Hurt turns to hating
Chapter 5
Yup I'm posting this later than I thought............i think schools stressing me out -_-; anyway then I get a cold...........
Catsiy15
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Herimone couldn't believe that Harry could murder anybody; but then again she couldn't believe that Harry had become such a handsome man. Why did Harry chose the dark side? Why was he determined to kill the ones that love him? But if Harry was evil, then where was Voldemont? Was Harry acting on his on will?
So many questions needed to be answered. Herimone rubbed her temples with her fingers trying to will away the headache that threaten her head right now.
Ever since that Halloween where he had saved her from the troll she had loved him. Even now she loved him, even after he had killed and tried to kill, she couldn't deny her feelings; they were just to strong. But of corse....they were dating when he was sent to prison.....technically they were still dating.
Every year she noticed that after every summer and Harrys' meetings with Voldemont, he just seemed exhausted in many ways; mentally, physically and he seemed more depressed and broken each day.
She had noticed and tired to talk to him about it, but he always said that he was fine and if anything he was just stressed out from school work. Herimone wanted to cry for him.
Herimone sat at a desk in her perfects' room with her head in her hands. The wind picked up and howled against her window; Herimone was too deep in thought to notice.
Herimone did notice however when the window blew open tipping over a bottle of red ink. The ink spilled it's way down the desk, running slowly in little liquid streams, like hot candle wax, down a piece of parchment.
Herimone gasped and reached to pick up the bottle of half empty ink, when the ink stopped coming from the tipped ink bottle. The ink on the parchment ran down making it's trail, not staining nor getting the parchment wet; it was like liquid restaint parchment...
The ink's trail formed slowly into words.
Red ink flows like blood....does in not? Herimone gasped Herimone, so sorry to invade but reading your emotions I have found that you still love me.....can you really love a killer? I have found myself still longing for you... hehe And even Azkaban could not rid me of those feelings.......I've never missed or wanted you more than right now..
A noise behind her caused her to turn around, Harry was crouching in her window sill.
Herimone stood up from her desk and began to walk towards the door, but when he moved she stopped.
"Whats the matter Herimone? Don't you love me?" he smirked getting off the window sill and standing full length in front of the window.
"I do love you, but you scare me so much now.." Harry crossed the room in a few quick strides, surprising Herimone. He seem like he stood about 3in from her.
" Herimone...don't worry I could never hurt you, only you give me feelings back, it may be only two feelings but, hey I'll take that"
Now Herimone was confused "Harry do you mean that you have no fee-"
Harry had closed the small gap in between them and slammed his lips to hers. He wrapped his strong arms around her pressing his body closer to hers. She returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around him in response.
The kiss was full of passion and three years of un-fulled love. Harry ran his tongue over her lips wanting entrance, Herimone gasped at the pleasure and Harry took this chance. Their tongues danced together till they had to break for air; their breathing sallow as they leaned foreheads together.
"Harry, I've missed you so much.......but you've changed so much...what happened?" Herimone panted
Harry closed his eyes for a moment then reopened them, " Herimone you never need to hear what broke me, your too pure"
Herimone was about to protest when Harrys lips meet hers again. Herimone felt her self being pushed backward; he pushed her to the door pressing her against it, his kisses hungrily wanting more of her lips. She wanted more of his lips too.
But he stopped suddenly; and his eyes closed and when he reopened them his eyes were as blank as new parchment(corny, huh?) He swung her from the door and pushed her down on her bed.
He straddled her, and once again slamming down his lips to hers; his hands roaming her body. Herimones' eyes widened; this was not the Harry she knew, not her Harry.
She violently pushed him away. Harry's blank eyes darkened and he gritted his teeth.
"You will regret that!" he yelled through his gritted teeth
Harry rushed at her grabbing ahold her arms, he swung her to a wall this time, pinning her against it.
"Now you will regret what you did, I'm going to punish you" he sneered at her, his blank eyes boring into her soul.
Herimone panicked; this was not Harry, something was wrong with him.......those blank eyes looked like they were under a spell......the spell looked familiar.....
There I posted! I'm so sorry making you all wait long! Don't hate me! R&R!
