Title: Watashi Daiichi no shû dorei ai
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Email: shiniblackfanslashhotmail.com
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are created and owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Status: UN-BETAED
Notes: I know it was a bit late update but hey I'm still plotting some ideas for the story. Lately my professors had been getting nasty, giving us homework and assignments everyday. It's driving me crazy! I only have the weekend nights to write and check my e-mail. Also I've been having some crying breakdown (problems with my family) and things are getting more horrible for me. I manage to make some sketches for this story such as Hermione and the cover (with my new style of drawing). Forgive me if there are some horrible errors but I didn't have the time to revise it. Well thanks for all those reviews and here's chapter six. Hope you'll like.
Chapter Six: The Truth Behind Harry
"We meet again Potter," he whispered and raised his wand. Suddenly, images flew into his mind as Voldemort grinned evilly.
"Harry!" He ran as fast as he could through the corridors, hooded men tailing him.
"Harry!" he could hear his father yell.
Suddenly he felt something hit him hard on his back and stumbled, slipping through the floor. He was about to stand up when someone grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up. He winced in pain as the intruder kept a firm grip on his hair.
"The Great Harry Potter," the figure whispered with malice, "Honestly, you seem like nothing from the prophecy."
"Voldemort! Let go of him!" James, Harry's father yelled.
"And you need your father to fight for you?" The figure asked and clucked. Harry shuddered as cold air surrounded him.
James drew his sword out. "Spare me James," Voldemort said and with a loud pop both were gone.
Voldemort pinned him down onto the floor. He tried to shake the Dark Lord's grip but failed to.
"I will not tolerate to have an equal! I, only I will conquer and rule this entire world and have them all under my command!"
"Believe me, I'm not trying to do that," he said trying to push him away. Damn it, where was his wand when he needed it!
Voldemort shook him and slammed him hard, making his head bang onto the ground. "Shut up! I will get rid of you."
Suddenly Voldemort grinned with malice and chuckled. "Of course your magic will be useful." He drew his wand out and pointed it at Harry's heart.
"Say hello to your mother for me. Abolesco anima absorbeo magus," He whispered. Harry tensed all over and a silent scream formed on his lips. Lighting bolts emerged from the pointed tip of Voldemort's wand and embraced Harry's body.
Voldemort laughed out loud as Harry's green orbs turned white and his body shook all over. The top of a white energy ball emerged from Harry's heart. "Yes!" Voldemort yelled but...
A strong wind hit Voldemort and tried to push him away but his grip on his wand didn't let him. He felt something cold rolling down his cheeks and his vision turned red; he was crying blood.
He looked at his hand pressed on Harry's stomach; it was turning paler and paler every second and his bones were visible. His black hair grew longer as the lighting bolts embraced them both.
"Who's there?" someone called. The lighting bolts made contact with the energy ball and pushed them both away. Voldemort looked at his hand and growled.
"You cursed me! You placed a curse on me, yet you are unmarked!" Harry sat down and hugged himself as his body trembled all over. Ragging sounds came from Harry's body forming scars on his flesh and red-vivid blood soaked his chest, arms and legs. It was like seeing an invisible man slashing his body with a sharp knife.
"Is somebody there?" Voldemort growled and pointed his wand at Harry's forehead.
"This won't be my last, Potter." Harry's eyes widen as Voldemort's lips formed the word:
"Obliviate."
Harry looked in awe at Voldemort. So that's how Randy found him and he ended up with young Malfoy; Voldemort was the cause of his forgotten past. He suddenly felt pain embracing his body and scars burned into his skin, opening his flesh and sending blood everywhere.
"So now you remember," Voldemort hissed as Harry tried his best to keep his eyes open. "You don't know how it feels to drink a potion every week to hide this horrible curse you dared to place upon me." Voldemort's hair grew longer as his skin turned paler and bony.
"I've grown sick and weak, yet I keep my hold on the task of finally getting rid of you; my equal."
Harry's eyes widen. "This will be your end." Nine hooded figures entered the room.
"Take him away!" Voldemort hissed shoving Harry at the figures' black- gloved hands.
His glasses slipped from his temples and another figure stepped onto them. His vision was blurry as the men dragged him outside. At the distance he saw Voldemort his hands soaked with blood and wrote fine long letters on the solid wall.
"DRACO!"
Draco leaped to his feet looking out of the window. He swore he heard Harry call his name. Hermione looked at the concerned Draco as she made her way beside him.
She felt sorry for Draco; He was in love with his slave Harry. Hermione couldn't blame him; Harry was gorgeous. Since he was introduced to her, his father had done nothing but keep him locked in the living room, now with her.
