Due to the request of my reviewers another chapter has come into form. These renderings aren't planned but are surged from the urge of the moment. The story has so far taken an easy flow to where I don't have to think of the coming words. I appreciate all the reviews I am getting and kudos for all my readers (reviewed or not). I may have mentioned in eariler *** shrugs *** hard to think at the moment, but anyways this may turn SLASH and therefore I have consented to remain at an R rating for the entire duration of this work. This begining has become longer than I planned...so...on with the story!
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Flickers of interest, indecent words. Warm flesh tainted with crimson liquid. Serpentine moans asking, no, begging for sweet release.
Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, he tried to wake but his mind wouldn't listen to his body. His mind wanted to continue this erotic exploration into the unkown. His body had to subside to the whims of his subconscience. Hands clenched themselves at the tangled sheets. Groans errupted from parted lips.
Fogs clouded the vision in short bursts. Lingering images twisted in upon themselves. Coils of scaled flesh tangled themselves with persperation sleeked limbs. Forked tongue lapped at the standing beads. The release that was begged for was so close and yet...
"Harry, Harry wake up!" Hands gripped his feverish flesh, beckoning him to awaken. Harry could do nothing more than groan as the hands continued their trembling onslaught. The voice rekindled again in new effort. "C'mon Harry get up. Please!" The voice was strained and then it was gone, no, not gone just directed elsewhere. "Go get Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall."
Two sets of footsteps echoed back to Harry's ears as they retreated from the room in search of the required persons. The voice had quickly broken down in sobs as Harry's lids slid open with forced effort. Blurred colors and lines met his gaze and he had to close his eyes again. None of them made sense, he could feel hands upon him and yet it seemed like it was happening to someone else.
More footsteps, too many footsteps, all breaking in on his dazed mind. It was all too much, everything was too loud...the breathing, the sobs, the tears, the voices, the footsteps. But he hadn't the strength to cover his ears and block all of them out. He just had to lay there and struggle to drone them all away.
"Harry..." There was a pause and then his name was repeated again. The voice had changed, no immpossible it was just the speaker that had changed. The voice had the tone of calm, quiet reserve. A gentle, yet age worned, hand had rested itself on his brow. Harry had to once more force his eyes to open. He blinked but still couldn't make sense of the blurred images.
Something was placed in his hand. His fingers folded about them, getting a feel for the object. Glasses, that is what they were. He fumbled with them for awhile before he managed to arrange them on his face. Suddenly the blurred figures came into sharp focus, once more his lids were squeezed tightly shut.
"Is he going to be okay?" The first voice had produced itself again. If it recieved an answer Harry couldn't tell. There was too much happening around him and all he wanted to do was drift back off into the warmth and comfort the dream world offered him.
"Here take this." And yet another voice, this one feminine. Something had been shoved to his lips, forcing his eyes open for yet was the foruth time in the passing of only a few minutes. Above him hovered the face of four boys all aorund his age, a wizened old wizard, and two witches. Slowly names began to arrange themselves with the faces. There was Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean...yes that was the four boys that he shared a room with. The wizard was...Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster at...Hogwarts. Yes, that all seemed in order. Then there was Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. Yes, that seemed to be everyone...no, he was forgetting someone...no...not someone but something. Chocolate, yes that was it, he was given chocolate and had yet to eat it.
He pushed the hunk of chocolate into his mouth with trembling fingers before making a foolish attempt at sitting up. "No Harry, just lie still and rest now." Dumbledore's voice filled his conscience once again. He struggled against teh advice and made himself sit up. Bad choice as it was, the struggle made his dizzy and just want to lay back down but he wouldn't allow it.
He shook his head, whether it was to rid himself of the sickening feeling inhis gut or as an accompany to his answer he wasn't entirly certain. "I'm fine..." He choked out hoarsly. He certainly didn't sound fine and at the moment didn't feel it either.
"Go on back to bed, all four of you." A comandering feminine voice directed his fellow schoolmates before turning itself to him. "Come on with us Harry." The owner of the voice, Professor McGonagall, took him by the arm. He leaned into her strong grasp, allowing her to steady him as his bare feet hit the cold stone of the floor. There was a hand on his other arm, Professor Dumbledore, helping to support his weight. Between the two of them, with Madam Pomfrey in the lead, the quartet made it's way to the hospital wing. His support left him in the care of Madam Pomfrey, whispered words exchanged before they left.
"Here, try to take this." A small bottle was placed within his hand and with guided efforts it reached his lips. The liquid flowed from the upturned bottle and ran down his throat. It held an icy edge and made him retch but then it all subsided into nothingness. Madam Pomfrey had gone and once more he was left to his solitude.
He had just about been able to doze off when he was snapped, rudely he figured, back to reality. Red hair first flooded his vision then a tangle of brown. He lowered his gaze slightly and his friends's faces came into view. Ron looked as if he hadn't slept all night, not to say that on top of that it was obvious to see that he had been crying. Hermoine appeared normal enough except that her visage was clouded with worry. "Hey guys..." He tried to make the statement as possible though it still vibrated with irate tension from being woken once again.
