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Chapter TenThe small silver bell made a soft ring when Harry entered the Three Broomsticks, inaudible due to the immense noise. The boy glanced around for the familiar look of a certain blonde man. Spotting his date, Harry rushed toward a table in a secluded area.
"Hello Dra – mmmmph!"he began, only to be cut off by the blonde capturing his lips. Harry felt the pub's setting falter away, and he felt as though he and his love were standing by themselves in paradise.
Draco kissed Harry, noting his love smelled like cinnamon. Mmmmm...delicious, he thought to himself. A small whimper escaped when the other boy pulled away, though Draco was pleased to note he was panting heavily even though that kiss had been quite short.
"W-What was that for?" Harry asked between breaths. Draco put on his best pout.
"What, you didn't like it?" the blonde sexily pouted, earning a playful glare from Harry.
"Of course I enjoyed it, blondie (Draco cringed as Harry smirked), but it certainly surprised me," the other boy said. Draco just rolled his eyes, and pulled Harry down next to him on the booth.
"Fine, fine," he snapped, "Next time, I'll think twice before I kiss you, if I'm gonna have the Spanish Inquisition on my back after each-"he was cut off by Harry placing his finger on Draco's lips.
"Do me a favor and shut up, hun," he said softly, locking eyes with Draco, who felt the world melt away, yet again. Harry leaned in and pushed his mouth gently against Draco's, earning a small moan. Draco in turn pulled Harry closer and licked Harry's bottom lip, making the boy moan. Harry opened his mouth, and Draco slipped his tongue in eagerly.
"AHEM!" a voice roughly shouted. The boys broke apart, glaring at the girl who had so rudely interrupted them. They found that it had actually been Madame Rosmerta.
"Please," the bar keeper began, "I do not enjoy homosexuals, erm, being physical in my pub." She walked away, not caring that if Draco had not been holding Harry's hand, she would probably be dead by now.
"Ignore her," the blonde said softly, stroking Harry's hand with his thumb. The other boy nodded, and they slowly got up and left.
On the way out, Harry let out a large yawn. "Well, someone's tired," Draco said, smirking slightly. He then got a worried look on his face. "Harry, have you been doing that Ancient Magic thingy again?" he asked sternly.
Harry sighed. "Yes, Drake, I have. It was necessary for my little...e-e-errand," he said as he yawned again. Draco sighed and led his lover back to Hogwarts.
"Go. To. Bed," the blonde said seriously. Harry pouted, but Draco just shook his head. "That won't work with me, Harry. I don't want you fainting from exhaustion." Harry sighed, but walked to the Gryffindork Tower nonetheless. Draco sighed as well, and went towards the dungeons, tired himself.
---------?Where?---------
Neville waited for a reply from his Grans, whom he had written to warn her yesterday (a/n: it's now Sunday – I know, time flies in this fic, doesn't it?), when an owl hooted four times again. Letting the barn owl in, he noticed it was here to deliver the Daily Prophet. Sighing, he paid the owl, unrolling the paper, reading the front page.
Mrs. Longbottom, Mysteriously Murdered!
Yesterday, Ministry officials were alerted by Mrs. Padderfoot, Mrs. Longbottom's good friend, that Mrs. Longbottom was dead.
Mrs. Padderfoot was on her way to tea with her dear friend, when she noticed the house was unusually quiet – usually the elder woman could be heard a mile away. Mrs. Padderfoot entered the house, noting everything in tact. Upon entering the kitchen, however, Mrs. Padderfoot screamed.
"I'd stepped in the kitchen, and there she was, lying on the ground, dead!" the upset woman informed us.
Minister Fudge believes that this was yet again the work of You-Know-Who.
Neville stared at the paper. Harry had gotten to his Grans before he had. Clenching his fists, Neville let out a frustrated yell.
Potter will pay.
And with that, he grabbed his cloak, and went to Diagon Alley.
-------Diagon Alley---------
Upon entering the Alley, Neville headed towards Flourish and Blotts. Inside the small bookshop, he went over to the Advanced Charms section. Scanning the shelves, he finally found something that could be useful – Mind Spells.
