Title: Green eyes ( My one and only)
Author: Shatterred
Rated: R for upcoming situations
Summary: After the downfall of Voldemort, Harry spends the rest of the summer with the Weasleys.
He involves himself with one Fred Weasley and learns that looks are deceiving. He returns to Hogwarts for his final year and who better to heal his scars, than one with several of his own.
Pairing: begins as HP/FW but will eventually be HP/SS
Disclaimer: I own nothing, zero, zip ,zilch ,nada. : Hides in corner sobbing.:
Prologue
indicate dreams.
Blood, the crimson liquid seeped into the ground, turning the once green meadow into fields of rust. Bodies lay scattered over the grass, both muggles and wizards alike, the dead and the dying. In the midst of the carnage a lone boy kneeled over a lifeless figure. Trying desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. He rose unsteadily to his feet his posture rigid with anger and fear. His hand tightly grasped his wand, knuckles turning white. He raised his head, emerald eyes blazing with hatred, and glared at the man in front of him. Cold scarlet eyes stared back in faint amusement, mocking the boy.
" So, you've come to kill me then, Potter." He started conversationally. The red- eyed man, glanced around, smiling at the destruction he had caused. " This," He gestured, " is your fault. You were not able to protect them Potter, you failed. Dumbledore's plan has fallen and soon I will be in control. Join me, and together nothing can stop us. Refuse me and you will meet the same end as your parents, useless and dead. That muggle loving fool cannot keep you from me."
Potter' stepped forward, each step measured with barely contained fury.
" Voldemort, sod off."
Voldemort smirked cooly, " Ah, blind Gryffindor heroics. "
His hand snaked out ,spidery fingers stroking Harry's pale face. Harry's scar exploded violently, forcing him to his knees. The agony, sheering pain coursed through his body. Voldemort knelt down and jerked Harry's face so that they were eye to eye. Crimson searched emerald, and the Dark Lord leaned closer, whispering into Harry's ear.
" You want to know a secret Potter, before I killed your parents I broke them," He grinned with pure malice, " their screams fueled my possession. Your mudblood mother pleading for your life, and begging me to stop. She was a lovely flower, just ARGGGH"
Voldemort was flung back, staring in rage at the boy in front of him. " So you wish to die Potter!" Voldemort bellowed, the Dark Lord struggled to his feet, only to be knocked down once more.
" You sick bastard! God damn you!" Harry screamed, power rolling off him in waves. The energy around him crackled, tendrils of magic encircling Voldemort, snapping and shredding the man before him.
" Because of you, my whole goddamn life has been hell! You took everything from me, my family and my friends!"
The slender lines of magic grew darker and Voldemort tried to move away but Harry seemed to surround him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry casually stepped to the side, the green beam sliced through the air and hit a nearby tree, reducing it to ashes. Voldemort stared at Harry, eyes wide with fear. The more fear the Dark Lord showed the stronger Harry became. He was draining Voldemort's power and channeling it to himself.
" Why can't you just leave me alone, leave me alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
The words were torn from Harry's throat, and the very ground beneath them began to shake .Silver vapor surrounded Voldemort taking the shapes of his victims. Harry cried out as his parents emerged, his eyes full of longing. " Please..." He choked. His parents just smiled, tears streaming down translucent cheeks. They turned away, their voices in his head echoing the words he so longed to hear. " We Love you..." Cedric beamed at Harry, a smile of thank-you's and gratitude and Harry had to turn away as the others took form, the last of wish he could not bare. A small hand rested on his and for a moment, only a moment he was at peace. The apparitions spiraled around Voldemort, twisting, blending together, until it was a vast sea of purifying light, cleansing and incinerating what was left of his soul. His skin turned to ash and fell smouldering. Harry continued to scream himself hoarse, agony of which he had never known the likes stabbed at him, and what seemed an eternity later he finally collapsed and gratefully sank into darkness.
Harry Potter woke suddenly, drenched in a cold sweat. His breathing was labored and he forced himself to remember where he was. His gaze wandered around the room, aware of the light filtering in through the window. He shakily rose to his feet and sank into the window seat, allowing the memories to resurface. It was only a month ago that he faced off with the Dark Lord and once again became the savior of the wizarding world. Yet the price paid was high, all those people, slaughtered, because of him. Because of his carelessness and because of Voldemort. Laughter caught his attention and he looked out the window, smiling in amusement at the scene before him.
