Harry jumped up, and was going to speak, but nothing came out. He
was a-a god! Well, he thought anyways, maybe now he could beat Voldemort,
as a god. But how did it happen, and who made it happen. Everything had a
reason right? He looked at Drake for a few more seconds before clearing
his thoughts and speaking, "I-i'm a-a god?" He asked.
Drake nodded slowly, "Well atleast I think, I mean, in all my years, and studies, it's the only thing I can think of. I don't know if you'll look different though. In most cases the 'god' is sharing your body, and they will have more control being strongest."
Drake smiled and sratched the back of his head, "You'll be going back to Hogwarts soon, and if you wish I would like to continue your training to help you with your powers. You super human strength, your elemental power, and your god form."
Harry just simply nodded trying to take in all the information that was given to him. It seemed hard to believe that he, him, Harry Potter, was a god, or part god anyways. A god was supposed to be immortal, he wondered how it worked, if he was immortal, couldn't he kill Voldemort, and not worry about leaving the people he loved and cared for? He looked at Drake, as Drake gazed at his amulet.
"Your Father, he has one too?" He asked. Drake looked up at him dropping the amulet, so it was hanging around his neck.
"Yeah, he does," He said staring at the floor,"Harry, I didn't mean to scare you, when I popped out of nowhere." Harry remembered back to that night.
"You didn't I'm just glad you were there. I might not have been to protect Hermione, if you didn't show up."
Drake nodded and smiled, "You would have been able to protect her even if I wasn't there. Your love for her would prevale, and leave you victorious." He said crossing his arms over his chest, "That's what you learn about love, and magic. Magic comes from your emotions, and love is your strongest emotion. Love conquers all, it's stronger than hate, and stronger than the strongest power."
Harry was dumbfounded, how could someone five years older than him, which was pretty young by wizards standards, know so much. But hadn't he been asking himself that for as long as he knew Drake, the man surprised him more everyday. With his power, his knowledge, and his ability to stay calm and not let rage control him. It was wonderful really, he didn't think he would ever be able to keep all his emotions in check, especially when he was fighting.
Drake gave a small chuckle, "Its funny really, I don't even know what kind of demon I am. But all the rumors i've heard point that i'm a dark lord, a god for the evil. Immortal, so to speak. I have found that I can be hurt, but not by normal weapons, and not most magics. Hurt by emotions, I can read them from people, a gift that's really not a gift. It's a consequence of having so much power. Not to sound rude, or mean, but people like you are what set my trigger off, you feel strongly about things, and they are always changing."
Harry gave a small laugh at what Drake said, which made Drake laugh as well. Harry felt as if he could tell Drake anything, like is own brother, maybe it was the age difference, or the fact that they could relate, whatever it was, it made Harry happy to have another friend. Since Ron was not present, and probably wouldn't be for awhile.
Drake picked up the bass and started playing it, Harry grinned and picked up the guitar, he too started playing. With each of them playing different tunes, it really didn't sound that great, it wasn't bad. Okay it was horrible, they were totally playing two different things, which should never be mixed. Drake and Harry laughed at the same time, making them laugh harder.
"Maybe we could play one of your Dad's songs Harry, maybe we could get Lupin to join us, and have a little performance for your birthday, which, if i'm correct, is not far away." Drake said between laughs.
"But I can't sing." Harry said ceasing his laughter.
"Want to bet?" He asked
"Uh...not really." Harry said fingering the cords on his guitar.
"Well it's settled then, how about you try to sing first, then we will make decisions." Drake said, smiling like a little kid. Harry looked at him, and gave a small laugh.
"Umm..okay. You've got yourself a deal.
Drake held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry took it and gave him a strong shake, "Hey, hey, I want to keep this arm." He said chuckling.
Harry smiled at him and went quiet, he didn't know what to sing, or even really how to sing. Drake laughed again, and walked over to the desk with papers everywhere. He searched the table for a few seconds before returning and handing the sheet to Harry. He studied it closely, it was a sheet of guitar cords with lyrics on it. Harry smiled and started practicing the cords while Drake just kept roaming the desk, looking for old things, and stuff he would remember.
Harry read the lyrics several times after he got the cords down, and Drake was playing absently on the bass, runnning around the room. Which Harry had to stop and laugh at a few times when he jumped up and down and played an upbeat tune. He almost couldnt' stop laughing when Drake jumped off the couch and fell still playing the bass.
Harry finally memorized the lyrics, and told Drake he was ready, Drake nodded and began to play with Harry. Harry took a deep breath before starting the song.
"Fear in me so deep, it gets the best of me. In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me. Here I stand, hold back so no one can see, I feel these wounds. Step down... Step down... Step." Harry sang, his voice clear and strong. Making the lyrics fit perfectly, it sounded as if he was really like his father. LIke he was guiding him through the song.
"Am I breaking? Can I break away? Push me away. Make me fall. Just to see, another side of me. Push me away. You can't see, what I see, the other side of me." Harry stopped singing for a second taking a pause in the middle after the chorus, and playing a small part on the guitar.
"Fall back on me. I'll be the strenght I need, to save me now. Just come face to face with me. Stay in place you'll be, the first to see, me heal these wounds. Step down... Step down... step."
"No one can see, everything on the otherside of me, I walk, I crawl. Losing everything and waiting for a downfall. No one can see anything on the other side of me, I walk, I crawl. Losing everything and wating for a downfall." He finished screaming out the lyrics, as the cords got deeper. He closed his eyes at the end and took a few deep breaths, but opened them when he heard clapping.
Drake stood there clapping slowly, a grin on his face, "I told you, your just like your Father, he could sing, and he could play guitar. Your so much like him, even your voice sounds like him. All the girls will be swooning over Harry Potter this year."
"Well there is only one girl I really want swooning from." Harry said laughing.
"Oh...a certain, brown haired girl, with deep brown chocolate eyes." He said laughing and winking at Harry.
"Yes," Harry said taking the guitar off and placing it down,"I think i'll head to bed now." Drake nodded and placed the bass down.
"Don't worry about going to Diagon Alley this year Harry. We didn't think it was really safe, so Tonks and Lupin will be getting your and Hermione's things." Harry nodded and left the room Drake following closely behind.
Harry bid Drake goodnight, and changed into his boxers. He looked at his clock. He may have skipped dinner, but to be honest, he wasn't really hungry. He quickly made his way over towards his door, and ran across the hall to Hermione and Ginny's room. He knocked on the door, he hoped Hermione was the one who answered, otherwise, it might be a bit embarassing. It was his luck though because it was Hermione who answered.
As soon as she opened the door, she jumped at him and embraced him. He laughed and pressed his lips against hers. She smiled against his lips and he did too. He pulled away and ran a hand through her hair. She leaned into his touch, and he grinned from ear to ear. While he cupped her face, the other hand slid up and down her side.
"Miss me?" She asked. He could remember her asking him this before he smiled at the thought.
"No, I was just walking by and decided to stop and see if Ginny was here." He said sarcastically. She frowned and Harry heard a distinct 'ha ha' come from somewhere in the room. She smiled and hit him playfully against the chest. He laughed, "Oww...I was just joking, you know I always miss you, when your not by my side." He said softly.