Flipping it open, he found something interesting – the Advanced Memory Charm, leaves the victim's mind erased about certain things, and lets the caster fill in the blank spots with what he wants the victim to believe.
That could be handy, he thought as he paid for the book. He headed back to his hideout, his anger at Potter showing in his face.
---------Hogwarts------
Dumbledore glanced around the room sadly. He was back in his office, though he was trapped. Trapped by Advanced Ancient Magic so he couldn't talk, move, and could only be seen by two people – the two Dark Lords.
The old man focused his attention back on the two in the room with him. One was smaller, with green eyes and raven hair with streaks. The other looked exactly like himself, except with an evil grin on his face.
"The potent smell of victory," Voldemort spoke, his voice sounding like Dumbledore's. Harry laughed coldly.
"This will be fun," the younger boy spoke, his eyes glinting with amusement. Voldemort laughed in agreement, and the two left the office, leaving Dumbledore alone, unable to do anything.
Unable to do anything but watch the wizarding world be destroyed. He couldn't do anything, except-
Fawkes, he called with his mind. The phoenix immediately appeared, looking at Dumbledore with love. The old man's connection with the bird wasn't magical. Every one, muggles included, have a psychic connection with some creature, muggles just rarely ever find the creature, just like wizards.
Fawkes, go to Neville. Tell him Voldemort is posing as me, tell him Hogwarts needs him now. Voldemort and Harry must be stopped, the old dork commanded his phoenix, who in return let out a musical shriek and disappeared.
Maybe there is hope yet, he thought.
---Great Hall, Dinner Time----
"-And I am now back from my trip," Dumbledore informed the students. The Hall erupted with cheers, except from the Slytherins, who groaned. Draco, glancing at the Gryffindor table, noticed that Harry was just smiling, an evil, satisfied look hiding under it. He then noticed that his love and Dumbledore slyly exchanged nods, bearing matching smirks. Ok, what the fuck is going on?! Harry should be outraged that the old fool is back!, he thought, confused. Then, something even stranger happened – the old coot looked at the Slytherins, who were still groaning, and he could've sworn that Dumbledork almost looked...proud...of how they reacted.
Voldemort grinned wickedly inside. He glanced over at the Slytherins, who were groaning. Perfect little snakes, they are, he thought proudly.
The Dark Lord turned and sat back down, coincidentally next to Snape. Voldemort expertly hid his fury when the greasy git of a potions master began asking him if he needed him to go spy on Voldemort tonight.
"Ahhh, yes, Severus. I've been meaning to talk to you about that," the 'Headmaster' said, "But here is not the time. Meet me in my office at 8, and we will talk." Snape just nodded. Obviously, this was not an unusual request.
Voldemort slightly leaned back on his chair. This is too much fun, he thought. Then, a wicked idea formed in his mind. Standing up, he raised his hands for silence.
"I would like to ask a favor of all of you students. Voldemort," he was pleased at the gasps he got, "is currently inactive. I have found out that he is losing support. All of you students, I want you to owl home tonight and inform your parents that the Lightside," only Slytherins and Harry noticed the disgust in his voice when he said this, "is close to winning, and the wizarding world is safe for us." The Great Hall (albeit the Slytherins and a certain Gryffindor) erupted in cheers once again, chattering happily.
Snape glanced questioningly at the Headmaster. What was he talking about? Voldemort was having a Deatheater meeting later tonight! He certainly wasn't inactive. Oh well, the potions master thought, I'll ask him later tonight.
Harry smirked amusedly. Well, I see Voldemort's having fun, he thought. He then continued eating, watching the Slytherins. They were whispering fiercely, obviously wondering what Dumbledore was up to, since they knew the Dark Lord was still as powerful as ever.
Draco glanced at Harry and caught his eye. He sent the boy a questioning look, only to receive a huge smile and a wave. What does he know??? Draco thought, annoyed.