To be honest Hermione didn't have the least attraction towards Draco. Sure, Draco was sexy and handsome but taking a man away from the love of his live was horrible enough. Since she had laid her eyes on Harry and Draco she noticed both men felt for each other.
"What happened?" Hermione asked placing her hand on his shoulder.
"I swore I heard Harry calling me." Suddenly something hit Draco hard as the whining of the wind reached their ears and Draco's heart turned cold. Pain; he can feel it, Harry's pain.
"Harry," he whispered holding his chest, breathing heavily.
The door burst opened and a strong wind made them lose their balance. Hermione looked up to find Draco running towards the doors.
"Wait for me, Draco!"
When they exited the Malfoy Manor, five bandits pass by them riding ferocious horses. They ran through the town, pushing and bumping with lots of citizens along the way. Hermione managed to catch her breath when they arrived at Draco's flat.
But the scene made her cover her mouth while gasping. On the other hand, Draco looked at the scene in pure awe as dark red blood dripped down the wall reading:
This will be the end of Harry Potter
"I didn't know Harry was a Potter," Hermione whispered as Draco bent down to pick up the round black glasses.
"We must find him," he whispered. "Harry is vulnerable right now, and he doesn't recall his past."
"But what if he's dead?" When Hermione heard the creak of something being broken she regret what she had said.
"He's not dead!" Draco yelled, "He can't be!"
"What?" He yelled, surprised, and slammed his fist onto the wooden desktop. "You can't work for me either?"
"I am terribly sorry Young Malfoy but those were my orders."
"Whose orders?" Hermione asked.
"Old Lucius." Draco gritted his teeth and flicked his hand forward sending the man flying backwards towards the wall.
"Draco, control yourself!" Hermione said as they exited the Hunter Agency. Draco got this idea to send a Hunter to look for Harry but his father had shattered his plans again and again.
"I bet he is behind all this! He must have known about Harry to ban me from looking for him!"
"Draco, getting angry won't help matters."
"Young Draco Malfoy, I presume?" Draco turned to look at the source of the voice. It was from a man of his age with long dark blonde hair, high cheekbones and pouty lips.
"Blaise?" The boy wasn't a total stranger to Draco or a best friend for him. Sure, Blaise was the only son of Christopher Zabini, one of the representatives of the assembling.
"You're looking for hunters, are you?"
"I am but I was banned-"
"To every right," Blaise finished, "I understand; it happened to me as well. You can go over there," he said pointing at the towers of a short castle, "That is the only place your father doesn't have control."
"You're sending me to a place I'm despised the most?"
"If you explain your reasons, they will understand. Go and ask for Young Ronald Weasley, he's one of the finest and noble knights you can find."
"Prince Weasley?" Blaise nodded and winked at him leaving them alone.
Draco turned to look at Hermione. "Hermione can you do me a favor?"
"Yes?"
"Spy on him."
"I'm on it!" she yelled as Draco ran out towards the hills of the Weasley kingdom.
Pigs, chickens, cows and donkeys. Hard working and moving people, packing, mounting, cleaning around. The sound of laughing, jumping and running children around the fields of their houses reached his ears. Where the hell will he find Prince Weasley without being sacked?
He approached a young and clothed elegant lady playing with the children. Her hair was red, long and braided; her eyes were hazel and her freckled face and smile made her look charming.
"Excuse me," he said poking her shoulder, snapping her from her playing children, "Where may I find Ronald Weasley?"
Her eyes shifted from his cold gray eyes to his blonde hair. "Malfoy?" The citizens stopped working and looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I bring no harm," he said drawing his arms up, "I have come of my free will not my father's." The citizens continued working whispering every now and then.
"Now young lady will you help me or not?"
"Why do you want to see my brother?"
"I am in need of help."
After walking for minutes the young lady called Ginny led him inside a fine agency. She smiled at him as she suddenly slammed her fist on the wooden desktop.
"Ron, you have a customer." A tall, pumped, red haired man emerged from the door behind the desktop. His hair reached his chest, as his hazel eyes bored into Draco's own cold ones and wrinkled his nose.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?"
"I have come with need of help. I need you to work for me."
"Why of all places here? For you have lots of knights in your kingdom."
"None are available to me. I need to find my beloved who was kidnapped from bandits."
"Bandits in your kingdom? Thieves do not dwell in a kingdom."
"Unless someone let them inside." Ron massaged his chin in deep thought.
"Why should I help you?"
