Messed Up Prophecy
Authors Note:
I am totally sorry for the long wait. The fact that I have actually checked my e-mail to see that I have so many reviews is overwhelming. I hope that so far the story is of high esteem with everyone. This chapter took me forever to get up. I thought that I wouldn't be able to continue the story because of school, not having a computer, and lack of a creative muse. The latter was much harder to come by. Any way, I would like to thank those that have actually stayed with me trough the whole stupid ordeal with my laziness. This is the last chapter for this part of the story. Hopefully the first chapter for the second part will be up soon.
Warning:
Brooding Practice
Chapter Five:
**Private Drive: Late Sunday Night**
The darkness of the night seemed to permeate the streets of Private Drive. Blades of grass bent to the will of the wind winding it's way through the quiet neighborhood.
Harry looked out the window of his bedroom on the second floor, his raven hair flowing with the direction of the breeze. A look of complete and utter sadness had situated it's home on the teenage boys face. His thought causing a frown to find it's way to his temple.
'Merlin I miss you Sev." Thought the melancholic boy.
Ever since the potions master had left. The Dursley's had been ignoring Harry's existence. The only time they acknowledged his presence was when they handed him his daily chores, or a quick shove out of the path of their eyesight. This it's self was all good and dandy for Harry, but he knew that this was just the calm before the storm. All of his nerve endings were on alert whenever Vernon's eyes stared at the back of his head for too long. Harry's eyes shifted rapidly whenever Dudley simply smirked at him when passing him in the living room or hallway.
After six days with out some sort of abuse the raven-haired Gryffindor was feeling a little more at ease with his surrounds with only thoughts of Severus distracting him from enjoying his summer. Harry's heart ached in a very mysterious way that made Harry yearn even more to be in the arms of his love. Requited or unrequited, the raven-haired youth needed to at least be in the presence of the towering seducer.
Whenever Harry thinks of the obliviate spell Harry used on Sev, he gets this ill feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knows that his reasons for doing this was a bit brainless, but at the time the spell seemed the easiest way for Harry to get out of lecture after lecture from his disappointed mentors.
*** Breaking out of his thoughts when a shiver went through his small frame, Harry quickly closed the rickety window.
Turning to the wall that his single twin bed was propped up against. Harry, in record time, had stripped down to his boxers (without jarring his broken and cracked ribs) and climbed into the bed. Pulling his ratty old blanket up to his chest, Harry dreamed of beautiful pale green lights and handsome black-eyed men.
Authors Note:
I am totally sorry for the long wait. The fact that I have actually checked my e-mail to see that I have so many reviews is overwhelming. I hope that so far the story is of high esteem with everyone. This chapter took me forever to get up. I thought that I wouldn't be able to continue the story because of school, not having a computer, and lack of a creative muse. The latter was much harder to come by. Any way, I would like to thank those that have actually stayed with me trough the whole stupid ordeal with my laziness. This is the last chapter for this part of the story. Hopefully the first chapter for the second part will be up soon.
Warning:
Brooding Practice
Chapter Five:
**Private Drive: Late Sunday Night**
The darkness of the night seemed to permeate the streets of Private Drive. Blades of grass bent to the will of the wind winding it's way through the quiet neighborhood.
Harry looked out the window of his bedroom on the second floor, his raven hair flowing with the direction of the breeze. A look of complete and utter sadness had situated it's home on the teenage boys face. His thought causing a frown to find it's way to his temple.
'Merlin I miss you Sev." Thought the melancholic boy.
Ever since the potions master had left. The Dursley's had been ignoring Harry's existence. The only time they acknowledged his presence was when they handed him his daily chores, or a quick shove out of the path of their eyesight. This it's self was all good and dandy for Harry, but he knew that this was just the calm before the storm. All of his nerve endings were on alert whenever Vernon's eyes stared at the back of his head for too long. Harry's eyes shifted rapidly whenever Dudley simply smirked at him when passing him in the living room or hallway.
After six days with out some sort of abuse the raven-haired Gryffindor was feeling a little more at ease with his surrounds with only thoughts of Severus distracting him from enjoying his summer. Harry's heart ached in a very mysterious way that made Harry yearn even more to be in the arms of his love. Requited or unrequited, the raven-haired youth needed to at least be in the presence of the towering seducer.
Whenever Harry thinks of the obliviate spell Harry used on Sev, he gets this ill feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knows that his reasons for doing this was a bit brainless, but at the time the spell seemed the easiest way for Harry to get out of lecture after lecture from his disappointed mentors.
*** Breaking out of his thoughts when a shiver went through his small frame, Harry quickly closed the rickety window.
Turning to the wall that his single twin bed was propped up against. Harry, in record time, had stripped down to his boxers (without jarring his broken and cracked ribs) and climbed into the bed. Pulling his ratty old blanket up to his chest, Harry dreamed of beautiful pale green lights and handsome black-eyed men.