She beamed and leaned up to kiss him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck hugged him. He placed his head on top of hers, loving the smell, that was simply Hermione, "I wanted to say goodnight." He whispered to her.
She looked up at him, "Goodnight." She whispered back, earning one more kiss from him. He smiled as he pulled back and walked over to his door, he turned around and saw that Hermione was still standing in her doorway.
"Goodnight, my love." He said giving her a cheeky grin.
"Goodnight." She responded quietly as she shut the door, giving him a small grin.
Harry closed the door behind himself and leaned against it. He sighed, he really didn't know how he could love someone that much, but wasn't able to tell her. He knew she had feelings beyond friendship for him, but didn't know if they rivaled love. He wasn't sure what love was either, he didn't really have nothing to compare it to. He just knew that he loved her, and that was the end of the story.
Harry walked over to his bed and layed down, once he had taken off his glasses he decided, he loved to play the guitar, maybe it ran in the family. Drake said he sounded like his father when he sang, maybe that came from his father also. That was only a couple more things on the list that people said reminded him of his father. He pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes, hoping to dream about Hermione, and his parents, and for once, not Voldemort, or death.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes, his room was still dark, he put his glasses on and looked at his clock. It said it was only four in the morning. He thought back to his dream and blushed. His dream Hermione was wonderful, most likely it was the best dream he had, had. He tossed his covers back and grabbed some clothes and headed to his bathroom.
He felt a little lonely this morning waking up with out Hermione, but the dream he had, really made up for it. He smiled at just the mere thought of his dream. Once Harry had showered, got dressed and brushed his teeth, he made his way out into his bedroom. He slipped on his shoes and looked at his appearance in the mirror.
His hair needed a good trim, because it hung down in his eyes, and looked even more black, if that was possible. He wore some black baggy pants with green stitching (a/n: like the ones in the begining of the story...with red stitching). His shirt was a little big, but not so big that it didn't fit him properly. It was black and had 'Trapt' in green block letters. He had a necklace with spikes on it, and a braclet on each wrist that had large spikes. On his feet there were big black leather boots, with straps on them.
He ran his and through his hair making it stick up where it was still wet. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was five. He walked over to the fireplace, pressed the button and walked into the hall, leading to the music room. Once he was in the room he took a glance around all the pictures, his green orbs then fell on the desk, that was still as messy as the last time he had seen it.
Harry walked over to the desk, and turned on the small lamp that was sitting on the table. It surprised him that even with the all the dust on it, it still was shining as bright as ever. He took a seat by the small desk and began rumaging through the papers, making the desk clean. He sorted papers and picked up empty ink bottles and broken quills.
All the papers, were stacked in piles according to their names, even though Harry was really not an organized person he liked it the way it was. He paused as he was about to lay a paper down on the desk. His eyes quickly skimmed over it as he read the lines of lyrics.
How have you been, nice to see you again
How quickly these conversations seem to end
You meet a friend, every now and then
How quickly these relations turn into trends
Put all your walls up and open your windows
And close all your doors
Find yourself standing in front of the mirror
And now you need more
So what do you wish for
To catch you as your falling
So easy to ignore
But now you here it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you (This lonely game that you play)
Between your walls you confuse (Every heart that you break)
So afraid that you'll lose (Always a void to replace)
I wouldn't want to play you
You try and pretend the truth is hard to bend
How easy these translations can be read
What if you were lead to play a different game instead
How hard these frustrations are, they are to mend
So what do you wish for
To catch you as your falling
So easy to ingnore
But now you hear it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you (This lonely game that you play)
Between your walls you confuse (Every heart that you break)
So afraid that you'll lose (Always a void to replace)
I wouldn't want to play you
Does it matter to you? Does it matter to you?
Does it matter to you? Does it matter to....
So what do you wish for
To catch you as your falling
So easy to ignore
But now you hear it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you (This lonely game that you play)
Between your walls you confuse (Every heart that you break)
So afraid that you'll lose (Always a void to replace)
I wouldn't want to play you
Just wait, just wait
Just wait......
Harry liked these lyrics he looked at the bottom of the page and there was faded writing. He took a closer look, it read 'by James Potter' The lyrics were good and he could just imagine the tune and beat that would go with it. What really struck him as odd, was who did his dad write about? Every song is about something isn't it?
He smiled and walked over to the guitar, he picked it up, and started playing tunes, and trying to sing some of the lyrics, trying to make it sound perfect. Since the lyrics didn't come with what cords should be played. After about a half an hour, he finally found a good tune, he played cords that he had never played together before, and the somehow sounded right to him.
"How have you been, nice to see you again. How quickly these conversations seem to end. You meet a friend, every now and then. How quickly this relations turn into trends." Harry paused for a second and looked up, "Put all your walls up and open your windows, and close all your doors. Find yourself standing in front of the mirror, and now you need more. So what do you wish for to catch you as you're falling. So easy to ignore, but now you hear it calling again. I wouldn't want to play you, between your walls you confuse, so afraid that you'll lose, I wouldn't want to play you."
"You try and pretend, the truth is hard to bend. How easy these translations can be read. what if you were to led to play a different game instead. How these frustrations are, they are to mend. Put all your walls up and open your windows, and close all your doors. Find yourself standing in front of the mirror, and now you need more. So what do you wish for, to catch you as you're falling. So easy to ignore, but now you hear it calling again. I wouldn't want to play you, between your walls you confuse, so afraid that you'll lose, I wouldn't want to play you." Harry then through in a small guitar solo, trying to make the music more interesting.
"Does it matter to you, does it matter to you, does it matter to you, does it matter to.....So what do you wish for, to catch you as you're falling. So easy to ignore, but now you hear it calling again. I wouldn't want to play you, between your walls you confuse, so afraid that you'll lose, I wouldn't want to play you. Just wait...Just wait... Just wait......" Harry finished the song and looked up, Lupin stood in the doorway clapping with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Very nice job Harry. Very, very nice." Remus chuckled and watched as Harry blushed from embarassment.
"T-thanks." Harry muttered sratching the back of his head, and looking down at his feet.
"Oh! Umm....breakfast is ready, and I think a certain brown haired girl would like to see you. I guess that means you haven't told her about this place yet, or that you even play guitar." Lupin smiled, "She came down the stairs screaming like a mad woman when she couldn't find you. It was actually pretty scary."
"Oh..I'll be right down."
"Great. Nice outfit, Harry." Lupin replied leaving the room.
Harry gave a small smile, and set the guitar down. He then walked out of the room and down the stairs, as soon as his foot hit the bottom step he flew backwards, and landed on the stairs with a bushy haired girl in his arms, choking him in a big hug.
"Harry I was so worried when you didn't answer the door, and when I opened it you weren't in your room...I-i didn't know where you were....and I just....was scared." She said pulling back to look at him, "Where were you?"
"In the bathroom, I must not have heard you." He said offering her a small smile.
"Oh, okay." Harry looked in her eyes, and knew she probably didn't really believe him. He just couldn't tell her about it, as much as he loved her, he wanted to keep it a secret. As soon as the time was right though, he would tell her, and that time wasn't very long.
