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Goldengirl2: Will do.
Eve Granger: This is what a Necromancer is: In the shadows, hidden from the light of day, spellcasters studied and perfected the ability to raise creatures from the dead. In time, their undead minions became truly effective pets and powerful. Considered the dark brotherhood of the arcane arts, necromancers, as they came to be known, dabble in death, using life forces in unspeakable ways to protect and empower themselves. Necromancers can be found among the dark elf, Erudite (heretics), gnome, and human. Of course harry won't be evil.
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bChapter 2b
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Harry woke up gripping his forehead to cover the light pouring out from his scare. He was used to the sharp excruciating pain by now. His new hypothesis was; Voldemorts evil plan was to kill him by lack of sleep. When the dreams would stop the scare would start to hurt and when the scare stopped the dreams would start. He quietly rose from the bed and, with his hand covering his care, he grabbed his invisibility cloak. He threw it over his body and walked out of the common room.
He loved the peace that engulfed the castle at night. He was walking around the grounds when he noticed a figure at the Quiddich (AN: to lazy to look up the spelling so if it's wrong complain about it in a review and be sure to spell it right as you do so. I'd appreciate it.)) Pitch. He walked over and observed the graceful motions of the flyer. Who ever it was had talent and a natural, maybe learned, poise. He watched until the person flew into the astronomy tower and into the castle.
Harry looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star fly by. He laid in the stands, on his back, with the cloak wrapped around his body for warmth. It was peaceful. He didn't like sleeping anyway. He could hide the bags and circles with a simple spell. He couldn't let his friends worry about him not sleeping. On average he received about two hours of sleep a night. He dosed off again for about thirty minutes, but woke up in pain. He sighed. Oh well.
What would his lessons be like? That was something to contemplate. What would he have to do? How do you learn to have power over the dead? These were a few questions he pondered over the next two hours. He watched the sunrise, then sneaked back to his common room He dressed quietly to not wake his dorm mates up. He didn't want to explain why he was up so early. He then journeyed to the Great Hall(AN: one word or two? I may some day get off my arse and look something up. I MAY.) for breakfast.
When he entered he noticed Malfoy sitting alone at his house table writing in a leather book. Malfoy looked somber about something. He was writing vigorously like his life depended on it. A single tear fell down his pale face. It shocked Harry and he couldn't believe it. What would Draco have to cry over other than his father? Harry had a feeling he had a lot to cry over, but for his own sake he minded his own business.
He quietly ate his food till he felt eyes boring into his skull. He looked up to see Malfoy glaring at him and if looks could kill He'd be dead. Harry looked at him questioningly. What was suddenly stuck up his butt? Malfoy rose and slowly walked over to the table. He had a poise about him that was threatening yet beautiful at the same time. Harry was a little awe struck. Malfoy leaned over and whispered in his ear in a low and deadly calm voice "You tell no one you saw me cry Potter. You'll regret it for the rest of your short life." Then he walked off in the same manner. Harry shivered.
He had never seen someone with the combination of beauty and danger. Well, not the way Malfoy had it. He finished his food and deciding not to be out done; he walked over to the table Malfoy was at and whispered in his ear in the same manner "Don't threaten me Malfoy. I've taken on far worse than you." He walked away in an elegant manner. The lesson today was going to be interesting.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur of people. When two came around he was actually thankful. Malfoy wouldn't expect him to talk. He was sick of talking. He was so tired of trying, so tired. He couldn't sleep either, so tired. So, so tired. He felt like breaking down, but he knew he couldn't. There was to many people depending on him. He had to carry the weight of the world alone and he would have to grin and bear. He was wearing thin and he knew it. This thing with Malfoy was certainly going to make Malfoy see another side of him. The weak one that he didn't want anyone to see, but he couldn't hold up under the pressure much longer.
He walked into the room he was told to meet Malfoy at by owl. He closed his eyes to regain his composure that was quickly leaving. ..::No tears. It can't get much worse than this::.. He looked up and saw Malfoy standing there looking at him quizzically.
"What Potter our lessons that bad?" He asked while sauntering over to him.
"No Malfoy, sadly enough, these lessons are the only thing that's keeping me going right now. Obligations to fulfil to the whole damn ungrateful world. Let's start." He replied tiredly while rubbing his temples.