Dinner ended, and Draco rushed out of the Hall to catch up with Harry. He was surprised to see the boy almost skipping as he walked towards Draco, a huge smile on his lips, humming a tune the blonde had never heard of. (a/n: I wrote this while on a sugar and caffeine rush, and I'm really, er...really...perky and hyper!!!! )
The blonde grabbed the boy, and led him to a small room. "Ok, do you feel like sharing?" he asked, unable to stop the smile that formed when he saw the happiness in his loves eyes.
"Oh, nothing's going on, except that Dumbledore is really Voldemort, and the old dork is trapped in his office while the Dark Lord is messing with the wizarding world," he said casually, causing Draco to choke.
"gack! How...?" the blonde uncertainly asked.
"Polyjuice Potion, Dray, very simple," was the answer. Draco was shocked and amused. Such a simple and brilliant plan.
"I shoulda known that a plan you came up with would be simple, especially if it involves potions," the blonde teased. Harry put on his best pout, but quickly replaced it with a smirk.
"Now, now, Drakie, play nice," the boy said in a deep voice, very close to the blonde's face. Draco leaned in and kissed him, clutching onto Harry and pulling the boy as close as he could. They rubbed against each other as tongues explored, wishing nothing would ever make them break apart.
-----Dumbledore's Office (a/n: the caffeine and sugar rush has finally settled down)------
Voldemort sat impatiently in the Headmaster's chair, feet on the desk, and flicking his wand boredly so random objects burst into flames. He had let the potion wear off, and was waiting for Snape.
La la la la la...Where the fuck is that worthless spy??? he thought impatiently. Finally, the door opened, and Voldemort let in the spy."Dumbledore?" Snape called, looking around the dark office. His eyes fell on Voldemort, and he gasped, and froze in place.
Voldemort pointed his wand, and the office door closed, locked. "How nice of you to finally join me, Snape," he sneered. Snape glanced around, looking for a way to escape.
Fuck! How am I gonna get out of this one? the potions master thought. Trying to keep his cool demeanor, but failing terribly, he said, "My Lord, what a surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you till later-"
"Oh, shut up. You really are stupid. I know all about your spying, thanks to Harry. Oh, and that 'Dumbledork' at dinner was me," the Dark Lord smirked. Snape choked. "I brought you here to dispose of you, Snape. I have no use for traitors. Avada Kedavra."
Snape felt his body begin to shut down as he fell to the ground. Voldemort smirked, and made his way back to his manor for a quick Deatheater meeting.
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The next week went by quickly, 'Dumbledore' telling the Ministry and school lies. He even was manipulating the Ministry, by hinting there were some untrustworthy power hungry wizards in it. This made Fudge nervous, and the minister began to fire people he suspected, Mr. Weasley included. This caused many wizards to actually become unhappy with the minister, causing even more distrust to blossom. By the end of the week, every witch and wizard in the wizarding world became more secretive, and less cautious.
The school wasn't that much better. Many students were surprised how Dumbledore seemed to suddenly detest Gryffindors, albeit Potter, and favor the Slytherins. This caused all the houses to drift apart, and soon more fights in the corridors were happening, some between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Quidditch made it even worse – Gryffindor's first match was against Ravenclaw, and suddenly nasty fights were breaking out at the drop of a pin. Seamus had gotten into a fight with a girl named BelMontrosa, and both had ended up in the hospital wing three days before the match. Hermione, to Harry's delight, had been abruptly attacked by a Ravenclaw boy for being a 'stupid know-it-all' Gryffindor.
Voldemort watched all of this in delight. The wizarding world is falling, finally. In no time could he rule it, with Harry by his side.
-----Dumbledore's Office-------
Voldemort sat in the chair, sipping a tall glass of wine. he was waiting for Harry to come, for their weekly meeting so they could scheme and laugh at the foolishness of the minister. Voldemort liked Harry – he had become much like a son, and good lord, the boy was powerful on top of it all.
Today, they planned to continue their discussion on Harry's mark. The boy had decided that he liked the idea of having a fire breathing dragon with a Celtic symbol (a/n: thanks Dark-Rain 991!!!). Voldemort had to give the boy points – he certainly was more creative than he appeared to be.
