Name: Promises.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco gets a letter from Lucius telling him to meet him in the Potions room. He want to talk to his son, but his meaning of 'talk' is different then the real meaning.
Genre: Angst
Secondary Genre: Drama.
Soundtrack to Chapter:
Kid(1/1/2005): Hello to all of you, and happy new year. It's been very uneventful for me, so I'm not going to bore you with the details right now. But I will tell you what I got for Christmas, at least the biggest things. I got a new CD player (wai!) and Gwen Stefani's new cd, LP/JZ Collision Course, Keane, Jet, Utada, an M25 player, internet and the forth and fifth Harry Potter books. I also got $100. I have $70 of it left after I bought other presents.
Updates: Nada. Sorry, I've been lazy here lately.
Chapter Four: Life, Vigor, Allegiance, and Igunue.
His mental state was worrisome now, even to him. He really hadn't bothered to ask, but he noticed it, and it wasn't uncommon for it to happen either. He, being here for over seven years, had seen it happen more than once, and it wasn't pretty, but no one noticed it until it was too late. He didn't want it to happen again. It'd happened a few too many times. But he also guessed that Harry was the only one in Hogwarts to have their love taken away by the one person he was supposed to kill and their father. Snape sighs, thinking about this. He didn't know what to do anymore, watching Harry transform into more than most Slytherins could even hope to be. In all actuallity, Severus didn't like it. Harry wasn't Slytherin, he was Gryffindor. No Gryffindor turned-
"Professor?" Harry's voice interupts Severus' train of thought. The boy shuffles closer when the other doesn't respond. "Professor, am I interupting?" Severus shakes his head. He hears a sigh of release before he turns his head around, slightly looking at the Boy Who Lived. He gives a small "hmm?" and Harry blushes, clearing his throat. He couldn't be embarrased of something that small. Or maybe he was worried about wasting Severus's time.
"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Potter?" He asks, turning his head back around. Harry looks around, as if looking for something to examine to keep from having to talk to him. After a while, Severus grows impatient. "Mr. Potter, if you don't have anything of importance, than, for Merlin's sake, sit the bloody hell down." Harry lifts his legs from under him and falls to the floor in an indian style sit. Severus rolls his eyes. "I meant in a chair." A red tint comes to the boy's cheeks as he mutters a small "oh, yeah." and gets up, sitting in the chair beside Snape. For moments, he twiddles his thumbs, looking anywhere but at Severus. Finally, he reaches into his robe and pulls out a peice of parchment paper. "Actually, there is something you could help me with." Severus, once again having his train of thought interrupted, glances at Harry. "We have a potions paper and a Defense project due in two days. Could you help?" Severus snaps his head at Harry. That was what took him so long to ask? For help on two papers, one of them his own class the other he despretly wanted to teach? Hopeless. Severus sighs, taking the parchment out of his hand.
"Have you started on it at all?" He opens the object and finds half of it done, much to his surprise. "Well, lets proof read and I'll let you rewrite it and then we'll start. But first, what's the project?" Harry grins, in an almost sheepishly way that makes Snape want to back away, lest he be jumped for a hug.
"Well..." Harry chuckles, looking around. "To willingly work with someone that we don't like." Snape begins to nod, but stops, letting this run through his thoughts. What? He thinks. What was that professor thinking giving-
"Why would you get a project like that Potter?" He asks warily eyeing the raven head beside him. It really didn't make any sense, making them form a friendship with an enemy (and in all honesty, Potter should be excused from this, seeing as he has made friends with Zabani and Parkinson, and is the boyfriend of Draco).
"Because we might have to work with someone we don't like and we need to get used to it." Harry gets up, walking over to the shelf of Ingredients that Snape had for his classes. He nitpicks at a few of them, looking them over, scrutinizing every part of close to every jar on the shelf. "It couldn't be that back, seeing as we've already worked together, not including the times you've yelled at me for screwing something. So how hard could it be, Professor Snape?" Harry grins, looking over his shoulder at said person, almost laughing at their expression. Immediantly, Severus changes his expression to that of disgust, making Harry pout. "Awww, it couldn't be that back, could it. You easily worked with me before, so what's the difference except that this is for school."