He sat up and lifted her up when he stood, liking his new strength. She laughed and wiggled out of his arms. She turned and beamed up at him he placed his hand on the side of her face, and leaned into kiss her, but she pulled back. He looked at her shocked, "Don't ever scare me like that again."
He smiled, "I won't." He whispered kissing her softly on the lips. She returned the kiss and rested her hands on his chest. When they broke apart she smiled up at him, and he smiled back, together they walked into the kitchen, holding hands.
~*~
After breakfast, Harry had chased Hermione up the stairs, when she got into his room, he pounced on her and started tickling her. It lasted about a whole five minutes before Hermione couldn't breathe and begged him to stop. He laughed and set her down on the bed. They sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence, and the presence of each other.
Harry looked over at Hermione she had her eyes closed, and a warm smile was playing on her lips. He gently touched his hand to her lips, and traced them. Her long eyelashes fluttered open and looked at him curiously. His smooth fingers ran over her soft lips. He loved the feeling of her lips, he bent down and kissed them softly.
Hermione had closed her eyes, when he bent down, knowing what he wanted, and knowing she wanted it too. He kissed her softly, loving the taste of her. He let his lips linger on hers for a moment taking in her taste and remembering it so he would never forget, even if he lost his memory. His lips moved to her cheek kissing it gently.
Harry pulled back and looked into her eyes. It was a storm of emotions, they brought him comfort, warmth, and understanding. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him to her. She kissed him, as he kissed back hungerly. She could feel his tongue pressing on her lips, asking for access, and she granted it. His tongue intertwined with hers in a never ending battle.
Their tongues exploring eachothers mouths. Learning every curve and space inside, the emotion passing between the two was huge. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as her hands tangled in his hair. Harry gave a soft moan from the pleasure he was experiencing. He pulled back taking a deep breath, and staring at the face of the woman he loved.
She was smiling at him, trying to catch her breath also. He drew his hand up, and pushed aside a few fallen strands of her bushy hair. He then kissed her where the hair used to lay. He traced patterns on her face with his lips, loving the feeling of them so close together, and loving the feeling of being able to touch her.
Hermione simple just layed there, enjoying the feeling he was giving her. A satisfied small on her lips, which was quickly ended when his lips came crashing down on hers. She returned the kiss resuming running her fingers through his silky locks. Harry's right arm rested comfortably around her waist, while his left hand held the back of her head.
They broke apart and both grinned. Harry laid down beside her pulling her to him. She nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing him lightly. He rested both of his arms around her waist. As they rested in the bed, birds chirping lightly outside the window. All the thoughts drifting from their minds, as they laid in complete silence.
The scene seemed so peaceful and serene, everything was perfect, or as perfect as you could think of. If someone was to spy on them, they would see two young teenagers, very much in love with eachother. In fact three people were spying on them, for in the corner of the room in the shadows, stood three misty figures. The same that had been appearing over the course of the time Harry and Hermione had spent there.
The three figures stood in the corner silently watching the two as they laid on the bed. A small dinging sound was heard, and the three figures disappeared from sight, as quickly as the noise was heard. The two teenagers were so wrapped up in eachother neither noticed the noise. They simply just laid there.
A knock was heard at the door and both sat up quickly, Harry however, stopped Hermione and got up himself to answer the door. Outside stood Drake he was leaning against the wall his head pointing towards the ground. Harry gave him a curious look before speaking, "Can I help you?"
Drake looked up and gave Harry a serious look, "Umm....I need to speak with you."
"Okay..."
"In..uh...private." Drake said looking around.
"Okay, give me a second." Harry turned around and walked over to Hermione who was propped up on her elbows, and giving him a worried look. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, "I'll be right back, I have to speak with Drake."
Hermione nodded and Harry walked out of the room closing the door behind him, then Drake led him to the same white room they had been in when Harry had over exerted himself. Harry spotted two white chairs sitting in the middle of the room and took a seat; Drake taking the seat opposite of him.
"So...um...you wanted to talk to me."
"Uh..yes, I did, I mean I do." Drake sighed, "Anyways, i've found some information on your condition, some that probably won't make you very happy."
"What is it?" Harry asked sitting straight up in his chair.
"Your abilities they came from some old tale. The one with the scar, shall obtain the power of the shape. Which is why you can make lightning. Your powers came from an angel, and they only give powers for good reasons. Another thing is losing your memory. It's not just losing your memory, what ever controls the power inside of you takes the surface. You have no control as to when you can get back in control. What I am trying to say, is when this..other you, takes over, they may share the same feelings about stuff, but aren't you at all. They won't remember anything that has happened to you, and you won't remember anything that has happened to them. Are you with me?"
Harry nodded, raising his eyebrows, who knew things could be so....so confusing. Something told him that what ever was happening to him, was going to get very, very complicated. He didn't know if Drake knew all the answers as to what could happen to him.
"Side effects, might be the worst. The loss of energy, the headaches, and the burning of your chest are just a few. Even though I haven't found what may cause you chest to...burn yet, when I do, I will tell you. Those, though, are the least of your problems. If your power increases more, than what you have shown me, it may cause a serious...breakdown. You'll become weak, and won't have the energy to barely lift you head, it may even cause you to die." Drake's face looked grim as he spoke.
Harry stood up suddenly, "Your telling me, that even with all this power, that you say I have, that could help me defeat Voldemort. T-that I could die, just from the amount of power I would use."
"It's not that Harry...it's that it could fry your brain, and kill your cells inside your body. I haven't ran any tests but i'm pretty sure that's what would happen. You would have to have a very high tolerence for pain to control it."
Harry stood silent staring at the floor, with all great news, there is always bad news, he thought, looking up. Drake was looking at a piece of paper in his hand,"If you don't mind, I would like to run some tests now." He placed the piece of paper in his cloak pocket, and looked up at Harry, "It would only take a few minutes."
"Okay, I guess."
Drake gave him a small smile before clapping his hands and making the chairs disappear. He took out his amulet and closed his eyes. Harry stepped back as Drake began to transform. He watched until Drake in the demon form stood before him, his red eyes giving off an eerie glow.
"Alright Harry, first I'm gonna test you on endurance in the physical and mental form, okay?"
"Sure."
Drake held up his hands and closed them into fists, "When I come at you, block me." He took a couple of steps back and closed his eyes. Harry's eyes widened as he watched on, he didn't know what was going on, but is sure as hell wasn't gonna be fun. Drake's eyes snapped open, and he let out a low gutteral roar, and charged towards Harry.
Using what little time he had to think, Harry threw his arms up to cover his face. Drake plowed into him, knocking him down, and against a wall. For some reason it didn't really hurt, and he climbed back to his feet. Time seemed to slow down as he saw a fist flying towards him, he ducked, and time seem to return to normal. Drake's fist flew past where his head should have been, but he wasn't really thinking as something hit him in the back of the head.
Harry stumbled forward and fell to his knees, he turned around to see Drake's back to him his arm out to his side. He grabbed his head and stood up. "Attack me." Drake muttered.
"Huh?" Harry asked still holding his head.
"Attack-me." Drake said again never turning around.
