Guys, I'm so sorry about the missing letters! I had to type this part on another comp! Someone stole my G, I, N, and Y keys...but I ordered more and will work non-stop on this comp to add the letters back in…it should be up tomorrow…once again, I apologize. And I would have waited, but I figured an update was better than no update, right?
Well, can't stand the het anymore, so next chapter it'll be over, so just kinda help me out and pretend like they love each other madly and have been dating since…/stares at Quidditch Toned Muscles/…never mind…but just play like that…and then…the plot will advance…oh and the italics rule still stands
I would like to thank Purple Raveness, Nemoralis, crazy-lil-nae-nae, phoenix, darkbloodwolfe, websurfer, Giara Gryffindor, Bex Drake, LGSF, Mischievous Murderer, QueenB23, Madd rl, Xea Marvolo (join the Ginny hating club, honey), Touch of the Wind, Nulla, the angel with no name, Sliver of Melody, Grinedel, I-Y-T-Y (/laughs/ well, did my ploy work?), KAtt, anon person who left no name, Barranca (hence Ron's reaction /cracks up/…incest), Angelis-sensei, AJ of the Underground (Sin's thinking about forgiving you, sorry bout your house and all, too), SuryaPrakash, Lady Highschoolnerd, Xurtan (I'm thinking about killing her…spontaneous combustion—dude! Did you see that episode of south park?), Black Phoenix of the Shadow…, and Flensa for reviewing
Mystical-Maiden: the prologue is in fact the map I am following…except slightly out of order, but I'm working to hit every point…all of that stuff is definitely going to happen though…Ginny will be gone next chapter, and I do agree there are NO strong female characters in Harry Potter that would be able to go with Harry
Lilith: /dies/ PLOTHOLE! That's how Harry could hear…no worries though, I fixed it…and the spell, as stated later this chapter, partially dissolved or something when Harry was touched, so he could hear whoever touched him…thanks for pointing that out…I sometimes forget stuff because know what's going on
Ghellie: /snickers/ Ooh! PNWED! Score one for luna/dances/ let me know when you remember those questions, I'll help you out
Sugerplumfairy: I agree it's moving a bit fast…but I can't make it realistic without making myself sick and possibly deleting this fic in the process, so just kinda play along and act like they love each other more than life itself, plzthk
Emily: Sadly, I think I have found someone who hates Ginny more than me /passes torch/…if you're still reading…but if you're not, HAH! Harry's gonna go bad next chapter, run off to Voldemort and have wild monkey sex, and Ginny might spontaneously combust when Harry catches her cheating! I so win…Also my friend and I think you need to go find a sense of humor, and if you would read Quidditch Toned Muscles you would discover I hate het...I haven't read het since I was thirteen and even then it wasn't this fandom. I am a playful person, and someone threatened to steal my keys so I decided to quip back...furthermore: Let's make this clear: I used Ginny because I hate her. Hence the becoming of Miss Slut (TM)! Happy living with a stick up your arse, babe /gives one finger salute/
Timydamonkey: Hmm…you know hermoe, I haven't really thought about what would happen after I reached all the prologue goals, I don't know if I'll go further than that…we'll just have to see…Auntie Carrie's in this chapter, and I love the idea of HP ad Voldie with electric blue goo /tries to figure out when that could be worked in/ Slutty!Ginny cracked me up—she's so gonna be in the Scooby doo crack!fic and you know, you're the only one that mentioned the Remy/Snap action /is very upset/
Chapter Twenty Four
Ginny was getting antsy, Harry could tell from the way she'd frown whenever someone came over to the section of the library where they did their homework and interrupted a kissing session and the way she would grind her teeth whenever Ron would not so subtly hint that they should not have sex until after the Weasley wedding dress had been placed in the honeymoon closet. Harry understood that the younger girl wanted something her various other boyfriends had given her, but Harry was afraid to give it to her (not sure if that's a pun, but it is a play on words).
Ginny wanted sex…but Harry wanted stability first. Or at least some assurance that what he was doing was not out of sheer desperation, or that Ginny would stay with him for a little and then toss him aside for another boy.
Which she had been known to do…
But Harry couldn't help but feel that since she'd been around for a month and a half already without "any" maybe she could go a bit longer. Besides…she had to have some self control, right?
It was currently Thursday and Hermione was very upset that the ministry revoked her ability to check books out of the library because of her new status as dangerous political radical.
So, Harry in a rare moment free from Ginny—his arm was currently throbbing from the feel of blood actually reaching his arm—was being forced to check books about goodness knew what for Hermione. Harry vaguely wondered if he would have his ability to check books out revoked too. It'd make for a wonderful excuse to get out of doing homework.
