand to cut them off. "It is none of my business.but I do ask that you take it inside.you could catch a cold."
That is one of my precious memories with Harry. One I will always cherish. But now he stands before him, wrapped in a black thin sheet, his eyes cold upon my appearance, as if with disgust. He steps back slightly and comes into the arms of a monster.that monster.that tries to steel my dear Harry away from me.
Voldemort smirked at the two of us. "So nice of you to finally come Ronald Weasley," he hissed at me, then his livid eyes fell on Snape. His mouth coils into that of a hatful sneer.
"You dare show your presence Serveres?"
"Release him!" Snape barks, stepping around me as if to protect me, his wand ready and pointed at the beast's chest. Harry seemed to shiver slightly, his eyes coldly staring back between Snape and I, his head leaning in and finally coming to rest on the serpentine man's shoulder. It sickened me to see Harry with him.to know that he belonged rightfully to me.
"The boy will go nowhere, for he belongs to me," Voldemort hissed. He looked down, almost loving at Harry who in turn looked up at him with adorance, with admiration. He kissed him lightly on his forehead, his eyes on me all the while. I sneered with hatred.
"Mind and body.heart and soul."
"Never!" I snarled. But Voldemort would hear none of it and with a swish of his wand, sent both Snape and I flying through the air. We collided with the black marble wall. Snape was knocked unconscious as I slowly, grumbling, got back onto my feet.
It was then that I noticed the walls were being to crumble away, to dissolve. That Snape was slowly being wrapped with Devil's Snare that was sprouting from the ground. I dodged the vines by leaping from side to side, rolling sometimes to get out of the way.
There was nothing surrounding us anymore but a thick blackened sky with red wispy clouds and a blood crescent moon. "Your fighting a battle that you cannot win boy," Voldemort taunted me as he released his hold on Harry, he seemed to be glowing with rage by the mere sight of me. He looked at his beloved new pet.my love.and.
Harry screamed in fury then, the thin black sheet ripping to shreds off of him to revile something more. I gasped in amazement.and fear.
Harry looked stronger.physically.it radiated from him, his ora. He had developed muscles, for his chest was exposed and he wore nothing but a silver chain with a beautiful emerald cross dangling from it, something I thought ironic in this circumstance. His pants, tight and green with leather and his shoes were that of black boot, with two visible buckles connected to straps that reached all the way down to the sole of the shoe. His ebony hair, still messy and untamed had grown in length reaching just a small ways past his shoulders, in a loose ponytail. His eyes glowed with fury now, still in their emerald glory.but the redness was visible.
I must admit, even at this time when I shouldn't think such things, I thought him to be rather.sexy.
But there was little time for that, for Voldemort, placing his serpentine face by my love, whispered something that I could not make out into his ear. Harry smiled and he drew his wand. It too, had an odd eerie glow of a poisonous green.
But then, suddenly, it seemed to grow.longer and a little wider by inches.until it was 18'' long with may only 2'' of width. It curved slightly.a sword. It was a sword. The same sword Hermione had described to me that killed her in the dream. The one Harry wasn't supposed to "have".
Voldemort, his eyes gleaming with their redness, turned to look at me then, finally stepping back from Harry. Then he hissed.parseltough.an order to him.
Harry smirked at me with an insane smile and answered. "With pleasure."
He raised his sword to me.and began to advance. All I had time to do was open my eyes wide with shock. He went so fast! And as the gleaming blade was ran straight through my side that's when I realized.
He was going.to kill me.
A/N: Yep! That's where I'm stopping today kiddies! That's all for now! I may be nice and post two other chapters later but.hey.you can wait.right? ::evil laughter ensues:: Read and Review, as always!
-Kamirine
Chapter Eleven: For the Love of Harry
A year prior.
Harry sat outside in the coldness of the rain that fell on him and the wet grass of the Quidditch field in which he sat on, directly in the middle.
His mind was at a sad, fast wonder as he thought of the late Auther Weasley. Voldemort had managed to get a hold of him once again and with the love only the Weasley could give him, Auther sacrificed himself for Harry, taking the spell that should have killed him instantly.
And ever since, none of the Weasley had been able to speak to him, either out of kindness, or remorse or the anger that Auther was dead instead or him.which ever, he was not sure. But what bothered him was Ron. Ron could not even bare to look at Harry anymore, avoiding when possible, sitting far away from him in their classes, refusing to come to eat until Harry had left the Great Hall.
Harry was hurt by this, to say the least.
But now he sat on the springy wet grass of the Quidditch field, with another thought. The thought that maybe the faith that others held in him was not to be. That there was no way in hell he could ever fight Lord Voldemort.let alone defeat him. They were not on the same level at all. He was strong, he knew, but never seemed to be strong enough. And yet, others still had undying faith in him, believed that he was truly their Savior.
But if his own best friend that he loved dearly could not even bare look at him, yet alone believe in him anymore.then what was the use?
"What are you doing here?" The voice is cold, and that of Ron Weasley. Harry turns to him, a bit surprised.
"What are you?"
"I was trying to get away from you."
"Enough said," Harry grumbled as he quickly picked himself off the ground and began to walk in the opposite direction. He didn't have to stay around for this.
