Shadowed Truth
Author's Note: English is not my mother tongue so be warned. I don't know where this story is going but I just couldn't not write this. The idea kinda stuck in my head. I don't have a beta reader so bear with me on this account. Well, enough with this. On with the story.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Everything belongs to JKR and I only do this for my enjoyment and not for any profit or money.
Chapter 2-
The Raven Born In Darkness
You think you know the person
Beside you
But do you?
Or is it only a mask,
Hiding the truth
In the
Shadows
Minerva MacGonagall loved her animagus form, no doubt about that. Minerva MacGonagall also loved helping and fighting for the light.
But sometimes, she mused, I wonder what I did wrong. And tried to escape Mr. Twinkles who had found her to be a very interesting female. She sighed. These were the situations that she had to endure for the good of all.
Trust Figg's bloody cat to find me attractive.
It had been two days since she began her guard duty and even though Arabella Figg had said that it was normal for Harry to not be seen for days, it worried her. She hadn't seen him at all and it didn't fit with the image of Harry Potter. The animagus ran on light paws to the nearest bushes of Number Four Privet Drive. The flowers in the garden and virtually everything else was disgustingly symmetric and clean. A typical, normal house with inhabitants that she loathed. She grimaced and looked around. Harry's bedroom was on the second floor, if she remembered correctly. Minerva counted herself lucky as she saw a tree that was ideal for her uses. The low branches were thick enough for her to climb but these stairs would bring her to an appropriate level from which she could see into the room, hidden by leaves and shadows. She jumped with catlike elegance on the lowest branch and continued her way to the top of the tree and settled there, seeing for the first time Harry Potter's summer residence.
The room was dark and sparsely decorated, if one could call it decorated at all. There was a desk, a chair and a bed in the room, along with a trunk. Everything was looking quite old and battered, although the trunk seemed to be in a good condition. On the desk was an open cage.
His owl must be hunting. Good thing, Molly doesn't see this. She would go ballistic!
The door opened and in came a tall, serious looking Harry Potter. His bangs were falling into his face, giving him an eerie appearance. She suddenly noticed that he held himself like a snake, poised to strike if there was a need to, and moved with practiced elegance. This was not the Harry Potter she knew. Harry had always been a happy looking, if somewhat closed off child with shyness and honor basically radiating from him. No, this was not the Harry Potter she knew.
But do I really know him at all? I'm his Head of House, so I should, of course. But do I?
The answer frightened her because she didn't. Minerva had been Gryffindor's Head of House for over fifty years and she had prided herself for the fact that she cared and knew when something troubled her young charges. But, somehow, it seemed that she had for the first time in her life as a teacher misjudged someone.
Her thoughts would've become even more depressive if the arrival of a black, shiny hawk hadn't startled her from her stupor. The creature was magnificent, she had to admit, and had probably cost a good amount of galleons. She observed Harry as he took the letter and gave the hawk an owl treat.
"Thanks, Xerex." He petted the animal softly and opened the letter, a soft smile coming to his face as he read on. The softness of his voice had startled her and she wondered who the letter might be from. She knew no one who had a hawk and knew Harry Potter. Harry turned the letter and wrote something on the backside before giving it to the hawk, who launched himself into the air and took of to places unknown.
With a soft sigh he turned and walked to the bed, lied down and closed his eyes, a serene smile remaining on his lips.
Well, seems as if I have to wait for Mr. Potter to wake up.
The animagus closed her eyes and settled into a light slumber, her mind still trying to process the things she'd seen.
He stumbled down the street, to the world appearing a lousy drunk but in reality eyes alert and moving. It was bloody difficult to find these artifacts Dumbledore wanted but he had, as always, done the impossible and found them. Yes, Mundungus Fletcher was the best when it came to stolen cauldrons, illegal deals or simply information that was impossible to get.
He grinned as he rammed into a sneering Lucius Malfoy.
"Watch out where you are going, you filthy scum!" Malfoy barked, his face turning into a mask of disgust.
"Sor'y, …mate. Didn' see ya there." He stumbled past him, almost falling to the ground. Malfoy only sneered and walked away, without looking back, while muttering about imbeciles and mudbloods. He never noticed the missing list that was stolen from his pocket.
Too easy.
She could barely wait for the evening to come. She shuddered. To feel his breath against her throat, a silky whisper of things yet to come, his hands embracing her, ice cold ecstasy and iron hot passion running through her veins. She moaned softly. It had been too long since the last time she'd seen him, free to love him. But tonight. Finally. Her icy blue eyes flashed with anticipation and want, a smirk coming to her face.
The door broke open and the man found himself surrounded by Death eaters, helpless to do anything. One thing was sure, he would not be able to come out of this alive.
"Where are they, old man?" The one right of him screeched, his wand only a few inches away from the man's face.
"Where is what? I don't know what you're talking about!" Sweet broke out on his forehead. How the hell did they know about this? He'd always been careful.
"You don't know?" the Death eater sneered. "We shall see. Crucio!" Indescribable pain ripped through the man's body, setting it aflame. He cancelled the spell after a few seconds.
