Title: The Silver Stag (May be changed later)
Author: Shenlong [the_solitary_dragon@hotmail.com]
Archive: Fanfiction.net, under Water Dragon, and my site, the_solitary_dragon.tripod.com.
Category: Romance, possible angst later
Keywords: 7th year, Harry, Silver stag
Rating: PG (Possibility of PG-13 later, but not likely)
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF
Warnings: SLASH, aka male/male relationships. Nothing graphic. Overuse of the word 'think' in one paragraph.
Summary: After the defeat of Voldemort, everything seems peachy-keen. But is it really? And who is that mysterious Animagus?
Author's Notes: Hm. A decent story, I should say, if I've ever written one. Try to guess the pairing. It's Harry/??. Hint: It's rather obvious, if you think about it. It's NOT incest, James does NOT come back to life, and it's not Harry/Ron. Ron's dead.
Dedication/thanks: For my beta, Ashkara. And for Jessica Chang, who told me she'd review. Schnoogles!
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. (Disclaimer used is from Fictionalley.org and/or RestrictedSection.org. Again, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.)
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Prologue
The moon shone bright over Hogwarts. It was poised between the time of waxing and waning, right when it's full and round as a dinner plate. The cloudless sky proved to be no barrier to the silvery rays of moonshine gently illuminating the grounds and the forest around them.
It was the sort of night for lovers- a night to spend idly with the object of your affections, stargazing, or simply enjoying each other's company. In fact, in the Astronomy Tower, there were many couples doing just that- among other things.
Such nights always had Harry Potter thinking of his parents. It was sort of a roundabout way of thinking, actually. On nights of the full moon (when it was visible, at least) he couldn't help but think about his old Professor Lupin. That led to thinking about Sirius, as he had moved in with Lupin after the defeat of Voldemort. And thinking about Sirius, as always, made Harry think about his parents.
Perhaps he should have let go a long time ago. He had helped avenge his parents' murders, ridding the wizarding world of a malevolently Dark wizard. And, yet, there was something he could NOT let go of- he just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
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On this such night, Harry happened to be particularly restless. That kind of night had never boded particularly well with Harry--last one had chanced upon him, he had nearly been caught wandering the school halls at night by Professor Snape.
So, though odds of him having a peaceful, safe night were rather against him, he decided to go out wandering.
And, like all such heroes, that was his undoing.
~*~*~
Harry raised his eyes to look at the moon. It was bright tonight, and he could almost see faint tinges of silvery-blue around the curved edges. The stars were visible in the cloudless sky, and he managed to find Sirius, the Big Dipper, and the North Star before giving up on Andromeda.
He found himself wandering around the Forbidden Forest. During the war with Voldemort, he had familiarized himself with the Forest, learning escape routes and land/air tactics in a forest, as well as on flat vs. rocky ground, and in water.
Now, after the defeat of Voldemort, he was drawn to the Forest on nights such as this, bright and clear. He remembered similar nights during the war, but so different. Fear had seeped through everyone's consciousness, and no one dared do anything so frivolous as take a moonlight walk with a lover, not when a Death-Eater could be behind any corner.
Presently, he came to a familiar glade. In daylight, it looked like the home of faeries, with a little pond, the soft loam around carpeted with dark green moss and a few narcissi [1]. Surrounded by gently swaying willow trees, the glade was truly a magical place-and more so at night. Silvery beams filtered through the long, pliant willow branches, glancing off the pond to make it appear like molten silver.
Harry stretched out on the soft moss, content to simply stare up at the dark sky. He felt more at peace there than he did while in his room, or with friends. There is something indescribable about being alone at night, in a time of peace such as this- to feel entirely at one with nature, instead of simply being an observer.
The night called to him. He heard the faint chirps of crickets and hoots of owls as if from far away, and, enveloped in the night, he could not help...but to fall asleep...
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A figure, dressed in black robes, moved quickly through the Hogwarts hallways. His steps were fluid and even, and he only stopped once to snarl at a pair of first years staying out past curfew. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the cool, autumn air outside. His walk slowed to an amble, as if he cared not who saw him.
About 50 meters from the side entrance he used, the figure changed into a silver stag and bounded off into the forest.
~*~*~
Harry started to wake as the first traces of dawn were starting to touch the sky in the east. He could feel droplets of dew on the moss around him. There were still about two hours before his presence would be missed-if indeed anyone had gotten up early.
He felt something soft nudge him in the side. Frowning, he wriggled a bit, thinking it only a figment of his imagination, but it refused to go away. Harry blearily opened his eyes, only to look into the eyes of a magnificent silver stag.
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To be continued...
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Please, tell me how I'm doing. Tell me if I'm making any grammar mistakes, any canon mistakes, or anything. I'm looking to better my writing—so tell me what I'm doing wrong. Email me at the_solitary_dragon@hotmail.com or hit that handy review button if there is one. Please? (Note that I don't bother rewriting the HTML scripts differently for Fanficion.net, Soupficion.net, or my site, listed above.)
Footnotes: The current title may be identified as an altered version of a chapter title in C. S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. According to my memory, the chapter title is "The White Stag", not the "The Silver Stag". It is also a reference to the Prisoner of Azkaban. As you recall, Harry's Patronus comes out of his wand in the form of a silver stag.
[1] Some may recognize 'narcissi' as the source of Narcissa Malfoy's name. For those of you who don't know, Narcissus was the name of a young man in ancient Greco-Roman mythology. He fell in love with his reflection in a pool of water, and eventually was turned into the first narcissus flower, the plural of which, I believe, is narcissi. Please correct me if I'm wrong. I have heard that the narcissus is a daffodil; others have told me it was a lily. I know not right now; if you know, would you tell me?
