disclaimer: ok. this is chapter seven. you should all know by now that all Harry Potter related things are not owned by me!!!! all belong to the great JKR!
warning: to all you homophobics, SLASH! if you're a homophobic, and you've read my story up to this point, then you should know by now that I don't want complaints from you saying I'm a freak cause I've warned you – SLASH! oh, and warning 2: this story also contains character deaths (for those of you who don't like HP characters dying)
a/n: The last character death was a minor character, but now I'm moving to major characters...and people are going to hate me so much after this chapter...I just know it. I might have to go into hiding after posting this chapter...people will probably hunt me down;;; so I'll say sorry in advance. REMEMBER: if you don't like character deaths, then read at your own risk!!!
a/n: hope you like this chapter. I wrote it when I was really pissed off (I had to go to a stupid family gathering thingy) so at some points my anger might show...but I tried to control it! ;;
clumsy-puppet: I don't normally single out reviewers, but I'd like to say thank you for saying you have confidence in me, and you're right – what is a romance fic without sex scenes? so, I, er, promise that sometime in the future, once I build up the courage to write it, I'll put one in (though it will most likely suck ;;)
and to ALL of my reviewers: I love you so much (hugs each reviewer tightly) thanks so much for taking the time out to review!! it makes me feel so happy inside
random a/n: I was looking at the title of my story ('From Green to Black') and I'm not quite sure why I named it that...I guess I meant it by how Harry's eyes go from green, to, well, black at points, but to be honest I'm not quite sure! (silly writer )
and now to the story:
Chapter Seven-----Hogwarts-------
Harry made his way slowly back to the Gryffindor Common Room quietly that night, humming to himself. After venting his anger, he felt better. He had loved the adrenaline rush that had come when he heard Colin's screams. And then, the feeling of power he felt rush through his body when he cast Avada Kedavra – it was exhilarating! I made him feel so good inside.
He finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and was about to enter when he heard voices. Frowining, he went and hid in the shadows, eavesdropping.
"-and you're positive it's Harry?" one voice asked, sounding like a student.
"Yes. I heard Voldemort say so. But that's not the worst," the other replied, sounding very familiar, but Harry couldn't place his finger on who it was.
"What could be worst than Harry going dark? I mean, he's very powerful – more so than me, Dumbledore, and Voldemort combined!" the student exclaimed, "I mean, I may be the only one that can kill Voldemort, but I'm not nearly as powerful as Harry." Harry frowned at the last statement. Wasn't he the one prophesized to kill the Dark Lord?
"Yes, I know, I still can't believe that they got the prophecy mixed up between you two, but that's not important now. Voldemort has Dumbledore," the familiar voice said sternly, "I saw him there when I was spying. He's weak – has no magical powers! Voldemort was saying that Harry stole his powers! This is very bad for the Order." The student gasped. Harry narrowed his eyes. So, someone was spying on Voldemort? Damn. They know that Dumbledore's kidnapped. At least they don't know about the plan, he thought angrily.
"Why does Voldemort have Dumbledore?" the student asked, fright in his voice.
"He mentioned a plan-"the adult began. Harry froze. The voice continued, "I have to warn the Order tonight about it. Voldemort's planning to-"he was cut off by footsteps coming. "Fuck! Go back to your dormitory. I'll tell you tomorrow. Right now I have to get to the Order." Harry heard the student leaving.
Harry moved closer to the voice. FUCK! I have to stop this person, he thought. He strained his ears and heard the adult talk to what sounded like Filch. And I have to find out who this student is, he added as an afterthought.
When Filch left, Harry stepped out of the shadows and walked toward a man who was mumbling about where he placed that portkey. At the sound of another pair of approaching footsteps, his head snapped up and turned around-
"Lupin?!" Harry asked, shocked for a moment. Then fury began to take over his mind and he glared.
Remus looked a little scared. "H-Harry. What a p-pleasant s-surprise," he said, stuttering. Harry smirked.
"Shut up. You sound liked Quirrel. Ugh, he was such a failure," he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger as they changed color.
Remus looked uncomfortable, and he was slowly drawing his wand, something Harry noticed him doing. "Expelliarmus!" the boy shouted, catching the old professor's wand.
