Title: Bury Me Deep
Author: Lullaby
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. All of them are the much cavorted property of JKR. No characters were hurt and no profit was made in this production.
Summary: No summary yet except that there will be slash (Harry/Draco) later on. If you are offended in any way by this LEAVE NOW. I have no time or need for flamers, Anti-gay protests, or other such annoying things. Go read a het fic if you can't take it. No skin off my back.
Chapter 1: To the Surface
Harry James Potter was to be sixteen in two minutes. He was silently watching his beat up wrist watch, one arm hanging in front of his face, the other over the edge of the bed. Harry was in his room, counting the seconds off until the small digital numbers rolled over, wondering if this year would be any different than the previous fifteen. He couldn't imagine why it would be, his previous ones had never been... except maybe his eleventh, but that was different.
Thirty seconds and counting... twenty-nine... twenty-eight...
The tap of an owl's beak on his window. Wonder who that's from. he clambered out of his bed, abandoning his watch to see if the owl tapping on his window had brought anything interesting. Opening the window, he let the owl fly in and land on his bed. A parcel was attached to it's leg, a present from 'Mione, it looked like by the unmistakable thick book shape. He reached to tug package from the owl's leg when his scar made it's presence know with a small tweak. He rubbed at it absently, not thinking much about it as it did that often now that Voldemort had returned.
A few more owls flapped and fluttered into his room as his watch beeped, announcing midnight's arrival. His scar pinched again, a little harder than before. Pinched? He thought, that can't be right. But that was the way it felt. As if it were pinching his forehead. Shaking it off, he reached again for Hermione's birthday gift. Before his hand had come with in five inches of the present, Harry James Potter was out cold.
One owl that had gone unnoticed by the boy turned tail and swooped off the sill and back into the night.
Author: Lullaby
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. All of them are the much cavorted property of JKR. No characters were hurt and no profit was made in this production.
Summary: No summary yet except that there will be slash (Harry/Draco) later on. If you are offended in any way by this LEAVE NOW. I have no time or need for flamers, Anti-gay protests, or other such annoying things. Go read a het fic if you can't take it. No skin off my back.
Chapter 1: To the Surface
Harry James Potter was to be sixteen in two minutes. He was silently watching his beat up wrist watch, one arm hanging in front of his face, the other over the edge of the bed. Harry was in his room, counting the seconds off until the small digital numbers rolled over, wondering if this year would be any different than the previous fifteen. He couldn't imagine why it would be, his previous ones had never been... except maybe his eleventh, but that was different.
Thirty seconds and counting... twenty-nine... twenty-eight...
The tap of an owl's beak on his window. Wonder who that's from. he clambered out of his bed, abandoning his watch to see if the owl tapping on his window had brought anything interesting. Opening the window, he let the owl fly in and land on his bed. A parcel was attached to it's leg, a present from 'Mione, it looked like by the unmistakable thick book shape. He reached to tug package from the owl's leg when his scar made it's presence know with a small tweak. He rubbed at it absently, not thinking much about it as it did that often now that Voldemort had returned.
A few more owls flapped and fluttered into his room as his watch beeped, announcing midnight's arrival. His scar pinched again, a little harder than before. Pinched? He thought, that can't be right. But that was the way it felt. As if it were pinching his forehead. Shaking it off, he reached again for Hermione's birthday gift. Before his hand had come with in five inches of the present, Harry James Potter was out cold.
One owl that had gone unnoticed by the boy turned tail and swooped off the sill and back into the night.