Harry was confused by all of it, why would Drake want him to attack him. How could he attack someone and not really have the desire to hurt them at all. He sighed and glanced down at his hands, which now formed fists. He looked up and envisioned the one person who made everything bad for him, and lately made things impossible. Drake's form turned a pale white, his eyes stayed red, and he wore a black cloak.
Without hesitation he lunged himself at Voldemort (Really Drake). His right fist coming up to punch him in the back of the head, his left hand staying at his side but ready to be released from the invisible strings holding it back. Before he could make contact with anything Drake spun around and captured his fist, and his other hand shot into Harry's gut, his hand igniting on fire just before impact.
Hary's vision blurred as his glasses fell from his face. He could feel the pain surging through his body in large waves of heat. His mind was blank, and his face was turning pale. His fists became tighter, until his hands were bleeding from his fingernails. Harry's eyes rolled back into his head for a split second, then the pain stopped.
He fell to his knees and tried to grab the floor for support. He was panting from lack of oxygen, he had failed to realize that he wasn't breathing through the ordeal. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he looked up at Drake, who was back in his normal form and crouching over him.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned placing his hands on his knees.
Harry blinked a few times before responding, "Yeah, I think so."
"Well I think it was successful!" He exclaimed standing up.
Harry looked at him puzzled as Drake helped him up to his feet. Drake just smiled, and searched Harry for any visible damage. Once he was done inspecting him he pulled the piece of paper he had earlier out, and looked at it closely.
"What is that?"
"Some notes I took. I'm just checking to see if I got this right."
"Got what right?" Harry questioned and winced as he tried to walk.
Drake looked up at him and placed the picture back in his pocket, "Can you umm...lift up your shirt?
Harry nodded, and lifted up his shirt. He gasped at what he saw, there was a large red mark like a circle on his stomach just above the waist where Drake had punched him. He touched it lightly and winced again. The outside of it was red and swollen, and the inside was purple, blue, and yellow mixed. It was about the size of a fist.
He looked up at Drake to find him smiling. He had to take a double look, how could Drake be smiling about making a giant bruise on his stomach. "What may I ask, is so amusing about you giving me a bruise?"
"Well, it didn't kill you for one. Two you didn't pass out. Three it will go away momentarily." Drake answered simply.
"What do you mean, didn't kill me, or make me pass out?"
"I gave you an energy blast, and on full impact, it only left a bruise. Usually I can give someone internal injuries with that move. They usually don't make it within a few minutes. The ones who can stand it usually pass out from pain, and most go into a coma. Hitting you was like hitting steel." He said holding up his hand which was purple and bruising.
Harry gave him a perplexed look before looking down at his stomach. The bruise slowly faded, and when he moved he didn't feel any pain at all anymore. He dropped his shirt, so it covered him once again and looked up at Drake who was staring at his hand.
"Well, you passed the endurance test."
Harry gave him a small smile, "Is that all?"
"For now, I think I might have to let this heal." The blonde answered motioning to his hand.
Harry smiled and left the room Drake still standing in the same spot staring at his hand. He walked back down to his room, to find Hermione laying down on her back. Her feet were hanging off the bed and there was a smile on his face. Her eyes were closed as she relaxed, her arms were thrown over her head as she took a deep breath. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in her beauty.
He leaned against the door way and just stared at her. A smile playing on his lips as he watched her silently. Quickly he walked over to the bed, without making a sound. She opened her eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She grinned up at him and leaned up to hug him.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine." For the most part Harry wanted to tell Hermione about him having this new found identity. He just didn't want her to worry, he knew he couldn't keep it from her forever, but he had to try. He didn't want her to get hurt, and this was probably the best option he had so far.
"Are you sure?" She asked again pulling back and looking him in the eyes.
He grinned, "Yes, I'm sure everythings just fine."
She sighed and hugged him again. "I missed you." She whispered to him.
"And I you, but i'm back now, and we're together."
Silence fell over the two as they sat in eachothers arms. The only sound was the people below in the kitchen, and other people in their rooms. Some pacing, others asleep, or writing. Harry closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. Voldemort had killed or hurt everyone he ever loved. He couldn't let it happen to Hermione, but had no way of approaching the situation without hurting her. If he told her he couldn't go through with it, she would be upset. If he didn't give her a reason and just break off any contact he had with her while at Hogwarts, she would be safe, but even more upset.
Things were never simple, especially when your Harry Potter. He looked at Hermione who was leaning her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, she seemed to be thinking. He ran his hand through her hair, and kissed her gently on the cheek. He loved her, and he knew it, but he couldn't tell her. They would be going back to Hogwarts soon, and if he told her, then broke it off, even if she did accept his love, would she love him back just the same? He couldn't claim he loved her, and then leave her.
Questions formed inside his mind as thoughts formed inside Hermione's also. They silence was dead quiet. They sat there for what seemed like only a few seconds, but turned out being atleast an hour. It got darker as the sun moved away from the window. Finally they broke the silence.
"Kiss me."
"Huh?" Asked Harry coming out of his trance.
"Kiss me." She repeated pulling back and looking at him.
He looked at her confused, but leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He pulled her closer, kissing her harder. His lips trying to tell her, he would miss her if they had to go apart, and informing her of just how much he loved her. Hers trying to tell him the same thing. Both though, never really getting the message.
His hands fell to her sides and grabbed on to the edge of her shirt. Her hands grabbing his shoulders, as she pulled back to take a breath before pressing her lips to his again. Their heads were spinning, the only thing in their worlds were eachother, everything else was put aside, and nothing mattered more than eachother.
Harry's tongue entered Hermione's mouth, their tongues dueled, darting in and out of eachothers mouths. He layed her down gently onto the bed, never breaking the battle between their tongues, or their mouths. His hand laid down on her side as she wrapped her arms around his neck once again. They pulled away, and Harry rested his forehead on hers. He closed his eyes trying to catch his breath, but then opened them and stared into Hermione's dark brown eyes. Drowining in them, as Hermione stared into his just the same.
He never wanted any of this to end. He wanted to be with her until the end of time. Not until one of them was killed or, Voldemort wasn't dead. If Voldemort never died, he would never be able to hold her like this, especially not in public. It wasn't the most promising of situations, and he would do anything to avoid it.
~*~
Harry and Hermione sat down at the dinner table, after Harry had been given the biggest hug in his life by Mrs. Weasley. She was glad to see he was alright, since she was busy and wasn't able to speak to him the past few days. Drake sat across from them scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Harry was staring at Lupin who sat next to him and was reading something, and trying to explain it to him.
Hermione looked at Drake, and her gaze fell upon his hand, which was still bruised and didn't look real healthy, "What happened to your hand Drake?"
This made Harry look at him nervously, Drake glance at him before returning his gaze to Hermione, "I uh..was training and made an...error in my move," He made a funny face as he looked at his hand, "Next time I won't underestimate the wall."
Hermione let out a small laugh as Drake laughed also. Harry gave a sigh of relief before turning back to Lupin as they continued their talk about elements.
~*~
A/N: I know it's really really short, well, by my definition. I have lots of ideas that I have to sort out, and do stupid History homework. It's up a bit later than I wanted it to be, but I think I got the main point through, that I was trying to make anyways. If you don't get it, you will next chapter. The first song used in this story is Trust Co.'s "Downfall.". The second song is Trapt's "The Game". Thanks, and review!!
