- *laughs* I loved the reviews, a lot made me laugh ^.^ chyeah- *laughs again*
-Siren: I like your review, though I feel quite...eh-heh, er, nevermind, anywho, I hope you review and that this chapter doesn't disappoint any of you that actually *like* my story...
-asaroth69: I always like your reviews a lot, I didn't think about Petunia's niceness towards Harry, I mean, don't get misled by that one scene, no, she is normaly quite rude to him, occasionally slapping him once or twice, but nothing beyond that . . . I shouldn't go too into this because uh- Well I'm not going to say-otherwise I'll give away something I just thought of...no, Draco won't be a Kenzen, and they're not as brutal as I made them out to be- as for the other species, just scroll to the bottom AN notes-
-Silver: Hell no! A Subimic Malfoy??? Unthinkable, sorry but no no and never! You will *really* like what Malfoy becomes . . . *evil laughter*
-boberina: lol someones demanding orders now aren't we??? You know...I could just not post this chapter, and hang onto it forever...and then toss the whole thing into the trash...mmm....yes....
Well...anywho....-
To Posses the Light
Chapter 7: A Day and a Half
He felt himself falling, everything went black.
. . .
"Godamnit Potter-! What the hell is your problem?" Draco hissed between clenched teeth as he watched his new target fall to the ground, unconscious.
"Stupid git- Now I'll have to carry your lily-white arse to the infirmary." He scowled, scooping the boy up into his arms, striding towards Madame Pompfrey's office . . .
What a great way to spend the first day back . . .
-
He hadn't a fuckin' clue as to why that stupid git of a gryffindor had acted like that; still bloody pricked at his insatiable curiosity . . . all seven realms be damned, why didn't that bint Madame Pomphrey didn't just 'innervate' Potter's arse and get some godamned soddin' answers . . .
"Mr. Malfoy-"
" . . . " The vaguest growl was the woman's warning.
"Mr. Malfoy! I've asked you once and I'll only ask you once more; will you *please* STOP pacing!" Madame Pomphrey scolded, suddenly deaf to the increased growls of Draco Malfoy.
"I am not pacing!" Malfoy snapped irritably, his silver eyes going a touch brighter, like a blinding flash of liquid silver.
Whatever the witch nurse/doctor was about to say, had died in her throat as she caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy's eyes, it was hard for her to breathe, her chest felt tight, constricting as she dragged in shallow wisps of air; her eyes widened unbelievably, her bottom-lip beginning to quiver in fear . . . no! It wasn't possible! Not nearly in over a score of years had one even been concieved or even thought of to exist! The last known potential had been Young Mr. Riddle . . . but no . . . but young Mr. Malfoy?! How could this be?
"Carry on M-Mr. Malfoy~!" Madame Pomphrey spoke, breathless as she turned on her heel and dashed from the infirmary.
Despite the odd looks she recieved from fellow proffessors she raced on, stopping briefly before the statue that lead to the Headmaster's office, a breathy 'Snicker Doodle Toffee Taffees' escaped parted lips as she swiftly dashed upstairs, bursting through the doors.
"ALBUS!" Poppy yelled as she gasped in some air.
"Whatever is the matter Madame Poppy?" Dumbledore asked kindly, motioning for her to take a seat.
"Albus! It's Mr. Malfoy-! He's- He's a-a-!" Madame Pomphrey managed between huge intakes of air, she suddenly looked around, as if fearing the walls themselves would hear her, "Albus, Draco Malfoy not only has the potential to be a *whisper whisper* but he *will* mature into a fully-fledged one!"
Dumbledore looked quite taken aback, "Are you sure~?"
"More sure than I have ever been! Take into consideration of how Lucius and Narcissa have raised him!? Being what has happened and what he will become- Do you not believe the grave advantage he will have over the students~ the staff~? everyone he comes into contact with~???"
"Oh dear, send for the other staff, we muct discuss this, we must prepare, however we can . . ." The headmaster trailed off quietely, the familiar twinkle in his eyes, gone, no longer all-knowing and filled with mischievious amusement . . . but grave worry, and possibly fear for the first moment in a very long time . . .
This did not bode well . . .
-
What the hell had that bitch Pomphery been muttering about? Was the whole staff at Hogwarts completely disillusioned into insanity? Ugh~ He needed to fuck that mudblood tonight for sure, probably Weasley Twins after that, he'd need a bloody-good fuck after all this idiot dementia . . .
A moan of nightmare-induced pain came from the patient's bed; Draco spared a glance down at the boy-no young man, eyeing his sweat-clad form admirably; but the pained frown upon his face ruined his brief fantasy of a hot shower with the certain nude Gryffindor . . .
"Idiot Golden Boy . . ." Draco grumbled, absently caressing the side of Harry's cheek before giving it a brief, stinging slap . . .
Turning away from the now rousing Harry Potter, Draco strode bruskly out of the infirmary, making his way back to the great hall, searching for a particular, bushy-haired, Gryffindor female . . . followed by two 'demon-in-the-sack-shags' . . . formally known as the Weasley Twins . . .