"What happened?" Hermoine was the first of the visiting duo to speak. Her hands were clenched together, fingers laced among themselves. His two best friends were staring at him and waiting for an answer.
He didn't know what to say, he had no idea of what they were talking about. "What do you mean?" He posed own question though fatigue made it hard for any of the following conversation to hold his interest.
"Ron said that you were crying out." Hermoine continued, glancing to Ron for confirmation. Ron still hadn't spoken during the duration of his visit but at prompting from Hermoine he opened his mouth to speak.
It took a few moments before the words wer formed and presented. "It looked like you were in pain and you wouldn't answer us." He glanced at Hermoine and she nodded her head, encouraging him on. "We thought that we would never get you to wake up."
Harry laughed dryly at his friends's antics, it was the most unexpected answers that either Ron or Hermoine could think of. The bemused Harry didn't seem to notice and soon fell into a fit of coughing. The likes of which borught Madam Pomfrey around. "Okay, it is time for you two to get to class now. Harry needs to rest so he won't be joining you." Madam Pomfrey shooed the duo from the room and a haphazard smile and wave passed between the student trio.
Harry had just lain his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes once more when a murmur of voices once more took hold of his conscience. "Has he slept any at all?" The Headmaster had returned.
"No sir, not a wink." Madam Pomfrey answered and both she and the Headmaster shared a glance at Harry. Madam Pomfrey moved to pull the curtain closed but that still didn't interupt Harry from catching pieces of the conversation.
"Good, we want to keep him awake." Dumbledore has continued as soon as the curtain was closed.
"Yes Professor but..." Madam Pomfrey had started but Dumbledore had cut her off with a shake of his head so instead she posed. "What do you think it is Professor?"
"Can't be too certain at this time but we have our hunches." Dumbledore's voice sounded tired and it wasn't hard to figure out that he had spent the rest of the time awake.
"We? Professor, you don't mean that you think it is..." Again she was cut off by Dumbledore.
"Just keep him awake until we can figure out what to do next Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore said just before he left, leaving Madam Pomfrey to ponder of the unusal circumstances. This wasn't the first time she had been asked to keep a student awake but the last time was so long ago... She shook her head, she didn't want to think on it anymore, they events just seemed too similar and yet she couldn't help but wonder if this would turn out the same way.
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Yes, another chapter has passed away and has come to a close. If I continue to keep getting appreciative reviews then I shall forge on with another chapter. So until next time... *** poofs in puffs of purple pixie powder ***
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Flickers of interest, indecent words. Warm flesh tainted with crimson liquid. Serpentine moans asking, no, begging for sweet release.
Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, he tried to wake but his mind wouldn't listen to his body. His mind wanted to continue this erotic exploration into the unkown. His body had to subside to the whims of his subconscience. Hands clenched themselves at the tangled sheets. Groans errupted from parted lips.
Fogs clouded the vision in short bursts. Lingering images twisted in upon themselves. Coils of scaled flesh tangled themselves with persperation sleeked limbs. Forked tongue lapped at the standing beads. The release that was begged for was so close and yet...
"Harry, Harry wake up!" Hands gripped his feverish flesh, beckoning him to awaken. Harry could do nothing more than groan as the hands continued their trembling onslaught. The voice rekindled again in new effort. "C'mon Harry get up. Please!" The voice was strained and then it was gone, no, not gone just directed elsewhere. "Go get Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall."
Two sets of footsteps echoed back to Harry's ears as they retreated from the room in search of the required persons. The voice had quickly broken down in sobs as Harry's lids slid open with forced effort. Blurred colors and lines met his gaze and he had to close his eyes again. None of them made sense, he could feel hands upon him and yet it seemed like it was happening to someone else.
More footsteps, too many footsteps, all breaking in on his dazed mind. It was all too much, everything was too loud...the breathing, the sobs, the tears, the voices, the footsteps. But he hadn't the strength to cover his ears and block all of them out. He just had to lay there and struggle to drone them all away.
"Harry..." There was a pause and then his name was repeated again. The voice had changed, no immpossible it was just the speaker that had changed. The voice had the tone of calm, quiet reserve. A gentle, yet age worned, hand had rested itself on his brow. Harry had to once more force his eyes to open. He blinked but still couldn't make sense of the blurred images.
Something was placed in his hand. His fingers folded about them, getting a feel for the object. Glasses, that is what they were. He fumbled with them for awhile before he managed to arrange them on his face. Suddenly the blurred figures came into sharp focus, once more his lids were squeezed tightly shut.
"Is he going to be okay?" The first voice had produced itself again. If it recieved an answer Harry couldn't tell. There was too much happening around him and all he wanted to do was drift back off into the warmth and comfort the dream world offered him.
