Author: DemonicCharity
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D later tho. Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason!
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing for the moment.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: Used to be called shifted. Now is better and will have a slightly different story line. Let's just get onto the story shall we? Have fun, kiddies!
Chapter 2 : Much To Feel
Harry groaned and rolled over, using one of his stiff, and rather heavy arms to shield his eyes from the bright light that seemed to surround him on all sides. His numb mind wondered what had happened to the blissful darkness and the feeling of pure joy. Where had Voldemort gone? Where was he now? Gods . . . . His body ached, throbbed with such pain. One could never get used to the Cruciatus curse, no matter how many times it was aimed at them.
His mind wondered to the events of what seemed like a few minutes ago. Why had he fallen into such darkness? Was he dead? Was he in muggle heaven? After all, muggles did talk about angels and light. If only he could open his eyes, maybe just to glimpse the clouds and fall asleep again. Ah, yes. Sleep. It sounded so wonderful. Unfortunately footsteps and a clammy hand rested on his forehead, startling him.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter," a far away voice called to him, sounding very brisk. It seemed somehow familiar, though it echoed more than would seem normal. Either he was in muggle heaven or he had been hit with the Cruciatus one too many times. He tried to open his eyes, but the light was so bright that he rolled over and shoved his face into a. . . . pillow? Dead people weren't supposed to be able to feel things. . . . His mind seemed to shut down once more and sleep began to claim him when the voice interrupted him again, making him slightly jump. "Oh, no you don't, young man," it scolded, rolling him over with rough hands to face the sunlight again. "You've been out for a week, Mr. Potter. You are *not* going back to sleep without getting some medicine, as well as food and drink, into your system." Harry winced as she sat him up and fluffed the pillows. "What hurts, Mr. Potter?"
"E-Everything!" He croaked, covering his eyes with his hands again. "N-n-need s-stal-gum potion!"
The voice, Harry had determined that it was female, gasped. "No student should know of that potion. Mr. Potter! What's the meaning of this? Another one of your sick jokes? That potions only needed for-"
"T-th-the easing o-of t-the after e-effects of th-the C-Cruc-Cruciatus c-curse." It clicked in his mind. He was in St. Mungo's then. Had to be. This woman was a nurse. But what did she mean by calling him a student? He was no longer a student. He knew more hexs then all of the old Slytherin house put together by now, but he knew that Draco Malfoy, his beloved enemy of old, probably knew twice as many as he did.
"Mr. Potter," she said firmly, "there is absolutely no reason for you to need that potion-"
"Give me the fucking potion, damn it!" Harry shouted, thankfully without stuttering. If the blasted woman woudn't give it to him, it would take him a week to recover from the curse, and damn it, hadn't she said that he was already out for a week? His mind reeled. Why hadn't Voldemort killed him? Why did he just stun Harry and send him to St. Mungo's? How sensible was that?
"I won't tollerate that kind of language in my Wing, Potter!" The woman shouted, and glared at the boy who hadn't opened his eyes yet.
"Either put that n-nice little black bottle in m-my hand, or I'll get up a-and get it myself," Harry snarled. "And believe me when I say it w-won't be pretty if I have to g-get up and find it. I'll tear every fucking shelf apart in this b-building to get it, s-so I suggest that y-you spare us both. N-now give me th-the stalgum potion!"
The nurse mumbled something under her breath, which Harry discerned in his heightened hearing to be something like, "Ungrateful little brat! There could be serious side affects to giving him this potion!" She took her time getting it, just to spite the little bugger.
"Hurry it up!" Harry roared. "I don't have all god damned day!"
The bottle was roughly shoved into his hand with a 'humph' and he heard her footsteps lead away from his bed once more. He uncorked it and threw his head back, quickly downing the black potion that Severus Snape had made for him so many times. This particular brew was rather strong and found that all his aches seemed to almost completely vanish. Maybe now his eyes would work properly. Gingerly he let his hand drop and looked around him.
"FUCK!" Harry fell out of the white hospital bed bringing a glass vase filled with flowers with him. Quickly he scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. This wasn't happening. There was no way this was happening. His eyes quickly searched the dresser top for his wand, but found it among the rubble of the broken vase and scattered flowers. With a bit of his wandless magic he summoned it to his hands and turned, aiming it right between the MediWitch's eyes. "Don't fucking sneek up on me. Ever again."
