sorry that it took me so long to update! i'll try and get the next chapter up soon, promise :D oh, and in case anybody is wondering, i haven't got a single clue where this story is going, so any suggestions you make could very well be included into the story in the near future. so if there's something you'd be interested in seeing, let me know! also, this fic was inspired by the fic BLOOD -- go read it! it's wonderul :D enjoy :D
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Mikhail blinked in surprise, staring down at the place where Harry Potter had been only moments before. He'd sunk his teeth into the boy's swwet, tender neck, savouring the taste and feel of such tender young flesh, and had glared up at Dunbledore in triumph, and then ........ And then Harry had been gone. See ya, kaput. Bye-bye. Later. No longer there.
Mikhail shook himself out of his daze, silently reprimanding himself for the strang eturn his thoughts had taken. "Well, that didn't go quite as expected." He commented dryly to the now fuming Headmaster.
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Harry blinked blearily up at the enchanted celing of the Hogwarts Great Hall, fowning in confusion. The last thing he remembered was staring straight at Professor Dumbledore in shock and anger as the man blatantly refused the help of the vampires, and then there had been a great pain in his neck. After that ........ nothing. Nothing a tall. It was really quite strange and disturbing.
turning his head to the side, Harry let out a gasp of fright as he came face to face with the flesh-covered form of a skull. Human, obviously, and dead for no more than a year or two, was his guess. But, then again, he'd never put much thought to trying to guess how long it took a human head to decomposed and rid itself of flesh and hair to simply become the skull that the Dark Lord was so fond of. That, and snakes.
Blinking rapidly to clear his eyes of the sudden tears that rose up, threatening to overspill at the sight before him, Harry swallowed thickly before hoisting himself up into a sitting position. Was he back in that dream that MIkhail had sent him to earlier? The dream where he'd met Illiandra?
Glancing around the room, it quickly became obvious that he was indeed NOT in that same dream. The common room was littered with bodies, yes, but there were live pople here, too. People who looked like they had been here for a while. And people that he KNEW.
Slowly moving to his knees, and then shakily standig on his own two feet, Harry watched as Professor Severus Snape suddenly turned in his direction is a swirl of black robes (tattered as they were), obviously expecting to find some sort of danger. The look that crossed his face would have been almost comical, had the situation not been so dire.
Harry blinked, watching as the older man slowly made his way toward him, almost as if he were expecting some sort of attack. Just as Snape came within hearing distance, however, Harry felt a sharp tug behind his navel -- oddly reminscent of a portkey being activated -- and Harry suddenly found himself blinking up at the clear night sky.
Blinking rapidly, Harry slowly tried to sit up, only to collapse back to the ground with a strangled moan. The last thing he was aware of, before blissful darkness overtook him, was the sound of heavy breathing and the feel of two strong hands gently comming to rest on his chest.
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Harry woke to the smell of strong tea, dnd the feel of corase blankets wrapped about him. Keeping his relaxed and closed, Harry balled his hands into fists beneath the coarse blankets fighting to keep the hysteria he could feel bubbling up inside of him to a tolerable level. He doubted he could diminish it entirely, but with his Occulamency lessons, perhaps he could keep himsel funder control long enough to actually find out where he was, how he had gotten here, and just what the HELL was going on.
There didn't seem to be anybody about making any sort of noise -- that he could hear - so Harry finially allowed himself to open his eyes a small fraction, taking in his immediate surroundings. He was in what appeared to be a cave -- he lay in a small alcove carved straight from the rock wall, and the cave cieling towered high above him. He could see the glimmerings of an enchantment there, a preview of the night sky. Harry smiled ruefully at that, suddenly reminded of the cieling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Blinking rapidly, Harry pushed those thoughts away for another time, forcing himself to focus on the matter at hand. To his left was the rough rock wall -- nothing of importance of even mild curiosity there. To his right was a small stand, upon which was resting a hand-made cup of steaming tea and a bowl of soup -- unsurprisingly, the bowl also seemed to be handmade.
i'm in a cave. obviously a cave somebody lives in, and somebody with magical powers, to boot. but ........ why would anybody want to live in a cave?Harry wondered idly, slowly pushing himself up into a sittin gposition. His ribs felt a little sore, but other than that, there seemed to be no injuries or permanent damage. Funny, considering how he'd felt just last night.
but was it last night? i don't know how long i've been asleep -- could have been days, or maybe just a couple of hours ........Harry once again forced himself to focus on the matter at hand, completely ignoring the steaming sound and tea that awaited him, instead focusing on the rest of the room around him.
He seemed to be the only occupant of this strange little cave, the rest of the room bare save for what appeared to be the remnants of wooden tables with bits and pieces of cloth shoved to the side and out of the way. And the place was huge -- it could easily have been the same size as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, if not even larger. He could barely made out what was on the other side of the room -- probably due to the fact that he wasn't currently wearing any glasses.
Shivering suddenly, Harry slowly crawled out of his little alcove, wrapping his arms tightly around himslf. Why was he so reminded of Hogwarts as he stared around this place? What was it about this cave that reminded him of the beloved castle? It ceratintly didn't share much of anything with the large, enchanted castle, aside from it's sheer size.
Shaking his head, Harry brushes his dark black hair out of his eyes, cautiously beginning to make his way across the room toward the opening at the far end of the room.
And that was when the other occupant of the room decided to make their appearance, rushing through the aforementioned opening and barreling straight toward him.
Harry gasped softly, stumbling backwards a couple of steps before regaining his footing and staring into twin grey orbs. The man before him was dressed in coarse jeans and a ragged white shirt, and sported a green bandanna on his head. He had far to many wrinkles on his face for his obviously young years, and his eyes had a hard, searching look to them that Harry found somehow disconcerting.
