Author: Golddragon83 aka xanathosfr2000
Pairing: Eventual Neville/Draco
Rating :R for safety .
Disclaimer: I do not own the mentioned characters . JK Rowlings does
Author's notes: English is not my native language, I am French educated and therefore more fluent in French Language . I also apologize for the many spelling and grammar errors . I would also like to apologize for the rare updates but I am overwhelmed with studies... I might also use some spells from Final Fantasy VIII
Chapter V : Lorìen, Lothlorìen ... Rebirth...
Harry was flying at full speed towards Hogwarts which seemed like a blazing jewel in the horizon . The light the castle emitted was blinding yet full of warmth, cleansing and stimulating . It seemed to be emanating from Gryffondor Tower and rising in a pillar like shape . But the most astonishing phenomenon was undoubtedly the vegetation... An endless sea of green, undulating, pulsating, moving... Great breaking noises could be heard from deep within the Forbidden Forest as if the trees were uprooting themselves and moving ... The dense foliage was rippling as if creatures of great size were on the move ...
Glancing quickly at Draco, Harry's heart constricted painfully as he noticed the worry lines etched clearly on the blond man's face ... He was sure that he was ineluctably loosing Draco, that of course if he ever had him in the first place... Draco had been his first crush, his first lover, his first well ... everything . He liked Draco because albeit all their differences and past history, they had managed to establish an almost normal relationship ... Their common relation had been short but intense, but he realized now that they were not meant to be ... They were too independent, stubborn, powerful in their own way for their relation to have succeeded on the long term . They weren't able to make concessions to each other in a sense that he would never really submit to Draco, nor Draco would ever truly submit to him . He also knew deep down that Draco needed someone who would depend on him for protection and safety, someone who wouldn't try to discuss his every decision and yet still be able to have his own thoughts, ideas and opinions ... This role was just not made for him ... Draco and him were so much alike in some ways ...
Neville seemed the one destined to settle Draco down ... Could Ron be the one destined for him...? As resignation finally sank down in his heart, Harry sped a little more towards Hogwarts ...
Green, he was surrounded by green ... Green one of the main colors of life . The sun's ray were filtered through a light cover of oak leaves ... The rays were warm and suffused him with energy . He slowly began to take notice of his surroundings... He was laying on a patch of tender grass lusciously green, oak trees several millennia old surrounded him , his expert fingers dug in a rich fertile soil which smelled of health and future promise . Life and magic permeated the air and an indescribable sensation of peace appeased his senses and lulled him to his first real sleep in ages ...
And so Neville slept in the newly resurrected forest of Lothlorien unaware that he had restored the power of the legendary Three Rings of Power, and that he was being watched by a small group of persons silently guarding his sleep ...
For the first time in perhaps 20 years, Severus Snape didn't feel the usual peace and quiet he used to feel everytime he entered a Potion Lab . The familiar sight of bottles, liquids, ingredients and fuming cauldrons did nothing to ease his mind . His emotional state oscillated constantly between an outstandingly calm and controlled emotions to a maelstrom of joy, anger, fear and remorse ...
He had a son ... Which he had tormented for the last five years . He had to tell someone, anyone . He needed help ... He needed Frank . He could't face Neville ... Not yet anyway ....
-"That was unprecedented !" said a venerable old man . -"Yet predicted ... I had sensed that a great deal of the magical energy flow in Middlearth had been redirected towards Lothlorien; and that lothlorien had somehow shifted the energy towards a different plane of existence ..." those last words had been pronounced by a surprisingly beautiful and young woman whose eyes spoke of great wisdom and power... -"But why should we return now to Middlearth? Isn't it supposed to be the age of men? Isn't Valinor our new home ? All of the Ancient races are here! "said a young man of also preternatural beauty! -"The Men we left 15 thousand years ago in the land have disappeared, I sense now great suffering in the land . It is as if the very soul of the earth has been scorched by flames, as all the Ancient races left one after the other . Hobbits came to Valinor 40 centuries after the Elves along with the Dwarfs. Fangorn led the remaining Ents long before that . The Eagles have flown here a few decades ago, telling us that men had reached the peak of their evolution, yet at the same time, they were falling prey to their own greed and were engaged in wars were weapons were decimating entire populations ...!" the old man voiced . " You speak of truth Gandalf . So I suppose we were brought back to Middlearth to help it heal... Well it can count on the last Homely house and the Lady of Lorien ... but for now we must send The Heart Of Lorien back to the place it came from and go along with it . I sense a troubled soul and a great sadness . The Heart must find the Soul in order for it to be fully mended and happy ."