"Mr. Potter!" She gasped and threw her hands up in shock. "What's the matter with you?"
Harry took a step backwards, his wand arm shaking, his breath seeming to be stuck in his throat. "No. No fucking way. Y-you....No!" Harry wasn't aware of the pain in his feet as he walked backwards over the broken glass. "Y-You're. . . .Dead. You're dead. Dead! I saw you die. I fucking watched you die!"
"Mr. Potter!" Poppy Pomfrey gasped as she saw his blood dripping onto the floor. She advanced towards him, but he snarled, making her back towards where she was.
"I don't need your help, you sick Death Eater! What kind of fucking joke is this?" Harry looked around the Hogwarts hospital wing for some sign of foul play. "What the hell is this, you bastard?!" Harry screamed at the ceiling, his call for Voldemort, who he knew had to have a part in this whole escapade.
Because, plain and simple, he wasn't dead and she wasn't alive. Why was he standing in Hogwarts? It had crumbled infront of his and Voldemort's eyes over a year ago. This wasn't happening. He was delusional, had to be.
Harry barely had time to think, before throwing a crude shield up against the attack of another irate individual from behind. "Stupify!" But the spell was absorbed into the shield only making it stronger. Draco had taught him this little trick their first week together. Blocked minor spells, making the shield stronger every time one was thrown, but the more heavy duty ones passed right through, no matter how strong. Heavy duty meaning the Unforgivables and Harry had learned the hard way that he wasn't completely invincible. It had hurt like hell, and that was putting it quite nicely. "Potter! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Harry turned around slowly, trying to calm his erratic breathing. "Snape?"
"Who did you think I was," he snarled, "your mother?"
"Of all the god damned people, it had to be you," Harry hissed. "But I suppose you'll do. You were always brutally honest, weren't you? Not giving a flying fuck what people thought about you or what you did."
"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?" Snape asked, truly confused at the boys behavior. "Put that wand down or I'll immediately go and retrieve the Headmaster!
Harry's eye brows furrowed. "The Headmaster? Where the hell am I?! Be brutal here, Snape. What he hell is going on?!"
"Hogwarts," Poppy said in a shaky voice, as the wand was still pointed at her face, and she didnt' know what the boy would do. "We're at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts is gone!" Harry snarled. "I watched it crumble to dust. I watched both of you die."
"Poppy? What *is* he going on about?" Severus asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What did you give him?"
"She gave me the stalgum potion, that I'm assuming you brewed. It was rather strong. You added just a bit more of the Night Angel root didn't you? Damn. . . . I could have figured that out years ago. . ." Harry mumbled, off in space, counting potion ingredients on his fingers as both stared at him with wide eyes. Harry completely forgot about all possible danger as he recalled his potions lessons with Severus Snape.
"That is not a potion taught at this school, Potter," Snape cautiously stated. "Where did you learn it?"
"You taught it to me," Harry said quietly, lowering his wand. "After Hogwarts fell to Voldemort in my seventh year." Why not tell them the truth? It was not as if they could pose anymore of a threat than Voldemort had all these years.
"But, Mr. Potter! You're only a sixth year!" Poppy argued. "The stalgum potion doesn't make you this delusional-"
"I am not delusional!" Harry ranted, then his voice almost died down into a whisper. "Though a few moments ago I thought I was. . . " It was then the pain in his feet caught up to his head. "Aw, fuck. That potion numbed me up so much I couldn't even feel my feet getting ripped open. I seem to be just bursting with luck this morning," Harry murmured sarcastically.
Poppy helped him sit down on the nearest bed. "I'll just get some-"
"I'll handle it, Poppy." Harry said, waving his hand for her dismissal. He lifted only foot and examined it, pulling a large piece of glass out with a hiss. The cuts weren't that deep, he'd be able to heal them easily, even with his body still sore from the Cruciatus. Slowly he let his fingers drift over each wound, concentrating on the blue glow that was healing them. He then lifted his other foot, pulling all glass from it as well, and once again concentrated on the blue, healing light. "There. . . . Now we can get back to-"
Not only was Poppy Pomfrey and Severus Snape staring at him in shock, but another had entered and was staring as well. Harry felt his insides freeze. 'Oh god. It can't be real. . . . It can't be. Oh, sweet fates, let it be real. Please.'
Title: Lost Boys
Rating: R for language.
Warnings: Slashy, but not to bad now. Will be H/D later tho. Don't like don't read. Don't send me flames for this reason!