But his eyes went into wideness as he felt fingers wrap themselves around his wrist tightly, and he found himself being tugged backward gentle. He turned to see Ron staring at him with remorse, almost as if he wanted to kick himself.
"Harry.I'm sorry," he whispered in a calm voice, light and almost, loving.
"Don't be," Harry stated. "It's my fault, we both know that and you have every right to be angry with me."
"No I don't," Ron insisted, pulling him into a tight embraced, wrapping his arms around the skinny raven-haired boy's waist. "I don't blame you for my father's death at all Harry. None of us really do. We're just trying to deal with our grief, that's all. But we never blamed you at all. I'll admit, I do think my way of dealing with this was." He silenced himself and let the humming of the rain play a melody for them.to play a beautiful private song.
He leaned in on Harry suddenly, taking in the moment, and cupping his hand under his chin and raising it slightly, he kissed him gently on his rose lips.
He could feel Harry's breathing come short and rapid now, as if his heart was pounding. As a sign, he pulled out from the kiss and studied Harry, sure enough; he was breathing hard, a look of pure bewilderment on his face.
"Are you that mournful Ron?" Harry bluttered out in amazement.
Ron gave him a shy, embarrassed smile and muttered "Sorry.just.always wanted to do that."
Harry smiled slightly and to Ron's surprise, Harry leaned in again and this time, administered a kiss upon his lips.
And this is the way they stayed until they heard something that sounded like clearing of a throat. They turned to see Albus Dumbledore standing behind them, glancing back and forth between the two an eyebrow raised.
They stuttered in their words until he finally raised a hand to cut them off. "It is none of my business.but I do ask that you take it inside.you could catch a cold."
That is one of my precious memories with Harry. One I will always cherish. But now he stands before him, wrapped in a black thin sheet, his eyes cold upon my appearance, as if with disgust. He steps back slightly and comes into the arms of a monster.that monster.that tries to steel my dear Harry away from me.
Voldemort smirked at the two of us. "So nice of you to finally come Ronald Weasley," he hissed at me, then his livid eyes fell on Snape. His mouth coils into that of a hatful sneer.
"You dare show your presence Serveres?"
"Release him!" Snape barks, stepping around me as if to protect me, his wand ready and pointed at the beast's chest. Harry seemed to shiver slightly, his eyes coldly staring back between Snape and I, his head leaning in and finally coming to rest on the serpentine man's shoulder. It sickened me to see Harry with him.to know that he belonged rightfully to me.
"The boy will go nowhere, for he belongs to me," Voldemort hissed. He looked down, almost loving at Harry who in turn looked up at him with adorance, with admiration. He kissed him lightly on his forehead, his eyes on me all the while. I sneered with hatred.
"Mind and body.heart and soul."
"Never!" I snarled. But Voldemort would hear none of it and with a swish of his wand, sent both Snape and I flying through the air. We collided with the black marble wall. Snape was knocked unconscious as I slowly, grumbling, got back onto my feet.
It was then that I noticed the walls were being to crumble away, to dissolve. That Snape was slowly being wrapped with Devil's Snare that was sprouting from the ground. I dodged the vines by leaping from side to side, rolling sometimes to get out of the way.
There was nothing surrounding us anymore but a thick blackened sky with red wispy clouds and a blood crescent moon. "Your fighting a battle that you cannot win boy," Voldemort taunted me as he released his hold on Harry, he seemed to be glowing with rage by the mere sight of me. He looked at his beloved new pet.my love.and.
Harry screamed in fury then, the thin black sheet ripping to shreds off of him to revile something more. I gasped in amazement.and fear.
Harry looked stronger.physically.it radiated from him, his ora. He had developed muscles, for his chest was exposed and he wore nothing but a silver chain with a beautiful emerald cross dangling from it, something I thought ironic in this circumstance. His pants, tight and green with leather and his shoes were that of black boot, with two visible buckles connected to straps that reached all the way down to the sole of the shoe. His ebony hair, still messy and untamed had grown in length reaching just a small ways past his shoulders, in a loose ponytail. His eyes glowed with fury now, still in their emerald glory.but the redness was visible.
I must admit, even at this time when I shouldn't think such things, I thought him to be rather.sexy.
But there was little time for that, for Voldemort, placing his serpentine face by my love, whispered something that I could not make out into his ear. Harry smiled and he drew his wand. It too, had an odd eerie glow of a poisonous green.
But then, suddenly, it seemed to grow.longer and a little wider by inches.until it was 18'' long with may only 2'' of width. It curved slightly.a sword. It was a sword. The same sword Hermione had described to me that killed her in the dream. The one Harry wasn't supposed to "have".
Voldemort, his eyes gleaming with their redness, turned to look at me then, finally stepping back from Harry. Then he hissed.parseltough.an order to him.
Harry smirked at me with an insane smile and answered. "With pleasure."
He raised his sword to me.and began to advance. All I had time to do was open my eyes wide with shock. He went so fast! And as the gleaming blade was ran straight through my side that's when I realized.
He was going.to kill me.
A/N: Yep! That's where I'm stopping today kiddies! That's all for now! I may be nice and post two other chapters later but.hey.you can wait.right? ::evil laughter ensues:: Read and Review, as always!
-Kamirine