I own nothing I know nothing... ok well that's going over board, I own all of my own characters... they start to yell at me if I don't pay enough attention to them and thus we have my fanfics. I normally don't do fic but recently I've been plagued by them. I've started three so far and tried to ignore the others.
These creatures, believed to be gods by ancient wizards, are nothing but a pure fairy tail. A myth created to explain magic as we see it. It is impossible to tell exactly where these myths began but most point to South America as the primary source of the tails.
Well these books weren't proving to be much help. They told of the beings yet they said nothing of the actual myth itself. The book was slammed shut. He had been looking for a few days now and he still hadn't come up with anything.
The boy stretched out in, what he had come to know as his bed for the time being. He'd come to the conclusion that hotels sucked. His short messy black hair stuck to his head covering the only thing that could let someone know who he was. The lightning shaped scar he received from Voldemort. His emerald gaze focused on the fan swirling around and around, turned up to fast for him to see each blade properly, making them look like a single piece.
The heat was unbearable. It wouldn't have been so bad had he been able to go swim in the oh-so-close ocean. He had been locked up in the room as soon as they arrived. Locked up with a bunch of books in a stifling hot room and not even able to use magic it make it any better. It didn't even get any cooler at night, just humid. What a wonderful way to start a vacation.
He closed his eyes trying to imagine the coldest thing he could. Hogwarts dungeons were cold, during winter. Or the lake, in winter, frozen over. He was even starting to feel a little cooler. As soon as he thought it the cool breeze was gone.
"Slacking off again" That voice. No, it was to soon to be brought back to the rest of his problems. With a sigh he forced himself to open his eyes. He was met with the cold, calculated glare of the person who hated him the most in the world. Possibly even more so then Voldemort, though he would be a close second.
Snape held yet another large stack of books "If I was going to spend the whole time reading why couldn't we have stayed at the castle. At least there it was cool" He knew that Snape wouldn't take well to his whining but he couldn't help it. At least the potions master got out of the room every now and then.
"Stop whining and show me what you found" Snape snapped irritated that he had to spend his summer with the boy. Granted he had grown a lot over his few years at Hogwarts but was still just a child as far as the potions master was concerned.
With a heavy sigh Harry handed over the parchment he had been using to jot down notes "None of these books have anything useful" as if to prove his point the sheet had only a few lines scowled across it.
Snape read over what the boy had found in the books he had been given "We are going to the temple tomorrow" telling him to quite whining without having to say it. He hadn't got any more then Snape had. A few minor differences from book to book but all in all the same thing.
He sat down Potter's notes on the stack of books he had brought in. Making his way through the room to his trunk was a rather difficult task as there was books laid out everywhere. Apparently Potter had been through quiet a few today as when they had woke up the room was organized with the books in neat piles in the far corner.
Harry looked at one of the many books in Snape's pile. It had no title like many of the ones he had read today but was rather warn with a leather cover. He glanced over at Snape hopping the Professor wouldn't move any of the books in the room, he had set them all up so that he knew where every bit of his information had come from and could easily find it again. Seeing that Snape wasn't going to mess with his chaotic order he turned back to the book. Even though it was warn it looked like someone had taken every means to keep it in good condition. It just called to him. Opening to the first page he absorbed himself in it.
I've decided to finally write in the journal, which was given to me by a dear friend. For a long while it seemed to me that writing all of my thoughts and feelings into a book was just begging for an enemy to use your deepest feelings against you. I was going through old things, cleaning out I suppose you could say, when I came across it. The cover had always intrigued me. The rich deep red leather with the bold but somehow delicate pattern etched into it. I think the thing that draws me to it is the crest. The crest of my enemy's house, the symbol of my friend.
For me that word seems so strong, I could never call anyone a friend unless they had gained my complete trust. It is not something I give freely or often. Yet oddly I have given this rare gift to the most unlikely person. The person who would have me dead. It is rather odd to think I have put my faith into that which is sworn to rid me of the world. I trust him, with my life or death; I put my soul in his hands.
Harry was pulled from the beautiful curves of the penmanship by the sound of Snape emerging from the bathroom. "Where did you get this?" he found himself asking it before he could even think it.
The professor looked to the book "Dumbledore" he said simply before moving to his bed. It was probably that old coot that had them sharing a room as well, keep up looks my ass. If anything he thought that he probably looked like some kind of pedophile, sharing a room with a sixteen-year-old child. He lies on his bed with a sigh, he'd be happy when they could finally leave.
Harry looked at his bedside clock as Snape got in bed. He really wanted to read more of the book but they would be up early in the morning and if anything he wasn't a morning person. So far Snape had tried to wake him up once and ended up getting hit for his troubles by a half sleeping boy. Harry pushed the book under his pillow, the only place here he could put anything and find it again near his bed, and flopped down. After a moment of tossing around the uncomfortable hotel mattress he found a semi-decent spot and drifted off.
Ok comments please? I'm also wondering if you guys can get to the second chapter of blood bond? I put it up but i don't think it's working yet. I'm going to wait to see if it shows up tomorrow but if not I'll have to redo it... oh well.