Title: Prince Charming
Rating: R
Coupling: HP/DM
Warning: THIS IS A SLASH! Or male+male relationship. This is not a joke! Turn back now if you don't like these sort of stories. Don't complain if it gets a little…. Err, sexual later on the story (though I'll try to keep anything really perverted out of the story :=P but no promises..) After all, that's why its rated R!
Summary: After Sirius's ..uh.. Disappearance, Harry's mood turned. For the worst. He suddenly finds himself aching for human companionship, and realizes he has problems when he continuously hurts himself to test that he is alive. Will Harry's mood change as his soul mate finally shows themself? And did his prince charming come in time?
Chapter One-- The warning
Harry could hear the soft thudding of the thestral's hoofs on the gravel below them. He peered out the carriage window at the passing by forest. Hogwarts was near. His emerald green eyes began to glass over as he kicked himself mentally for allowing a moment of joy to pass through him. A moment where he had forgotten about Sirius..
Despite the constant scoldings of his two best friends; Ron and Hermoine (especially Hermoine,) Harry had taken the guilt upon his shoulders. After all, he couldn't help but feel that he was cursed. Cursed with a plague that seemed to take away anyone and everyone he cared for. First his Parents, then Sirius, and nearly Hermoine and Ron.
Leaning his head back a little, Harry closed his eyes. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of sadness and the urge to cry. He was slightly surprised that he even had any tears left in him after this summer.
You see, Harry had a lot of.. alone time in the past summer when he had stayed with the Dursleys. After all, the Dursleys were well.. The Dursleys. Sure his uncle had taken regard of the order's warning, but seemed even more determined to torment Harry afterwards. More determined not to let 'a bunch of people with pointy hats and sticks' to scare him.
Another words, Harry had a lot of time on his hands over the summer. Even when he returned to the Burrow. Whenever he had found himself alone, Harry had gotten lost in his own mind by thoughts of guilt and pain.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the carriage abruptly stopping.
"Are we there?"
"Mm.. I believe so. Come on Harry." Mumbled Ron tiredly, who had been sitting across from him. With that, the students began piling out of the carriages to the great hall.
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Only a few minutes later, Harry found himself sitting next to Ron; and across from Hermoine, at the Gryffindor table in the great hall once again.
Slowly first years began to spill into the great hall, being led in by a very flustered looking professor McGonagall. The professor's hat was tipped slightly, and the usually tidy bun in her hair was now damaged. She chose to ignore the student's snickers as she made her way to the front of the room and sat an old wooden stool down on the ground. Professor McGonagall carefully placed a rather beaten hat on top of it. The first years were now either watching the ceiling (which had been enchanted to look like the nights sky) or the candles that were being held in mid-air by magic.
"Quiet!" Dumbledore's voice rang throughout the hall and the voices of students slowly faded. When the Sorting hat opened its slotted mouth to talk, all eyes feel upon it - especially the first years; who were basically looking at the hat in pure horror.
"Put me on and I shall tell you where you ought to be.
Whether it be with the courageous Gryffindor
Or Hufflepuff - where confidence is key.
But then again there is Ravenclaw who are quick with wit.
Or rather cunning Slytherin where blood matters.
And where friends never quit.
However, let me make this final plea.
Stand united like the four founders did.
And listen to this warning I am giving thee.
Befriend your once disliked foe,
Because the pain shall not mend
Like it did a time ago.
And If you don't unite
If enemy and friend, don't become one -
You shall be in a losing fight.
Where good shall fail.
And Life will be lost
Where he shall prevail.
Now slip me on and don't get your mind in a flap,
Though you are right to worry -
I am the thinking cap!"
As the sorting hat ended its song, the hall rang with clapping. Ron whispered loudly to Harry. "It warned us again - what do you think? Do you think its serious?" Suddenly Ron yelped lightly as Hermoine kicked him in the shin.
"Shh!"
Harry smiled weakly at his friends and looked to the sorting hat once more.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and unrolled a sheet of parchment. "As I call your name, come to the front of the room and sit down. Put the sorting hat on your head, and you shall be sorted," there was a slight pause before she continued. "Aldore, Michael!"
After a moment with the hat on his head, the hat screeched out "Ravenclaw!"
Before long the sorting was over - along with dinner, and they stalked tiredly to their beds where sleep would take over.
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Authors Note: I hope you like the story so far, off to the next chapter then..
Teaser--
Harry stared in Horror as the cloaked figure's hood fell to his shoulders, and two piercing red eyes burned into him.