Harry was going to come as soon as he was done 'meeting' with Draco Malfoy. Voldemort smiled at this. He never met the younger Malfoy in person, but the way he heard Lucius, his most trusted deatheater, talk about his son, he thought Harry and Draco were a perfect match.
Voldemort set the wine glass down onto the table, frowning when he heard a knock on the door. He let his magic wander, but his magic sensed no one's presence outside the door.
His frown deepening, he commanded the door to open, which it did. Still, no one was there. Shrugging it off, he shut the door, and turned to pick up his wine glass. When he turned around, he was greeted by a brown haired boy with buck teeth.
"Voldemort," the boy said. The Dark Lord silently cast legilimency, and found out the boy was named Neville.
So this is Longbottom, he thought. Sneering, he spoke coldly to the boy. "Indeed I am, saviour of the wizarding world. My, my. It must be doomed if you are the prophecized one," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. The boy Neville looked nervous, but determined.
"I will kill you," the boy said. Suddenly, there was a shrill cry as a phoenix swooped down on the boy's shoulder, causing Voldemort's eyes to narrow.
Fucking phoenix! I should've remembered that Dumbledore had a psychic connection with that bloody bird, he cursed. Keeping his cold composure, Voldemort spoke, "Well, well. The best aid that old fool can give you – a stupid chicken." Neville looked angry, but scared. That bloody boy doesn't have the ability to kill, he thought amused.
"You're stupid, to think you can kill me. I am more powerful than you will ever be," the snake-like man continued, causing the phoenix to hiss. "I think I will end this now, before you waste any more of my time. After all, Harry should be arriving soon." Voldemort pointed his wand at Neville. "Avada Kedavra!" he hissed. The light sped to Neville, but before it could hit, a red feathery object shrieked and flew in front of the boy. The phoenix shrieked as it died out of love for Neville, and instead of bursting into flames, the bird dropped to the ground, dead for good.
Fuckin bird, he cursed. He ignored the feeling of déjà vu in the pit of his stomache. "Well, that was a foolish bird, dying for someone who will die anyway. Now, Avada Kedavra!" and as soon as he saw the light speed toward the boy, Voldemort regretted it – he realized why he had had the déjà vu feeling...
----flashback-----
Fuckin girl, he cursed, as he watched Lily Evans fall to the ground. "Well, that was foolish of her, dying for someone who will die anyway," he said to the little baby, "Now, Avada Kedavra!" and he watched as the light sped back to him, ripping him from his body...
-----end of flashback-------
"Fuck," he said as the light bounced off of Neville and hit him. This time, there was no excruciating pain as he was ripped from his body. Because he wasn't. Instead, Voldemort felt his life slowly and painfully slip away from him, and was completely gone before he hit the ground. Yes, the Dark Lord Voldemort was dead.
Neville looked at the body of the man who almost had killed him. Numb, he got up. As he stood, he noticed a tingling feeling on his forehead. Reaching up, he noticed a lightning bolt scar on his head, but it was much different than Harry's – while Potter's was horizontal and over his right eyebrow, Neville's was vertical and over his left eyebrow.
Walking out of the door and down the corridor, he saw Draco Malfoy disappearing down the way to the dungeons, and he saw Harry Potter head toward the office of the Headmaster.
The numbness fading, and anger taking place when he saw Harry, the boy followed Draco, wand out.
------Dumbledore's Office------
Harry walked in, expecting to see Voldemort at the desk lazily, drinking a cup of wine. He expected to see Dumbledork in the corner, still unable to move, talk, and be seen by anynone else, looking frightened.
What he did not expect was Voldemort to be lying on the ground dead, and Dumbledore with a triumphant look on his face.
Tears brimmed his eyes, as he looked at the dead body of Voldemort. The man and Harry had grown close, almost like father and son, and now he was dead.
Letting out a scream of rage, Harry turned to Dumbledore, eyes flashing as they switched colors.
"What the fuck happened?!" he screamed, lifting the curse off of Dumbledork so he could speak.
Dumbledore felt happy and sad – happy that Vldemort had been killed, but he was heart broken that Fawkes was dead. He spoke to Harry, trying to compose himself. "Neville came, and defeated a Dark Lord." The rage in Harry's eyes grew.