Drake nodded slowly, "Well atleast I think, I mean, in all my years, and studies, it's the only thing I can think of. I don't know if you'll look different though. In most cases the 'god' is sharing your body, and they will have more control being strongest."
Drake smiled and sratched the back of his head, "You'll be going back to Hogwarts soon, and if you wish I would like to continue your training to help you with your powers. You super human strength, your elemental power, and your god form."
Harry just simply nodded trying to take in all the information that was given to him. It seemed hard to believe that he, him, Harry Potter, was a god, or part god anyways. A god was supposed to be immortal, he wondered how it worked, if he was immortal, couldn't he kill Voldemort, and not worry about leaving the people he loved and cared for? He looked at Drake, as Drake gazed at his amulet.
"Your Father, he has one too?" He asked. Drake looked up at him dropping the amulet, so it was hanging around his neck.
"Yeah, he does," He said staring at the floor,"Harry, I didn't mean to scare you, when I popped out of nowhere." Harry remembered back to that night.
"You didn't I'm just glad you were there. I might not have been to protect Hermione, if you didn't show up."
Drake nodded and smiled, "You would have been able to protect her even if I wasn't there. Your love for her would prevale, and leave you victorious." He said crossing his arms over his chest, "That's what you learn about love, and magic. Magic comes from your emotions, and love is your strongest emotion. Love conquers all, it's stronger than hate, and stronger than the strongest power."
Harry was dumbfounded, how could someone five years older than him, which was pretty young by wizards standards, know so much. But hadn't he been asking himself that for as long as he knew Drake, the man surprised him more everyday. With his power, his knowledge, and his ability to stay calm and not let rage control him. It was wonderful really, he didn't think he would ever be able to keep all his emotions in check, especially when he was fighting.
Drake gave a small chuckle, "Its funny really, I don't even know what kind of demon I am. But all the rumors i've heard point that i'm a dark lord, a god for the evil. Immortal, so to speak. I have found that I can be hurt, but not by normal weapons, and not most magics. Hurt by emotions, I can read them from people, a gift that's really not a gift. It's a consequence of having so much power. Not to sound rude, or mean, but people like you are what set my trigger off, you feel strongly about things, and they are always changing."
Harry gave a small laugh at what Drake said, which made Drake laugh as well. Harry felt as if he could tell Drake anything, like is own brother, maybe it was the age difference, or the fact that they could relate, whatever it was, it made Harry happy to have another friend. Since Ron was not present, and probably wouldn't be for awhile.
Drake picked up the bass and started playing it, Harry grinned and picked up the guitar, he too started playing. With each of them playing different tunes, it really didn't sound that great, it wasn't bad. Okay it was horrible, they were totally playing two different things, which should never be mixed. Drake and Harry laughed at the same time, making them laugh harder.
"Maybe we could play one of your Dad's songs Harry, maybe we could get Lupin to join us, and have a little performance for your birthday, which, if i'm correct, is not far away." Drake said between laughs.
"But I can't sing." Harry said ceasing his laughter.
"Want to bet?" He asked
"Uh...not really." Harry said fingering the cords on his guitar.
"Well it's settled then, how about you try to sing first, then we will make decisions." Drake said, smiling like a little kid. Harry looked at him, and gave a small laugh.
"Umm..okay. You've got yourself a deal.
Drake held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry took it and gave him a strong shake, "Hey, hey, I want to keep this arm." He said chuckling.
Harry smiled at him and went quiet, he didn't know what to sing, or even really how to sing. Drake laughed again, and walked over to the desk with papers everywhere. He searched the table for a few seconds before returning and handing the sheet to Harry. He studied it closely, it was a sheet of guitar cords with lyrics on it. Harry smiled and started practicing the cords while Drake just kept roaming the desk, looking for old things, and stuff he would remember.
Harry read the lyrics several times after he got the cords down, and Drake was playing absently on the bass, runnning around the room. Which Harry had to stop and laugh at a few times when he jumped up and down and played an upbeat tune. He almost couldnt' stop laughing when Drake jumped off the couch and fell still playing the bass.
Harry finally memorized the lyrics, and told Drake he was ready, Drake nodded and began to play with Harry. Harry took a deep breath before starting the song.
"Fear in me so deep, it gets the best of me. In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me. Here I stand, hold back so no one can see, I feel these wounds. Step down... Step down... Step." Harry sang, his voice clear and strong. Making the lyrics fit perfectly, it sounded as if he was really like his father. LIke he was guiding him through the song.
"Am I breaking? Can I break away? Push me away. Make me fall. Just to see, another side of me. Push me away. You can't see, what I see, the other side of me." Harry stopped singing for a second taking a pause in the middle after the chorus, and playing a small part on the guitar.
"Fall back on me. I'll be the strenght I need, to save me now. Just come face to face with me. Stay in place you'll be, the first to see, me heal these wounds. Step down... Step down... step."
"No one can see, everything on the otherside of me, I walk, I crawl. Losing everything and waiting for a downfall. No one can see anything on the other side of me, I walk, I crawl. Losing everything and wating for a downfall." He finished screaming out the lyrics, as the cords got deeper. He closed his eyes at the end and took a few deep breaths, but opened them when he heard clapping.
Drake stood there clapping slowly, a grin on his face, "I told you, your just like your Father, he could sing, and he could play guitar. Your so much like him, even your voice sounds like him. All the girls will be swooning over Harry Potter this year."
"Well there is only one girl I really want swooning from." Harry said laughing.
"Oh...a certain, brown haired girl, with deep brown chocolate eyes." He said laughing and winking at Harry.
"Yes," Harry said taking the guitar off and placing it down,"I think i'll head to bed now." Drake nodded and placed the bass down.
"Don't worry about going to Diagon Alley this year Harry. We didn't think it was really safe, so Tonks and Lupin will be getting your and Hermione's things." Harry nodded and left the room Drake following closely behind.
Harry bid Drake goodnight, and changed into his boxers. He looked at his clock. He may have skipped dinner, but to be honest, he wasn't really hungry. He quickly made his way over towards his door, and ran across the hall to Hermione and Ginny's room. He knocked on the door, he hoped Hermione was the one who answered, otherwise, it might be a bit embarassing. It was his luck though because it was Hermione who answered.
As soon as she opened the door, she jumped at him and embraced him. He laughed and pressed his lips against hers. She smiled against his lips and he did too. He pulled away and ran a hand through her hair. She leaned into his touch, and he grinned from ear to ear. While he cupped her face, the other hand slid up and down her side.
"Miss me?" She asked. He could remember her asking him this before he smiled at the thought.
"No, I was just walking by and decided to stop and see if Ginny was here." He said sarcastically. She frowned and Harry heard a distinct 'ha ha' come from somewhere in the room. She smiled and hit him playfully against the chest. He laughed, "Oww...I was just joking, you know I always miss you, when your not by my side." He said softly.
She beamed and leaned up to kiss him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck hugged him. He placed his head on top of hers, loving the smell, that was simply Hermione, "I wanted to say goodnight." He whispered to her.