"Here take this." And yet another voice, this one feminine. Something had been shoved to his lips, forcing his eyes open for yet was the foruth time in the passing of only a few minutes. Above him hovered the face of four boys all aorund his age, a wizened old wizard, and two witches. Slowly names began to arrange themselves with the faces. There was Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean...yes that was the four boys that he shared a room with. The wizard was...Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster at...Hogwarts. Yes, that all seemed in order. Then there was Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. Yes, that seemed to be everyone...no, he was forgetting someone...no...not someone but something. Chocolate, yes that was it, he was given chocolate and had yet to eat it.
He pushed the hunk of chocolate into his mouth with trembling fingers before making a foolish attempt at sitting up. "No Harry, just lie still and rest now." Dumbledore's voice filled his conscience once again. He struggled against teh advice and made himself sit up. Bad choice as it was, the struggle made his dizzy and just want to lay back down but he wouldn't allow it.
He shook his head, whether it was to rid himself of the sickening feeling inhis gut or as an accompany to his answer he wasn't entirly certain. "I'm fine..." He choked out hoarsly. He certainly didn't sound fine and at the moment didn't feel it either.
"Go on back to bed, all four of you." A comandering feminine voice directed his fellow schoolmates before turning itself to him. "Come on with us Harry." The owner of the voice, Professor McGonagall, took him by the arm. He leaned into her strong grasp, allowing her to steady him as his bare feet hit the cold stone of the floor. There was a hand on his other arm, Professor Dumbledore, helping to support his weight. Between the two of them, with Madam Pomfrey in the lead, the quartet made it's way to the hospital wing. His support left him in the care of Madam Pomfrey, whispered words exchanged before they left.
"Here, try to take this." A small bottle was placed within his hand and with guided efforts it reached his lips. The liquid flowed from the upturned bottle and ran down his throat. It held an icy edge and made him retch but then it all subsided into nothingness. Madam Pomfrey had gone and once more he was left to his solitude.
He had just about been able to doze off when he was snapped, rudely he figured, back to reality. Red hair first flooded his vision then a tangle of brown. He lowered his gaze slightly and his friends's faces came into view. Ron looked as if he hadn't slept all night, not to say that on top of that it was obvious to see that he had been crying. Hermoine appeared normal enough except that her visage was clouded with worry. "Hey guys..." He tried to make the statement as possible though it still vibrated with irate tension from being woken once again.
"What happened?" Hermoine was the first of the visiting duo to speak. Her hands were clenched together, fingers laced among themselves. His two best friends were staring at him and waiting for an answer.
He didn't know what to say, he had no idea of what they were talking about. "What do you mean?" He posed own question though fatigue made it hard for any of the following conversation to hold his interest.
"Ron said that you were crying out." Hermoine continued, glancing to Ron for confirmation. Ron still hadn't spoken during the duration of his visit but at prompting from Hermoine he opened his mouth to speak.
It took a few moments before the words wer formed and presented. "It looked like you were in pain and you wouldn't answer us." He glanced at Hermoine and she nodded her head, encouraging him on. "We thought that we would never get you to wake up."
Harry laughed dryly at his friends's antics, it was the most unexpected answers that either Ron or Hermoine could think of. The bemused Harry didn't seem to notice and soon fell into a fit of coughing. The likes of which borught Madam Pomfrey around. "Okay, it is time for you two to get to class now. Harry needs to rest so he won't be joining you." Madam Pomfrey shooed the duo from the room and a haphazard smile and wave passed between the student trio.
Harry had just lain his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes once more when a murmur of voices once more took hold of his conscience. "Has he slept any at all?" The Headmaster had returned.
"No sir, not a wink." Madam Pomfrey answered and both she and the Headmaster shared a glance at Harry. Madam Pomfrey moved to pull the curtain closed but that still didn't interupt Harry from catching pieces of the conversation.
"Good, we want to keep him awake." Dumbledore has continued as soon as the curtain was closed.
"Yes Professor but..." Madam Pomfrey had started but Dumbledore had cut her off with a shake of his head so instead she posed. "What do you think it is Professor?"
"Can't be too certain at this time but we have our hunches." Dumbledore's voice sounded tired and it wasn't hard to figure out that he had spent the rest of the time awake.
"We? Professor, you don't mean that you think it is..." Again she was cut off by Dumbledore.
"Just keep him awake until we can figure out what to do next Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore said just before he left, leaving Madam Pomfrey to ponder of the unusal circumstances. This wasn't the first time she had been asked to keep a student awake but the last time was so long ago... She shook her head, she didn't want to think on it anymore, they events just seemed too similar and yet she couldn't help but wonder if this would turn out the same way.
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Yes, another chapter has passed away and has come to a close. If I continue to keep getting appreciative reviews then I shall forge on with another chapter. So until next time... *** poofs in puffs of purple pixie powder ***