Disclaimer: '''This is a Harry Potter Fan Fiction, I do not own anything to
do with Harry Potter, apart from my copy of the books :)
Warnings: Now I'm only gonna say this once: THIS will be A SLASH FIC!! If you don't know what that is LEAVE NOW! So don't flame me[for that at least] Later this fic will most definately be rated R and will contain SLASH of the Snape/Harry variety. So if this squicks you...see above...
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The Shadow of Voldemort
Chapter 3
:Enter the Odd:
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Harry abruptly realised that he was no longer alone.
"You could catch your death out here you know."
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Scouling slightly as he was drawn our of his selfloathing, Harry lifted his eyes to the stranger. It was a girl. Roughly Harry's age judging by the look of her.
He was enthralled at first sight
Clad entirely in black apart from, upon closer inspection, a grey, fingerless glove on her left hand. Shoulder length rust-blonde hair was sloppily pulled around and fastened at the back of her head. She posessed the strangest colour of eyes Harry had ever seen. It was almost as if someone had taken the liberty of mixing every colour in existance together and then sealed them beneath a layer of warm grey. There was something definately strange about her eyes, something almost familliar.
Harry was startled from his thoughts when a huge black...thing, appeared in his periphrial vision. His right arm instinctively flying to where his wand would usually be kept. Of cource at the moment it was still lying undisturbed in Harry's trunk back at number 4 Privet Drive. Having learned the previous summer how much trouble came from him carrying it, he'd ceased to do so the moment he'd left Hogwarts.
As it was, the 'thing' turned out to be nothing more than a large black brolly the girl had raised to sheild them both from the rain. Harry simutaneously blushed a shade of red that would have rivalled any one of the Weasleys, and internally scolded himself about...well everything.
"Are you alright?" The girl spoke again.
He stared at her blankly. What exactly constituted 'alright'? Physically he appeared fine, but inside he was pained and laden with excruciating guilt. The countless deaths and pains he had caused, were weighing down on him. As well as that blasted prophecy. The one concerning him and Voldemort. The one stating plainly that he, Harry must be the one to duel Voldemort to the death. He, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To- [hopefully]Save-The-Wizarding-World, must be the one to fight The Dark Lord and bring peace to the entire globe. Or else doom that same to an eternity of agony and servitude.
'But at least,' Harry thought bitterly, 'none of it would be because of me.'
"Fine thanks," He said shortly, upon realising he still hadn't answered the question.
Rather than being taken aback at his impulsively clipped tone, the girl appeared to relax slightly. "You're not cold?" She asked
Up untill that moment Harry hadn't felt the cold at all. It was like an internal switch had been flicked and suddenly he could feel the wind blowing against his drenched form, chilling to him the bone, and causing uncontrollable shivering.
"N-not really.." Harry lied through chattering teeth.
She looked skeptical for a moment and then, incredulously, "you're out here on a day like this with nothing more than a t-shirt and you're not cold... Okay."
Harry furrowed his brow slightly in confusion. This girl obviously didn't realise who he was. Or else she wouldn't have be caught looking at him, let alone speaking or asking after his health. The Dursley's had seen to that years ago. His Aunt and Uncle'd spread lies among the neighbours, while Dudly had been busy threatening bodily harm on anyone who would even dare to 'think' to approach Harry, as well as upon Harry himself.
Up untill his Hogwarts letter showed up with Hagrid, Harry litterally hadn't had a friend in the world. Not that he deserved any more than that. After all, he 'was' Harry Potter. The bringer of pain and suffering to all those around him.
For the second time in half that many days, Harry surprised himself by sounding uncannily like Snape.
"Fine." Harry snapped, annoyed with himself more than anything.
The girl just raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Sorry." he explained, sighing, "Been a rough day."
A nod.
"..."
"..."
Apparently he was supposed to speak, "...Umm...So, I haven't seen you around here before. You new?"
"Sort of," she responded, eyes downcast. "But then, I could say the same about you," she added, giving Harry a strange look.
He wasn't sure if she expected an answer, but was soon saved the trouble when she added, "I'm Rhean," and a hand appeared under his nose.
Harry warily took the proffered hand, "..Harry."
He wasn't sure why, but something about this girl made him stand on edge. He felt odd around her. Not uncomfortable as around Cho, or near Hermione at first; but different. Something was strange, not necessarily 'wrong' by any means, but not quite right either.
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oopsy... :'o
I actually thought this chappie would have been longer than this...In fact a whole crap load longer than this! But unfortunately....*sigh*
Oh well, I gaurentee the next one will be looonger. "Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!"