She looked up at him, "Goodnight." She whispered back, earning one more kiss from him. He smiled as he pulled back and walked over to his door, he turned around and saw that Hermione was still standing in her doorway.
"Goodnight, my love." He said giving her a cheeky grin.
"Goodnight." She responded quietly as she shut the door, giving him a small grin.
Harry closed the door behind himself and leaned against it. He sighed, he really didn't know how he could love someone that much, but wasn't able to tell her. He knew she had feelings beyond friendship for him, but didn't know if they rivaled love. He wasn't sure what love was either, he didn't really have nothing to compare it to. He just knew that he loved her, and that was the end of the story.
Harry walked over to his bed and layed down, once he had taken off his glasses he decided, he loved to play the guitar, maybe it ran in the family. Drake said he sounded like his father when he sang, maybe that came from his father also. That was only a couple more things on the list that people said reminded him of his father. He pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes, hoping to dream about Hermione, and his parents, and for once, not Voldemort, or death.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes, his room was still dark, he put his glasses on and looked at his clock. It said it was only four in the morning. He thought back to his dream and blushed. His dream Hermione was wonderful, most likely it was the best dream he had, had. He tossed his covers back and grabbed some clothes and headed to his bathroom.
He felt a little lonely this morning waking up with out Hermione, but the dream he had, really made up for it. He smiled at just the mere thought of his dream. Once Harry had showered, got dressed and brushed his teeth, he made his way out into his bedroom. He slipped on his shoes and looked at his appearance in the mirror.
His hair needed a good trim, because it hung down in his eyes, and looked even more black, if that was possible. He wore some black baggy pants with green stitching (a/n: like the ones in the begining of the story...with red stitching). His shirt was a little big, but not so big that it didn't fit him properly. It was black and had 'Trapt' in green block letters. He had a necklace with spikes on it, and a braclet on each wrist that had large spikes. On his feet there were big black leather boots, with straps on them.
He ran his and through his hair making it stick up where it was still wet. He glanced at the clock and noticed that it was five. He walked over to the fireplace, pressed the button and walked into the hall, leading to the music room. Once he was in the room he took a glance around all the pictures, his green orbs then fell on the desk, that was still as messy as the last time he had seen it.
Harry walked over to the desk, and turned on the small lamp that was sitting on the table. It surprised him that even with the all the dust on it, it still was shining as bright as ever. He took a seat by the small desk and began rumaging through the papers, making the desk clean. He sorted papers and picked up empty ink bottles and broken quills.
All the papers, were stacked in piles according to their names, even though Harry was really not an organized person he liked it the way it was. He paused as he was about to lay a paper down on the desk. His eyes quickly skimmed over it as he read the lines of lyrics.
How have you been, nice to see you again
How quickly these conversations seem to end
You meet a friend, every now and then
How quickly these relations turn into trends
Put all your walls up and open your windows
And close all your doors
Find yourself standing in front of the mirror
And now you need more
So what do you wish for
To catch you as your falling
So easy to ignore
But now you here it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you (This lonely game that you play)
Between your walls you confuse (Every heart that you break)
So afraid that you'll lose (Always a void to replace)
I wouldn't want to play you
You try and pretend the truth is hard to bend
How easy these translations can be read
What if you were lead to play a different game instead
How hard these frustrations are, they are to mend
So what do you wish for
To catch you as your falling
So easy to ingnore
But now you hear it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you (This lonely game that you play)
Between your walls you confuse (Every heart that you break)
So afraid that you'll lose (Always a void to replace)
I wouldn't want to play you
Does it matter to you? Does it matter to you?
Does it matter to you? Does it matter to....
So what do you wish for
To catch you as your falling
So easy to ignore
But now you hear it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you (This lonely game that you play)
Between your walls you confuse (Every heart that you break)
So afraid that you'll lose (Always a void to replace)
I wouldn't want to play you
Just wait, just wait
Just wait......
Harry liked these lyrics he looked at the bottom of the page and there was faded writing. He took a closer look, it read 'by James Potter' The lyrics were good and he could just imagine the tune and beat that would go with it. What really struck him as odd, was who did his dad write about? Every song is about something isn't it?
He smiled and walked over to the guitar, he picked it up, and started playing tunes, and trying to sing some of the lyrics, trying to make it sound perfect. Since the lyrics didn't come with what cords should be played. After about a half an hour, he finally found a good tune, he played cords that he had never played together before, and the somehow sounded right to him.
"How have you been, nice to see you again. How quickly these conversations seem to end. You meet a friend, every now and then. How quickly this relations turn into trends." Harry paused for a second and looked up, "Put all your walls up and open your windows, and close all your doors. Find yourself standing in front of the mirror, and now you need more. So what do you wish for to catch you as you're falling. So easy to ignore, but now you hear it calling again. I wouldn't want to play you, between your walls you confuse, so afraid that you'll lose, I wouldn't want to play you."
"You try and pretend, the truth is hard to bend. How easy these translations can be read. what if you were to led to play a different game instead. How these frustrations are, they are to mend. Put all your walls up and open your windows, and close all your doors. Find yourself standing in front of the mirror, and now you need more. So what do you wish for, to catch you as you're falling. So easy to ignore, but now you hear it calling again. I wouldn't want to play you, between your walls you confuse, so afraid that you'll lose, I wouldn't want to play you." Harry then through in a small guitar solo, trying to make the music more interesting.
"Does it matter to you, does it matter to you, does it matter to you, does it matter to.....So what do you wish for, to catch you as you're falling. So easy to ignore, but now you hear it calling again. I wouldn't want to play you, between your walls you confuse, so afraid that you'll lose, I wouldn't want to play you. Just wait...Just wait... Just wait......" Harry finished the song and looked up, Lupin stood in the doorway clapping with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Very nice job Harry. Very, very nice." Remus chuckled and watched as Harry blushed from embarassment.
"T-thanks." Harry muttered sratching the back of his head, and looking down at his feet.
"Oh! Umm....breakfast is ready, and I think a certain brown haired girl would like to see you. I guess that means you haven't told her about this place yet, or that you even play guitar." Lupin smiled, "She came down the stairs screaming like a mad woman when she couldn't find you. It was actually pretty scary."
"Oh..I'll be right down."
"Great. Nice outfit, Harry." Lupin replied leaving the room.
Harry gave a small smile, and set the guitar down. He then walked out of the room and down the stairs, as soon as his foot hit the bottom step he flew backwards, and landed on the stairs with a bushy haired girl in his arms, choking him in a big hug.
"Harry I was so worried when you didn't answer the door, and when I opened it you weren't in your room...I-i didn't know where you were....and I just....was scared." She said pulling back to look at him, "Where were you?"
"In the bathroom, I must not have heard you." He said offering her a small smile.
"Oh, okay." Harry looked in her eyes, and knew she probably didn't really believe him. He just couldn't tell her about it, as much as he loved her, he wanted to keep it a secret. As soon as the time was right though, he would tell her, and that time wasn't very long.
He sat up and lifted her up when he stood, liking his new strength. She laughed and wiggled out of his arms. She turned and beamed up at him he placed his hand on the side of her face, and leaned into kiss her, but she pulled back. He looked at her shocked, "Don't ever scare me like that again."
