Warnings:~Its dark, so if you're looking for anything fluffy, you won't
find it here. I also have some special writting on this chapter, such as an
"o" with a accent on the top, and different fonts for different
speaking....so If it gets screwed up, my appologies.
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~And Shakespeare is his own man!! I just borrowed some quotes!
~ I don't own the poem in this story, and I'm doing all I can to find out the original author, because they didn't sign it on the site it's posted on.
~Oh yea..erm..its pretty damn long..so..if you're not up to reading a 10 page chapter..skip this..
~~This fic will be updated once every week [I hope]. And I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed my story!~~
Josiepaul: I'm glad you like and think it's excellent! More on it's way!
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Zatara: So much more. Ok..well..only 2 more chapters. ^^;; Number 4 isnt even complete yet, but it's getting there. School's turning out to be a bitch..but I think I'll make some room. Be expecting a chapter a week.
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Cynic: Whee. Odd is good. Sometimes. This is a good odd, right? Hehe. I didn't know I was going beyond the normal Harry Potter DarkFic. I've never really read any, I'll admit. I wasn't a fan of DarkFics, and I doubt I'll ever be. [that doesnt make much sense ^^;;] I just got this idea, and my own little dark side got the better of me. Elaborate a bit on what you mean pertaining to Draco's angst? He'll have a big role, [duh], but nothing as mind bogglingly dark and angsty as Harry. I dont see myself writing a part of the story around Draco's sad feelings..[which I dont think I'll make any of] but if you have any recommendations and requests, I'd love to know and try to write them!
namwolf: And my English teachers told me I couldn't write poetry! That means so much to me, saying I have a poetic flow to my writing! I really wanted everyone to be captured in the mood, live in it, not just read it from behind a glass. More will come!
Juno Skywalker: Thanks! I'm writing the next parts, so things should be set for the next 2 weeks or so. Grr to the list mucking up my story! But thanks for venturing out to read it on FF.Net, instead of just reading it on the group and dealing with the mishappenings there. ^_^
radical edward9: Of course there's more! Two more chapters to be exact! And one posted every week. I'd hate to go and post them all at once, then take forever to get the next out ^^;;....-cough cough, M.o.a.T.M, cough cough-
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Chapter Two: A Sin Soaked Angel Sipped of Color
Æternus Noctem
It was time. He knew. But he couldn't bring himself to board the train that would inevitably bring him to Hogwarts, ensnaring him in the castle, keeping him under the old man's view at all times. Well, if he were to comply and board the train, never would he relinquish his humanity to the decrepit sneaky bastard. Harry would get the better of him.
The train whistle blew, small puffs of smoke escaping from the whistle to inform all around that the train was to leave soon, regardless if everyone had entered or not. Harry finally left the shadows and ran as quick as he could to the other side. Hopefully at the end of the train there would be one blessed compartment not occupied by his classmates. Harry spat on the steps to the train door. Classmates. It sounded fake. Horribly fake, as if the world wasn't true, just a movie playing before his eyes. A dream. Why was he here? He shouldn't be here. Harry turned to leave through the door he came from. However, he was trapped in, the door already closed, laughing at Harry. Harry strode to the door, fully intending on wrenching it open and jumping out.
"It's locked, you know. It won't open since the train has started moving." The words were spoke with cool indifference, no ideal threat present behind them. "So you're stuck here. No one to help you."
Harry could see the wand pointed at his back. Eadem hissed silently, leaving Harry's body through way of pants. The hall at the end of the train was dark, the lights flickering on and off above. It was a perfect attack. And the one threatening his Pars would be none the wiser.
"Stop." Eadem halted his movements, his fang's inches away from entering into the skin of his target. Harry had yet to turn around, but he understood fully Eadem's intentions.
"Stop what? From attacking? I think not. Who are you here under? Voldemort? You Death Eater skum. You should never have come aboard this train." Draco Malfoy stepped into the dim light of the hall. His father never mentioned an attack on the Hogwarts Train. But then again his father had stopped confiding in him what little information he had already. It could always be a rebel Death Eater, fully intending on capturing Harry Potter and returning him to Voldemort with the rest nonethewiser. The prize his own, basking in Voldemort's pleasure with him. Disgusting.
"Turn around slowly now. Hands where I can see them. You won't be capturing Harry Potter this day." Draco smirked, the first syllables of the binding spell forming on his lips. He wasn't however, expecting the almost giddy laughter to escape from the Death Eater. Not seeing what was so funny, he raised his wand.
"Going to capture me yourself, are you, Malfoy?" Harry turned to face Draco, moving his hood from his face and stepping into the light.
Malfoy get out a startled gasp at seeing Harry Potter. He felt revolted almost. Harry Potter had left the Light and joined forces with the Dark? It was betrayal, the utmost dishonorable act anyone could commit against another. Especially all the people that looked to Harry, their lives, their hopes, their wished, all balanced on the perilous tip of the blade Harry wielded. And he was just going to throw it away? How pitiful.
"You sicken me Potter. Who convinced you to join up with them? Or was it out of your own choice? Traitorous bastard." Draco flew towards Harry, a strong binding spell leaving the tip of his wand as he jumped suddenly to the left, avoiding and spells that Harry might have released himself. But as Draco's feet landed firmly on the ground, he saw that Harry had stayed in his position, not moving once, not even to draw his wand to defend himself. There was, however, a ghost of a smile grazing his lips.
Harry dismissed the binding spell with a bit more difficulty then he would have expected. It seemed as though he wasn't the only one whose power rose tremendously over the summer. It also made him shake his head in sympathy. Draco evidently was forced to learn such a dark spell, meant to bind the captured to himself, his soul trapped in the attacker's wand until released; by his father. It was an old spell, not to be found in simple school reading. He finally lifted his eyes from the door to look at Draco, who he felt rather than saw jump to his right in dodging any spells sent his way. Tricky. Draco had obviously also improved in dueling. But he was still the same arrogant prick Harry left behind, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
"I've missed you too, Draco Malfoy. If you would excuse me, I was talking to my Eadem before. For he would have bitten you and left you to die, had I not commanded him to stop." Harry watched Draco's eyes skim the compartment floor, searching for a hidden enemy, his body perfectly still, ready to defend himself or bolt should it come to it. "And dare you call me a follower of Voldemort again, I won't be so quick as to stop Eadem."
