Hey you people! Or should I say person. NOONE REVIEWED ME DAMMIT !!!!!!!
:glares evilly at the readers: Come on people, it's not that hard, say anything, curse me out if you want. I just wanna know if this is even being read, and it takes less then a minute. Any way I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my first (and only) reviewer, Ditzy Space Cadets . Thank you, maybe I'll actually make you a slash freak as I am. WARNING: hard core violence and some slash, meaning m/m or f/f pairings. (In this fic, m/m) I give this to anyone who can't handle either.
Disclaimer: I am broke as hell, what could you get from me anyway? I don't own it, otherwise, I wouldn't be broke.
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Harry Potter woke within his four poster bed at Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was his sixth year here. He rubbed his head, he had a slight headache. As he touched his forehead his scar burned and began to bleed. He looked at the blood on his hand, and ran straight to the prefect's bathroom. Lo and behold, a stream of blood was flowing from his now-opened cut. He cleaned the wound, yet the blood wouldn't clot . The doorknob turned , and Harry covered the cut with his hand. Draco Malfoy shuffled in , half asleep, heading for the bathrooms , mainly ignoring Harry, until he saw the blood dripping onto his nose. Malfoy froze.
"Potter?" he asked, now very pale, "are you okay? You're bleeding."
"I'm fine Malfoy," not wishing to have to deal with him, "let me alone,"
"No you aren't, you're bleeding, you should go to the Infirmary" mocking him,
"I'm perfectly fine Malfoy," Harry said beginning to get angry.
"At least let me see it"
"No, Malfoy" Draco attempted to move Harry's hand but he refused to let him,. Draco finally forced the hand away and saw the lightning shaped cut.
"Harry.......your scar....."
Harry dashed out of the bathroom and into the hallway, followed quickly behind by Draco.
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Harry ran sped all the way to Dumbledore's office, shadowed closely behind by Draco.
"Lemon drop!" he shouted at the gargoyle , nothing, "Canary custard! Jelly bean!"
"Potter," Draco said panting, "Do you even know the password?"
"Shut up Malfoy,"Harry said, anger rising once more. "what was that?" A heavy footfall was echoing down the halls.
"Oh shit,"said Draco, " I hope that's not Filch,"
"Well we have an excuse,"whispered Harry
"Do you think he cares about that?"whispered Draco back angry. But as they were talking, the source of the footsteps was closer then they had thought.
"Hello, boys, can I help you?"It was Dumbledore.
"Look," Harry said pointing to the fresh blood that was now running down his cheeks as if they were tears. Dumblebore ushered the two boys into his office.
"So, what happened Harry?" Dumblebore asked after the two were comfortably sitting in his office. Harry explained about how he woke up, and found the scar bleeding and what happened with Draco. Dumbledore thought for a moment, looked at his watch , and thought some more. After a few minutes silence he finally spoke.
"I have an idea as to why your scar may be bleeding," Dumbledore said , pacing, "you are connected with Voldemort by that scar, and so his emotions and distance effect the scar," he paused to let this sink in , "Well within magic, blood is often used a symbol for extremely strong love or lust, so it is likely that when Voldemort feels extreme love or lust, your scar would bleed." the two boys sat there in disbelief. Not because of disbelief in Dumbledore, but because they couldn't believe that Voldemort could ever be in love.
"So basically, whenever Voldemort is crushing on someone or horny, his scar will bleed?" Draco said nearly laughing.
"A bit crude, but yes, as long as the feeling lasts Harry's scar will bleed." Dumbledore said with a small smile, and as if to further prove the point, Harry's scar closed up at once. Save for the now drying blood, no one could have ever noticed that the scar had ever been open.
"Harry, Draco, I am urging you not to tell anyone what happened, but I cannot say why at the moment. No Harry, not even Hermione or Ron can know." Harry had his mouth open to protest, but closed his mouth at the last statement. "Now you to should go to back to the Prefect Dorms, and get some sleep." The two boys quietly exited the office, and into the empty school.
