He is a god in my eyes, that man,
Given to sit in front of you
And close to himself sweetly to hear
The sound of you speaking.
Your magical laugh--this I swear-
Batters my heart--my breast astir-
My voice when I see you suddenly near
Refuses to come.
My tongue breaks up and a delicate fire
Runs through my flesh; I see not a thing
With my eyes, and all that I hear
In my ears is a hum.
The sweat runs down, a shuddering takes
Me in every part and pale as the drying
Grasses, then, I think I am near
The moment of dying.
-Sappho 'I More Than Envy Him'
Translated by: Paul Roche
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Six: What?
By: MostEvilKitten
Sirius didn't leave Harry's side for the next two days. He sat and watched as the boy's chest rose and fell with every breath he took. As Sirius watched his godson sleep he was plotting all the things that he could do to those evil-gits of Muggles that dared called themselves Harry's relatives.
Severus had been in the room a couple of times during the last couple of days, but he wasn't there for too long, because he had a couple of things that he had to do for both Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Sirius knew of Severus' spy status for a while now, and he gained some respect for his old rival when he would notice the condition Severus was in every time he came back from one of the Death Eater meetings that he had to go to.
Severus would come back to the little cottage covered in his own blood and suffering from the after affect of certain curses that Sirius knew about from being an Aruor before going to Azkaban. In these times Sirius had to care for both Severus and Harry. It was lucky for Sirius that Severus kept the right potions on stock in the cottage.
Right now Sirius was sitting in the room watching Harry with an anxious expression. He was remembering the times that he babysat for James and Lily. He remembered how he would lay on their couch holding the small baby that was Harry. He remembered how small the boy was and how innocence the boy looked as he slept there on his chest. Remembering this would bring tears to the older man's eyes.
He wanted Harry to wake up so that he could comfort him, because lately Harry was restless in the bed, as if he was reliving everything that happened to him since the beginning of the summer, but that was impossible... Wasn't it?
Harry was in a magical coma and Sirius didn't think you could dream in a magical coma. It was kind of like taking a great amount of dreamless sleep potion, in that you couldn't dream, but every now and then Harry would stir in the bed and whimper as if someone was hurting him.
In these times Sirius would instinctively jump to his feet and go to Harry's bed and start trying to wake the boy from his sleep, but Harry would not wake, which made him worry even more.
What if Harry never woke up from this magical coma? What if he stays this way forever, just out of his reach to comfort him? These thoughts are why Sirius was sitting in the chair next to Harry's bed with an anxious expression.
"Sirius?" a cold silky voice pulled him out of though. Sirius looked towards the door where Severus stood looking at Harry sleep for a moment before turning to Sirius. "I thought that we could go get Harry's things form that house tonight. Now that Harry has seemed to be alright to be on his own for a while."
Sirius looked at Severus suspired at the quiet almost tender tone that he spoke in and upset about thinking about leaving the side of his godson. He wanted to be there if Harry woke up or if anything happened, but the fact was that Harry wasn't going to wake up any time soon and nothing had happened in the last couple of days that made him think that anything bad would happen.
"I don't know. I don't want to leave Harry." Sirius said quietly, as if he might wake Harry if he spoke any louder.
"Sirius, Harry will be fine. I will put a charm on him to tell us if he so much as bats an eye." Severus said trying to get Sirius to come. He didn't want to see those Muggles by himself; he needed someone else with him, so that he wouldn't do anything... drastic, like blowing up the whole block.
Sirius looked Severus in the eye and sighed. He really didn't want to leave Harry's side, but then he thought about the thing that those Muggles did to the boy and it got his blood boiling. Anger filled him and he wanted to kill each and every single one of those people who lived in the house.
"Fine. I will go with you." Sirius said with an anger filled tone that Severus remembered from his days at Hogwarts as a student. Severus nodded that the other man and then spoke again.
"We will leave in a couple of hours, so get ready."