"Funny you should defend yourself in such garb. You'll have to excuse me, for presuming such an obvious change." Draco's eyes never left Harry's face, determining if he was speaking the truth, or postponing his time. Harry merely walked down the hall a few steps to a compartment which he new to be empty, opened the door and sat inside, challenging Draco to follow. And follow he did, right behind Harry. He sat opposite him on the plush seats, his eyebrow raised in a questioning aire. "Please, enlighten me as to why you feel I shouldn't rightly judge."
"Because your father has apparently not informed you of his Lord's doings this summer. So you know not what you speak."
"Of course he's informed he of what his Lord has been doing. He's-"
"Currently lying in a gutter swarmed by his loyal Death Eaters, cursing my existence and himself, killing off anyone who comments or gets to close?" Harry chuckled at Draco's perplexed look. Seemingly, his father hadn't informed him of that little detail.
"Well Mr. High and Mighty, why are you wearing a Death Eater's cloak?"
"It's not. I bought it for less than its worth from a kindly old wizard's shop. It can be found in the outskirts of Germany." And because I needed to be feared so none would approach me, Harry added silently in his head. After Voldemort's attack he had been all but banished by those present. It took him some practice, but after seconds of try and desperation, he totteringly flew out of England and to somewhere he would not be identified so easily. It was raining, tears falling from the sky, representing the tragic battle fought hours before and all slain. The wind had picked up, sending him lurching into the weave of it's flow, flinging him about until it decided it had enough, and dropped him above a lake. And it should have ended that night. Voldemort should have run home with his tail between his legs, his life force failing him and close to death, never to be heard of again. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, should have drowned shortly after, the present pulls of the depths of the lake tugging him forever down and down, until one man, so old and caring that he was, tempted the fates to change the destiny of those around him. Not so old was he to dive into the lake and save Harry, pulling him to safety and then a home, but old was he to collapse in his efforts, near to death himself.
For hours they lay side by side, water cleared from their lungs, bones weary from use and abuse, but gaining energy little by little. Finally, when the light peaked over the horizon, Harry pushed himself to a sitting position, helping up the old man with their combined strengths. The aged wizard led them deep into the surrounding forest, much like that of the Forbidden Forest on Hogwart's grounds, until they reached a small cabin with beds to rest upon.
A full three days passed before Harry awoke one morning to the smell of bacon in the air. He wearily got to his feet and sought the smell, which in turn would lead him to the man he distinctly remembered. And it did, the man hovering over a stove with a pan in his hand, fork in the other. A small table was set for two, as Harry had hoped, and he walked to it and gratefully sat upon the comfy chair. The man turned around to be startled by Harry's appearance, but smiled kindly at him and brought the food over. It was eaten in complete silence, before he used his fork to point to Harry's wings.
"Not normal, those," he stated. Harry smiled shyly. Not normal indeed. "Bet they come in handy though."
Harry waited quietly for the man to criticize him and throw him out of his house. But it never came. Instead, he just kept eating, reassuring Harry that he was welcomed. How was it that a muggle could be so understanding? Shouldn't he be running for the hills, screaming about the Devil's descent onto the world? Unexpectedly, Harry felt a pang in his head. When he opened his eyes, those closed previously in pain, he saw a purple tint around the old man.
"W-wizard!" Harry stammered out. The elder just looked confused at Harry's outburst before he smiled.
"Why yes I am."
The meal passed in silent and then the day. Weeks went by as Harry learned to fly properly, using the trees around him as a driver would cones to learn to practice by. It wasn't until an owl landed on the white fence surrounding the house that Harry knew it was time to leave. So much had he enjoyed the stay, but the gray owl reminded him of Dumbledore, and his freedom. The note said little. Only that Dumbledore requested that John Medlock deliver his housemate, Harry Potter, to the school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry on August the 7th, 11:00 A.M. It came as such a surprise to the man to find he was housing the Great Harry Potter, but he didn't comment on it, only made a bag of food and some clothes and packed it into a bag.
"Follow me," he directed to Harry, entering into his house once again. A room that had been previously locked and banned from Harry's usage was opened with a flick of his wand, the lights glowing, reflecting off the many dressing gowns inside. Harry stood in awe for only seconds before the man nudged the door shut behind him. "This way."
In the closet which the man opened hastily, he pulled out a gorgeous black shiny cape, once tucked into the back of the small room. He handed it to Harry, enveloping him in a hug.
"Be safe," he said. "This will hide your wings."
Harry didn't know how to thank him, his gift of a place to live and food, now a cloak to help him, almost too much. He paid, though not much, for the gift of the cloak, asking only for one more item: A picture of the man and him together, someone he would never want to forget any time soon. With the photo taken, his items gathered together for travel, Harry gave the fond old man one last hug before he took off into the air, never looking behind him. The man, turning to walk back to his home, drew Dumbledore's letter from his pocket and threw it into the fireplace.
"Fine. Keep your secrets." Draco said, getting up after watching Harry stare absently out the compartment window. "See you in school, Potter." He left, confirming everything he thought to be so. The world had suddenly flipped around on Draco, falling from his concrete path into the endless sky. He wasn't confused. No, he gotten over that one part of denial and now saw the truth for what it was. He would gladly die for Harry Potter, under his command in the upcoming battle.
He had sent letters to Blaise over hours of the night, discussing what they witnessed at Diagon Alley, what they had come to understand within themselves. Blaise, his parents being non-worshipers of Voldemort, had no trouble in accepting his new feelings, but it had taken Draco, who's parents were fully devoted, hours upon hours, tears of betrayal and grief, unhappiness and acceptance to come to the similar conclusion. They would do anything for the Golden Boy. And all because they were now attached to him in a sort of way. At Diagon Alley they hadn't felt the usual love that everyone else had. Instead, those few feelings of overwhelming grief and despair that Harry had tried to block from himself had been broadcasted to them, their aura's familiar to Harry, unlike the rest of the crowd.
As Draco left Harry's desolate compartment he smiled to himself. He had felt so hurt at the thought that Harry has switched sides, fearing he could do nothing but follow him, but it was not so. Potter was definitely part of the Light, regardless of his new apparel. He reached his own compartment, close to Harry's and opened the door to find Blaise staring out the window, awaiting his arrival.
"Ay, Blaise. I've got some interesting news." Draco sat across from him, watching the scenery fly by as the train sped on.
