Chapter 12: Not my life.
Harry reappeared in a drowning black flash in the middle of the manor, all current residence standing in a semi-circle waiting for him. Including a one tied up Hermione Granger to boot. Harry casting an eye over the group with a smile on his face, the smile he always wore. The smile of a torn soul. He in front of him was a family that he wanted and yet he still wasn't complete. A problem that he soon hoped to correct.
"I will speak to all of you tomorrow." Harry said letting his arm that was held tightly around Parvati slip to his sides, failing to notice the fact that his second female that was fighting for his emotions throwing very dirty glares at her. Harry silk voice clouding over the people. "But I would need to speak to Draco alone, we have much to discuss. Where can I find a private libaray?" Harry drawled, his aunt Rose stepping forward to adress him.
"There is one three corridors up, and four doors down." She answered quickly, Harry in turn nodding to her then to Draco before he vanished to the location of said. Harry finding himself reappearing in a small libaray with only one desk in it. With no more then twenty bookcases lining the room, lit aglow from the moonlight that poured through the endless snow fall. Harry smiling to himself and resting at the desk, the wide narrow window in front of him pooling the moonlight on the desk. A secret power filling the room that could only be awakened by a night such as this. Harry looking over his shoulder to a resounding crack and the arrival of his cousin, who in turn flicked his wand and creating a high leather backed chair done in tradition slytherin style. Harry smiling to his cousin and turning his own almost identical chair around to face him.
"I could have everything in this world." Harry said softly and slowly, and for the first time in twenty three years his own time he let his emotions show. A single tear spilling from his eyes that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Draco looking startled for a moment quickly recovered when he saw the pain that held his in his cousin's eyes. A man he had once held such spite for now revealed his emotions to him so openly and freely. To say he was touched would have been an understandment. Then and there in the soft moonlight room Draco secretly vowed to help this man in anything he ever did.
"Then why do you cry so?" Draco said softly, his soft blonde hair falling into his eyes as he looked at his cousin. Who in turned stood and looked out the window, though his actions seemed slow and rattled to him.
"Because what I want most in life isn't here anymore." He said in a haunted voice that clearly got the message across to Draco. And Draco sat in silent pain as another tear fell from his cousin and hit the desk. "I want her back Draco." he said in a shattered voice that was riddled with small sobs. "I would give everything away to get her back." Harry said turning his attention back to his cousin, his voice soft and hopeful. "I could give you the world in a silver platter and serve it myself if I could get a chance to hold her once. To know what my mother feels like Draco, I would give you the world." Harry said softly before letting his emotions over come him, sending him to floor and into his sobs. And before Draco could react he was already on the floor holding him tight to his chest, rubbing one hand over his cousin's hair. Harry letting his emotions go and cried deeply into his cousin's chest, with Draco letting this happen closing his eyes.
Draco slowly stood, picking his cousin up in his arms. The man was still quite light even through all of his many travels and training. Draco deciding to walk instead of apparate in frear of waking his cousin, Draco soundlessly drifting through the corridors. He had gotten the sleeping quaters adress from his mother before joining Harry, and without him knowing Harry's he could only place him in his own bed. Soft footsteps approaching from his left sent his guard up, only to have Harry's other cousin step out of the shadows.
"Follow me." He whispered softly looking at his cousin's sleeping form, slowly gliding back towards the masterbed room. Draco falling in step with the other man who didn't say anything else since then before both of them stopped in front of large oak doors. Dudley in turn pushing the doors open to reveal a large and plain room with only a single bed pushed agianst the wall. Draco looking in shock at first opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by a holding up a hand. Dudley pointing to the bed, and Draco complying with putting the young king into the plain bed with only a black cover to warm him during the night. And the soft eyes he held for his cousin quickly turned stone as he followed the second out of the room. Throwing the large form against the wall, his gray eyes seething.
"What kind of bloody shit is that." Draco raged quitely, gesturing to the master bed room. "There isn't anything that room besides a bloody mattress. I've seen house elves with more things then that." He ranted at the older male.
"Its how he wants it." Dudley responed quitely looking at the closed doors with a pained expression. "He could have all of lifes many great things, and he simple refuses them." Dudley answered with a strained voice.
"And why is that?" Draco said in still raged voice, still not fully beliving anyone would want to live like that when they had the option not to.
"Because he says it isn't his life to live." Dudley responded in a soft voice which instantly calmed Draco down. The said boy knowing instantly just what he was mentioning.
"His mother." Draco said softly and the boy nodded.
"He once told me that he didn't fight because he wanted to hurt people." Dudley said quitely. "That he didn't want to fight a battle that should never be a childs war to fight. He wasn't born to be a weapon, or a ruler, or anything else. He was born because he was meant to live, and at the price of his mother and father." Dudley said in a soft voice and looking down. "He hates what he is, more then he hates what he will become. He would rather die then continue to live this life. But he will continue living it because he knows he is the only one that can bring balance. The only one that bring about a life were childern can be be childern without the fears that we face now. He knows that there will be always a 'voldemort' and a 'Dumbledore' in the world that believes in only in one way of life if the war keeps going this way." Dudley paused here to look into the silver eyes. "If he would have beaten Voldemort, you would have beaten Dumbledore, and then both of you would have taken the respected open slots. He as always known this and respected. From the day you two met, he told me, that he could feel what you two would become. But now that he as the choice to stop the both of them he will do it. But never once as he told me that he would rather send someone else to fight for him, he will fight on his own. And thats why I chose to follow him. Not because he asked me too, but because he didn't. Does that make since to you?" Dudley asked in a silent voice.
"Yes, it does actually. He promised me the world just before he fell asleep. But I knew he could never hold to that promise, he doesn't want the world to be held by one person. And in the end, he would send his mother back to the grave, destroy me, and then join us in the after life." Draco said softly leaning against the wall. "We weren't meant to live like this. But until this war is over we must endure it."
"Which is how he feels. And thats his greatest strength." Dudley said pressing his hand to the door. "He could summon an army to him that could destroy worlds. Though not through fear and anger, or tricks and decieving. But through his heart. He will lead them into battle to free them." Dudley said softly in an awed voice but his eyes quickly turn serious. "I know of a way to get him what he wants. But the ritual is hard, because it needs balance to preform." Dudley said to Draco who took the suggest in stride.
"What do we need, I'm sure it can't be that hard with all the connections in our power." He said in a swift voice. But Dudley only shook his head.
"It will be. Because we need all three sides to complete it and a creature to represent the acceptance. I can get the needed people, but the creatures can only be called by my lord." He said gesturing. And Draco understood what Dudley meant, though Dudley himself was incorrect.
"You believe he can't call on a pure creature." Draco said soft and to which Dudley nodded. "But you are inncorrect. I do believe he as the power to do it, after all he is the purest form I know of." And when Dudley only furrowed his brow Draco explained. "He can call it because the intention of pure creatures are to bring joy and life into the world. Harry wishes to do this. But in the same instance he can call about dark creatures because he will kill all that stand in his path to free his people, which is the aim of dark creatures. To kill all of those that of which oppose them. And because Harry as the perfect balance between them he can call about the neutral creatures. Thier aim in life to make sure that neither creature will over run the other." Draco said with a smirk. "Harry is death, life, and balance wrapped in one." Draco said fondly before turning back to Dudley. "All we need to do is have him summon them. And I know just the way."
Hey there,
This is a personal challenge of mine. I wanted to create a Harry that would suit everyone. Where as there will be plenty of killing in his fic, there will also be light times well. Trying something new, because as far as I know of there hasn't been one like this. A perfect killer Harry, and to those that he protects, the prefect saint. Muhahahaha.
Leon