Author: Shenlong [the_solitary_dragon@hotmail.com]
Archive: Fanfiction.net, under Water Dragon, and my site, the_solitary_dragon.tripod.com.
Category: Romance, possible angst later
Keywords: 7th year, Harry, Silver stag
Rating: PG (Possibility of PG-13 later, but not likely)
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF
Warnings: SLASH, aka male/male relationships. Nothing graphic. Overuse of the word 'think' in one paragraph.
Summary: After the defeat of Voldemort, everything seems peachy-keen. But is it really? And who is that mysterious Animagus?
Author's Notes: Hm. A decent story, I should say, if I've ever written one. Try to guess the pairing. It's Harry/??. Hint: It's rather obvious, if you think about it. It's NOT incest, James does NOT come back to life, and it's not Harry/Ron. Ron's dead.
Dedication/thanks: For my beta, Ashkara. And for Jessica Chang, who told me she'd review. Schnoogles!
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. (Disclaimer used is from Fictionalley.org and/or RestrictedSection.org. Again, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.)
Prologue
The moon shone bright over Hogwarts. It was poised between the time of waxing and waning, right when it's full and round as a dinner plate. The cloudless sky proved to be no barrier to the silvery rays of moonshine gently illuminating the grounds and the forest around them.
It was the sort of night for lovers- a night to spend idly with the object of your affections, stargazing, or simply enjoying each other's company. In fact, in the Astronomy Tower, there were many couples doing just that- among other things.
Such nights always had Harry Potter thinking of his parents. It was sort of a roundabout way of thinking, actually. On nights of the full moon (when it was visible, at least) he couldn't help but think about his old Professor Lupin. That led to thinking about Sirius, as he had moved in with Lupin after the defeat of Voldemort. And thinking about Sirius, as always, made Harry think about his parents.
Perhaps he should have let go a long time ago. He had helped avenge his parents' murders, ridding the wizarding world of a malevolently Dark wizard. And, yet, there was something he could NOT let go of- he just couldn't pinpoint what it was.
~*~*~
On this such night, Harry happened to be particularly restless. That kind of night had never boded particularly well with Harry--last one had chanced upon him, he had nearly been caught wandering the school halls at night by Professor Snape.
So, though odds of him having a peaceful, safe night were rather against him, he decided to go out wandering.
And, like all such heroes, that was his undoing.
~*~*~
Harry raised his eyes to look at the moon. It was bright tonight, and he could almost see faint tinges of silvery-blue around the curved edges. The stars were visible in the cloudless sky, and he managed to find Sirius, the Big Dipper, and the North Star before giving up on Andromeda.
He found himself wandering around the Forbidden Forest. During the war with Voldemort, he had familiarized himself with the Forest, learning escape routes and land/air tactics in a forest, as well as on flat vs. rocky ground, and in water.
Now, after the defeat of Voldemort, he was drawn to the Forest on nights such as this, bright and clear. He remembered similar nights during the war, but so different. Fear had seeped through everyone's consciousness, and no one dared do anything so frivolous as take a moonlight walk with a lover, not when a Death-Eater could be behind any corner.
Presently, he came to a familiar glade. In daylight, it looked like the home of faeries, with a little pond, the soft loam around carpeted with dark green moss and a few narcissi [1]. Surrounded by gently swaying willow trees, the glade was truly a magical place-and more so at night. Silvery beams filtered through the long, pliant willow branches, glancing off the pond to make it appear like molten silver.
Harry stretched out on the soft moss, content to simply stare up at the dark sky. He felt more at peace there than he did while in his room, or with friends. There is something indescribable about being alone at night, in a time of peace such as this- to feel entirely at one with nature, instead of simply being an observer.
The night called to him. He heard the faint chirps of crickets and hoots of owls as if from far away, and, enveloped in the night, he could not help...but to fall asleep...
~*~*~
A figure, dressed in black robes, moved quickly through the Hogwarts hallways. His steps were fluid and even, and he only stopped once to snarl at a pair of first years staying out past curfew. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the cool, autumn air outside. His walk slowed to an amble, as if he cared not who saw him.
About 50 meters from the side entrance he used, the figure changed into a silver stag and bounded off into the forest.
~*~*~
Harry started to wake as the first traces of dawn were starting to touch the sky in the east. He could feel droplets of dew on the moss around him. There were still about two hours before his presence would be missed-if indeed anyone had gotten up early.
He felt something soft nudge him in the side. Frowning, he wriggled a bit, thinking it only a figment of his imagination, but it refused to go away. Harry blearily opened his eyes, only to look into the eyes of a magnificent silver stag.
~*~*~
To be continued...
~*~*~*~
Please, tell me how I'm doing. Tell me if I'm making any grammar mistakes, any canon mistakes, or anything. I'm looking to better my writing—so tell me what I'm doing wrong. Email me at the_solitary_dragon@hotmail.com or hit that handy review button if there is one. Please? (Note that I don't bother rewriting the HTML scripts differently for Fanficion.net, Soupficion.net, or my site, listed above.)
Footnotes: The current title may be identified as an altered version of a chapter title in C. S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. According to my memory, the chapter title is "The White Stag", not the "The Silver Stag". It is also a reference to the Prisoner of Azkaban. As you recall, Harry's Patronus comes out of his wand in the form of a silver stag.
[1] Some may recognize 'narcissi' as the source of Narcissa Malfoy's name. For those of you who don't know, Narcissus was the name of a young man in ancient Greco-Roman mythology. He fell in love with his reflection in a pool of water, and eventually was turned into the first narcissus flower, the plural of which, I believe, is narcissi. Please correct me if I'm wrong. I have heard that the narcissus is a daffodil; others have told me it was a lily. I know not right now; if you know, would you tell me?