Sirius nodded to the darker man as he left the room. When his glance fell back on Harry his anger welled up even more. Those disgusting Muggles had dared touch his godson like that. Oh they were going to pay. Oh yes they were.
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Meanwhile about two hundred miles away in a certain Manor a boy the same age as Harry was sitting down to eat dinner with his family. Draco Malfoy was really everything that the rumors floating around Hogwarts said that he was. He was a proud pureblood wizard from a dark family, a proud Slytherin who hated Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers with the same passion as a Gryffindor hated the Dark Lord.
But the only thing that wasn't true about the rumors was that he really didn't hated Harry Potter. Yes he was angry with him for choosing a Weasley over him, a Weasley of all people, and every time Harry would do or say something insulting about Draco or his family his anger only raised more, but he didn't hate Harry.
Harry was too Slytherin to be a true Gryffindor and with that strong Slytherin part to Harry, Draco knew that he could bring Harry over to the Slytherin way of thinking sooner or later, with the right amount of... seducing, he could have Harry and would present him to his Master.
Yes, that was the plan that he had been cooking up for the last month. It would start slow, but sooner or later he would have Harry. The boy won't know what hit him, and when he presented Harry to the Dark Lord he would be rewarding beyond his wildest dreams with power beyond that of his own father.
That was what he was thinking as he sat at the dinner table having a polite dinner with his parents. His mother sat across the table from him eating her food with a regal air that always amazed him, how could she look like royalty in everything she did. She even look like calm composed royalty even when she was having sex, and Draco knew this because he would watch his mother have sex with her lovers when she thought that Lucius and Draco were out.
He knew that most children would winkle their noses and try to picture anything else than their parents having sex, but for Draco he actually got off when he would watch other people have sex it didn't matter who it was. He just loved to watch the beautiful act of people having sex. The way the people would moan out the other person's name (hopefully). The way the bodies arched and the wonderful sounds that came from people having sex.
Now don't take him wrong, he love to do the act as much or even more that watching someone else do it, but he still love to watch. He first watched his mother when he came back from Hogwarts in the summer between his third and fourth year. He had accidentally walked in on his mother in bed with someone other than his father.
He was frozen at the doorway for what seemed like hours just watching the two of them pleasure each other in ways that Draco would have never thought about. Before either of the two people in bed knew that he was there, he closed the door carefully and went to his room to relief his own aching erection. The next year at Hogwarts he was probably the most over sexed person among the students and even the Professors. It didn't matter who it was, what house they were in or even what sex they were. If they could pleasure him it was good enough.
He didn't care who knew what he was doing, because he knew that no one would openly call him on it. He was one of the pure bloods, upper class students in school and they were only rumors, not proof. He knew all too well how to stop rumors about him. By creating rumors that are more scandalizes about someone else, and he had the perfect rumor this year.
He was going to tell everyone a great and foolproof lie about Harry Potter. He was going to make everyone turn their backs on him, so that the only person he could come to was Draco. It was going to be perfect. He was thinking about that as two owls flew through the window.
One went to Draco and the other one went to his father. The one that went to his father was the owl that always brought the Daily Prophet and the one that went to Draco was a Hogwarts school owl that had brought this years letter with the booklists and announcements about who will be prefects starting this year. He knew by how big the letter was that he was the new Slytherin prefect, but this year the letters were heavier that usual.
He opened his letter and the first thing that came out of the envelope was the beautiful new golden prefects badge. He looked it over a couple of times with a smirk that would rival the ones that Professor Snape would give to the Gryffindors when he took away house points.
He carefully placed the badge on the table next to his plate and then pulled out the pieces of parchment that where left in the envelope. The first piece was his formal letter to Hogwarts and his congratulations on becoming a prefect, the next piece of parchment was his book list, and the next was more interesting there was two parts to this letter.
The first part was an announcement about the coming school year. It seemed that there was going to be a resorting of a couple of people who were fifth years or higher. Their names would be picked at the welcoming feast and they will be resorted into their new houses after the first years were sorted into theirs. Draco looked at this announcement with disbelief.