And joining action to the words Elrond Lord of Imaldris extended his hand over the sleeping form of Neville and the ring's newly restored power transported them to Gryffondor Tower at Hogwarts ...
Draco was finally flying over Hogwarts territory, when suddenly all of the extraordinary manifestations stopped. No more pulsating lights, the trees stopped moving, the wind died down . Then he suddenly couldn't remember why he was flying towards Hogwarts as if the memory was drained from his consciousness .Yet he knew that he should be beside Neville who somehow needed to be protected ... He was near the main entrance gate now, he started loosing altitude as his heart rate began picking up speed ...
The room was dimly lit, as if not to disturb the sleeping figure on the bed ... It would be the first time Draco would see Neville with his defenses down ... Neville without the distant facade and the cautious behaviour . His face was relaxed, taking a healthy pink color, the round cheeks had become sharper, the lips were full and red like a blossoming rose . Neville was not thin , yet also not fat, just plain . His hands were calloused from all the Herbology sessions yet still pretty . Neville wasn't beautiful as a sex symbol. He didn't ooze sex – appeal or seduction. He was like a hidden flower secretive and charming. Virginal! Draco was enthralled. He wanted to discover Neville's secrets, to capture his very essence and never to let it go. Discovering his newfound attraction to Neville, Draco did the very best next thing ... He lay down beside his consort and surrendered to a blissful sleep, lulled by Neville's soft breathing ...
In the mean time, The Forbidden Forest was greeting three distinguished faces representing races long gone before . Discreet movements could be detected beneath the thick foliage . Deatheaters would have been horrified by the sight of the extraordinarily diverse crowd . Unicorns, Vampires, Giants, Dwarfs, House elves, and many more species including black Dragons, Beholders and extremely rare Naga Queens were converging to a clearing in the forest. Some species were even older than the Elves themselves. But the objective was the same, the colonization of the freed territory of Middlearth. A long journey that was to be led by the Heart and the Soul... Time was coming to and end for magic on this plane of existence ...
P.S. : Thank you so much for the reviews . I liked them a lot .It really motivates me a lot . Thank . ALL OF YOU. If you would like to drop suggestions, ideas etc... Feel free to contact me on MSN. Did I mestion I was a 21 year old boy? Anyway the address is ramiabitayehhotmail.com
Author's notes: English is not my native language, I am French educated and therefore more fluent in French Language . I also apologize for the many spelling and grammar errors . I would also like to apologize for the rare updates but I am overwhelmed with studies... I might also use some spells from Final Fantasy VIII
Chapter V : Lorìen, Lothlorìen ... Rebirth...
Harry was flying at full speed towards Hogwarts which seemed like a blazing jewel in the horizon . The light the castle emitted was blinding yet full of warmth, cleansing and stimulating . It seemed to be emanating from Gryffondor Tower and rising in a pillar like shape . But the most astonishing phenomenon was undoubtedly the vegetation... An endless sea of green, undulating, pulsating, moving... Great breaking noises could be heard from deep within the Forbidden Forest as if the trees were uprooting themselves and moving ... The dense foliage was rippling as if creatures of great size were on the move ...
Glancing quickly at Draco, Harry's heart constricted painfully as he noticed the worry lines etched clearly on the blond man's face ... He was sure that he was ineluctably loosing Draco, that of course if he ever had him in the first place... Draco had been his first crush, his first lover, his first well ... everything . He liked Draco because albeit all their differences and past history, they had managed to establish an almost normal relationship ... Their common relation had been short but intense, but he realized now that they were not meant to be ... They were too independent, stubborn, powerful in their own way for their relation to have succeeded on the long term . They weren't able to make concessions to each other in a sense that he would never really submit to Draco, nor Draco would ever truly submit to him . He also knew deep down that Draco needed someone who would depend on him for protection and safety, someone who wouldn't try to discuss his every decision and yet still be able to have his own thoughts, ideas and opinions ... This role was just not made for him ... Draco and him were so much alike in some ways ...
Neville seemed the one destined to settle Draco down ... Could Ron be the one destined for him...? As resignation finally sank down in his heart, Harry sped a little more towards Hogwarts ...
Green, he was surrounded by green ... Green one of the main colors of life . The sun's ray were filtered through a light cover of oak leaves ... The rays were warm and suffused him with energy . He slowly began to take notice of his surroundings... He was laying on a patch of tender grass lusciously green, oak trees several millennia old surrounded him , his expert fingers dug in a rich fertile soil which smelled of health and future promise . Life and magic permeated the air and an indescribable sensation of peace appeased his senses and lulled him to his first real sleep in ages ...