"So, do you know now? Where is Ravenclaw's dagger?"
His heart was pounding and filled with fear, but he knew that he wouldn't, couldn't give them what they wanted. With a last, desperate attempt to hinder them, he pushed the button on his ring and gave a satisfied smile. He'd done his duty. The dagger was safe.
"What did you do?" the Death eater yelled but it was too late. The man had already left the world of the living.
"Great work, Lucius!" a smirking Bellatrix hissed. "You're really gonna get it this time. Master will be very displeased. And I'm going to watch as your blood seeps through the floor!" Her evil, maniacal laughter resonated in the room. Malfoy shot her a glare.
"Shut up, bitch." He'd always hated her. With clearly visible disdain he stepped on the corpse and walked to the door.
"Are you coming?" Without another glance he apparated away, knowing that his day would become very painful indeed. He hated it when the woman was right.
Darkness fell over Little Whining, street lamps turning on and shadows getting longer. The full moon shone in all of its brilliance and covered gently the silent houses. It was in the middle of this night that Minerva felt a soft wind blow and wake her up from her slumber. The green catlike eyes opened and slowly focused on the moving shadow in front of her.
There was a figure hanging from the windowsill! Panic started to fill her as she recognized Harry, when suddenly his muscles strained and he swung himself in a backwards somersault on the roof. Minerva's eyes widened as she saw his acrobatics. What the hell was going on?
He stood on the rooftop, the moonlight illuminating his imposing figure. Now, with the panic and the shock gone, she could take a closer look at her pupil. His raven hair was longer than it normally was and pulled into a ponytail with a few bangs framing his face. The black glasses were gone, so the brilliant green eyes sparkled with energy and life. The youth was clothed in a black coat, which seemed to be something similar to the ancient cloaks she'd seen in pictures of wizards of old. His trousers and shirt were also black, fitting nicely and a hilt of a sword could be seen in the folds of darkness.
He seemed like a creature from a dream. A raven born from the shadows of the night, only coming out when the sun was sleeping. He startled her when he began to run to the edge of the roof. He jumped and for a single moment in time she thought that he would plummet to his death. But it was as if he floated to the next roof and then the next, doing impossible feats while in the air, somersaults and cat flips seeming to be too easy for him.
It was a difficult for her to keep up with him, as her shorter legs were a disadvantage. He flew, whereas she ran, her thoughts tormenting her. Albus never said that his young protégé liked to jump rooftops when not fighting dark lords or winning Quidditch games. She snorted.
I wonder if he knows what Harry Potter is up to at nights.
Probably not. She only hoped that he wouldn't break his neck in the process of dancing with death.
How do they always say? I love my job!
He was a junky. He knew that.
But who fucking cares?
He grinned, although his grin soon turned into a smirk as he saw his destination. His coat swished as he landed beside a startled dark haired man.
If cats could pant she would certainly have done that. Trust Potter to let her run across town without him knowing it. She looked around. This was, by the look of it, a dangerous part of town. The dark streets were filled with young people in similar clothes to those of Harry. Loud, heavy metal filled the air, while people danced, their bodies almost crushing each other. Something like this was not what she'd expected to find.
She spotted Harry not too far away and inched closer so that she could hear what was being said. But what she heard shocked her even more than anything else this day.
Harry smirked darkly as he walked through the crowd, loud greetings of "Hey, Slytherin!" or "Hey, Des!" reaching him. He didn't notice Minerva and he certainly didn't notice the dark figure hiding in the shadows.
Slytherin? SLYTHERIN!
What the hell did they mean with SLYTHERIN!
She looked at the smirking Harry and almost cried out as a hand grabbed him from him behind and pushed him against the wall.
Pain filled his mind as he collided with the hard wall but was soon replaced with pleasure as he felt soft, warm lips pressing against his. He groaned aloud and let his hands roam over the delicate but strong body crushing his. Only one person could make him feel this way. Sharp sparks of desire coursed through his body and made his kisses even more frantic and desperate. There was only a single thing that came to his mind: heaven.
I'll never be the same
Not alone or afraid,
Control your fear
No tears will fall,
Now you've seen what I've become.
Darkness seeping into my dreams
Waking me up to reality
I don't want to feel
The destiny of truth
And I ask you:
What is it, what is truth?
Is it truth, this sick reality?
Or is it just there to soothe, to please?
We all just look but do not see
But I've seen the world, the shadows
Living the dark, escaping the light
Having the sight I finally took flight
But am I free to live my life
Or am I just an animal caged, no way to fight?
I don't know what will come
But I will fight, fly, fall
To be the thing that I've become
Changed
To not see the world in Black and White
When the Grey is not far away
So beware of what you see
When saying
"Reality, truth is not what I fear."
You never see all shades of Grey
When seeing is the only key.
Thanks for the reviews, VM and methoslover. As for the person being Harry. You'll see. Be patient. I hope you like the new chapter. The poem and thoughts are my own but I thought that it fit quite well here.
Chi