"Damnit Weasley! My father banned me from hiring a hunter to look for my beloved. I have no right to claim help and I came here because a man told me you are a noble and fine knight who can help me in my search and if I don't find him the bandits will kill him!"
"Yes you've been informed well. Noble I am and I cannot deny help not even from my mortal-" Ron stopped and looked at Draco, raised eyebrow, "Him? Your beloved is a he?"
Draco was about to growl when he realized he spilled more than necessary. "Don't even dare to say a word or I'll strangle you to death."
"You should watch your mouth Malfoy, or else I won't help you." Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Will thee help me?"
"Yes, your beloved is in dangerous hands but you need to leave your kingdom and come with me to find your beloved."
"I thank thee,"
"Is not that easy, you still need to pay me," Ron grinned and expended his hand, "Even if I'm noble I search for adventures."
Draco frowned and placed the last fifteen gold coins from his pockets. "That is not enough."
"That's all I have for now."
"Then I guess you can find another knight-"
"No! All right! I'll give you something better, rather than money," Draco said, "Are you single?"
"Yes, I haven't found my love."
"How about the fifteen gold coins with a beautiful and smart woman?"
"Are you giving me a slave?"
"No, I assure you, she is a fine and elegant woman. What do you say?"
Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco. "Promise with thee blood?"
"Promise as a wizard's debt. You give me aid and I'll give you happiness." 'Hermione is going to kill me,' he thought.
"Deal!" Ron shook hands with Malfoy and added, "I can lend you a horse but do you have a sword?"
Draco looked at his hands in full interest and blushing he whispered, "No."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Draco you are King Deimon's grandchild and you never bear a sword tied on your belt?"
Suddenly something came to Draco's mind, "Actually, I do have a sword but it's inside the Malfoy Manor."
"Are you implying-?"
""That we should pick it up," Draco said, not telling Ron that 'his' sword wasn't his...
TBC...
Notes: Yeah! Finished this chapter! I'm not sure if it's okay but I hope you like it. I've been very loaded down with paperwork and homework and I barely have the time to write (The longest I could sit down each day to write was ten to fifteen minutes checking updates, e-mails and writing this.) From now on each chapter will take two or three weekends to write. Abolesco anima absorbeo magus means 'vanish soul absorb magic' in Latin.
Next chapter: Draco and Ron pick up this mysterious sword and reached the bandits only to see surprising changes in Harry and Voldemort.
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Email: shiniblackfanslashhotmail.com
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are created and owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Status: UN-BETAED
Notes: I know it was a bit late update but hey I'm still plotting some ideas for the story. Lately my professors had been getting nasty, giving us homework and assignments everyday. It's driving me crazy! I only have the weekend nights to write and check my e-mail. Also I've been having some crying breakdown (problems with my family) and things are getting more horrible for me. I manage to make some sketches for this story such as Hermione and the cover (with my new style of drawing). Forgive me if there are some horrible errors but I didn't have the time to revise it. Well thanks for all those reviews and here's chapter six. Hope you'll like.
Chapter Six: The Truth Behind Harry
"We meet again Potter," he whispered and raised his wand. Suddenly, images flew into his mind as Voldemort grinned evilly.
"Harry!" He ran as fast as he could through the corridors, hooded men tailing him.
"Harry!" he could hear his father yell.
Suddenly he felt something hit him hard on his back and stumbled, slipping through the floor. He was about to stand up when someone grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up. He winced in pain as the intruder kept a firm grip on his hair.
"The Great Harry Potter," the figure whispered with malice, "Honestly, you seem like nothing from the prophecy."
"Voldemort! Let go of him!" James, Harry's father yelled.
"And you need your father to fight for you?" The figure asked and clucked. Harry shuddered as cold air surrounded him.
James drew his sword out. "Spare me James," Voldemort said and with a loud pop both were gone.
Voldemort pinned him down onto the floor. He tried to shake the Dark Lord's grip but failed to.
"I will not tolerate to have an equal! I, only I will conquer and rule this entire world and have them all under my command!"
"Believe me, I'm not trying to do that," he said trying to push him away. Damn it, where was his wand when he needed it!
Voldemort shook him and slammed him hard, making his head bang onto the ground. "Shut up! I will get rid of you."
Suddenly Voldemort grinned with malice and chuckled. "Of course your magic will be useful." He drew his wand out and pointed it at Harry's heart.
"Say hello to your mother for me. Abolesco anima absorbeo magus," He whispered. Harry tensed all over and a silent scream formed on his lips. Lighting bolts emerged from the pointed tip of Voldemort's wand and embraced Harry's body.