This was an outrage. What if his name was picked would he have to go to a new house, but then he saw the last sentence in the announcement telling the students that if their name was picked that there was a chance that they could be sorted back into their original house. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Good because there was no way that he was leaving Slytherin house.
His mother must have seen his expression of relief on his face, because she ask him was the matter was.
"Well mother they have this announcement letter they gave out to the students." He said as he looked down at the piece of parchment and as he started to tell his mother about the first announcement he started to read the second announcement. "They want to resort about eight students fifth year and up in order to promote Interhouse Relation."
Draco stopped explaining and gasped as he read the second announcement. When he was finished with it he dropped the parchment on the table and a shaky hand covered his mouth. He stared down at the parchment ignoring the worried expressions on his mother and father's face. His skin was paler than usual.
"What is it Draco?" he heard his father say, but he didn't know how to answer. He just kept on staring at the parchment until his father picked it up and read it for himself.
"What is it Lucius?" his mother asked his father.
"How could this be? Potter dead?" gasped Lucius.
"What?" Mrs. Malfoy asked.
"Right here is says. 'All students are invited to the funeral of Harry James Potter, which will be held on the day the term starts. Those of you who will be attending will be excused from classes. Harry Potter was kidnapped from his relative's house and was soon after killed. It will be a closed casket due to the fact that the boy's body has not yet been found. He will be buried at the Hogwarts cemetery so that he can be close to the place that he always considered his home." Lucius stopped and arched his eyebrow. "Well if they don't have a body then how do they know that he is indeed dead?"
There was a heavy silence in the Malfoy dining room as Lucius thought about his question careful, as did Draco. His father had a point, how did they know that Harry was dead if they didn't have a body. Not long after Lucius asked the question he excused himself from the table and headed for the nearest fireplace. He was gone with a flash of green light, leaving Draco and his mother to think about the question.
"Well if you are not dead, Potter, then where are you?" Draco thought to himself as he looked thoughtfully at the parchment, which was signed by the Headmaster himself. "Where are you?"
Given to sit in front of you
And close to himself sweetly to hear
The sound of you speaking.
Your magical laugh--this I swear-
Batters my heart--my breast astir-
My voice when I see you suddenly near
Refuses to come.
My tongue breaks up and a delicate fire
Runs through my flesh; I see not a thing
With my eyes, and all that I hear
In my ears is a hum.
The sweat runs down, a shuddering takes
Me in every part and pale as the drying
Grasses, then, I think I am near
The moment of dying.
-Sappho 'I More Than Envy Him'
Translated by: Paul Roche
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Six: What?
By: MostEvilKitten
Sirius didn't leave Harry's side for the next two days. He sat and watched as the boy's chest rose and fell with every breath he took. As Sirius watched his godson sleep he was plotting all the things that he could do to those evil-gits of Muggles that dared called themselves Harry's relatives.
Severus had been in the room a couple of times during the last couple of days, but he wasn't there for too long, because he had a couple of things that he had to do for both Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Sirius knew of Severus' spy status for a while now, and he gained some respect for his old rival when he would notice the condition Severus was in every time he came back from one of the Death Eater meetings that he had to go to.
Severus would come back to the little cottage covered in his own blood and suffering from the after affect of certain curses that Sirius knew about from being an Aruor before going to Azkaban. In these times Sirius had to care for both Severus and Harry. It was lucky for Sirius that Severus kept the right potions on stock in the cottage.
Right now Sirius was sitting in the room watching Harry with an anxious expression. He was remembering the times that he babysat for James and Lily. He remembered how he would lay on their couch holding the small baby that was Harry. He remembered how small the boy was and how innocence the boy looked as he slept there on his chest. Remembering this would bring tears to the older man's eyes.
He wanted Harry to wake up so that he could comfort him, because lately Harry was restless in the bed, as if he was reliving everything that happened to him since the beginning of the summer, but that was impossible... Wasn't it?