AAh! I didn't mean Litterally!! ~ grr... But anyway the next one will be longer.. I promise!
-Kariss
Warnings: Now I'm only gonna say this once: THIS will be A SLASH FIC!! If you don't know what that is LEAVE NOW! So don't flame me[for that at least] Later this fic will most definately be rated R and will contain SLASH of the Snape/Harry variety. So if this squicks you...see above...
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The Shadow of Voldemort
Chapter 3
:Enter the Odd:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry abruptly realised that he was no longer alone.
"You could catch your death out here you know."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scouling slightly as he was drawn our of his selfloathing, Harry lifted his eyes to the stranger. It was a girl. Roughly Harry's age judging by the look of her.
He was enthralled at first sight
Clad entirely in black apart from, upon closer inspection, a grey, fingerless glove on her left hand. Shoulder length rust-blonde hair was sloppily pulled around and fastened at the back of her head. She posessed the strangest colour of eyes Harry had ever seen. It was almost as if someone had taken the liberty of mixing every colour in existance together and then sealed them beneath a layer of warm grey. There was something definately strange about her eyes, something almost familliar.
Harry was startled from his thoughts when a huge black...thing, appeared in his periphrial vision. His right arm instinctively flying to where his wand would usually be kept. Of cource at the moment it was still lying undisturbed in Harry's trunk back at number 4 Privet Drive. Having learned the previous summer how much trouble came from him carrying it, he'd ceased to do so the moment he'd left Hogwarts.
As it was, the 'thing' turned out to be nothing more than a large black brolly the girl had raised to sheild them both from the rain. Harry simutaneously blushed a shade of red that would have rivalled any one of the Weasleys, and internally scolded himself about...well everything.
"Are you alright?" The girl spoke again.
He stared at her blankly. What exactly constituted 'alright'? Physically he appeared fine, but inside he was pained and laden with excruciating guilt. The countless deaths and pains he had caused, were weighing down on him. As well as that blasted prophecy. The one concerning him and Voldemort. The one stating plainly that he, Harry must be the one to duel Voldemort to the death. He, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To- [hopefully]Save-The-Wizarding-World, must be the one to fight The Dark Lord and bring peace to the entire globe. Or else doom that same to an eternity of agony and servitude.
'But at least,' Harry thought bitterly, 'none of it would be because of me.'
"Fine thanks," He said shortly, upon realising he still hadn't answered the question.
Rather than being taken aback at his impulsively clipped tone, the girl appeared to relax slightly. "You're not cold?" She asked
Up untill that moment Harry hadn't felt the cold at all. It was like an internal switch had been flicked and suddenly he could feel the wind blowing against his drenched form, chilling to him the bone, and causing uncontrollable shivering.
"N-not really.." Harry lied through chattering teeth.
She looked skeptical for a moment and then, incredulously, "you're out here on a day like this with nothing more than a t-shirt and you're not cold... Okay."
Harry furrowed his brow slightly in confusion. This girl obviously didn't realise who he was. Or else she wouldn't have be caught looking at him, let alone speaking or asking after his health. The Dursley's had seen to that years ago. His Aunt and Uncle'd spread lies among the neighbours, while Dudly had been busy threatening bodily harm on anyone who would even dare to 'think' to approach Harry, as well as upon Harry himself.
Up untill his Hogwarts letter showed up with Hagrid, Harry litterally hadn't had a friend in the world. Not that he deserved any more than that. After all, he 'was' Harry Potter. The bringer of pain and suffering to all those around him.
For the second time in half that many days, Harry surprised himself by sounding uncannily like Snape.
"Fine." Harry snapped, annoyed with himself more than anything.
The girl just raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Sorry." he explained, sighing, "Been a rough day."
A nod.
"..."
"..."
Apparently he was supposed to speak, "...Umm...So, I haven't seen you around here before. You new?"
"Sort of," she responded, eyes downcast. "But then, I could say the same about you," she added, giving Harry a strange look.
He wasn't sure if she expected an answer, but was soon saved the trouble when she added, "I'm Rhean," and a hand appeared under his nose.
Harry warily took the proffered hand, "..Harry."
He wasn't sure why, but something about this girl made him stand on edge. He felt odd around her. Not uncomfortable as around Cho, or near Hermione at first; but different. Something was strange, not necessarily 'wrong' by any means, but not quite right either.
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oopsy... :'o
I actually thought this chappie would have been longer than this...In fact a whole crap load longer than this! But unfortunately....*sigh*
Oh well, I gaurentee the next one will be looonger. "Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!"
AAh! I didn't mean Litterally!! ~ grr... But anyway the next one will be longer.. I promise!
-Kariss