Godz those two were great fucks . . . especially at the same time . . .
-
Harry woke to a stinging slap across the face, he groaned again, the faint sound of footsteps playing in the backround . . . where was he . . . ? At the Dursleys with V-Vern- NO~ . . . he was . . .
He opened bright green eyes and was comforted by the simple surroundings of the Hogwart's personal hospital . . . sort-of . . .
Why did his cheek sting so much? No one was in the room so why the fuck did it hurt so much? Wait~ . . . How the hell did he get into the infirmary in the first place . . .
Oh . . . he groaned suddenly . . .
It's been awhile since . . . since I've . . . He sighed dully, swinging his feet to the ground, It'd been awhile since he'd last passed out from both a memory and sensory overload . . .but then again . . . not that long ago.
Both his head and his heart ached, his head from memories, his heart- for the need of physical affection, which he'd been denied since the moment he'd been dropped on those acursed doorsteps . . .
Harry didn't spot the head nurse anywhere so he took it as an all-clear to get his arse out of there . . .
But he didn't fancy a trip to the common-rooms just yet . . . he didn't think he could take Seamus trying to grope him left-and-right . . .
-Oi, I know this is a real short chapter, but I figured it was better than just leaving you hanging there, I'll try and update in a bit, I got a whole lot to do . . . so don't expect too much yet . . .
-I've got storys dated and written on each of these species so if I find something, anything of these creatures used without my permission, ^.^ I can by all rights sue you! *yay* ^.^
- Kenzen: A superior race of warriors that are both masters and slaves of there craft, they fight for there rights but fight/ battle because they need it to survive, meaning if they do not battle or do something violent they grow weak and would soon begin to wither . . . it made them very violent and both sadistic/ masochistic bed partners *fun though*
-Surrai-in: Also a superior race . . . though not neccesarily a defined 'species', a fitting phrase would be 'magic made flesh' they are quite literally magic made into living, breathing flesh, they take on the appearance of humans or some other species of there desire, (this is a brief descrip- but there is still a whole lot more defining features between the males/females and the hierarchy and whatnot)
-Seela: An ebony-skinned race of human-looking demons with huge membranous wings, bright cat-eyes, fangs, cloven feet, clawed hands, impossibly silken-soft skin, communicating more through the primitive, animalistic ways, *ie: growls, the clicking of tongues, bird-like noises, body language and other non-verbal things, an ultra-sensitive sixth-sense*
-Siren: I like your review, though I feel quite...eh-heh, er, nevermind, anywho, I hope you review and that this chapter doesn't disappoint any of you that actually *like* my story...
-asaroth69: I always like your reviews a lot, I didn't think about Petunia's niceness towards Harry, I mean, don't get misled by that one scene, no, she is normaly quite rude to him, occasionally slapping him once or twice, but nothing beyond that . . . I shouldn't go too into this because uh- Well I'm not going to say-otherwise I'll give away something I just thought of...no, Draco won't be a Kenzen, and they're not as brutal as I made them out to be- as for the other species, just scroll to the bottom AN notes-
-Silver: Hell no! A Subimic Malfoy??? Unthinkable, sorry but no no and never! You will *really* like what Malfoy becomes . . . *evil laughter*
-boberina: lol someones demanding orders now aren't we??? You know...I could just not post this chapter, and hang onto it forever...and then toss the whole thing into the trash...mmm....yes....
Well...anywho....-
To Posses the Light
Chapter 7: A Day and a Half
He felt himself falling, everything went black.
. . .
"Godamnit Potter-! What the hell is your problem?" Draco hissed between clenched teeth as he watched his new target fall to the ground, unconscious.
"Stupid git- Now I'll have to carry your lily-white arse to the infirmary." He scowled, scooping the boy up into his arms, striding towards Madame Pompfrey's office . . .
What a great way to spend the first day back . . .
-
He hadn't a fuckin' clue as to why that stupid git of a gryffindor had acted like that; still bloody pricked at his insatiable curiosity . . . all seven realms be damned, why didn't that bint Madame Pomphrey didn't just 'innervate' Potter's arse and get some godamned soddin' answers . . .
"Mr. Malfoy-"
" . . . " The vaguest growl was the woman's warning.
"Mr. Malfoy! I've asked you once and I'll only ask you once more; will you *please* STOP pacing!" Madame Pomphrey scolded, suddenly deaf to the increased growls of Draco Malfoy.
"I am not pacing!" Malfoy snapped irritably, his silver eyes going a touch brighter, like a blinding flash of liquid silver.
Whatever the witch nurse/doctor was about to say, had died in her throat as she caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy's eyes, it was hard for her to breathe, her chest felt tight, constricting as she dragged in shallow wisps of air; her eyes widened unbelievably, her bottom-lip beginning to quiver in fear . . . no! It wasn't possible! Not nearly in over a score of years had one even been concieved or even thought of to exist! The last known potential had been Young Mr. Riddle . . . but no . . . but young Mr. Malfoy?! How could this be?