Ron was hanging upside down from the gnarled willow in the yard, a mischievous glint in the eyes of the fiery sprite beneath him. It was a clever plan, too clever in fact that Ginny couldn't have managed alone. Of course, the twins. Fred and George, Fred... Harry snuck a look at the sleeping red-head, he seemed so peaceful when he slept, a far cry from the truth. Fred grunted and rolled over a trail of drool following his movements. Chuckling, Harry turned back to the window and was hard pressed not to fall over laughing. It seemed that Ginny had given in to her brother's heart felt pleas and had let him down, Ron then picked up his sister and threw her into the nearby lake. She resurfaced sputtering with rage and humiliation. " Ron, I'm going to kill you!" Grinning Ron jumped in and the two began to race from one end of the lake to the next.
" Glad to see you're smiling, it's been a while."
Harry jumped and spun around wand at ready, only to stumble and slam into a solid wall of firm muscle, sending them both spiraling to the floor.
"Blimey Harry, you nearly poked my eye out." The taller one quipped. Harry mentally groaned / Fred./ He tried to untangle himself, but the more he squirmed, the more he got stuck and the more provocative their positions became. Fred's left leg was draped over Harry's right, his right arm tucked under Harry's torso, effectively pinning him there Harry's left arm was curled behind Fred's neck and his right arm was wedged between Fred's head and the floor.
Fred tightened his grip on Harry, drawing him closer. The raven teen couldn't bring himself to move, the warmth was...comforting. The slamming of the front door alerted them of the rest of the Weasley's presence. Harry quickly sprang up and rushed out of the room, leaving a very puzzled Fred behind.
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" Good Afternoon, Harry dear." Mrs.Weasley greeted as Harry made his way down the stairs.
" Hello Mrs.Weasley."
" Lunch is ready, meet us in the kitchen if your hungry." And with a sympathetic smile she returned to the kitchen.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. When he had first arrived at the Burrow Mrs.Weasley had taken to hounding him around the house if he refused to eat. He would find plates of food next to his bed when he woke up in the morning, or dishes heaped with his favorite treats whenever he stepped out of the shower. Finally, he gave in and began to eat with the family, and although this greatly pleased her Harry would still find her eyeing him during meals, seeing if he ate enough. Besides even though he was hungry, he didn't feel like facing Fred, so he wandered outside walking the path to his favorite place.
He soon spotted the familiar cluster of trees and ducked inside. It was a small grove, shielded from prying eyes, yet offering a spectacular view of Ottery St. Catchpole.. Harry settled down into the grass and closed his eyes against the sun, trying to will his problems away. This never worked of course, but it was always worth a try. Fred, he knew that the red-head was gay. Fred had revealed his sexual preferences to the entire Gryffindor common room after having one too many shots of fire whiskey. No one had believed him, but then Fred had reached over and kissed Lee Jordan full on the lips. The couple had carried on until they disappeared into the 7th year dorm. No one knew exactly what had gone on, but everyone had a pretty good idea, considering the next morning, they had found a pair of Lee's boxers flung halfway across the room and his shirt under Fred's pillow. Surely the red head's advances this morning meant only one thing, Fred had found a new prospect. Wait, thinking back Fred wasn't the only one...No, he refused to believe it. He was not gay. Yet he found his mind wandering on more than one occasion during the showers with the quidditch team. /Seamus, the Irish man had a toned figure and the accent was damn sexy. Ron, eeewww no I won't go there, Bill, long hair was a turn on. Percy, GROSS, too snobbish anyway probably hasn't even been laid. Draco, Sex God, an ass but he did have a nice one, and finally Fred gorgeous, yes especially the way his ass moved in those pants he always wore, not to mention the muscle that lay beneath his shirt, toned, freckled.../ Harry sat up quickly, this type of thinking was making him too excited. Now that he thought about, the only girl he was ever interested in was Cho, and that whole thing with 'Mione, but she was in love with Ron so that didn't count. Girls just didn't appeal to him...cursing at the sudden revelation, he curled his knees up and rested his head upon them... Harry Potter, the-man-who-killed-Voldemort, was gay.