Howeve,r all these observations were suddenly pushed to the back of his mind as Harry suddenly recognised the man standing in front of him. Draco Malfoy.
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Mikhail blinked in surprise, staring down at the place where Harry Potter had been only moments before. He'd sunk his teeth into the boy's swwet, tender neck, savouring the taste and feel of such tender young flesh, and had glared up at Dunbledore in triumph, and then ........ And then Harry had been gone. See ya, kaput. Bye-bye. Later. No longer there.
Mikhail shook himself out of his daze, silently reprimanding himself for the strang eturn his thoughts had taken. "Well, that didn't go quite as expected." He commented dryly to the now fuming Headmaster.
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Harry blinked blearily up at the enchanted celing of the Hogwarts Great Hall, fowning in confusion. The last thing he remembered was staring straight at Professor Dumbledore in shock and anger as the man blatantly refused the help of the vampires, and then there had been a great pain in his neck. After that ........ nothing. Nothing a tall. It was really quite strange and disturbing.
turning his head to the side, Harry let out a gasp of fright as he came face to face with the flesh-covered form of a skull. Human, obviously, and dead for no more than a year or two, was his guess. But, then again, he'd never put much thought to trying to guess how long it took a human head to decomposed and rid itself of flesh and hair to simply become the skull that the Dark Lord was so fond of. That, and snakes.
Blinking rapidly to clear his eyes of the sudden tears that rose up, threatening to overspill at the sight before him, Harry swallowed thickly before hoisting himself up into a sitting position. Was he back in that dream that MIkhail had sent him to earlier? The dream where he'd met Illiandra?
Glancing around the room, it quickly became obvious that he was indeed NOT in that same dream. The common room was littered with bodies, yes, but there were live pople here, too. People who looked like they had been here for a while. And people that he KNEW.
Slowly moving to his knees, and then shakily standig on his own two feet, Harry watched as Professor Severus Snape suddenly turned in his direction is a swirl of black robes (tattered as they were), obviously expecting to find some sort of danger. The look that crossed his face would have been almost comical, had the situation not been so dire.
Harry blinked, watching as the older man slowly made his way toward him, almost as if he were expecting some sort of attack. Just as Snape came within hearing distance, however, Harry felt a sharp tug behind his navel -- oddly reminscent of a portkey being activated -- and Harry suddenly found himself blinking up at the clear night sky.
Blinking rapidly, Harry slowly tried to sit up, only to collapse back to the ground with a strangled moan. The last thing he was aware of, before blissful darkness overtook him, was the sound of heavy breathing and the feel of two strong hands gently comming to rest on his chest.
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Harry woke to the smell of strong tea, dnd the feel of corase blankets wrapped about him. Keeping his relaxed and closed, Harry balled his hands into fists beneath the coarse blankets fighting to keep the hysteria he could feel bubbling up inside of him to a tolerable level. He doubted he could diminish it entirely, but with his Occulamency lessons, perhaps he could keep himsel funder control long enough to actually find out where he was, how he had gotten here, and just what the HELL was going on.
There didn't seem to be anybody about making any sort of noise -- that he could hear - so Harry finially allowed himself to open his eyes a small fraction, taking in his immediate surroundings. He was in what appeared to be a cave -- he lay in a small alcove carved straight from the rock wall, and the cave cieling towered high above him. He could see the glimmerings of an enchantment there, a preview of the night sky. Harry smiled ruefully at that, suddenly reminded of the cieling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Blinking rapidly, Harry pushed those thoughts away for another time, forcing himself to focus on the matter at hand. To his left was the rough rock wall -- nothing of importance of even mild curiosity there. To his right was a small stand, upon which was resting a hand-made cup of steaming tea and a bowl of soup -- unsurprisingly, the bowl also seemed to be handmade.
i'm in a cave. obviously a cave somebody lives in, and somebody with magical powers, to boot. but ........ why would anybody want to live in a cave?Harry wondered idly, slowly pushing himself up into a sittin gposition. His ribs felt a little sore, but other than that, there seemed to be no injuries or permanent damage. Funny, considering how he'd felt just last night.
but was it last night? i don't know how long i've been asleep -- could have been days, or maybe just a couple of hours ........Harry once again forced himself to focus on the matter at hand, completely ignoring the steaming sound and tea that awaited him, instead focusing on the rest of the room around him.
He seemed to be the only occupant of this strange little cave, the rest of the room bare save for what appeared to be the remnants of wooden tables with bits and pieces of cloth shoved to the side and out of the way. And the place was huge -- it could easily have been the same size as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, if not even larger. He could barely made out what was on the other side of the room -- probably due to the fact that he wasn't currently wearing any glasses.
Shivering suddenly, Harry slowly crawled out of his little alcove, wrapping his arms tightly around himslf. Why was he so reminded of Hogwarts as he stared around this place? What was it about this cave that reminded him of the beloved castle? It ceratintly didn't share much of anything with the large, enchanted castle, aside from it's sheer size.
Shaking his head, Harry brushes his dark black hair out of his eyes, cautiously beginning to make his way across the room toward the opening at the far end of the room.
And that was when the other occupant of the room decided to make their appearance, rushing through the aforementioned opening and barreling straight toward him.
Harry gasped softly, stumbling backwards a couple of steps before regaining his footing and staring into twin grey orbs. The man before him was dressed in coarse jeans and a ragged white shirt, and sported a green bandanna on his head. He had far to many wrinkles on his face for his obviously young years, and his eyes had a hard, searching look to them that Harry found somehow disconcerting.
Howeve,r all these observations were suddenly pushed to the back of his mind as Harry suddenly recognised the man standing in front of him. Draco Malfoy.