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they were, I'd be rich, beautiful and would control all the children of the world because they love the characters so much. I'm just borrowing for the moment.
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
A/N: Used to be called shifted. Now is better and will have a slightly different story line. Let's just get onto the story shall we? Have fun, kiddies!
Chapter 2 : Much To Feel
Harry groaned and rolled over, using one of his stiff, and rather heavy arms to shield his eyes from the bright light that seemed to surround him on all sides. His numb mind wondered what had happened to the blissful darkness and the feeling of pure joy. Where had Voldemort gone? Where was he now? Gods . . . . His body ached, throbbed with such pain. One could never get used to the Cruciatus curse, no matter how many times it was aimed at them.
His mind wondered to the events of what seemed like a few minutes ago. Why had he fallen into such darkness? Was he dead? Was he in muggle heaven? After all, muggles did talk about angels and light. If only he could open his eyes, maybe just to glimpse the clouds and fall asleep again. Ah, yes. Sleep. It sounded so wonderful. Unfortunately footsteps and a clammy hand rested on his forehead, startling him.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter," a far away voice called to him, sounding very brisk. It seemed somehow familiar, though it echoed more than would seem normal. Either he was in muggle heaven or he had been hit with the Cruciatus one too many times. He tried to open his eyes, but the light was so bright that he rolled over and shoved his face into a. . . . pillow? Dead people weren't supposed to be able to feel things. . . . His mind seemed to shut down once more and sleep began to claim him when the voice interrupted him again, making him slightly jump. "Oh, no you don't, young man," it scolded, rolling him over with rough hands to face the sunlight again. "You've been out for a week, Mr. Potter. You are *not* going back to sleep without getting some medicine, as well as food and drink, into your system." Harry winced as she sat him up and fluffed the pillows. "What hurts, Mr. Potter?"
"E-Everything!" He croaked, covering his eyes with his hands again. "N-n-need s-stal-gum potion!"
The voice, Harry had determined that it was female, gasped. "No student should know of that potion. Mr. Potter! What's the meaning of this? Another one of your sick jokes? That potions only needed for-"
"T-th-the easing o-of t-the after e-effects of th-the C-Cruc-Cruciatus c-curse." It clicked in his mind. He was in St. Mungo's then. Had to be. This woman was a nurse. But what did she mean by calling him a student? He was no longer a student. He knew more hexs then all of the old Slytherin house put together by now, but he knew that Draco Malfoy, his beloved enemy of old, probably knew twice as many as he did.
"Mr. Potter," she said firmly, "there is absolutely no reason for you to need that potion-"
"Give me the fucking potion, damn it!" Harry shouted, thankfully without stuttering. If the blasted woman woudn't give it to him, it would take him a week to recover from the curse, and damn it, hadn't she said that he was already out for a week? His mind reeled. Why hadn't Voldemort killed him? Why did he just stun Harry and send him to St. Mungo's? How sensible was that?
"I won't tollerate that kind of language in my Wing, Potter!" The woman shouted, and glared at the boy who hadn't opened his eyes yet.
"Either put that n-nice little black bottle in m-my hand, or I'll get up a-and get it myself," Harry snarled. "And believe me when I say it w-won't be pretty if I have to g-get up and find it. I'll tear every fucking shelf apart in this b-building to get it, s-so I suggest that y-you spare us both. N-now give me th-the stalgum potion!"
The nurse mumbled something under her breath, which Harry discerned in his heightened hearing to be something like, "Ungrateful little brat! There could be serious side affects to giving him this potion!" She took her time getting it, just to spite the little bugger.
"Hurry it up!" Harry roared. "I don't have all god damned day!"
The bottle was roughly shoved into his hand with a 'humph' and he heard her footsteps lead away from his bed once more. He uncorked it and threw his head back, quickly downing the black potion that Severus Snape had made for him so many times. This particular brew was rather strong and found that all his aches seemed to almost completely vanish. Maybe now his eyes would work properly. Gingerly he let his hand drop and looked around him.
"FUCK!" Harry fell out of the white hospital bed bringing a glass vase filled with flowers with him. Quickly he scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. This wasn't happening. There was no way this was happening. His eyes quickly searched the dresser top for his wand, but found it among the rubble of the broken vase and scattered flowers. With a bit of his wandless magic he summoned it to his hands and turned, aiming it right between the MediWitch's eyes. "Don't fucking sneek up on me. Ever again."