He smiled, "I won't." He whispered kissing her softly on the lips. She returned the kiss and rested her hands on his chest. When they broke apart she smiled up at him, and he smiled back, together they walked into the kitchen, holding hands.
~*~
After breakfast, Harry had chased Hermione up the stairs, when she got into his room, he pounced on her and started tickling her. It lasted about a whole five minutes before Hermione couldn't breathe and begged him to stop. He laughed and set her down on the bed. They sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence, and the presence of each other.
Harry looked over at Hermione she had her eyes closed, and a warm smile was playing on her lips. He gently touched his hand to her lips, and traced them. Her long eyelashes fluttered open and looked at him curiously. His smooth fingers ran over her soft lips. He loved the feeling of her lips, he bent down and kissed them softly.
Hermione had closed her eyes, when he bent down, knowing what he wanted, and knowing she wanted it too. He kissed her softly, loving the taste of her. He let his lips linger on hers for a moment taking in her taste and remembering it so he would never forget, even if he lost his memory. His lips moved to her cheek kissing it gently.
Harry pulled back and looked into her eyes. It was a storm of emotions, they brought him comfort, warmth, and understanding. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him to her. She kissed him, as he kissed back hungerly. She could feel his tongue pressing on her lips, asking for access, and she granted it. His tongue intertwined with hers in a never ending battle.
Their tongues exploring eachothers mouths. Learning every curve and space inside, the emotion passing between the two was huge. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as her hands tangled in his hair. Harry gave a soft moan from the pleasure he was experiencing. He pulled back taking a deep breath, and staring at the face of the woman he loved.
She was smiling at him, trying to catch her breath also. He drew his hand up, and pushed aside a few fallen strands of her bushy hair. He then kissed her where the hair used to lay. He traced patterns on her face with his lips, loving the feeling of them so close together, and loving the feeling of being able to touch her.
Hermione simple just layed there, enjoying the feeling he was giving her. A satisfied small on her lips, which was quickly ended when his lips came crashing down on hers. She returned the kiss resuming running her fingers through his silky locks. Harry's right arm rested comfortably around her waist, while his left hand held the back of her head.
They broke apart and both grinned. Harry laid down beside her pulling her to him. She nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing him lightly. He rested both of his arms around her waist. As they rested in the bed, birds chirping lightly outside the window. All the thoughts drifting from their minds, as they laid in complete silence.
The scene seemed so peaceful and serene, everything was perfect, or as perfect as you could think of. If someone was to spy on them, they would see two young teenagers, very much in love with eachother. In fact three people were spying on them, for in the corner of the room in the shadows, stood three misty figures. The same that had been appearing over the course of the time Harry and Hermione had spent there.
The three figures stood in the corner silently watching the two as they laid on the bed. A small dinging sound was heard, and the three figures disappeared from sight, as quickly as the noise was heard. The two teenagers were so wrapped up in eachother neither noticed the noise. They simply just laid there.
A knock was heard at the door and both sat up quickly, Harry however, stopped Hermione and got up himself to answer the door. Outside stood Drake he was leaning against the wall his head pointing towards the ground. Harry gave him a curious look before speaking, "Can I help you?"
Drake looked up and gave Harry a serious look, "Umm....I need to speak with you."
"Okay..."
"In..uh...private." Drake said looking around.
"Okay, give me a second." Harry turned around and walked over to Hermione who was propped up on her elbows, and giving him a worried look. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, "I'll be right back, I have to speak with Drake."
Hermione nodded and Harry walked out of the room closing the door behind him, then Drake led him to the same white room they had been in when Harry had over exerted himself. Harry spotted two white chairs sitting in the middle of the room and took a seat; Drake taking the seat opposite of him.
"So...um...you wanted to talk to me."
"Uh..yes, I did, I mean I do." Drake sighed, "Anyways, i've found some information on your condition, some that probably won't make you very happy."
"What is it?" Harry asked sitting straight up in his chair.
"Your abilities they came from some old tale. The one with the scar, shall obtain the power of the shape. Which is why you can make lightning. Your powers came from an angel, and they only give powers for good reasons. Another thing is losing your memory. It's not just losing your memory, what ever controls the power inside of you takes the surface. You have no control as to when you can get back in control. What I am trying to say, is when this..other you, takes over, they may share the same feelings about stuff, but aren't you at all. They won't remember anything that has happened to you, and you won't remember anything that has happened to them. Are you with me?"
Harry nodded, raising his eyebrows, who knew things could be so....so confusing. Something told him that what ever was happening to him, was going to get very, very complicated. He didn't know if Drake knew all the answers as to what could happen to him.
"Side effects, might be the worst. The loss of energy, the headaches, and the burning of your chest are just a few. Even though I haven't found what may cause you chest to...burn yet, when I do, I will tell you. Those, though, are the least of your problems. If your power increases more, than what you have shown me, it may cause a serious...breakdown. You'll become weak, and won't have the energy to barely lift you head, it may even cause you to die." Drake's face looked grim as he spoke.
Harry stood up suddenly, "Your telling me, that even with all this power, that you say I have, that could help me defeat Voldemort. T-that I could die, just from the amount of power I would use."
"It's not that Harry...it's that it could fry your brain, and kill your cells inside your body. I haven't ran any tests but i'm pretty sure that's what would happen. You would have to have a very high tolerence for pain to control it."
Harry stood silent staring at the floor, with all great news, there is always bad news, he thought, looking up. Drake was looking at a piece of paper in his hand,"If you don't mind, I would like to run some tests now." He placed the piece of paper in his cloak pocket, and looked up at Harry, "It would only take a few minutes."
"Okay, I guess."
Drake gave him a small smile before clapping his hands and making the chairs disappear. He took out his amulet and closed his eyes. Harry stepped back as Drake began to transform. He watched until Drake in the demon form stood before him, his red eyes giving off an eerie glow.
"Alright Harry, first I'm gonna test you on endurance in the physical and mental form, okay?"
"Sure."
Drake held up his hands and closed them into fists, "When I come at you, block me." He took a couple of steps back and closed his eyes. Harry's eyes widened as he watched on, he didn't know what was going on, but is sure as hell wasn't gonna be fun. Drake's eyes snapped open, and he let out a low gutteral roar, and charged towards Harry.
Using what little time he had to think, Harry threw his arms up to cover his face. Drake plowed into him, knocking him down, and against a wall. For some reason it didn't really hurt, and he climbed back to his feet. Time seemed to slow down as he saw a fist flying towards him, he ducked, and time seem to return to normal. Drake's fist flew past where his head should have been, but he wasn't really thinking as something hit him in the back of the head.
Harry stumbled forward and fell to his knees, he turned around to see Drake's back to him his arm out to his side. He grabbed his head and stood up. "Attack me." Drake muttered.
"Huh?" Harry asked still holding his head.
"Attack-me." Drake said again never turning around.
Harry was confused by all of it, why would Drake want him to attack him. How could he attack someone and not really have the desire to hurt them at all. He sighed and glanced down at his hands, which now formed fists. He looked up and envisioned the one person who made everything bad for him, and lately made things impossible. Drake's form turned a pale white, his eyes stayed red, and he wore a black cloak.