Voldemort laughed out loud as Harry's green orbs turned white and his body shook all over. The top of a white energy ball emerged from Harry's heart. "Yes!" Voldemort yelled but...
A strong wind hit Voldemort and tried to push him away but his grip on his wand didn't let him. He felt something cold rolling down his cheeks and his vision turned red; he was crying blood.
He looked at his hand pressed on Harry's stomach; it was turning paler and paler every second and his bones were visible. His black hair grew longer as the lighting bolts embraced them both.
"Who's there?" someone called. The lighting bolts made contact with the energy ball and pushed them both away. Voldemort looked at his hand and growled.
"You cursed me! You placed a curse on me, yet you are unmarked!" Harry sat down and hugged himself as his body trembled all over. Ragging sounds came from Harry's body forming scars on his flesh and red-vivid blood soaked his chest, arms and legs. It was like seeing an invisible man slashing his body with a sharp knife.
"Is somebody there?" Voldemort growled and pointed his wand at Harry's forehead.
"This won't be my last, Potter." Harry's eyes widen as Voldemort's lips formed the word:
"Obliviate."
Harry looked in awe at Voldemort. So that's how Randy found him and he ended up with young Malfoy; Voldemort was the cause of his forgotten past. He suddenly felt pain embracing his body and scars burned into his skin, opening his flesh and sending blood everywhere.
"So now you remember," Voldemort hissed as Harry tried his best to keep his eyes open. "You don't know how it feels to drink a potion every week to hide this horrible curse you dared to place upon me." Voldemort's hair grew longer as his skin turned paler and bony.
"I've grown sick and weak, yet I keep my hold on the task of finally getting rid of you; my equal."
Harry's eyes widen. "This will be your end." Nine hooded figures entered the room.
"Take him away!" Voldemort hissed shoving Harry at the figures' black- gloved hands.
His glasses slipped from his temples and another figure stepped onto them. His vision was blurry as the men dragged him outside. At the distance he saw Voldemort his hands soaked with blood and wrote fine long letters on the solid wall.
"DRACO!"
Draco leaped to his feet looking out of the window. He swore he heard Harry call his name. Hermione looked at the concerned Draco as she made her way beside him.
She felt sorry for Draco; He was in love with his slave Harry. Hermione couldn't blame him; Harry was gorgeous. Since he was introduced to her, his father had done nothing but keep him locked in the living room, now with her.
To be honest Hermione didn't have the least attraction towards Draco. Sure, Draco was sexy and handsome but taking a man away from the love of his live was horrible enough. Since she had laid her eyes on Harry and Draco she noticed both men felt for each other.
"What happened?" Hermione asked placing her hand on his shoulder.
"I swore I heard Harry calling me." Suddenly something hit Draco hard as the whining of the wind reached their ears and Draco's heart turned cold. Pain; he can feel it, Harry's pain.
"Harry," he whispered holding his chest, breathing heavily.
The door burst opened and a strong wind made them lose their balance. Hermione looked up to find Draco running towards the doors.
"Wait for me, Draco!"
When they exited the Malfoy Manor, five bandits pass by them riding ferocious horses. They ran through the town, pushing and bumping with lots of citizens along the way. Hermione managed to catch her breath when they arrived at Draco's flat.
But the scene made her cover her mouth while gasping. On the other hand, Draco looked at the scene in pure awe as dark red blood dripped down the wall reading:
This will be the end of Harry Potter
"I didn't know Harry was a Potter," Hermione whispered as Draco bent down to pick up the round black glasses.
"We must find him," he whispered. "Harry is vulnerable right now, and he doesn't recall his past."
"But what if he's dead?" When Hermione heard the creak of something being broken she regret what she had said.
"He's not dead!" Draco yelled, "He can't be!"
"What?" He yelled, surprised, and slammed his fist onto the wooden desktop. "You can't work for me either?"
"I am terribly sorry Young Malfoy but those were my orders."
"Whose orders?" Hermione asked.
"Old Lucius." Draco gritted his teeth and flicked his hand forward sending the man flying backwards towards the wall.
"Draco, control yourself!" Hermione said as they exited the Hunter Agency. Draco got this idea to send a Hunter to look for Harry but his father had shattered his plans again and again.
"I bet he is behind all this! He must have known about Harry to ban me from looking for him!"
"Draco, getting angry won't help matters."
"Young Draco Malfoy, I presume?" Draco turned to look at the source of the voice. It was from a man of his age with long dark blonde hair, high cheekbones and pouty lips.
"Blaise?" The boy wasn't a total stranger to Draco or a best friend for him. Sure, Blaise was the only son of Christopher Zabini, one of the representatives of the assembling.