"What about?" Blaise didn't glance at Draco. If any had been watching, the two would just be assumed to be having a boring whispered conversation. Only, Blaise was tense waiting for Draco's reply, his thoughts in a whirlwind of anticipation.
"Harry Potter."
The two words set Blaise's heart pounding in his chest. So Draco had confirmed it was Harry. All the better. He had hoped he wasn't pledging himself to someone that had touched his soul by mistake. It would be hard to take the spell he and Draco cast upon themselves off. But he had no intention of it now that he confirmed the man in Diagon Alley to be Harry. Their Harry. Their leader.
"And? Or are you going to make me sit here, tense, waiting for a heart attack?" Draco smiled in reply. Torture was never one of Blaise's strong points, and he prompted Draco into discussion.
"He wears a cloak. A concealment cloak." Blaise's face was questioning what that could mean. Draco just shrugged, not entirely sure. "All I can assume is that he's hiding something. Something we'll eventually find out when we arrive at the school. He won't be allowed to walk around in it once we arrive, so we'll see."
Blaise sat in silence for a moment, digesting everything he was told. "What if he doesn't accept us?" he asked himself out loud. Draco took it for a question and his eyed widened in surprise. He never thought that Harry wouldn't accept them. But from how he spoke earlier, it wouldn't be put past him to decline them. What was done was done, but it could create complications if Harry distanced himself from them if they tried to start a friendship. Already he had threatened to kill Draco.
"He has a pet snake. Or something like a snake. Though, being a Parseltongue, I don't think he'd own a spider instead."
"He showed you?" Blaise asked incredulously. Had Harry accepted Draco, if only to show him a pet?
"He threatened me with it."
"Oh." Draco smirked at Blaised downcast eyes. The spell had been on for only a few hours, and Blaise already was so involved with Harry it was a bit funny. Draco had seen it earlier, and it worried him. Had he performed the incantation wrong? He hadn't felt any greater of a pull towards Harry like Blaise described afterwards. Just the usual feeling in the pit of his stomach he had grown accustomed to. All he knew was that it was painful to watch Harry before. He looked broken.
"I must contact my father. Harry mentioned that something had happened this summer. To himself and Voldemort. I intend to find out what it was. Try your connections?" Blaise nodded in agreement, his eyes drooping in lack of sleep he attained the night before. Draco's body agree with Blaise and reminded him of the few hours he slept the previous day. With the promised thought in his head to find out what happened to his Harry, Draco fell asleep.
Harry peered out his window into the rapidly darkening sky. His wings twitched on his back, begging to be released and used. They fluttered again, but Harry used all his will to ignore his random twitching and looked around his compartment and then out into the hall. It was completely dark except for the last rays of the sun dying down. Had he been staring out the window so long? He got up and stretched, raising his arms above his head and standing on the tip of his toes, his bones creaking and clicking back into place they had previously fallen out of. Sated for the moment, Harry walked out into the hall, hoping the Trolley Lady was near. Evidently this part of the train wasn't used, boxes lining the floor and walls completing his train of thought. So the lady wasn't going to be coming. It was all right. His thirst could wait until they reached Hogwarts, which would be relatively soon.
He entered back into his compartment and closed the door. Eadem was nowhere in sight, and he shivered without the contact of his companion. Having nothing to distract himself with, Harry's thoughts drifted to the only present memory available to him.
"Wake, my Differo. You mussst wake. Your ride hasssss sstopped. Differ?. Wake!" Eadem's tongue tickled Harry's ear and he turned in his sleep, his assaulted ear trapped between his head and the back of the seat. "Differo, ssssssleepy head. You have to get up. Get up." Harry just ignored him and rolled over again, head buried in his arms.
Eadem was about to cater to more drastic measures when he heard footsteps approaching. Draco slipped open the door into the compartment, Blaise next to him.
"I told you he must still be sleeping." Draco moved to sit down next to Harry. Eadem abruptly snapped at Draco as he reached his hand towards Harry's body. "You must be who he spoke of earlier. I'm only waking him. We've reached our destination, and we have to leave the train. I won't harm him, not when you're only inches away from me." Draco hoped fervishly that the snake could understand him, and sighed in relief when it backed down just a bit, its red eyes glowing in the dark of the shadows, poised to strike should he take back his word.
He and Blaise had felt Harry reach out for something to grasp onto, believing it for the worst, so they had rushed over to find Harry asleep. Draco held back his sharp remark. Harry had worried them, and here he was in a peaceful slumber, which Blaise stated was no doubt about his long ago Gryffindor Adventures or something just as absurd. But the slight crinkle of Harry's brow and the little sweat on his face made Draco think twice about Harry's believed happy dream.
"Such a quiet untroubled soul considering, his dreams must be something horrid to plaque him. Wake, you. Awake!"
"I'll bring a trumpet to awake his sleepy head," Blaise jested, clearly amused at Harry's reluctance to get up.
Draco decided physical contact would bring Harry from his current little stupor, and he shook his shoulders with a small force of might, enough to startle anyone from their dreams they sought to live in. Harry jumped to, startled so that he called a small ball of fire to his hand to fight against his attacker. Upon noticing Draco and Blaise in the compartment he quickly put out his fire and looked around him, wondering at the chances that they would be the ones to find him and wake him. Not Hermione and Ron.
"Crealisssss nuct fasssssem? Ssscentiu ssssssiltep passssssunvass?" Draco and Blaise could only watch in attentive rapture as Harry whispered in Parseltongue to his hidden snake. Seconds later Eadem crawled from the shadows and to Harry's outstretch arm, sneaking his way up and around his neck, hissing all the while in what Draco believed as a reply.
"Ssssssaaadverr Draco Malfoy ssssssiv Blaissse Zabini." Harry introduced the two to Eadem, who watched them curiously from his perch around Harry's neck. He stretched out to Draco's face flicking his tongue to his nose, smelling his scent of pure shock and admiration.
"And you are ssssssure they can be trusssssssted, Differo?"
"Yes. I feel they can. It's a bit odd, I've never felt such a presence of understanding around them until now. But many things have transpired this summer, and I'm not the only one to undergo strange dealings of fate, am I?" Harry gestured for Draco and Blaise to exit the compartment and leave the train. As his foot touched the ground of Hogwarts he felt the need to break into a run and leave. He had stayed so far away for a good reason, why did he come back?