Snape thinks for only a second before turning around and whispering "Life and Igenue aren't friends." Catching only a bit of the end, Harry's face contorts in an effort to understand, but fails miserably. "I doubt you could do this project with a Professor, and besides, I'd probably have to leave class so that you could prove it. I'd rather walk across a pit of fire first." He finishes, his voice almost icy. Across the room, Harry lowers his head, treading back over to the Professor, taking the parchment and going back to the door, getting ready to leave. Snape turns around in his chair, watching the boy with almost confusion. "Where do you think you are going?" He asks, rolling his eyes.
"You said you'd rather walk across a pit of fire, so." Harry shrugs "I thought that I shouldn't bother you any more than I already have." He hears Snape sigh.
"I'd rather walk across a pit of fire than leave my classes alone." He corrects the young boy. Well, it was half true. While he worked with Potter easily, that didn't mean he wanted to. Plus there was, as he mentioned before, the fact that he was a professor. He barely notices Harry sigh and continue out the door, saying something about life and igenue not being able to live without.. something or other. Snape looks after the boy, wondering why he didn't get his essay, but he figured he could give it back later.
Night held no comfort for him anymore. It only held the nightmares of what Harry used to be. Smiling and cheerful, always laughing or comforting when needed. But now, his body wasn't even a shell of what he was. He didn't even really hold any cheerful memories of Harry Potter anymore. It was just memories of running, hiding, crying, and whispering. Seeing the look of worry hidden deep in his emerald eyes when a new rumor came up.
And the worry wasn't one-sided. Draco didn't care about the school knowing about him and Harry, he only worried about Voldemort and Lucius. No, what worried the Slytherin boy was Harry... Inheiritance, maybe? No, there was a better word for what Harry had, but it wasn't coming to his tongue right now.
Harry was Life. Not just the cheerfull, energetic, annoyingly happy life. He was all of Life. Every word you can possibly think of when you think of Life. Wonderful, great, beautiful, hateful, angry, vengeful. All of it. But he did nothing but supply it. He couldn't choose anything other than who. And sometimes not even that. Sometimes it was a brother's choice, or maybe an aunt's choice. Life never knew what it would contain until it was filled with it.
This was a weird thought process to anyone outside of the Blood Line. The Blood Line a family made up of demi-gods. Powers, as their name suggests, but they, unlike God's aren't immortal. And that is how the powers get passed on. The actual family never changes; End and Beginning are still their two that started it all, but the people change.
His father had been part of it for a while. He'd been the God of Death, or Shinigami seemed to be popular. Draco himself was now Shadow. Something that could be forced on both light and dark. And actually, he prefered Umbra to Shadow. Shadow was too... Vampyrish.
Besides, Ron Weasly was already the Vampire-In-Hiding. He hadn't woken up to his 'inheiritance' either. But it was just a matter of time...
Hermione Walking Dictionary/Thesarus. She was one of the, if not -the- smartest witch in all of Hogwarts, so when someone needed help with something (unless of course they were in Ravenclaw or Slytherin) they went to Hermione, who was always eager to help, depending on the problem. When one of her closer friends has a problem, she is ready. She has the right thing to do, the right thing to say, and even a fairly good sense of style for the wizards of Hogwarts. And Harry knew that Hermione The-All-Knowing-Walking-Book-Of- Problem-Solving would know the meaning of the word Igunue.
"Igunue, Harry?" Hermione asks, not quiet sure she'd heard right. Said boy nods. "It means to act basically. It can be used to mean actor, or something of that nature. Why do you ask?"
Harry shrugs, going out of the library, amazed when Hermione helped him even though he'd called her a mudblood. He smiles then leaves, leaving the girl in a stupor.
Igunue? Was Snape Igunue? Actor... It made sense for Snape. But what did he mean by Life and Igunue? What did any of it mean?
Being to deep into his thinking, he doesn't realize when he physically bumps into Blaise. Blaise catches the Seeker, noticing how confused Harry looked, looking up at the other boy. He sets him back up then waits for him to gather his senses and smile. Blaise smirks at the boy but still watches him carefully. His confusion hadn't completely left all together yet.
"Is there something wrong, Potter?" He says, his voice not portraying his worry. "Something I may be able to do?" Harry looks up at the Slytherin, then grins, making Blaise mentally back away from him. He really had to get used to the random grins the boy gave out, for what seemed like, no reason at all.