"You're looking for hunters, are you?"
"I am but I was banned-"
"To every right," Blaise finished, "I understand; it happened to me as well. You can go over there," he said pointing at the towers of a short castle, "That is the only place your father doesn't have control."
"You're sending me to a place I'm despised the most?"
"If you explain your reasons, they will understand. Go and ask for Young Ronald Weasley, he's one of the finest and noble knights you can find."
"Prince Weasley?" Blaise nodded and winked at him leaving them alone.
Draco turned to look at Hermione. "Hermione can you do me a favor?"
"Yes?"
"Spy on him."
"I'm on it!" she yelled as Draco ran out towards the hills of the Weasley kingdom.
Pigs, chickens, cows and donkeys. Hard working and moving people, packing, mounting, cleaning around. The sound of laughing, jumping and running children around the fields of their houses reached his ears. Where the hell will he find Prince Weasley without being sacked?
He approached a young and clothed elegant lady playing with the children. Her hair was red, long and braided; her eyes were hazel and her freckled face and smile made her look charming.
"Excuse me," he said poking her shoulder, snapping her from her playing children, "Where may I find Ronald Weasley?"
Her eyes shifted from his cold gray eyes to his blonde hair. "Malfoy?" The citizens stopped working and looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I bring no harm," he said drawing his arms up, "I have come of my free will not my father's." The citizens continued working whispering every now and then.
"Now young lady will you help me or not?"
"Why do you want to see my brother?"
"I am in need of help."
After walking for minutes the young lady called Ginny led him inside a fine agency. She smiled at him as she suddenly slammed her fist on the wooden desktop.
"Ron, you have a customer." A tall, pumped, red haired man emerged from the door behind the desktop. His hair reached his chest, as his hazel eyes bored into Draco's own cold ones and wrinkled his nose.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?"
"I have come with need of help. I need you to work for me."
"Why of all places here? For you have lots of knights in your kingdom."
"None are available to me. I need to find my beloved who was kidnapped from bandits."
"Bandits in your kingdom? Thieves do not dwell in a kingdom."
"Unless someone let them inside." Ron massaged his chin in deep thought.
"Why should I help you?"
"Damnit Weasley! My father banned me from hiring a hunter to look for my beloved. I have no right to claim help and I came here because a man told me you are a noble and fine knight who can help me in my search and if I don't find him the bandits will kill him!"
"Yes you've been informed well. Noble I am and I cannot deny help not even from my mortal-" Ron stopped and looked at Draco, raised eyebrow, "Him? Your beloved is a he?"
Draco was about to growl when he realized he spilled more than necessary. "Don't even dare to say a word or I'll strangle you to death."
"You should watch your mouth Malfoy, or else I won't help you." Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Will thee help me?"
"Yes, your beloved is in dangerous hands but you need to leave your kingdom and come with me to find your beloved."
"I thank thee,"
"Is not that easy, you still need to pay me," Ron grinned and expended his hand, "Even if I'm noble I search for adventures."
Draco frowned and placed the last fifteen gold coins from his pockets. "That is not enough."
"That's all I have for now."
"Then I guess you can find another knight-"
"No! All right! I'll give you something better, rather than money," Draco said, "Are you single?"
"Yes, I haven't found my love."
"How about the fifteen gold coins with a beautiful and smart woman?"
"Are you giving me a slave?"
"No, I assure you, she is a fine and elegant woman. What do you say?"
Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco. "Promise with thee blood?"
"Promise as a wizard's debt. You give me aid and I'll give you happiness." 'Hermione is going to kill me,' he thought.
"Deal!" Ron shook hands with Malfoy and added, "I can lend you a horse but do you have a sword?"
Draco looked at his hands in full interest and blushing he whispered, "No."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Draco you are King Deimon's grandchild and you never bear a sword tied on your belt?"
Suddenly something came to Draco's mind, "Actually, I do have a sword but it's inside the Malfoy Manor."
"Are you implying-?"
""That we should pick it up," Draco said, not telling Ron that 'his' sword wasn't his...
TBC...
Notes: Yeah! Finished this chapter! I'm not sure if it's okay but I hope you like it. I've been very loaded down with paperwork and homework and I barely have the time to write (The longest I could sit down each day to write was ten to fifteen minutes checking updates, e-mails and writing this.) From now on each chapter will take two or three weekends to write. Abolesco anima absorbeo magus means 'vanish soul absorb magic' in Latin.
Next chapter: Draco and Ron pick up this mysterious sword and reached the bandits only to see surprising changes in Harry and Voldemort.