"Harry...It's me, Moony. I would never hurt you," he said unconvincingly. Don't panic, Lupin, he told himself, he couldn't have heard the conversation.
"Of course I heard the fucking conversation, Moony," the boy snapped, "And I have some questions for you...before I...dispose of you." Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the professor. "Veritas!" he shouted. (a/n: Veritas in my fic is a powerful dark spell that works like the Veritaserum. Only difference is that it is not a potion, it's a spell, one that requires a LOT of power to pull off)
Lupin felt numb, as he fell under the spell's control. Harry felt pleased with himself. "Now, what is your name?" he asked.
"Remus Lupin." came the monotone reply.
"Very good. Now, tell me: how did you spy on Voldemort and what did you find out?" Harry asked, glaring at the professor who winced at the name.
'The Order became suspicious about Dumbledore's disappearance. Severus brought me with him to one of his meetings, under the disillusionment charm and after drinking a potion of his creation. I followed Wormtail, who led me to You-Know-Who's room. Dumbledore was unconscious on the bed, and Wormtail began to tell You-Know-Who news. The latter became annoyed with Wormtail, and cast Crucio. He lifted it when Dumbledore began to stir. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named then talked to him, and told Dumbledore Harry Potter's plan called 'Avada Kedavra Light'. After that, You-Know-Who left, and I followed, disapparating as soon as I could."
Harry 'hmphed' angrily, and continued the inquisition. "What exactly is Snape's potion that he created?" he asked impatiently.
"He invented a potion that makes your body untraceable – no one should be able to feel your presence in a room. It takes a long while to make. Snape started the batch I drank last night as soon as You-Know-Who returned in your fourth year."
Harry glared. He would have to reveal Snape to Voldemort as soon as he could. "What state of mind was Dumbledork in?" he continued.
"Please rephrase the question."
Harry sighed impatiently. "What state of mind was Dumbledore in?" He asked, gritting his teeth.
"He looked weak. He was crying when You-Know-Who told him Harry's plan. After that, he looked like he was unaware of his surroundings. I'd say he went in shock."
Harry chuckled. "Do the Order know Voldemort has Dumbledore, and do they know the plan?" he asked cautiously.
"No."
"Good, good," he said, "Now, tell me. What about the prophecy? How was it mixed up?"
"When Dumbledore heard the prophecy, he assumed it was about Potter, who was the most powerful of the two babies. Only very recently have the Order found out that the only one that can defeat the Dark Lord is Neville Longbottom. They also found out that by the 'Dark Lord', the prophecy doesn't mean You-Know-Who, which means there must be another Dark Lord; one that the Order doesn't know about yet. But now I have reason to believe that the prophecy is about Neville and Potter."
Harry gasped. So it was Neville that Lupin was talking to earlier. Harry chuckled. That nitwit doesn't stand a chance against me, he thought, Now for some fun! "So, tell me, professor. What do you think of Sirius' godson, now that he is dark?"
Lupin hesitated, blinking back tears at the mention of Sirius. But he still answered in the monotone voice, "I am heartbroken. I loved Harry, just like Sirius did. Sirius would be so upset if he knew how Harry joined You-Know-Who. I am also disappointed in Harry. He has turned his back on all who have ever cared about him. And lastly, I am angry at him. My love Sirius gave up his life for Harry. My love basically sacrificed himself so Harry could join You-Know-Who. I think Harry is ungrateful-"Harry cut him off there with a slap.
"People that cared for me, eh? More liked used me. I was their pawn. When they needed me, I was praised. When I wasn't needed, I was gossiped about. Only one person I know loves me, and that's Draco," he hissed, "Finite Incantantum!(spelling?)" The spell was lifted, and Lupin looked scared.
"Harry-"he croaked, eyes pleading. Harry glared.
"Save it, you filthy werewolf. Avada Kedavra!" he snarled. Lupin was dead before he hit the floor. Suddenly, he heard a whimper behind him.
"Neville!" he yelled, as he turned to face the boy. He raised his wand, but Neville ran like hell.
------Change of POV------
Neville was walking back to the Common Room when he noticed that Lupin's portkey to the Order was in his hand.