Harry was going to turn around and leave when two pairs of hangs gripped his shoulders and pulled him forward. Draco smirked at his short standing bewilderment and gestured to the rest of the school who had already arrived at the entrance, explaining their need to propel Harry forward if he chose to walk slowly. He noticed Harry's sudden turn of pale skin to deathly white and the short rapid breaths he drew as they walked closer and closer to the school.
It hadn't changed one bit, though Harry didn't understand why he felt it should have. It's presence beseeched respect, standing tall upon the cliff of the mountainside, its surrounding tree's creaking with moans in the torrent wind. The stones shouldn't be the same comforting gray they always were. The hall shouldn't be lit with lush white candles or innocent orbs lighting the halls for it's children. The Main Hall shouldn't be so comforting with it's four long tables and pictures of many Hogwart's witches and wizards that grew to accomplish great things along the walls besides the tables. Harry shuddered and grew enraged as his gaze fell upon the Headmaster sitting in his seat sipping his Earl Gray and staring at Harry's demonic figure entering the room. He threw Draco and Blaise's arms off him and stalked to the teacher's table. Snape and McGonagall stood to defend Dumbledore against the cloaked person. Harry mearly kept his gaze on Dumbledore as he lifted his arms, palms together, then threw them apart, sending Snape and McGonagall crashing into the walls.
"I require a word or two with you, Headmaster," he spit the word. Dumbledore nodded but didn't rise, almost challenging Harry to speak infront of the large crowd that he had drawn in using magic against two of Hogwart's teachers. A girl behind him whimpered and Harry momentarily let himself forget his rage.
// .....She reached to her neck, a crystal pendant dangling on a silver chain. With quivering fingers, so graceful with youth, she undid the necklace, opening Harry's strong hand and placing it within. "Please.." she begged.....//
Harry shook his head, anger returning. "How could you?" he demanded, whispering harshly. "You abandoned me! All of you!" He looked to Snape and McGonagall who had picked themselves up and strode to the Headmaster's side, wands drawn. Dumbledore just lowered his eyes sadly, telling Harry all he needed to know in that one look. "Why bring me back? To torture me more? You all sicken me!"
McGonagall took a good look at the face before her, her wand dropping with a clatter to the floor. Snape took only seconds later to lower his arm with a dull thud, gazing at Harry with wonder in his eyes. Had they all thought him dead? Some twisted demented soul wandering the plains, dead from his battle with Voldemort? Had they such little faith in him that they hadn't even had hope enough to send someone to look for him?
"You...you all just.. All of you!" Harry's red eyes bore into each and everyone of them, his accusations hitting the pits of their souls where they had finally banished all beliefs of his survival after Sirius pronounced him dead. They looked as resigned as the Headmaster, accepting his hate for what it was, wanting nothing more, not even a hope for forgiveness. Harry backed up a step, breath hitching in his throat. "Why? Why..how...No." He stepped back again, the student body parting for him as he slowly walked away from those who showed him love for the first time. "No..." He shook his head, denying what they all confirmed. "No!" His yell was accompanied by glasses all over the hall breaking, students screaming as they were hit with the flying shrapnel.
Dumbledore quickly stood to stop Harry from loosing control. He quickly waved his wand, giving all harmed students a relief from pain so that they could make it to the Hospital Wing. He calmly walked around the teacher's table, standing parallel to Harry and slowly descending upon him.
"Stay away," Harry threatened.
Dumbledore's eyes expressed his sorrow for having to perform magic against Harry, but the boy gaze him no choice. He was an emotional wreck, harming those around him whether he intended to or not, and Dumbledore had to stop him.
He raised his wand and yelled, "Commotus adligo!" The spell struck Harry in his chest since he didn't even try to block the spell. Seconds went by as Dumbledore drew closer to the still Harry, when he raised his head slightly to look into Dumbledore's eyes. He moved his arm, then his leg, moving forward to Dumbledore who paused in his step to look incredulously at his student. Harry moved faster, 30 feet away, 20 feet, 10 feet, faster and faster until he broke out into a run at Dumbledore. Only five feet away did he raise his hand into the air and disappear. Dumbledore closed his eyes to concentrate when a hit from behind left him stunned and immobile.
"How does it feel to be hit with your own spell, Albus? I came to finish school, and that's what I'm here for. Not you. Not them. And certainly not to be played and ordered around with. I told you before, stay away from me." Harry walked from his place next to the fallen Dumbledore, barely registering the cries from the students of a stranger beating their Headmaster. He was upon the door when his name was called.
Hermione and Ron ran up behind him. "Harry! What happened, why did you attack Dumbledore?" Hermione sounded on the brink of tears and he couldn't bring himself to walk away from her.
"I can't, Hermione." He simply stated, trying to keep his voice devoid of emotion.
"Can't what, Harry?" she pleaded. "Please, talk to us, please!"
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I can't. Not anymore. I--just....Understand? I can't. Not after everything.."
"Harry, what's gotten into you? We're here for you, buddy. Always have, always will be. You can talk to us." Ron reached his hand to grasp Harry's shoulder, but Harry stepped forward, out of his reach; just.
He slowly turned his head to Hermione and Ron revealing his red piercing eyes, tattooed face and no scar. They gasped and Hermione actually took a step back before she could stop herself, instantly regretting it. Harry flinched at her reaction as if hit by a force she couldn't start to understand.
"I see. Understand. Or forget. I have faith it won't be too hard for you. It wasn't for them." With that he left the Great Hall, entering into the halls of Hogwarts and away from his friends. Their loss starting to creep into their hearts, feeling only despair at not being able to force their bodies after him Hermione and Ron watched Harry walk away from them.
A Sin Soaked Angel Sipped of Color
Drowning in a sea of black velvet
Rolling with red tides
Hissing with the cries of those who've passed
Gasping for truth
Filling my lungs with sorrow
Arms reaching for the sky
Raining down acid burning my skin
Forcing me back down
Struggling to find comfort
Now I own the red tides
I tease the rain to show immunity
Singing along with the cries that turned to screams like a siren song-sing- along
Eyes stained with blood red hues
I have found my comfort
Known as acceptance
My paradise found
A sin soaked angel sipped of color
The divine Fallen Angel
The ruler of seas
And the conductor of this storm
~Harry Potter and crew belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from my writings.
~And Shakespeare is his own man!! I just borrowed some quotes!