~catsiy15
Chapter 5
Yup I'm posting this later than I thought............i think schools stressing me out -_-; anyway then I get a cold...........
Catsiy15
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Herimone couldn't believe that Harry could murder anybody; but then again she couldn't believe that Harry had become such a handsome man. Why did Harry chose the dark side? Why was he determined to kill the ones that love him? But if Harry was evil, then where was Voldemont? Was Harry acting on his on will?
So many questions needed to be answered. Herimone rubbed her temples with her fingers trying to will away the headache that threaten her head right now.
Ever since that Halloween where he had saved her from the troll she had loved him. Even now she loved him, even after he had killed and tried to kill, she couldn't deny her feelings; they were just to strong. But of corse....they were dating when he was sent to prison.....technically they were still dating.
Every year she noticed that after every summer and Harrys' meetings with Voldemont, he just seemed exhausted in many ways; mentally, physically and he seemed more depressed and broken each day.
She had noticed and tired to talk to him about it, but he always said that he was fine and if anything he was just stressed out from school work. Herimone wanted to cry for him.
Herimone sat at a desk in her perfects' room with her head in her hands. The wind picked up and howled against her window; Herimone was too deep in thought to notice.
Herimone did notice however when the window blew open tipping over a bottle of red ink. The ink spilled it's way down the desk, running slowly in little liquid streams, like hot candle wax, down a piece of parchment.
Herimone gasped and reached to pick up the bottle of half empty ink, when the ink stopped coming from the tipped ink bottle. The ink on the parchment ran down making it's trail, not staining nor getting the parchment wet; it was like liquid restaint parchment...
The ink's trail formed slowly into words.
Red ink flows like blood....does in not? Herimone gasped Herimone, so sorry to invade but reading your emotions I have found that you still love me.....can you really love a killer? I have found myself still longing for you... hehe And even Azkaban could not rid me of those feelings.......I've never missed or wanted you more than right now..
A noise behind her caused her to turn around, Harry was crouching in her window sill.
Herimone stood up from her desk and began to walk towards the door, but when he moved she stopped.
"Whats the matter Herimone? Don't you love me?" he smirked getting off the window sill and standing full length in front of the window.
"I do love you, but you scare me so much now.." Harry crossed the room in a few quick strides, surprising Herimone. He seem like he stood about 3in from her.
" Herimone...don't worry I could never hurt you, only you give me feelings back, it may be only two feelings but, hey I'll take that"
Now Herimone was confused "Harry do you mean that you have no fee-"
Harry had closed the small gap in between them and slammed his lips to hers. He wrapped his strong arms around her pressing his body closer to hers. She returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around him in response.
The kiss was full of passion and three years of un-fulled love. Harry ran his tongue over her lips wanting entrance, Herimone gasped at the pleasure and Harry took this chance. Their tongues danced together till they had to break for air; their breathing sallow as they leaned foreheads together.
"Harry, I've missed you so much.......but you've changed so much...what happened?" Herimone panted
Harry closed his eyes for a moment then reopened them, " Herimone you never need to hear what broke me, your too pure"
Herimone was about to protest when Harrys lips meet hers again. Herimone felt her self being pushed backward; he pushed her to the door pressing her against it, his kisses hungrily wanting more of her lips. She wanted more of his lips too.
But he stopped suddenly; and his eyes closed and when he reopened them his eyes were as blank as new parchment(corny, huh?) He swung her from the door and pushed her down on her bed.
He straddled her, and once again slamming down his lips to hers; his hands roaming her body. Herimones' eyes widened; this was not the Harry she knew, not her Harry.
She violently pushed him away. Harry's blank eyes darkened and he gritted his teeth.
"You will regret that!" he yelled through his gritted teeth
Harry rushed at her grabbing ahold her arms, he swung her to a wall this time, pinning her against it.
"Now you will regret what you did, I'm going to punish you" he sneered at her, his blank eyes boring into her soul.
Herimone panicked; this was not Harry, something was wrong with him.......those blank eyes looked like they were under a spell......the spell looked familiar.....
There I posted! I'm so sorry making you all wait long! Don't hate me! R&R!
~catsiy15