Harry was in a magical coma and Sirius didn't think you could dream in a magical coma. It was kind of like taking a great amount of dreamless sleep potion, in that you couldn't dream, but every now and then Harry would stir in the bed and whimper as if someone was hurting him.
In these times Sirius would instinctively jump to his feet and go to Harry's bed and start trying to wake the boy from his sleep, but Harry would not wake, which made him worry even more.
What if Harry never woke up from this magical coma? What if he stays this way forever, just out of his reach to comfort him? These thoughts are why Sirius was sitting in the chair next to Harry's bed with an anxious expression.
"Sirius?" a cold silky voice pulled him out of though. Sirius looked towards the door where Severus stood looking at Harry sleep for a moment before turning to Sirius. "I thought that we could go get Harry's things form that house tonight. Now that Harry has seemed to be alright to be on his own for a while."
Sirius looked at Severus suspired at the quiet almost tender tone that he spoke in and upset about thinking about leaving the side of his godson. He wanted to be there if Harry woke up or if anything happened, but the fact was that Harry wasn't going to wake up any time soon and nothing had happened in the last couple of days that made him think that anything bad would happen.
"I don't know. I don't want to leave Harry." Sirius said quietly, as if he might wake Harry if he spoke any louder.
"Sirius, Harry will be fine. I will put a charm on him to tell us if he so much as bats an eye." Severus said trying to get Sirius to come. He didn't want to see those Muggles by himself; he needed someone else with him, so that he wouldn't do anything... drastic, like blowing up the whole block.
Sirius looked Severus in the eye and sighed. He really didn't want to leave Harry's side, but then he thought about the thing that those Muggles did to the boy and it got his blood boiling. Anger filled him and he wanted to kill each and every single one of those people who lived in the house.
"Fine. I will go with you." Sirius said with an anger filled tone that Severus remembered from his days at Hogwarts as a student. Severus nodded that the other man and then spoke again.
"We will leave in a couple of hours, so get ready."
Sirius nodded to the darker man as he left the room. When his glance fell back on Harry his anger welled up even more. Those disgusting Muggles had dared touch his godson like that. Oh they were going to pay. Oh yes they were.
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Meanwhile about two hundred miles away in a certain Manor a boy the same age as Harry was sitting down to eat dinner with his family. Draco Malfoy was really everything that the rumors floating around Hogwarts said that he was. He was a proud pureblood wizard from a dark family, a proud Slytherin who hated Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers with the same passion as a Gryffindor hated the Dark Lord.
But the only thing that wasn't true about the rumors was that he really didn't hated Harry Potter. Yes he was angry with him for choosing a Weasley over him, a Weasley of all people, and every time Harry would do or say something insulting about Draco or his family his anger only raised more, but he didn't hate Harry.
Harry was too Slytherin to be a true Gryffindor and with that strong Slytherin part to Harry, Draco knew that he could bring Harry over to the Slytherin way of thinking sooner or later, with the right amount of... seducing, he could have Harry and would present him to his Master.
Yes, that was the plan that he had been cooking up for the last month. It would start slow, but sooner or later he would have Harry. The boy won't know what hit him, and when he presented Harry to the Dark Lord he would be rewarding beyond his wildest dreams with power beyond that of his own father.
That was what he was thinking as he sat at the dinner table having a polite dinner with his parents. His mother sat across the table from him eating her food with a regal air that always amazed him, how could she look like royalty in everything she did. She even look like calm composed royalty even when she was having sex, and Draco knew this because he would watch his mother have sex with her lovers when she thought that Lucius and Draco were out.
He knew that most children would winkle their noses and try to picture anything else than their parents having sex, but for Draco he actually got off when he would watch other people have sex it didn't matter who it was. He just loved to watch the beautiful act of people having sex. The way the people would moan out the other person's name (hopefully). The way the bodies arched and the wonderful sounds that came from people having sex.
Now don't take him wrong, he love to do the act as much or even more that watching someone else do it, but he still love to watch. He first watched his mother when he came back from Hogwarts in the summer between his third and fourth year. He had accidentally walked in on his mother in bed with someone other than his father.