~ I don't own the poem in this story, and I'm doing all I can to find out the original author, because they didn't sign it on the site it's posted on.
~Oh yea..erm..its pretty damn long..so..if you're not up to reading a 10 page chapter..skip this..
~~This fic will be updated once every week [I hope]. And I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed my story!~~
Josiepaul: I'm glad you like and think it's excellent! More on it's way!
ProfessorZ: -sigh of relief- Formatting is perfect! Or not perfect, but good enough? I think I'll be posting a link to the next chapters on the group, but most definitly posting them here too. Thanks for reviewing!!
Zatara: So much more. Ok..well..only 2 more chapters. ^^;; Number 4 isnt even complete yet, but it's getting there. School's turning out to be a bitch..but I think I'll make some room. Be expecting a chapter a week.
Kimi-sama: Mmmm did you get one of those chills that runs along your spine, with the goosbumps? I love those! I've never considered it beautiful or haunting...maybe because this is my first decent story..but I'm so happy that you think I have talent and like it!!
Cynic: Whee. Odd is good. Sometimes. This is a good odd, right? Hehe. I didn't know I was going beyond the normal Harry Potter DarkFic. I've never really read any, I'll admit. I wasn't a fan of DarkFics, and I doubt I'll ever be. [that doesnt make much sense ^^;;] I just got this idea, and my own little dark side got the better of me. Elaborate a bit on what you mean pertaining to Draco's angst? He'll have a big role, [duh], but nothing as mind bogglingly dark and angsty as Harry. I dont see myself writing a part of the story around Draco's sad feelings..[which I dont think I'll make any of] but if you have any recommendations and requests, I'd love to know and try to write them!
namwolf: And my English teachers told me I couldn't write poetry! That means so much to me, saying I have a poetic flow to my writing! I really wanted everyone to be captured in the mood, live in it, not just read it from behind a glass. More will come!
Juno Skywalker: Thanks! I'm writing the next parts, so things should be set for the next 2 weeks or so. Grr to the list mucking up my story! But thanks for venturing out to read it on FF.Net, instead of just reading it on the group and dealing with the mishappenings there. ^_^
radical edward9: Of course there's more! Two more chapters to be exact! And one posted every week. I'd hate to go and post them all at once, then take forever to get the next out ^^;;....-cough cough, M.o.a.T.M, cough cough-
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Chapter Two: A Sin Soaked Angel Sipped of Color
Æternus Noctem
It was time. He knew. But he couldn't bring himself to board the train that would inevitably bring him to Hogwarts, ensnaring him in the castle, keeping him under the old man's view at all times. Well, if he were to comply and board the train, never would he relinquish his humanity to the decrepit sneaky bastard. Harry would get the better of him.
The train whistle blew, small puffs of smoke escaping from the whistle to inform all around that the train was to leave soon, regardless if everyone had entered or not. Harry finally left the shadows and ran as quick as he could to the other side. Hopefully at the end of the train there would be one blessed compartment not occupied by his classmates. Harry spat on the steps to the train door. Classmates. It sounded fake. Horribly fake, as if the world wasn't true, just a movie playing before his eyes. A dream. Why was he here? He shouldn't be here. Harry turned to leave through the door he came from. However, he was trapped in, the door already closed, laughing at Harry. Harry strode to the door, fully intending on wrenching it open and jumping out.
"It's locked, you know. It won't open since the train has started moving." The words were spoke with cool indifference, no ideal threat present behind them. "So you're stuck here. No one to help you."
Harry could see the wand pointed at his back. Eadem hissed silently, leaving Harry's body through way of pants. The hall at the end of the train was dark, the lights flickering on and off above. It was a perfect attack. And the one threatening his Pars would be none the wiser.
"Stop." Eadem halted his movements, his fang's inches away from entering into the skin of his target. Harry had yet to turn around, but he understood fully Eadem's intentions.
"Stop what? From attacking? I think not. Who are you here under? Voldemort? You Death Eater skum. You should never have come aboard this train." Draco Malfoy stepped into the dim light of the hall. His father never mentioned an attack on the Hogwarts Train. But then again his father had stopped confiding in him what little information he had already. It could always be a rebel Death Eater, fully intending on capturing Harry Potter and returning him to Voldemort with the rest nonethewiser. The prize his own, basking in Voldemort's pleasure with him. Disgusting.
"Turn around slowly now. Hands where I can see them. You won't be capturing Harry Potter this day." Draco smirked, the first syllables of the binding spell forming on his lips. He wasn't however, expecting the almost giddy laughter to escape from the Death Eater. Not seeing what was so funny, he raised his wand.
"Going to capture me yourself, are you, Malfoy?" Harry turned to face Draco, moving his hood from his face and stepping into the light.
Malfoy get out a startled gasp at seeing Harry Potter. He felt revolted almost. Harry Potter had left the Light and joined forces with the Dark? It was betrayal, the utmost dishonorable act anyone could commit against another. Especially all the people that looked to Harry, their lives, their hopes, their wished, all balanced on the perilous tip of the blade Harry wielded. And he was just going to throw it away? How pitiful.
"You sicken me Potter. Who convinced you to join up with them? Or was it out of your own choice? Traitorous bastard." Draco flew towards Harry, a strong binding spell leaving the tip of his wand as he jumped suddenly to the left, avoiding and spells that Harry might have released himself. But as Draco's feet landed firmly on the ground, he saw that Harry had stayed in his position, not moving once, not even to draw his wand to defend himself. There was, however, a ghost of a smile grazing his lips.
Harry dismissed the binding spell with a bit more difficulty then he would have expected. It seemed as though he wasn't the only one whose power rose tremendously over the summer. It also made him shake his head in sympathy. Draco evidently was forced to learn such a dark spell, meant to bind the captured to himself, his soul trapped in the attacker's wand until released; by his father. It was an old spell, not to be found in simple school reading. He finally lifted his eyes from the door to look at Draco, who he felt rather than saw jump to his right in dodging any spells sent his way. Tricky. Draco had obviously also improved in dueling. But he was still the same arrogant prick Harry left behind, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
"I've missed you too, Draco Malfoy. If you would excuse me, I was talking to my Eadem before. For he would have bitten you and left you to die, had I not commanded him to stop." Harry watched Draco's eyes skim the compartment floor, searching for a hidden enemy, his body perfectly still, ready to defend himself or bolt should it come to it. "And dare you call me a follower of Voldemort again, I won't be so quick as to stop Eadem."