"Mr. Potter!" She gasped and threw her hands up in shock. "What's the matter with you?"
Harry took a step backwards, his wand arm shaking, his breath seeming to be stuck in his throat. "No. No fucking way. Y-you....No!" Harry wasn't aware of the pain in his feet as he walked backwards over the broken glass. "Y-You're. . . .Dead. You're dead. Dead! I saw you die. I fucking watched you die!"
"Mr. Potter!" Poppy Pomfrey gasped as she saw his blood dripping onto the floor. She advanced towards him, but he snarled, making her back towards where she was.
"I don't need your help, you sick Death Eater! What kind of fucking joke is this?" Harry looked around the Hogwarts hospital wing for some sign of foul play. "What the hell is this, you bastard?!" Harry screamed at the ceiling, his call for Voldemort, who he knew had to have a part in this whole escapade.
Because, plain and simple, he wasn't dead and she wasn't alive. Why was he standing in Hogwarts? It had crumbled infront of his and Voldemort's eyes over a year ago. This wasn't happening. He was delusional, had to be.
Harry barely had time to think, before throwing a crude shield up against the attack of another irate individual from behind. "Stupify!" But the spell was absorbed into the shield only making it stronger. Draco had taught him this little trick their first week together. Blocked minor spells, making the shield stronger every time one was thrown, but the more heavy duty ones passed right through, no matter how strong. Heavy duty meaning the Unforgivables and Harry had learned the hard way that he wasn't completely invincible. It had hurt like hell, and that was putting it quite nicely. "Potter! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Harry turned around slowly, trying to calm his erratic breathing. "Snape?"
"Who did you think I was," he snarled, "your mother?"
"Of all the god damned people, it had to be you," Harry hissed. "But I suppose you'll do. You were always brutally honest, weren't you? Not giving a flying fuck what people thought about you or what you did."
"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?" Snape asked, truly confused at the boys behavior. "Put that wand down or I'll immediately go and retrieve the Headmaster!
Harry's eye brows furrowed. "The Headmaster? Where the hell am I?! Be brutal here, Snape. What he hell is going on?!"
"Hogwarts," Poppy said in a shaky voice, as the wand was still pointed at her face, and she didnt' know what the boy would do. "We're at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts is gone!" Harry snarled. "I watched it crumble to dust. I watched both of you die."
"Poppy? What *is* he going on about?" Severus asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What did you give him?"
"She gave me the stalgum potion, that I'm assuming you brewed. It was rather strong. You added just a bit more of the Night Angel root didn't you? Damn. . . . I could have figured that out years ago. . ." Harry mumbled, off in space, counting potion ingredients on his fingers as both stared at him with wide eyes. Harry completely forgot about all possible danger as he recalled his potions lessons with Severus Snape.
"That is not a potion taught at this school, Potter," Snape cautiously stated. "Where did you learn it?"
"You taught it to me," Harry said quietly, lowering his wand. "After Hogwarts fell to Voldemort in my seventh year." Why not tell them the truth? It was not as if they could pose anymore of a threat than Voldemort had all these years.
"But, Mr. Potter! You're only a sixth year!" Poppy argued. "The stalgum potion doesn't make you this delusional-"
"I am not delusional!" Harry ranted, then his voice almost died down into a whisper. "Though a few moments ago I thought I was. . . " It was then the pain in his feet caught up to his head. "Aw, fuck. That potion numbed me up so much I couldn't even feel my feet getting ripped open. I seem to be just bursting with luck this morning," Harry murmured sarcastically.
Poppy helped him sit down on the nearest bed. "I'll just get some-"
"I'll handle it, Poppy." Harry said, waving his hand for her dismissal. He lifted only foot and examined it, pulling a large piece of glass out with a hiss. The cuts weren't that deep, he'd be able to heal them easily, even with his body still sore from the Cruciatus. Slowly he let his fingers drift over each wound, concentrating on the blue glow that was healing them. He then lifted his other foot, pulling all glass from it as well, and once again concentrated on the blue, healing light. "There. . . . Now we can get back to-"
Not only was Poppy Pomfrey and Severus Snape staring at him in shock, but another had entered and was staring as well. Harry felt his insides freeze. 'Oh god. It can't be real. . . . It can't be. Oh, sweet fates, let it be real. Please.'