"Yes, actually, there is." Harry says. "I was speaking with Snape earilier, and he suddenly says 'Life and Igenue aren't friends'. What did he mean?" Blaise looks at Harry in disbelief. Snape still hadn't told him? He should have already. Looks like it was up to him to fill the boy in on his family.
"Life, Harry," Blaise says, walking on to the library: his original destination. "Is you. How do you think you survived Voldemort? You can't die, for now. Eventually, you wi-" Harry steps in front of the talking boy, putting his hands up, signiling "woah!"
"Wait a minute! Life? Me? What the bloody hell?" He says, a little louder than expected. "What are you talking about?"
"It's a blood line. Of demi-gods. We have powers, but we aren't immortal, therefore the powers move from person to person. You, you've always been life. And for some reason, when we became human momentarily, you were still chosen to be Life." Blaise explains evenly, like it was common. "We were all given diffrent names. You, Life. Voldemort, Death, and Kyo is even here.." He thinks about his last statement. "Well, not -here- in Hogwarts, but alive. But Kyo is Assassin." Harry once again stops him.
"You keep saying 'we'. Does that mean you are in on it too?" Harry querks an eyebrow, his eyes getting darker from thinking.
"Yes. I'm in the Blood Line too. I'm Vigor. It's like Alligance, but Alligance is to one person. Vigor is to whoever the more current 'master' is." He watches as Harry processes this information and suddenly bursts out laughing. "This isn't a laughing matter, Harry." Blaise says seriously. Harry calms down his laughing.
"You, you're serious? I'm a demi-god? You're a demi-god?"
"Pansy is too. She's Alligance."
Harry sits back in his chair, trying to understand all of this, but it wasn't working exactly. He was Life? And that was how he survived the attack that his mother nor father could? There had to be some kind of a trick involved. There was no such thing as gods, much less demi-gods. And the fact that Voldemort was Death, wouldn't that have meant that Harry would have died, even if he was Life? No, no, Voldemort wasn't a demi-god, and neither was he. Blaise wasn't one, and Pansy wasn't. It was impossible. Simply impossible!
"Harry it's possible. Trust me. I didn't believe it either, but you just have to accept it. If you want more proof, ask Pansy! Ask Snape. The only reason you haven't been able to see any tangable or untangable evidence is because you haven't..." Blaise stops trying to think of the right word. "Uh.. Your blood hasn't exactly activated yet. It takes a little while for some." Harry just shakes his head, his eyes a dark obsidian green now. "I'll leave you to your thoughts. See you later then?" Harry dumbly nods, not really noticing what he said nor the fact that Blaise left.
Ron Weasly looks around, sure he heard someone (or maybe it was some-thing-) following him. He laughs at himself before turning back around and heading toward the Gryffindor Common Room.
There! He heard it again! He wasn't just hearing things, he wasn't just going bloody mad. But no matter how much he believed his ears, for some reason, he wanted to believe his eyes much more, which was showing him that nothing was there. Just suits of armor, moonlight, and shadows. He gulps, not wanting to face whatever it was back there, and he turns and runs.
"Think you could out run me, did you?" Came a voice inside his head just before a burning made him stop and fall to his knees, clutching his chest.
"What is hap-" the red head starts, but the burning worsened, making him cut his words off short. A laugh echoes though his mind, making goosebumps rise on his skin.
"I told you. You can't out run from your blood. Especially this Blood." Comes the voice again. It was female, but he couldn't place it, even if he wasn't wanting to rip out his own chest in an effort to stop the pain. "Don't worry." She says. "It'll stop soon enough." It wasn't exactly her words that worried him. It was more along the line of the possiblities that the line helt.
Kid: (4/28/05) I know, I know. It's been forever since I actually updated, huh? Sorry. I hit one of the biggest writer's block I've ever had, even when I did really write! I haven't wrote on much fanfiction lately. Just original. Well, anyway, I hope you like this, because it may be a while before yo get another chapter, you know. Sorry in advanced!
Fuyu: You really need to start writing more, Ki.
Kid: Don't mind him, he's become the little 'Shoulder Angel' to me. Or at least, he's trying. TRYING!
tbc.