"Funny you should defend yourself in such garb. You'll have to excuse me, for presuming such an obvious change." Draco's eyes never left Harry's face, determining if he was speaking the truth, or postponing his time. Harry merely walked down the hall a few steps to a compartment which he new to be empty, opened the door and sat inside, challenging Draco to follow. And follow he did, right behind Harry. He sat opposite him on the plush seats, his eyebrow raised in a questioning aire. "Please, enlighten me as to why you feel I shouldn't rightly judge."
"Because your father has apparently not informed you of his Lord's doings this summer. So you know not what you speak."
"Of course he's informed he of what his Lord has been doing. He's-"
"Currently lying in a gutter swarmed by his loyal Death Eaters, cursing my existence and himself, killing off anyone who comments or gets to close?" Harry chuckled at Draco's perplexed look. Seemingly, his father hadn't informed him of that little detail.
"Well Mr. High and Mighty, why are you wearing a Death Eater's cloak?"
"It's not. I bought it for less than its worth from a kindly old wizard's shop. It can be found in the outskirts of Germany." And because I needed to be feared so none would approach me, Harry added silently in his head. After Voldemort's attack he had been all but banished by those present. It took him some practice, but after seconds of try and desperation, he totteringly flew out of England and to somewhere he would not be identified so easily. It was raining, tears falling from the sky, representing the tragic battle fought hours before and all slain. The wind had picked up, sending him lurching into the weave of it's flow, flinging him about until it decided it had enough, and dropped him above a lake. And it should have ended that night. Voldemort should have run home with his tail between his legs, his life force failing him and close to death, never to be heard of again. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, should have drowned shortly after, the present pulls of the depths of the lake tugging him forever down and down, until one man, so old and caring that he was, tempted the fates to change the destiny of those around him. Not so old was he to dive into the lake and save Harry, pulling him to safety and then a home, but old was he to collapse in his efforts, near to death himself.
For hours they lay side by side, water cleared from their lungs, bones weary from use and abuse, but gaining energy little by little. Finally, when the light peaked over the horizon, Harry pushed himself to a sitting position, helping up the old man with their combined strengths. The aged wizard led them deep into the surrounding forest, much like that of the Forbidden Forest on Hogwart's grounds, until they reached a small cabin with beds to rest upon.
A full three days passed before Harry awoke one morning to the smell of bacon in the air. He wearily got to his feet and sought the smell, which in turn would lead him to the man he distinctly remembered. And it did, the man hovering over a stove with a pan in his hand, fork in the other. A small table was set for two, as Harry had hoped, and he walked to it and gratefully sat upon the comfy chair. The man turned around to be startled by Harry's appearance, but smiled kindly at him and brought the food over. It was eaten in complete silence, before he used his fork to point to Harry's wings.
"Not normal, those," he stated. Harry smiled shyly. Not normal indeed. "Bet they come in handy though."
Harry waited quietly for the man to criticize him and throw him out of his house. But it never came. Instead, he just kept eating, reassuring Harry that he was welcomed. How was it that a muggle could be so understanding? Shouldn't he be running for the hills, screaming about the Devil's descent onto the world? Unexpectedly, Harry felt a pang in his head. When he opened his eyes, those closed previously in pain, he saw a purple tint around the old man.
"W-wizard!" Harry stammered out. The elder just looked confused at Harry's outburst before he smiled.
"Why yes I am."
The meal passed in silent and then the day. Weeks went by as Harry learned to fly properly, using the trees around him as a driver would cones to learn to practice by. It wasn't until an owl landed on the white fence surrounding the house that Harry knew it was time to leave. So much had he enjoyed the stay, but the gray owl reminded him of Dumbledore, and his freedom. The note said little. Only that Dumbledore requested that John Medlock deliver his housemate, Harry Potter, to the school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry on August the 7th, 11:00 A.M. It came as such a surprise to the man to find he was housing the Great Harry Potter, but he didn't comment on it, only made a bag of food and some clothes and packed it into a bag.
"Follow me," he directed to Harry, entering into his house once again. A room that had been previously locked and banned from Harry's usage was opened with a flick of his wand, the lights glowing, reflecting off the many dressing gowns inside. Harry stood in awe for only seconds before the man nudged the door shut behind him. "This way."
In the closet which the man opened hastily, he pulled out a gorgeous black shiny cape, once tucked into the back of the small room. He handed it to Harry, enveloping him in a hug.
"Be safe," he said. "This will hide your wings."
Harry didn't know how to thank him, his gift of a place to live and food, now a cloak to help him, almost too much. He paid, though not much, for the gift of the cloak, asking only for one more item: A picture of the man and him together, someone he would never want to forget any time soon. With the photo taken, his items gathered together for travel, Harry gave the fond old man one last hug before he took off into the air, never looking behind him. The man, turning to walk back to his home, drew Dumbledore's letter from his pocket and threw it into the fireplace.
"Fine. Keep your secrets." Draco said, getting up after watching Harry stare absently out the compartment window. "See you in school, Potter." He left, confirming everything he thought to be so. The world had suddenly flipped around on Draco, falling from his concrete path into the endless sky. He wasn't confused. No, he gotten over that one part of denial and now saw the truth for what it was. He would gladly die for Harry Potter, under his command in the upcoming battle.
He had sent letters to Blaise over hours of the night, discussing what they witnessed at Diagon Alley, what they had come to understand within themselves. Blaise, his parents being non-worshipers of Voldemort, had no trouble in accepting his new feelings, but it had taken Draco, who's parents were fully devoted, hours upon hours, tears of betrayal and grief, unhappiness and acceptance to come to the similar conclusion. They would do anything for the Golden Boy. And all because they were now attached to him in a sort of way. At Diagon Alley they hadn't felt the usual love that everyone else had. Instead, those few feelings of overwhelming grief and despair that Harry had tried to block from himself had been broadcasted to them, their aura's familiar to Harry, unlike the rest of the crowd.
As Draco left Harry's desolate compartment he smiled to himself. He had felt so hurt at the thought that Harry has switched sides, fearing he could do nothing but follow him, but it was not so. Potter was definitely part of the Light, regardless of his new apparel. He reached his own compartment, close to Harry's and opened the door to find Blaise staring out the window, awaiting his arrival.