Malfoy looked at him in a strange way and then nodded his head.
"Fine Potter. Save your problems for someone who gives a damn." He stated and sauntered up to Harry.
He held out his hand and Harry felt as if something was being ripped from him. He looked down and saw an orb with tiny strands of something in it. He looked up at Malfoy with a questioning look.
"Well, Potter the first lesson we're going to do is manipulation of other peoples energy. Their life energy is a simple way to put it."
He started tweaking one of the strands and Harry jumped. A bolt of electricity shot through him. It didn't feel all that bad either. Actually if felt good, very very good. Malfoy let the life energy go and it returned to Harry's tingling body. He looked at Malfoy.
"OK. How do you do it then?" He asked.
"Well, first you might want to put your hand right there." He placed Harry's hand on his chest. "It's harder the first time so contact usually makes it easier." He explained to Harry's questioning glance. "Now, concentrate on my energy, which basicly means focus on me."
Harry did as he was told and it wasn't hard to focus on Draco. He had a demanding-your-attention presence.
"Good, now then, visualize what your energy looked like inside of me and pretend like you're pulling it out in your mind."
Harry visualized it and he focused on it. He was almost forced backwards as it came out. He held it in his hands and looked at Draco.
"What now?" He asked in an unsure voice.
"OK, now just experiment with it and try not to hurt me too much Potter." Draco replied.
Harry nodded and gently tweaked a larger strand and looked at Draco. His face was blank but his eyes looked a little shocked.
"Yeah, that's enough. Put it back." Draco ordered in a calm voice but there was something else in the voice too.
"Um. OK." He put it back "What did I do?" He asked.
"Nothing you just found the strand that controls emotions and feelings. You also just happened to pluck it in just the right place and all on your first try." Draco said in a mocking tone with that something still there.
"Go Potter that's enough for now."
Harry nodded and left. What was Draco talking about, Just the right place. Wait, since when did it become Draco?
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It's incredibly short, but I have to go to a friends so be good little readers and review.
Lil-Upset-Penguin: Thanks!
the counter: What?
HuggyBuddy: I'm gonna try to update a lot. Writing keeps me sane. Thanks!
Miss Lesley: Thank you I was drawing a blank.
Kelei: True. That won't be coming till later. They hate each other and I'm not going to have them suddenly love each other with a passion.
Goldengirl2: Will do.
Eve Granger: This is what a Necromancer is: In the shadows, hidden from the light of day, spellcasters studied and perfected the ability to raise creatures from the dead. In time, their undead minions became truly effective pets and powerful. Considered the dark brotherhood of the arcane arts, necromancers, as they came to be known, dabble in death, using life forces in unspeakable ways to protect and empower themselves. Necromancers can be found among the dark elf, Erudite (heretics), gnome, and human. Of course harry won't be evil.
THANKS FOR THE REVIEW!
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bChapter 2b
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Harry woke up gripping his forehead to cover the light pouring out from his scare. He was used to the sharp excruciating pain by now. His new hypothesis was; Voldemorts evil plan was to kill him by lack of sleep. When the dreams would stop the scare would start to hurt and when the scare stopped the dreams would start. He quietly rose from the bed and, with his hand covering his care, he grabbed his invisibility cloak. He threw it over his body and walked out of the common room.
He loved the peace that engulfed the castle at night. He was walking around the grounds when he noticed a figure at the Quiddich (AN: to lazy to look up the spelling so if it's wrong complain about it in a review and be sure to spell it right as you do so. I'd appreciate it.)) Pitch. He walked over and observed the graceful motions of the flyer. Who ever it was had talent and a natural, maybe learned, poise. He watched until the person flew into the astronomy tower and into the castle.
Harry looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star fly by. He laid in the stands, on his back, with the cloak wrapped around his body for warmth. It was peaceful. He didn't like sleeping anyway. He could hide the bags and circles with a simple spell. He couldn't let his friends worry about him not sleeping. On average he received about two hours of sleep a night. He dosed off again for about thirty minutes, but woke up in pain. He sighed. Oh well.
What would his lessons be like? That was something to contemplate. What would he have to do? How do you learn to have power over the dead? These were a few questions he pondered over the next two hours. He watched the sunrise, then sneaked back to his common room He dressed quietly to not wake his dorm mates up. He didn't want to explain why he was up so early. He then journeyed to the Great Hall(AN: one word or two? I may some day get off my arse and look something up. I MAY.) for breakfast.