But then Ginny would be able to find a more private place and force Harry to confront his fear of having sex with her… (Which is indeed a very scary thing)
Harry was heading to get the next book on Hermione's list, when he noticed an owl, huddling against the window, as wind and snow ruffled at its feathers. As Harry watched the poor thing fight to stay warm, he decided to take pity on it and opened the window up so it could come in.
The owl hurried inside, and landed on Harry's shoulder. It was only then that Harry it was carrying a letter.
Harry shook the cobwebs out of his head as he woke up, the last thing he could remember was Voldemort placing a wand tip at his forehead and then nothing.
He groaned and was startled when he couldn't hear it. Clearly he was still deaf and, Harry opened his eyes, blind. He scrunched up his eyes and rubbed furiously at them as he stretched.
Then it was time to explore his environment.
He carefully patted along the soft surface…it wasn't quite a bed because the mattress seemed too soft, and it was just a mattress—no headboard or anything. There was also a hard, flat cotton pillow and some coarse, thick, but warm blankets.
Then sound suddenly rushed at him…Harry thrust his hands over his ears to cover the rushing sound of air, and the quiet, angry flow of someone's heart and blood.
"I suppose you can indeed hear now," A voice Harry recognized from his last moments at Hogwarts.
"Voldemort."
"So I am," he replied sounding vaguely amused…Harry wasn't sure if it was because of his pain or not, "I've been researching whatever spell could've been used to remove your ability to hear, and discovered it was just a heavily applied sound dampening spell that was slightly deactivated by touch. You would've adjusted in a few more days. However, the spell on your eyes is permanent and will only go away once you either become nocturnal or a full vampire."
Harry's ears felt like they were about to start bleeding from the sounds he heard around him.
"I must say Potter that I had no idea you were a baby vampire."
"I live," Harry forced out, feeling pain from the sound his own voice made, "to shock people."
"I wonder what you would be led to do in order to get that sound dampening spell put back on."
Harry wasn't sure he could trust himself to answer that, and he just pressed his hands tighter against his skull, trying to block out the painful sounds.
Harry carried the letter that the owl had given him around in his pocket for a week before even looking at to see if it was addressed to him.
Beyond that, Auntie Carrie had become ruthless in magic class. She was just as bad as Snape, except she was a bit more even-tempered.
"You should have been able to do that spell wandless in-vitro, Persus," Auntie Carrie declared, as she imperiously stormed through the classroom.
Harry groaned in response and tossed his wand down on the table, knowing that meant if she saw his wand in hand again, she would confiscate it. He pulled at his hair and continued trying to make his desk matterless, but still visible and able to hold his things. It was proving impossible.
"Celos!" She snapped to Draco, who was staring despondently at his desk, "as much as I hate to admit it, you are not here for my amusement, and," she raised her voice, "if I don't see a desk become immaterial in the next thirty minutes, I'll knock all of you into last week and let you figure out how to bring yourself back!"
Groans sounded.
"Just out of curiosity," Sessisalian called, "if I were to sleep with you could I make an A on this?"
"Hypothetically?" Auntie Carrie asked lightly, "It would all depend on your performance—which I might add is going to determine whether or not you remain in this time, class!"
"Suppose,"Sessisalian proposed, "I preformed very well."
"Then your grade would aptly reflect your efforts," Auntie Carrie replied, "however, I would see it fit, as your teacher, to supply you with suggestions to improve your performance."
"Really?" Sessisalian asked, his eyebrow raised,"How would you do this?"
"I'm trying to concentrate over here!" Harry yelled, "And your dirty talk isn't making me think faster."
There were a few snickers.
"Red ink," Auntie Carrie replied, "applied directly to your," she eyed Sessisalian, "report."
"Oh god!" Harry groaned, "What's that spell that—holy crap! What is that spell!"
Harry jumped up and ran over to Auntie Carrie's bookcases, while Auntie Carrie gave him an approving nod.
"Impractical Magics for Practical Users," Auntie Carrie supplied to Harry, while the rest of the class waited for whatever it was Harry had figured out. "It certainly took you long enough Persus."
Harry located the book and began flipping through it, looking for the spell that allowed one to pass through walls. If he could mix it with…
"Where's that book on polarizing magics?" Harry asked Auntie Carrie who was now all out beaming at her favorite student.
"Magical Theory Gone to Magnets," Auntie Carrie replied.