"Ay, Blaise. I've got some interesting news." Draco sat across from him, watching the scenery fly by as the train sped on.
"What about?" Blaise didn't glance at Draco. If any had been watching, the two would just be assumed to be having a boring whispered conversation. Only, Blaise was tense waiting for Draco's reply, his thoughts in a whirlwind of anticipation.
"Harry Potter."
The two words set Blaise's heart pounding in his chest. So Draco had confirmed it was Harry. All the better. He had hoped he wasn't pledging himself to someone that had touched his soul by mistake. It would be hard to take the spell he and Draco cast upon themselves off. But he had no intention of it now that he confirmed the man in Diagon Alley to be Harry. Their Harry. Their leader.
"And? Or are you going to make me sit here, tense, waiting for a heart attack?" Draco smiled in reply. Torture was never one of Blaise's strong points, and he prompted Draco into discussion.
"He wears a cloak. A concealment cloak." Blaise's face was questioning what that could mean. Draco just shrugged, not entirely sure. "All I can assume is that he's hiding something. Something we'll eventually find out when we arrive at the school. He won't be allowed to walk around in it once we arrive, so we'll see."
Blaise sat in silence for a moment, digesting everything he was told. "What if he doesn't accept us?" he asked himself out loud. Draco took it for a question and his eyed widened in surprise. He never thought that Harry wouldn't accept them. But from how he spoke earlier, it wouldn't be put past him to decline them. What was done was done, but it could create complications if Harry distanced himself from them if they tried to start a friendship. Already he had threatened to kill Draco.
"He has a pet snake. Or something like a snake. Though, being a Parseltongue, I don't think he'd own a spider instead."
"He showed you?" Blaise asked incredulously. Had Harry accepted Draco, if only to show him a pet?
"He threatened me with it."
"Oh." Draco smirked at Blaised downcast eyes. The spell had been on for only a few hours, and Blaise already was so involved with Harry it was a bit funny. Draco had seen it earlier, and it worried him. Had he performed the incantation wrong? He hadn't felt any greater of a pull towards Harry like Blaise described afterwards. Just the usual feeling in the pit of his stomach he had grown accustomed to. All he knew was that it was painful to watch Harry before. He looked broken.
"I must contact my father. Harry mentioned that something had happened this summer. To himself and Voldemort. I intend to find out what it was. Try your connections?" Blaise nodded in agreement, his eyes drooping in lack of sleep he attained the night before. Draco's body agree with Blaise and reminded him of the few hours he slept the previous day. With the promised thought in his head to find out what happened to his Harry, Draco fell asleep.
Harry peered out his window into the rapidly darkening sky. His wings twitched on his back, begging to be released and used. They fluttered again, but Harry used all his will to ignore his random twitching and looked around his compartment and then out into the hall. It was completely dark except for the last rays of the sun dying down. Had he been staring out the window so long? He got up and stretched, raising his arms above his head and standing on the tip of his toes, his bones creaking and clicking back into place they had previously fallen out of. Sated for the moment, Harry walked out into the hall, hoping the Trolley Lady was near. Evidently this part of the train wasn't used, boxes lining the floor and walls completing his train of thought. So the lady wasn't going to be coming. It was all right. His thirst could wait until they reached Hogwarts, which would be relatively soon.
He entered back into his compartment and closed the door. Eadem was nowhere in sight, and he shivered without the contact of his companion. Having nothing to distract himself with, Harry's thoughts drifted to the only present memory available to him.
"Wake, my Differo. You mussst wake. Your ride hasssss sstopped. Differ?. Wake!" Eadem's tongue tickled Harry's ear and he turned in his sleep, his assaulted ear trapped between his head and the back of the seat. "Differo, ssssssleepy head. You have to get up. Get up." Harry just ignored him and rolled over again, head buried in his arms.
Eadem was about to cater to more drastic measures when he heard footsteps approaching. Draco slipped open the door into the compartment, Blaise next to him.
"I told you he must still be sleeping." Draco moved to sit down next to Harry. Eadem abruptly snapped at Draco as he reached his hand towards Harry's body. "You must be who he spoke of earlier. I'm only waking him. We've reached our destination, and we have to leave the train. I won't harm him, not when you're only inches away from me." Draco hoped fervishly that the snake could understand him, and sighed in relief when it backed down just a bit, its red eyes glowing in the dark of the shadows, poised to strike should he take back his word.
He and Blaise had felt Harry reach out for something to grasp onto, believing it for the worst, so they had rushed over to find Harry asleep. Draco held back his sharp remark. Harry had worried them, and here he was in a peaceful slumber, which Blaise stated was no doubt about his long ago Gryffindor Adventures or something just as absurd. But the slight crinkle of Harry's brow and the little sweat on his face made Draco think twice about Harry's believed happy dream.
"Such a quiet untroubled soul considering, his dreams must be something horrid to plaque him. Wake, you. Awake!"
"I'll bring a trumpet to awake his sleepy head," Blaise jested, clearly amused at Harry's reluctance to get up.
Draco decided physical contact would bring Harry from his current little stupor, and he shook his shoulders with a small force of might, enough to startle anyone from their dreams they sought to live in. Harry jumped to, startled so that he called a small ball of fire to his hand to fight against his attacker. Upon noticing Draco and Blaise in the compartment he quickly put out his fire and looked around him, wondering at the chances that they would be the ones to find him and wake him. Not Hermione and Ron.
"Crealisssss nuct fasssssem? Ssscentiu ssssssiltep passssssunvass?" Draco and Blaise could only watch in attentive rapture as Harry whispered in Parseltongue to his hidden snake. Seconds later Eadem crawled from the shadows and to Harry's outstretch arm, sneaking his way up and around his neck, hissing all the while in what Draco believed as a reply.
"Ssssssaaadverr Draco Malfoy ssssssiv Blaissse Zabini." Harry introduced the two to Eadem, who watched them curiously from his perch around Harry's neck. He stretched out to Draco's face flicking his tongue to his nose, smelling his scent of pure shock and admiration.
"And you are ssssssure they can be trusssssssted, Differo?"
"Yes. I feel they can. It's a bit odd, I've never felt such a presence of understanding around them until now. But many things have transpired this summer, and I'm not the only one to undergo strange dealings of fate, am I?" Harry gestured for Draco and Blaise to exit the compartment and leave the train. As his foot touched the ground of Hogwarts he felt the need to break into a run and leave. He had stayed so far away for a good reason, why did he come back?