"So, he's still in the castle?" he asked. Dumbledore reluctantly nodded. Harry nodded slowly thinking. "Anyway, you are in my way, and there is no more need for you, Dumbledork. Go join your fucking dead turkey. Avada Kedavra!" And with that, the old man died, leaving Harry lost in thought.
Finally, he left and went to bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. As he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly shot up, a pain tearing at his heart. "Draco," he whispered, as he rushed out of the dormitory, and ran all the way to the dungeons.
------Dungeons------
Draco stopped walking. Someone is fucking following me, he thought, as he turned around.
"Longbottom," he gasped in surprise, still managing to sneer. The boy looked angry.
"Potter killed Ginny and Grans, didn't he," the boy asked. Draco just smirked.
"Indeed he did, indeed he did," the blonde answered. Suddenly, before he could react, Neville stunned him, fire blazing in his eyes.
"Portus," Neville whispered. Nothing happened. "PORTUS!" he tried again, but still the spell did nothing. Then he remembered something – Neville had brought extra portkeys for emergency. Kicking himself for being stupid, Neville pulled out a small book. Mustering up all the magic he had, Neville said the activation spell. He was surprised that it took him only one try. Placing the book in Draco's hand as well, the two disappeared just as Harry rounded the corner.
"DRACO!" the dark haired man bellowed, his voice filled with pain. Harry felt his magic leak out of control, and he unleashed it, trying to grab Draco as he traveled with the portkey in the portkey universe. Just as Harry almost succeeded, Draco and Neville reached their destination, leaving Harry unable to pull his love back. Harry's magic wandered around the portkey universe, searching for any sign of his love. Reluctant, after three minutes of searching, Harry's magic retreated, and the dark haired boy sat down, and sobbed quietly.
------???-------
Neville felt Harry's magic follow them as they traveled by portkey. He was panicking. If Harry's magic grabbed Draco, then he would be able to retrieve the blonde.
Sighing a huge sigh of relief when they were once again standing in his hideout, Neville dropped the blonde on the floor and retrieved the book he bought earlier that week from his room.
----end of chappie ten------
Iviana: My, my...what is Neville going to do with Dracy-poo?
Harry: Draco!!! DRACO!!!!!! I'll kill you, Iviana, if Draco's killed or harmed!
Iviana: Oh...you have to read the rest to find out...muahahahahaha
Miku: Dumbledork's dead! Dumbledork's dead! Alleluia!
a/n: Well, I prepared a little teaser for you guys. It's part of the first chapter of the sequel to this story (I have the rest of this story planned out, I just have to type it up, and I had an idea for the first chapter of the sequel, so I wrote it down). here it is:
(preview of the sequel to 'From Green to Black')
Harry sighed as he sat up in bed, kicking off the covers. He quickly got in the shower and scrubbed his body angrily. Afterwards, he threw on some black clothing. Looking at himself in the mirror, he noted he had changed in the past year. True, his hair was still black-green-silver, and his eyes dark green, but he had grown taller, his hair longer and messier, and had higher cheek bones. But most importantly, his scar was what looked like the color black, but in actuality, it was dark, dark green.
Before leaving, he grabbed his gun and cell phone, lip curling in disgust. Every morning began like this one. Every morning he woke up in this detestable place, and every morning he went to work.
Harry stepped out of the door of his apartment building, glaring at the muggle city lying before his eyes. I fucking can't stand this, he thought bitterly as he unlocked the door to his black mustang (the car).
Harry Potter hated everything about the muggle world – the noise, the smell of the city, their behavior, and most importantly, he hated muggles, those filthy creatures.
But he put up with living in New York City, despite how much he hated it.
Why, you ask, is he living a life in the muggle world if he hates it so?
Well, to put it simply, he hates the wizarding world even more.
(end of preview)
(nervous) well, hope that caught your interest! now, why is Harry in the muggle world???
muahahahahaa! you'll have to continue reading my story to find out!!! (grins) and...anyone notice someone missing? muahahahahahahahahaaa (I know I'm evil)
a/n: please review, but don't kill me for this chapter please!