Clearly Harry was on the right track. By using the spell to go through walls, and tweaking it to make the object immaterial rather than the person, he could make the desk immaterial, and then to make his things set on it, he would create a repulsion between the magic of each object and thus the objects would float on the desk's magic, rather than sit on the desk. Then he would be done and be able to go eat…since Auntie Carrie decided to trap them in her room until they figured it out.
"Very good, Persus, it sounds like you've got it all figured out."
Harry instantly got a full-body flush and he asked, "Did I…just…say that out loud."
"Yes," Auntie Carrie replied, "class dismissed, we will learn practical application of this idea in our next class. Persus, I would appreciate it if you would remain."
Harry felt his heart sinking, and wondered vaguely why the rest of him wasn't crumpled on the floor dead. He was soooo hungry, and the rest of the class was rushing out, going down to the kitchen to catch lunch before having to explain to their teachers why they'd been missing all day…
"Persus," Auntie Carrie called, "I'm sure you've noticed you're doing much better than many of your classmates."
"Only because you shamelessly favor me," Harry retorted, crankily.
"While that is true," Auntie Carrie replied, "I only shamelessly favor you because your potential in this class is much higher. My class happens to be geared towards individuals that are involved in what is known as the Game. I'm sure your sire's informed you of it. Nonetheless, because of your natural power and skill and therefore involvement in the game I ask that you consent to taking extra lessons with me."
"No." Harry replied firmly.
Auntie Carrie didn't seem accept this, but appeared ready to bear down and wait it out.
"We shall see," Auntie Carrie replied, with a slight smile.
They were in the common room. Harry sat on the couch studying the letter he'd gotten from the owl, which still waited in the owlery for a reply. He still hadn't opened it; he just stared at the plain handwriting that spelled out his name in black ink.
Ginny was spooned against him, reading a book for class, the fingers of one hand dancing across his thigh trying to excite Harry into some sort of reaction to her presence.
Finally about thirty minutes after nine o'clock, when the common room was nearly empty, she closed her book and looked up at Harry, her eyes bleary with tears, and she asked softly, with a sniffle, "Harry, is there something I'm not doing right? We've been dating for nearly two months and you haven't tried anything. Is there something wrong with me?"
"No, Ginny," Harry quickly replied, trying to banish the mere thought. "It's just; I'm not sure whether or not I can trust myself to do something like that…"
"This is about what happened when you were kidnapped isn't it?" She asked softly.
Harry had been nervous to tell her exactly what happened, because he just wasn't sure how it would go over…Harry had…enjoyed it for the most part…and well, he wasn't even trying with Ginny, and a couple of times he'd even provoked Voldemort into doing it just so Harry could gnaw his skin raw and suck a few drops of blood out of his body. But Harry had been starved, and therefore wasn't fully responsible for his actions…right?
"Yeah," Harry decided to reply, "I'm kind of scared to do that…with anyone, not just you, Ginny. You're…well…wonderful about things really, I'm just scared to trust people…"
"Harry," Ginny replied, brushing her red hair out of her face and smiling comfortingly up at Harry, "you can always trust me."
She leaned up to kiss him.
"It says here that baby vampires can only feed off their sire," Voldemort read, taunting Harry. Something he'd taken to doing, now that he had him under his power and chained, magically, to the small stuffed mattress. "So I imagine you're hungry. But I'm afraid there's just no way I can feed you."
Now, that he mentioned it, Harry was hungry…in fact he was starving—if he didn't eat now he was sure he would die…
Harry jerked awake when blood hit his tongue. He grabbed the wrist that was placed at his mouth and sucked deeply, sticking his teeth into the skin around the cut. He slowly sat up and opened his eyes (I guess I've been doing too much French work, I started to spell eyes yeux) and then remembered that doing so was pretty much pointless.
Sin playfully swiped some Harry out of Harry's face and said, "Hey, you."
Harry tried to respond, and Sin laughed saying, "Don't talk with your mouth full."
Harry began to feel his hunger subside, and detached his mouth from Sin's wrist after sucking once more.
"Hi," Harry greeted Sin.
"How have you been, Harry?" Sin asked him, as he pulled Harry into a hug.
"Okay," Harry replied, "but…"
"Yes?" Sin asked, catching the unsure tone in Harry's voice.
"I think I've done something stupid," Harry replied, looking uncomfortably down at his lap.
"Like what?" Sin asked.
"Remember Ginny?" Harry asked, and he knew Sin would, Sin really didn't like Ginny or the fact they were "dating".
"What happened?" Sin asked, stiffening.
"I…I gave in…"
Oh, god, I wanted to make the het realistic, but don't think can stand anymore so next chapter the het will be gone—for good!