Harry was going to turn around and leave when two pairs of hangs gripped his shoulders and pulled him forward. Draco smirked at his short standing bewilderment and gestured to the rest of the school who had already arrived at the entrance, explaining their need to propel Harry forward if he chose to walk slowly. He noticed Harry's sudden turn of pale skin to deathly white and the short rapid breaths he drew as they walked closer and closer to the school.
It hadn't changed one bit, though Harry didn't understand why he felt it should have. It's presence beseeched respect, standing tall upon the cliff of the mountainside, its surrounding tree's creaking with moans in the torrent wind. The stones shouldn't be the same comforting gray they always were. The hall shouldn't be lit with lush white candles or innocent orbs lighting the halls for it's children. The Main Hall shouldn't be so comforting with it's four long tables and pictures of many Hogwart's witches and wizards that grew to accomplish great things along the walls besides the tables. Harry shuddered and grew enraged as his gaze fell upon the Headmaster sitting in his seat sipping his Earl Gray and staring at Harry's demonic figure entering the room. He threw Draco and Blaise's arms off him and stalked to the teacher's table. Snape and McGonagall stood to defend Dumbledore against the cloaked person. Harry mearly kept his gaze on Dumbledore as he lifted his arms, palms together, then threw them apart, sending Snape and McGonagall crashing into the walls.
"I require a word or two with you, Headmaster," he spit the word. Dumbledore nodded but didn't rise, almost challenging Harry to speak infront of the large crowd that he had drawn in using magic against two of Hogwart's teachers. A girl behind him whimpered and Harry momentarily let himself forget his rage.
// .....She reached to her neck, a crystal pendant dangling on a silver chain. With quivering fingers, so graceful with youth, she undid the necklace, opening Harry's strong hand and placing it within. "Please.." she begged.....//
Harry shook his head, anger returning. "How could you?" he demanded, whispering harshly. "You abandoned me! All of you!" He looked to Snape and McGonagall who had picked themselves up and strode to the Headmaster's side, wands drawn. Dumbledore just lowered his eyes sadly, telling Harry all he needed to know in that one look. "Why bring me back? To torture me more? You all sicken me!"
McGonagall took a good look at the face before her, her wand dropping with a clatter to the floor. Snape took only seconds later to lower his arm with a dull thud, gazing at Harry with wonder in his eyes. Had they all thought him dead? Some twisted demented soul wandering the plains, dead from his battle with Voldemort? Had they such little faith in him that they hadn't even had hope enough to send someone to look for him?
"You...you all just.. All of you!" Harry's red eyes bore into each and everyone of them, his accusations hitting the pits of their souls where they had finally banished all beliefs of his survival after Sirius pronounced him dead. They looked as resigned as the Headmaster, accepting his hate for what it was, wanting nothing more, not even a hope for forgiveness. Harry backed up a step, breath hitching in his throat. "Why? Why..how...No." He stepped back again, the student body parting for him as he slowly walked away from those who showed him love for the first time. "No..." He shook his head, denying what they all confirmed. "No!" His yell was accompanied by glasses all over the hall breaking, students screaming as they were hit with the flying shrapnel.
Dumbledore quickly stood to stop Harry from loosing control. He quickly waved his wand, giving all harmed students a relief from pain so that they could make it to the Hospital Wing. He calmly walked around the teacher's table, standing parallel to Harry and slowly descending upon him.
"Stay away," Harry threatened.
Dumbledore's eyes expressed his sorrow for having to perform magic against Harry, but the boy gaze him no choice. He was an emotional wreck, harming those around him whether he intended to or not, and Dumbledore had to stop him.
He raised his wand and yelled, "Commotus adligo!" The spell struck Harry in his chest since he didn't even try to block the spell. Seconds went by as Dumbledore drew closer to the still Harry, when he raised his head slightly to look into Dumbledore's eyes. He moved his arm, then his leg, moving forward to Dumbledore who paused in his step to look incredulously at his student. Harry moved faster, 30 feet away, 20 feet, 10 feet, faster and faster until he broke out into a run at Dumbledore. Only five feet away did he raise his hand into the air and disappear. Dumbledore closed his eyes to concentrate when a hit from behind left him stunned and immobile.
"How does it feel to be hit with your own spell, Albus? I came to finish school, and that's what I'm here for. Not you. Not them. And certainly not to be played and ordered around with. I told you before, stay away from me." Harry walked from his place next to the fallen Dumbledore, barely registering the cries from the students of a stranger beating their Headmaster. He was upon the door when his name was called.
Hermione and Ron ran up behind him. "Harry! What happened, why did you attack Dumbledore?" Hermione sounded on the brink of tears and he couldn't bring himself to walk away from her.
"I can't, Hermione." He simply stated, trying to keep his voice devoid of emotion.
"Can't what, Harry?" she pleaded. "Please, talk to us, please!"
"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I can't. Not anymore. I--just....Understand? I can't. Not after everything.."
"Harry, what's gotten into you? We're here for you, buddy. Always have, always will be. You can talk to us." Ron reached his hand to grasp Harry's shoulder, but Harry stepped forward, out of his reach; just.
He slowly turned his head to Hermione and Ron revealing his red piercing eyes, tattooed face and no scar. They gasped and Hermione actually took a step back before she could stop herself, instantly regretting it. Harry flinched at her reaction as if hit by a force she couldn't start to understand.
"I see. Understand. Or forget. I have faith it won't be too hard for you. It wasn't for them." With that he left the Great Hall, entering into the halls of Hogwarts and away from his friends. Their loss starting to creep into their hearts, feeling only despair at not being able to force their bodies after him Hermione and Ron watched Harry walk away from them.
A Sin Soaked Angel Sipped of Color
Drowning in a sea of black velvet
Rolling with red tides
Hissing with the cries of those who've passed
Gasping for truth
Filling my lungs with sorrow
Arms reaching for the sky
Raining down acid burning my skin
Forcing me back down
Struggling to find comfort
Now I own the red tides
I tease the rain to show immunity
Singing along with the cries that turned to screams like a siren song-sing- along
Eyes stained with blood red hues
I have found my comfort
Known as acceptance
My paradise found
A sin soaked angel sipped of color
The divine Fallen Angel
The ruler of seas
And the conductor of this storm