AN: Yeah, yeah, no romance yet, but I promise it will come later. REVIEW ME DAMMIT!!! Please, I'm not asking much, and it really helps, I'll write soon! ^.~
:glares evilly at the readers: Come on people, it's not that hard, say anything, curse me out if you want. I just wanna know if this is even being read, and it takes less then a minute. Any way I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my first (and only) reviewer, Ditzy Space Cadets . Thank you, maybe I'll actually make you a slash freak as I am. WARNING: hard core violence and some slash, meaning m/m or f/f pairings. (In this fic, m/m) I give this to anyone who can't handle either.
Disclaimer: I am broke as hell, what could you get from me anyway? I don't own it, otherwise, I wouldn't be broke.
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Harry Potter woke within his four poster bed at Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was his sixth year here. He rubbed his head, he had a slight headache. As he touched his forehead his scar burned and began to bleed. He looked at the blood on his hand, and ran straight to the prefect's bathroom. Lo and behold, a stream of blood was flowing from his now-opened cut. He cleaned the wound, yet the blood wouldn't clot . The doorknob turned , and Harry covered the cut with his hand. Draco Malfoy shuffled in , half asleep, heading for the bathrooms , mainly ignoring Harry, until he saw the blood dripping onto his nose. Malfoy froze.
"Potter?" he asked, now very pale, "are you okay? You're bleeding."
"I'm fine Malfoy," not wishing to have to deal with him, "let me alone,"
"No you aren't, you're bleeding, you should go to the Infirmary" mocking him,
"I'm perfectly fine Malfoy," Harry said beginning to get angry.
"At least let me see it"
"No, Malfoy" Draco attempted to move Harry's hand but he refused to let him,. Draco finally forced the hand away and saw the lightning shaped cut.
"Harry.......your scar....."
Harry dashed out of the bathroom and into the hallway, followed quickly behind by Draco.
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Harry ran sped all the way to Dumbledore's office, shadowed closely behind by Draco.
"Lemon drop!" he shouted at the gargoyle , nothing, "Canary custard! Jelly bean!"
"Potter," Draco said panting, "Do you even know the password?"
"Shut up Malfoy,"Harry said, anger rising once more. "what was that?" A heavy footfall was echoing down the halls.
"Oh shit,"said Draco, " I hope that's not Filch,"
"Well we have an excuse,"whispered Harry
"Do you think he cares about that?"whispered Draco back angry. But as they were talking, the source of the footsteps was closer then they had thought.
"Hello, boys, can I help you?"It was Dumbledore.
"Look," Harry said pointing to the fresh blood that was now running down his cheeks as if they were tears. Dumblebore ushered the two boys into his office.
"So, what happened Harry?" Dumblebore asked after the two were comfortably sitting in his office. Harry explained about how he woke up, and found the scar bleeding and what happened with Draco. Dumbledore thought for a moment, looked at his watch , and thought some more. After a few minutes silence he finally spoke.
"I have an idea as to why your scar may be bleeding," Dumbledore said , pacing, "you are connected with Voldemort by that scar, and so his emotions and distance effect the scar," he paused to let this sink in , "Well within magic, blood is often used a symbol for extremely strong love or lust, so it is likely that when Voldemort feels extreme love or lust, your scar would bleed." the two boys sat there in disbelief. Not because of disbelief in Dumbledore, but because they couldn't believe that Voldemort could ever be in love.
"So basically, whenever Voldemort is crushing on someone or horny, his scar will bleed?" Draco said nearly laughing.
"A bit crude, but yes, as long as the feeling lasts Harry's scar will bleed." Dumbledore said with a small smile, and as if to further prove the point, Harry's scar closed up at once. Save for the now drying blood, no one could have ever noticed that the scar had ever been open.
"Harry, Draco, I am urging you not to tell anyone what happened, but I cannot say why at the moment. No Harry, not even Hermione or Ron can know." Harry had his mouth open to protest, but closed his mouth at the last statement. "Now you to should go to back to the Prefect Dorms, and get some sleep." The two boys quietly exited the office, and into the empty school.
AN: Yeah, yeah, no romance yet, but I promise it will come later. REVIEW ME DAMMIT!!! Please, I'm not asking much, and it really helps, I'll write soon! ^.~