"Carry on M-Mr. Malfoy~!" Madame Pomphrey spoke, breathless as she turned on her heel and dashed from the infirmary.
Despite the odd looks she recieved from fellow proffessors she raced on, stopping briefly before the statue that lead to the Headmaster's office, a breathy 'Snicker Doodle Toffee Taffees' escaped parted lips as she swiftly dashed upstairs, bursting through the doors.
"ALBUS!" Poppy yelled as she gasped in some air.
"Whatever is the matter Madame Poppy?" Dumbledore asked kindly, motioning for her to take a seat.
"Albus! It's Mr. Malfoy-! He's- He's a-a-!" Madame Pomphrey managed between huge intakes of air, she suddenly looked around, as if fearing the walls themselves would hear her, "Albus, Draco Malfoy not only has the potential to be a *whisper whisper* but he *will* mature into a fully-fledged one!"
Dumbledore looked quite taken aback, "Are you sure~?"
"More sure than I have ever been! Take into consideration of how Lucius and Narcissa have raised him!? Being what has happened and what he will become- Do you not believe the grave advantage he will have over the students~ the staff~? everyone he comes into contact with~???"
"Oh dear, send for the other staff, we muct discuss this, we must prepare, however we can . . ." The headmaster trailed off quietely, the familiar twinkle in his eyes, gone, no longer all-knowing and filled with mischievious amusement . . . but grave worry, and possibly fear for the first moment in a very long time . . .
This did not bode well . . .
-
What the hell had that bitch Pomphery been muttering about? Was the whole staff at Hogwarts completely disillusioned into insanity? Ugh~ He needed to fuck that mudblood tonight for sure, probably Weasley Twins after that, he'd need a bloody-good fuck after all this idiot dementia . . .
A moan of nightmare-induced pain came from the patient's bed; Draco spared a glance down at the boy-no young man, eyeing his sweat-clad form admirably; but the pained frown upon his face ruined his brief fantasy of a hot shower with the certain nude Gryffindor . . .
"Idiot Golden Boy . . ." Draco grumbled, absently caressing the side of Harry's cheek before giving it a brief, stinging slap . . .
Turning away from the now rousing Harry Potter, Draco strode bruskly out of the infirmary, making his way back to the great hall, searching for a particular, bushy-haired, Gryffindor female . . . followed by two 'demon-in-the-sack-shags' . . . formally known as the Weasley Twins . . .
Godz those two were great fucks . . . especially at the same time . . .
-
Harry woke to a stinging slap across the face, he groaned again, the faint sound of footsteps playing in the backround . . . where was he . . . ? At the Dursleys with V-Vern- NO~ . . . he was . . .
He opened bright green eyes and was comforted by the simple surroundings of the Hogwart's personal hospital . . . sort-of . . .
Why did his cheek sting so much? No one was in the room so why the fuck did it hurt so much? Wait~ . . . How the hell did he get into the infirmary in the first place . . .
Oh . . . he groaned suddenly . . .
It's been awhile since . . . since I've . . . He sighed dully, swinging his feet to the ground, It'd been awhile since he'd last passed out from both a memory and sensory overload . . .but then again . . . not that long ago.
Both his head and his heart ached, his head from memories, his heart- for the need of physical affection, which he'd been denied since the moment he'd been dropped on those acursed doorsteps . . .
Harry didn't spot the head nurse anywhere so he took it as an all-clear to get his arse out of there . . .
But he didn't fancy a trip to the common-rooms just yet . . . he didn't think he could take Seamus trying to grope him left-and-right . . .
-Oi, I know this is a real short chapter, but I figured it was better than just leaving you hanging there, I'll try and update in a bit, I got a whole lot to do . . . so don't expect too much yet . . .
-I've got storys dated and written on each of these species so if I find something, anything of these creatures used without my permission, ^.^ I can by all rights sue you! *yay* ^.^
- Kenzen: A superior race of warriors that are both masters and slaves of there craft, they fight for there rights but fight/ battle because they need it to survive, meaning if they do not battle or do something violent they grow weak and would soon begin to wither . . . it made them very violent and both sadistic/ masochistic bed partners *fun though*
-Surrai-in: Also a superior race . . . though not neccesarily a defined 'species', a fitting phrase would be 'magic made flesh' they are quite literally magic made into living, breathing flesh, they take on the appearance of humans or some other species of there desire, (this is a brief descrip- but there is still a whole lot more defining features between the males/females and the hierarchy and whatnot)
-Seela: An ebony-skinned race of human-looking demons with huge membranous wings, bright cat-eyes, fangs, cloven feet, clawed hands, impossibly silken-soft skin, communicating more through the primitive, animalistic ways, *ie: growls, the clicking of tongues, bird-like noises, body language and other non-verbal things, an ultra-sensitive sixth-sense*