"Oh, darn!" he scolded himself. He walked back slowly, scared he would be scolded for his foolishness. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him-
"-am also disappointed in Harry. He has turned his back on all who have ever cared about him. And lastly, I am angry at him. My love Sirius gave up his life for Harry. My love basically sacrificed himself so Harry could join You-Know-Who. I think Harry is ungrateful-"Lupin said to a person Neville assumed was Harry. Neville squinted, and noticed Lupin looked like he was under a spell.
Suddenly, Harry hissed at the werewolf. "People that cared for me, eh? More liked used me. I was their pawn. When they needed me, I was praised. When I wasn't needed, I was gossiped about. Only one person I know loves me, and that's Draco-" Neville almost gasped. Draco and Harry are lovers?! he thought "-Finite Incantantum!"
Neville watched in horror as Lupin croaked at Harry. Harry just snarled back at him something Neville couldn't hear.
And then he saw the flash of green light, and a whimper escaped his lips. Harry turned toward him, and Neville ran as fast as he could.
Panting, he reached a closet, and hid in there. He didn't know if Harry was following him, and he didn't want to find out.
Harry just killed Lupin, Harry just killed Lupin, he kept thinking. Then something snapped in his mind. Wait. Harry and Draco are lovers...That means Draco must be important to Harry, he thought, I might be able to work with that...
Leaving the closet cautiously, he quickly headed toward McGonagal's office. He had to get out of Hogwarts and go into hiding now, until he could defeat Voldemort and Harry.
-------Change back to normal POV-------
Harry watched as Neville ran away. Oh sure, he could've stopped Neville if he felt like it, but he had to get rid of that filthy werewolve's body. He muttered a spell, and Lupin's body burst into flames, leaving only ashes which Harry threw out the nearest window.
He made his way to the Common Room, knowing Neville would not be there. Harry knew he would probably go into hiding. Silly git, he thought, at least he doesn't know anything. Harry had read the boy's mind for any traces of knowledge about the plan when he had briefly looked at him. Luckily, he had found none.
Entering the portrait hole, he was surprised to find the Common Room quite crowded. Making his way through the crowd, ignoring the glares he received, Harry went up to the dorm. It was then he realized something.
Neville's belongings were still here.
Grinning maliciously, Harry made his way over to Neville's trunk. Opening it, he found pictures of Ginny. Harry raised an eyebrow. Well, well, well. Looks like he did have a girlfriend, he thought, smirking, Wonder what he'd do if she was to have an, err, accident he grinned. Rummaging further into the trunk, he found a letter addressed to Neville, from his grandmother. Harry opened it to read:
Dear Neville,
I know you just found out you are the one the prophecy was about. I just found out as well. I want you to know that I believe in you, and know you will defeat the Dark Lord.
True, you may not be the most powerful wizard, but you are the most caring one I've met. You're parents would be so proud of you.
Speaking of your parents, I am very sorrowful to inform you of this: Last night, your mother and father passed away. The healers couldn't do anything to prevent it, I want you to know. I know how close you were with them. Just remember that they loved you, even when they were crazy.
Please write back to me when you get a chance, darling.
With love,
Granny
Harry smirked after he read the letter. Throwing it on the floor, he noticed that a small piece of parchment fluttered out of the envelope. Picking it up, Harry saw that it was a half written letter by Neville to his grandmother. Harry opened it and read:
Dear Grans,
Thank you for writing me. It means a lot. I am sad that my parents are dead, and I must admit I have shed some tears. But at least I still have you left. I will visit you as soon as I can. I can't wait- (the letter ended)
Next to the letter, there was a letter addressed to Ginny. Harry picked up all of the letters.
His smirk grew even more as a plan formed in his mind – a plan to break Neville to the brink of insanity. He would attack Neville's heart.
Little did he know, Neville was planning the same thing.
-----end of chappie seven-----
Iviana: Another chapter done!
Miku: You KILLED my REMY!!!! (sobs)
Iviana: (mutters) wow, I never knew you could cry, Miku.
Harry: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEVILLE'S GONNA ATTACK MY HEART?!
Draco: Harry dear, calm down!
Iviana: hehehe...well, please review!
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a/n: just so you know, none of these character deaths are random, spur of the moment doings – I already planned out the plot for the rest of this fic, and who's gonna die and when....
so, how much do you guys hate me now? I hope you guys don't! D