Rating: R
Coupling: HP/DM
Warning: THIS IS A SLASH! Or male+male relationship. This is not a joke! Turn back now if you don't like these sort of stories. Don't complain if it gets a little…. Err, sexual later on the story (though I'll try to keep anything really perverted out of the story :=P but no promises..) After all, that's why its rated R!
Summary: After Sirius's ..uh.. Disappearance, Harry's mood turned. For the worst. He suddenly finds himself aching for human companionship, and realizes he has problems when he continuously hurts himself to test that he is alive. Will Harry's mood change as his soul mate finally shows themself? And did his prince charming come in time?
Chapter One-- The warning
Harry could hear the soft thudding of the thestral's hoofs on the gravel below them. He peered out the carriage window at the passing by forest. Hogwarts was near. His emerald green eyes began to glass over as he kicked himself mentally for allowing a moment of joy to pass through him. A moment where he had forgotten about Sirius..
Despite the constant scoldings of his two best friends; Ron and Hermoine (especially Hermoine,) Harry had taken the guilt upon his shoulders. After all, he couldn't help but feel that he was cursed. Cursed with a plague that seemed to take away anyone and everyone he cared for. First his Parents, then Sirius, and nearly Hermoine and Ron.
Leaning his head back a little, Harry closed his eyes. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of sadness and the urge to cry. He was slightly surprised that he even had any tears left in him after this summer.
You see, Harry had a lot of.. alone time in the past summer when he had stayed with the Dursleys. After all, the Dursleys were well.. The Dursleys. Sure his uncle had taken regard of the order's warning, but seemed even more determined to torment Harry afterwards. More determined not to let 'a bunch of people with pointy hats and sticks' to scare him.
Another words, Harry had a lot of time on his hands over the summer. Even when he returned to the Burrow. Whenever he had found himself alone, Harry had gotten lost in his own mind by thoughts of guilt and pain.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the carriage abruptly stopping.
"Are we there?"
"Mm.. I believe so. Come on Harry." Mumbled Ron tiredly, who had been sitting across from him. With that, the students began piling out of the carriages to the great hall.
--------------------------
Only a few minutes later, Harry found himself sitting next to Ron; and across from Hermoine, at the Gryffindor table in the great hall once again.
Slowly first years began to spill into the great hall, being led in by a very flustered looking professor McGonagall. The professor's hat was tipped slightly, and the usually tidy bun in her hair was now damaged. She chose to ignore the student's snickers as she made her way to the front of the room and sat an old wooden stool down on the ground. Professor McGonagall carefully placed a rather beaten hat on top of it. The first years were now either watching the ceiling (which had been enchanted to look like the nights sky) or the candles that were being held in mid-air by magic.
"Quiet!" Dumbledore's voice rang throughout the hall and the voices of students slowly faded. When the Sorting hat opened its slotted mouth to talk, all eyes feel upon it - especially the first years; who were basically looking at the hat in pure horror.
"Put me on and I shall tell you where you ought to be.
Whether it be with the courageous Gryffindor
Or Hufflepuff - where confidence is key.
But then again there is Ravenclaw who are quick with wit.
Or rather cunning Slytherin where blood matters.
And where friends never quit.
However, let me make this final plea.
Stand united like the four founders did.
And listen to this warning I am giving thee.
Befriend your once disliked foe,
Because the pain shall not mend
Like it did a time ago.
And If you don't unite
If enemy and friend, don't become one -
You shall be in a losing fight.
Where good shall fail.
And Life will be lost
Where he shall prevail.
Now slip me on and don't get your mind in a flap,
Though you are right to worry -
I am the thinking cap!"
As the sorting hat ended its song, the hall rang with clapping. Ron whispered loudly to Harry. "It warned us again - what do you think? Do you think its serious?" Suddenly Ron yelped lightly as Hermoine kicked him in the shin.
"Shh!"
Harry smiled weakly at his friends and looked to the sorting hat once more.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and unrolled a sheet of parchment. "As I call your name, come to the front of the room and sit down. Put the sorting hat on your head, and you shall be sorted," there was a slight pause before she continued. "Aldore, Michael!"
After a moment with the hat on his head, the hat screeched out "Ravenclaw!"
Before long the sorting was over - along with dinner, and they stalked tiredly to their beds where sleep would take over.
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Authors Note: I hope you like the story so far, off to the next chapter then..
Teaser--
Harry stared in Horror as the cloaked figure's hood fell to his shoulders, and two piercing red eyes burned into him.