And so Neville slept in the newly resurrected forest of Lothlorien unaware that he had restored the power of the legendary Three Rings of Power, and that he was being watched by a small group of persons silently guarding his sleep ...
For the first time in perhaps 20 years, Severus Snape didn't feel the usual peace and quiet he used to feel everytime he entered a Potion Lab . The familiar sight of bottles, liquids, ingredients and fuming cauldrons did nothing to ease his mind . His emotional state oscillated constantly between an outstandingly calm and controlled emotions to a maelstrom of joy, anger, fear and remorse ...
He had a son ... Which he had tormented for the last five years . He had to tell someone, anyone . He needed help ... He needed Frank . He could't face Neville ... Not yet anyway ....
-"That was unprecedented !" said a venerable old man . -"Yet predicted ... I had sensed that a great deal of the magical energy flow in Middlearth had been redirected towards Lothlorien; and that lothlorien had somehow shifted the energy towards a different plane of existence ..." those last words had been pronounced by a surprisingly beautiful and young woman whose eyes spoke of great wisdom and power... -"But why should we return now to Middlearth? Isn't it supposed to be the age of men? Isn't Valinor our new home ? All of the Ancient races are here! "said a young man of also preternatural beauty! -"The Men we left 15 thousand years ago in the land have disappeared, I sense now great suffering in the land . It is as if the very soul of the earth has been scorched by flames, as all the Ancient races left one after the other . Hobbits came to Valinor 40 centuries after the Elves along with the Dwarfs. Fangorn led the remaining Ents long before that . The Eagles have flown here a few decades ago, telling us that men had reached the peak of their evolution, yet at the same time, they were falling prey to their own greed and were engaged in wars were weapons were decimating entire populations ...!" the old man voiced . " You speak of truth Gandalf . So I suppose we were brought back to Middlearth to help it heal... Well it can count on the last Homely house and the Lady of Lorien ... but for now we must send The Heart Of Lorien back to the place it came from and go along with it . I sense a troubled soul and a great sadness . The Heart must find the Soul in order for it to be fully mended and happy ."
And joining action to the words Elrond Lord of Imaldris extended his hand over the sleeping form of Neville and the ring's newly restored power transported them to Gryffondor Tower at Hogwarts ...
Draco was finally flying over Hogwarts territory, when suddenly all of the extraordinary manifestations stopped. No more pulsating lights, the trees stopped moving, the wind died down . Then he suddenly couldn't remember why he was flying towards Hogwarts as if the memory was drained from his consciousness .Yet he knew that he should be beside Neville who somehow needed to be protected ... He was near the main entrance gate now, he started loosing altitude as his heart rate began picking up speed ...
The room was dimly lit, as if not to disturb the sleeping figure on the bed ... It would be the first time Draco would see Neville with his defenses down ... Neville without the distant facade and the cautious behaviour . His face was relaxed, taking a healthy pink color, the round cheeks had become sharper, the lips were full and red like a blossoming rose . Neville was not thin , yet also not fat, just plain . His hands were calloused from all the Herbology sessions yet still pretty . Neville wasn't beautiful as a sex symbol. He didn't ooze sex – appeal or seduction. He was like a hidden flower secretive and charming. Virginal! Draco was enthralled. He wanted to discover Neville's secrets, to capture his very essence and never to let it go. Discovering his newfound attraction to Neville, Draco did the very best next thing ... He lay down beside his consort and surrendered to a blissful sleep, lulled by Neville's soft breathing ...
In the mean time, The Forbidden Forest was greeting three distinguished faces representing races long gone before . Discreet movements could be detected beneath the thick foliage . Deatheaters would have been horrified by the sight of the extraordinarily diverse crowd . Unicorns, Vampires, Giants, Dwarfs, House elves, and many more species including black Dragons, Beholders and extremely rare Naga Queens were converging to a clearing in the forest. Some species were even older than the Elves themselves. But the objective was the same, the colonization of the freed territory of Middlearth. A long journey that was to be led by the Heart and the Soul... Time was coming to and end for magic on this plane of existence ...
P.S. : Thank you so much for the reviews . I liked them a lot .It really motivates me a lot . Thank . ALL OF YOU. If you would like to drop suggestions, ideas etc... Feel free to contact me on MSN. Did I mestion I was a 21 year old boy? Anyway the address is ramiabitayehhotmail.com