Without hesitation he lunged himself at Voldemort (Really Drake). His right fist coming up to punch him in the back of the head, his left hand staying at his side but ready to be released from the invisible strings holding it back. Before he could make contact with anything Drake spun around and captured his fist, and his other hand shot into Harry's gut, his hand igniting on fire just before impact.
Hary's vision blurred as his glasses fell from his face. He could feel the pain surging through his body in large waves of heat. His mind was blank, and his face was turning pale. His fists became tighter, until his hands were bleeding from his fingernails. Harry's eyes rolled back into his head for a split second, then the pain stopped.
He fell to his knees and tried to grab the floor for support. He was panting from lack of oxygen, he had failed to realize that he wasn't breathing through the ordeal. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he looked up at Drake, who was back in his normal form and crouching over him.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned placing his hands on his knees.
Harry blinked a few times before responding, "Yeah, I think so."
"Well I think it was successful!" He exclaimed standing up.
Harry looked at him puzzled as Drake helped him up to his feet. Drake just smiled, and searched Harry for any visible damage. Once he was done inspecting him he pulled the piece of paper he had earlier out, and looked at it closely.
"What is that?"
"Some notes I took. I'm just checking to see if I got this right."
"Got what right?" Harry questioned and winced as he tried to walk.
Drake looked up at him and placed the picture back in his pocket, "Can you umm...lift up your shirt?
Harry nodded, and lifted up his shirt. He gasped at what he saw, there was a large red mark like a circle on his stomach just above the waist where Drake had punched him. He touched it lightly and winced again. The outside of it was red and swollen, and the inside was purple, blue, and yellow mixed. It was about the size of a fist.
He looked up at Drake to find him smiling. He had to take a double look, how could Drake be smiling about making a giant bruise on his stomach. "What may I ask, is so amusing about you giving me a bruise?"
"Well, it didn't kill you for one. Two you didn't pass out. Three it will go away momentarily." Drake answered simply.
"What do you mean, didn't kill me, or make me pass out?"
"I gave you an energy blast, and on full impact, it only left a bruise. Usually I can give someone internal injuries with that move. They usually don't make it within a few minutes. The ones who can stand it usually pass out from pain, and most go into a coma. Hitting you was like hitting steel." He said holding up his hand which was purple and bruising.
Harry gave him a perplexed look before looking down at his stomach. The bruise slowly faded, and when he moved he didn't feel any pain at all anymore. He dropped his shirt, so it covered him once again and looked up at Drake who was staring at his hand.
"Well, you passed the endurance test."
Harry gave him a small smile, "Is that all?"
"For now, I think I might have to let this heal." The blonde answered motioning to his hand.
Harry smiled and left the room Drake still standing in the same spot staring at his hand. He walked back down to his room, to find Hermione laying down on her back. Her feet were hanging off the bed and there was a smile on his face. Her eyes were closed as she relaxed, her arms were thrown over her head as she took a deep breath. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in her beauty.
He leaned against the door way and just stared at her. A smile playing on his lips as he watched her silently. Quickly he walked over to the bed, without making a sound. She opened her eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She grinned up at him and leaned up to hug him.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine." For the most part Harry wanted to tell Hermione about him having this new found identity. He just didn't want her to worry, he knew he couldn't keep it from her forever, but he had to try. He didn't want her to get hurt, and this was probably the best option he had so far.
"Are you sure?" She asked again pulling back and looking him in the eyes.
He grinned, "Yes, I'm sure everythings just fine."
She sighed and hugged him again. "I missed you." She whispered to him.
"And I you, but i'm back now, and we're together."
Silence fell over the two as they sat in eachothers arms. The only sound was the people below in the kitchen, and other people in their rooms. Some pacing, others asleep, or writing. Harry closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. Voldemort had killed or hurt everyone he ever loved. He couldn't let it happen to Hermione, but had no way of approaching the situation without hurting her. If he told her he couldn't go through with it, she would be upset. If he didn't give her a reason and just break off any contact he had with her while at Hogwarts, she would be safe, but even more upset.
Things were never simple, especially when your Harry Potter. He looked at Hermione who was leaning her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, she seemed to be thinking. He ran his hand through her hair, and kissed her gently on the cheek. He loved her, and he knew it, but he couldn't tell her. They would be going back to Hogwarts soon, and if he told her, then broke it off, even if she did accept his love, would she love him back just the same? He couldn't claim he loved her, and then leave her.
Questions formed inside his mind as thoughts formed inside Hermione's also. They silence was dead quiet. They sat there for what seemed like only a few seconds, but turned out being atleast an hour. It got darker as the sun moved away from the window. Finally they broke the silence.
"Kiss me."
"Huh?" Asked Harry coming out of his trance.
"Kiss me." She repeated pulling back and looking at him.
He looked at her confused, but leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He pulled her closer, kissing her harder. His lips trying to tell her, he would miss her if they had to go apart, and informing her of just how much he loved her. Hers trying to tell him the same thing. Both though, never really getting the message.
His hands fell to her sides and grabbed on to the edge of her shirt. Her hands grabbing his shoulders, as she pulled back to take a breath before pressing her lips to his again. Their heads were spinning, the only thing in their worlds were eachother, everything else was put aside, and nothing mattered more than eachother.
Harry's tongue entered Hermione's mouth, their tongues dueled, darting in and out of eachothers mouths. He layed her down gently onto the bed, never breaking the battle between their tongues, or their mouths. His hand laid down on her side as she wrapped her arms around his neck once again. They pulled away, and Harry rested his forehead on hers. He closed his eyes trying to catch his breath, but then opened them and stared into Hermione's dark brown eyes. Drowining in them, as Hermione stared into his just the same.
He never wanted any of this to end. He wanted to be with her until the end of time. Not until one of them was killed or, Voldemort wasn't dead. If Voldemort never died, he would never be able to hold her like this, especially not in public. It wasn't the most promising of situations, and he would do anything to avoid it.
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Harry and Hermione sat down at the dinner table, after Harry had been given the biggest hug in his life by Mrs. Weasley. She was glad to see he was alright, since she was busy and wasn't able to speak to him the past few days. Drake sat across from them scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Harry was staring at Lupin who sat next to him and was reading something, and trying to explain it to him.
Hermione looked at Drake, and her gaze fell upon his hand, which was still bruised and didn't look real healthy, "What happened to your hand Drake?"
This made Harry look at him nervously, Drake glance at him before returning his gaze to Hermione, "I uh..was training and made an...error in my move," He made a funny face as he looked at his hand, "Next time I won't underestimate the wall."
Hermione let out a small laugh as Drake laughed also. Harry gave a sigh of relief before turning back to Lupin as they continued their talk about elements.
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A/N: I know it's really really short, well, by my definition. I have lots of ideas that I have to sort out, and do stupid History homework. It's up a bit later than I wanted it to be, but I think I got the main point through, that I was trying to make anyways. If you don't get it, you will next chapter. The first song used in this story is Trust Co.'s "Downfall.". The second song is Trapt's "The Game". Thanks, and review!!