Kiss From a Rose

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that contains any of J.K. Rowling's work, she by far is much more experience in writing then I am at the current moment. This is her universe that I am using to produce works like Kiss from a Rose.

Author's Note: Due to the fact that the Fifth book is out the original Kiss from a Rose has been cancelled, but is replaced by a sixth year story. My hope is that this will succeed the originally Kiss from a Rose. Please read and review after you are finished I would like to hear what you, the reader has to say about the new Kiss from a Rose.

Chapter 1: A Choice –

Harry picked up his quill and his parchment and made his way outside and to the garden. Here was his private place ever since he had been cleaning it for his aunt. Harry had made it as if it was his second house, it certainly did feel like it was. He did all of his studying and work here it was peaceful away from the constant agony of thinking about Sirius. It was his garden, every so often he would find a snake who usually wondered why they could talk to Harry. It was welcoming at first but as the weeks passed it seemed more annoying, to him it was losing his last place that he could call his own. So after some time he eventually told them to stop coming and like most animals they respected his wishes, since then they never showed.

Harry was writing at first he didn't know to who or where but he just wrote. He wrote his thoughts, his emotions, his present state of life which happen to be gloomy and uncertainty. It wasn't a state of death nor was a state of life it in fact was a state of limbo for Harry. Death was all he had seen in the past two years, he himself was beginning to think that it wasn't him that Professor Trelawney always talked about; instead it was he people around him. Why was he feeling this way, he wrote, why does he want to rid himself of the torment that he lives with right now. Yet in a way he can't because he knows he is the only one that could stop Voldemort. Dumbledore said that he had to destroy Voldemort, what if he didn't, how many more would die? Hermione? Ron? His friends his family all would perish. It was a thought Harry didn't linger to long on, it hurt too much for him to even write it down.

Night fell quickly the fog was starting to roll into the small road of privet. It took no time for it to consume Harry's garden while he still sat in it writing down his thoughts. The light which he had put out the day before was barely enough to keep Harry writing. The fog had become like soup for it to shine, by now Harry had written about seven feet, most he had ever written before. He never turned to look back at it; it wasn't something he wanted to see cause he knew what it contained. Sighing softly under his breath Harry stood up to stretch, he casually looked around noting that the lights on the streets could barely shimmer through the dense fog. Vernon and Petunia could have cared less when Harry came back inside, in fact they would rather leave him there, but since the talk during the ending of the 5th year they decided to meet half way and give Harry a key to the house so that he could come back anytime he felt like it. For a minute Harry thought they would trust him a bit more but then he understood, it was fear of him that they did that. They fear Harry and how powerful he had become over the year and everyday he was only getting stronger. Just then Harry heard a noise through the thickness of the plantation which surrounded the garden. A slight hiss caught Harry's ear and his eyes shifted to the ground. There slid a small green garden snake with its tongue out tasting the air.

"Didn't I tell your kind to leave me?" Harry asked almost violently to the small snake, who at first didn't even notice that Harry had been standing there. The snake looked up at Harry, sticking its tongue out quickly before pulling it back in, and then it hissed back at Harry.

"Are you the one they call Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I am Harry Potter, why have you come during this time of night?" Harry said, this time not so forcibly.

"You are in grave danger Harry Potter." The snake blurted out.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. What's new?" Harry sarcastically said before sitting back down in his wire frame white chair. The snake moved closer to Harry's foot then stopped right before Harry's soaked worn shoes.

"May I, I'm cold?" asked the snake while looking up at Harry.

"Sure"

"Thank you" the snake slid up Harry's leg, which at first made Harry cringe a bit then he shifted his position in his chair making it more suitable for the both of them.

"What danger is it this time?" Harry asked with bitterness in his voice. His eyes didn't focus on the snake it wasn't proper to look a snake in the eyes. Harry had learned the hard way after being bit by one.

"It is not danger from the one you call Voldemort, --"

"How do you know about Voldemort?" Harry broke the snake speech.

"We animals know a lot of things, like this place here is a haven for food since you do not allow snake into this land" the snake responded.

"Go on," Harry sullenly said.

"The danger is from –"

"Vampires" a voice interrupted the snake once more, this made Harry jump to his feet and whipping out his wand in a matter of seconds, pointing it to the direction of the voice. There stood a tall man, in his mid twenties with sliver eyes and the palest skin Harry had seen. He dressed in all black from head to toe.

"Who are you, what are you doing here" Harry said in a shaky voice, though his hand was steady and ready to strike.

"Harry there is no need for the wand; I am not here to harm you. Actually I'm here to help you." The man said while moving closer to Harry. The snake coiled itself around Harry's leg which was covered by dirty worn jeans.

"Help me, how?" Harry raised a brow in questioning.

"Like I've helped so many others like you, ridding them of the pain and sorrow of life, ridding them of there lives which they so willingly hate because there isn't anything left to live for." As the man moved closer to Harry the snake seemed to tight its grip around Harry's leg. "Isn't that what you want Harry, don't' you want to never look back and remorse about your godfather's death?" Harry broke a tear in front of the man, just saying godfather was enough for Harry to break down.

"Leave me, please." Harry stuttered under the weight of his breath.

"Harry, I'm here to give you the choice." It only took an instant before the man had crossed five yards in a matter of milliseconds. He took Harry's arms as if they were rag dolls and sunk his teeth plainly into the veins in Harry's neck. To Harry life was passing by, death was coming as well as the deep recesses of blackness and grey. Then just as Harry could feel death coming, the man stopped and dropped Harry to the ground leaving so little life in Harry's body.

"Tomorrow Harry you will have to make a choice, you either taken my hand in guidance or die." With that lingering word Harry was left there on the verge of death still drips of blood hitting the soft soil. The snake slid onto the ground and quickly into the darkness leaving Harry alone under the fog and looking up into grey.

Next Chapter – The Decision

- It is always about the choices that we make, neither is right or wrong, yet the effects can be tremendous.

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