He was frozen at the doorway for what seemed like hours just watching the two of them pleasure each other in ways that Draco would have never thought about. Before either of the two people in bed knew that he was there, he closed the door carefully and went to his room to relief his own aching erection. The next year at Hogwarts he was probably the most over sexed person among the students and even the Professors. It didn't matter who it was, what house they were in or even what sex they were. If they could pleasure him it was good enough.
He didn't care who knew what he was doing, because he knew that no one would openly call him on it. He was one of the pure bloods, upper class students in school and they were only rumors, not proof. He knew all too well how to stop rumors about him. By creating rumors that are more scandalizes about someone else, and he had the perfect rumor this year.
He was going to tell everyone a great and foolproof lie about Harry Potter. He was going to make everyone turn their backs on him, so that the only person he could come to was Draco. It was going to be perfect. He was thinking about that as two owls flew through the window.
One went to Draco and the other one went to his father. The one that went to his father was the owl that always brought the Daily Prophet and the one that went to Draco was a Hogwarts school owl that had brought this years letter with the booklists and announcements about who will be prefects starting this year. He knew by how big the letter was that he was the new Slytherin prefect, but this year the letters were heavier that usual.
He opened his letter and the first thing that came out of the envelope was the beautiful new golden prefects badge. He looked it over a couple of times with a smirk that would rival the ones that Professor Snape would give to the Gryffindors when he took away house points.
He carefully placed the badge on the table next to his plate and then pulled out the pieces of parchment that where left in the envelope. The first piece was his formal letter to Hogwarts and his congratulations on becoming a prefect, the next piece of parchment was his book list, and the next was more interesting there was two parts to this letter.
The first part was an announcement about the coming school year. It seemed that there was going to be a resorting of a couple of people who were fifth years or higher. Their names would be picked at the welcoming feast and they will be resorted into their new houses after the first years were sorted into theirs. Draco looked at this announcement with disbelief.
This was an outrage. What if his name was picked would he have to go to a new house, but then he saw the last sentence in the announcement telling the students that if their name was picked that there was a chance that they could be sorted back into their original house. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Good because there was no way that he was leaving Slytherin house.
His mother must have seen his expression of relief on his face, because she ask him was the matter was.
"Well mother they have this announcement letter they gave out to the students." He said as he looked down at the piece of parchment and as he started to tell his mother about the first announcement he started to read the second announcement. "They want to resort about eight students fifth year and up in order to promote Interhouse Relation."
Draco stopped explaining and gasped as he read the second announcement. When he was finished with it he dropped the parchment on the table and a shaky hand covered his mouth. He stared down at the parchment ignoring the worried expressions on his mother and father's face. His skin was paler than usual.
"What is it Draco?" he heard his father say, but he didn't know how to answer. He just kept on staring at the parchment until his father picked it up and read it for himself.
"What is it Lucius?" his mother asked his father.
"How could this be? Potter dead?" gasped Lucius.
"What?" Mrs. Malfoy asked.
"Right here is says. 'All students are invited to the funeral of Harry James Potter, which will be held on the day the term starts. Those of you who will be attending will be excused from classes. Harry Potter was kidnapped from his relative's house and was soon after killed. It will be a closed casket due to the fact that the boy's body has not yet been found. He will be buried at the Hogwarts cemetery so that he can be close to the place that he always considered his home." Lucius stopped and arched his eyebrow. "Well if they don't have a body then how do they know that he is indeed dead?"
There was a heavy silence in the Malfoy dining room as Lucius thought about his question careful, as did Draco. His father had a point, how did they know that Harry was dead if they didn't have a body. Not long after Lucius asked the question he excused himself from the table and headed for the nearest fireplace. He was gone with a flash of green light, leaving Draco and his mother to think about the question.
"Well if you are not dead, Potter, then where are you?" Draco thought to himself as he looked thoughtfully at the parchment, which was signed by the Headmaster himself. "Where are you?"