When he entered he noticed Malfoy sitting alone at his house table writing in a leather book. Malfoy looked somber about something. He was writing vigorously like his life depended on it. A single tear fell down his pale face. It shocked Harry and he couldn't believe it. What would Draco have to cry over other than his father? Harry had a feeling he had a lot to cry over, but for his own sake he minded his own business.
He quietly ate his food till he felt eyes boring into his skull. He looked up to see Malfoy glaring at him and if looks could kill He'd be dead. Harry looked at him questioningly. What was suddenly stuck up his butt? Malfoy rose and slowly walked over to the table. He had a poise about him that was threatening yet beautiful at the same time. Harry was a little awe struck. Malfoy leaned over and whispered in his ear in a low and deadly calm voice "You tell no one you saw me cry Potter. You'll regret it for the rest of your short life." Then he walked off in the same manner. Harry shivered.
He had never seen someone with the combination of beauty and danger. Well, not the way Malfoy had it. He finished his food and deciding not to be out done; he walked over to the table Malfoy was at and whispered in his ear in the same manner "Don't threaten me Malfoy. I've taken on far worse than you." He walked away in an elegant manner. The lesson today was going to be interesting.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur of people. When two came around he was actually thankful. Malfoy wouldn't expect him to talk. He was sick of talking. He was so tired of trying, so tired. He couldn't sleep either, so tired. So, so tired. He felt like breaking down, but he knew he couldn't. There was to many people depending on him. He had to carry the weight of the world alone and he would have to grin and bear. He was wearing thin and he knew it. This thing with Malfoy was certainly going to make Malfoy see another side of him. The weak one that he didn't want anyone to see, but he couldn't hold up under the pressure much longer.
He walked into the room he was told to meet Malfoy at by owl. He closed his eyes to regain his composure that was quickly leaving. ..::No tears. It can't get much worse than this::.. He looked up and saw Malfoy standing there looking at him quizzically.
"What Potter our lessons that bad?" He asked while sauntering over to him.
"No Malfoy, sadly enough, these lessons are the only thing that's keeping me going right now. Obligations to fulfil to the whole damn ungrateful world. Let's start." He replied tiredly while rubbing his temples.
Malfoy looked at him in a strange way and then nodded his head.
"Fine Potter. Save your problems for someone who gives a damn." He stated and sauntered up to Harry.
He held out his hand and Harry felt as if something was being ripped from him. He looked down and saw an orb with tiny strands of something in it. He looked up at Malfoy with a questioning look.
"Well, Potter the first lesson we're going to do is manipulation of other peoples energy. Their life energy is a simple way to put it."
He started tweaking one of the strands and Harry jumped. A bolt of electricity shot through him. It didn't feel all that bad either. Actually if felt good, very very good. Malfoy let the life energy go and it returned to Harry's tingling body. He looked at Malfoy.
"OK. How do you do it then?" He asked.
"Well, first you might want to put your hand right there." He placed Harry's hand on his chest. "It's harder the first time so contact usually makes it easier." He explained to Harry's questioning glance. "Now, concentrate on my energy, which basicly means focus on me."
Harry did as he was told and it wasn't hard to focus on Draco. He had a demanding-your-attention presence.
"Good, now then, visualize what your energy looked like inside of me and pretend like you're pulling it out in your mind."
Harry visualized it and he focused on it. He was almost forced backwards as it came out. He held it in his hands and looked at Draco.
"What now?" He asked in an unsure voice.
"OK, now just experiment with it and try not to hurt me too much Potter." Draco replied.
Harry nodded and gently tweaked a larger strand and looked at Draco. His face was blank but his eyes looked a little shocked.
"Yeah, that's enough. Put it back." Draco ordered in a calm voice but there was something else in the voice too.
"Um. OK." He put it back "What did I do?" He asked.
"Nothing you just found the strand that controls emotions and feelings. You also just happened to pluck it in just the right place and all on your first try." Draco said in a mocking tone with that something still there.
"Go Potter that's enough for now."
Harry nodded and left. What was Draco talking about, Just the right place. Wait, since when did it become Draco?
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It's incredibly short, but I have to go to a friends so be good little readers and review.