Wicked Scar

By: Takara R. M.

Summary: In the mist of war, truth is found… a better, fuller summary coming soon! HPDM – who else would it be?

Author's Note: I have no idea where this one is going…. I'm kind of doing the plotting as I go (which I have never really done), but I really like how this is turning out! The prologue is a little…. Eh. VERY short, but the first chapter is wild! . You should read it!

Disclaimer: No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Need I say more?

Genres: um, definitely Romance & Action, maybe a little Humor tossed in for fun…. :shrugs: really don't know where it's going to go…..

Rating: T just for now…. It might become another one of those censored ones….. maybe not.

WARNINGS: OOC-ness (really don't know about this one… but it might be there…), Dangerous Muse (most definitely!), Slowly click away... to the next chapter! .

Chapter One: untitled as of yet… coming soon!

The war was under way. Harry was set up to be the wizarding world's best hope. That was their first mistake.

Dearest Ferret,

I do believe we have come far in our time. The rain should be over soon and I cannot wait to see the sun again.

Time apart aches me so. Your face is my light; your voice, my song. I long to be at your side, dancing the nights away among the stars. This torment must come to an end. I cannot bare it much longer.

Scar

Draco paced the length of his room. Brilliant! Dumbledore had thought it would be best if Draco became a spy for the light, completely ignoring the fact the Draco wanted absolutely nothing to do with the demented Lord Voldemort.

A very faint 'ding' in his ear alerted him to the arrival of a message. As he read the short note, Draco found it hard not to smile. The note was a bit of relief considering the gore which surrounded his holdings. The letter was from a lover.

Draco gave a small snort. Love. Love in the mist of war. How cliché.

Wicked Scar,

The thunder is beginning to move out, but the clouds remain to block out the sun. The sun seems to have become a dream. I dream I wish to be in.

Funny how I remember the forest. Glowing and gleaming with mystery. A mystery I sought to conquer, only to become a part of it.

Deadly Rodent

Poor Dumbledore. NOT!

Harry inwardly chuckled at the flow his thoughts were going. He was having too much fun. In the mist of war, Harry bid his time evading the meddling man.

Serves him right. Always meddling in other peoples affairs and all. And that twinkling eye of his!

Harry let a smile ghost his lips. Dumbledore had no idea what was going on, who was giving secret orders, and doing an overall better job than him. Harry held no sympathy for the old man. Said old man seemed bent on making the wizarding world believe that Harry was a bit…. What's the best way to put it … lost? Crazy?

Harry smiled. If they only knew the truth.

Furry Death,

I expect lightning soon. The storm has grown worse and the thunder can be heard miles away. Darkness looms over everything here. The people are beginning to detest the thought of lightning and are motioning to move elsewhere, seek some other place for shelter.

You remember the forest? I remember the forbidden pool. Deep in the forest, secluded from all mortals, a calming pool of liquid, deep and penetrating. One sip of its murky water and I was in heaven. How I wish we could return to that sunny place.

Burning Scar

Harry look out in the distance. Voldemort's troops were waiting just beyond the horizon. A shudder ran through his body. He knew how this war was going to end. It was going to be his to decide.

A lone figure soared through the sky. Harry watched out of curiosity as an owl glided toward him. In times of war, owls where not used to ensure their safety and they were easy to intercept. Who would send him something by owl now?

He could only come up with one name: Albus Dumbledore. He was not disappointed.

Mr. Potter,

It is with deepest sorrow that I must inform you of the death of your two closest friends. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger fought valiantly and helped the Order come closer to its goal. I am also saddened that I must persist that you go into safe keeping. It is much too dangerous at this time. There will be an escort to guide you to a hidden estate. Please stay there.

Professor Dumbledore

Harry tore the letter into pieces. What was Albus thinking? Sending such a note by owl! He made quick work to gather his things together, pausing only to read a scrap of parchment on his desk.

Wicked Flaw,

The thunder has become much louder here. No one seeks shelter, it seems that everyone has faith that lightning will not strike. I must hold my laughter at their foolishness. When there is thunder, lightning is sure to come. Darkness is fading, weakening. I know not how long the storm will keep up.

The pool is enticing. In my sleep (when it comes), I seek out the forest. Once in the forest, I wander, roaming through the trees. The ever changing greens captivate my senses. Truly, nothing else could ever be so enchanting.

Blackened Fur

Draco paced back and forth in his privet quarters. He's on the move. I can feel it. What did that meddling idiot do?

Draco's head popped up with wide eyes and a smile. With the flick of his wrist, a small parchment appeared in his grasp.

Blessed Nymph,

The lightning is moving out. The thunder provides the perfect cover for it. Brace yourself, for I fear it heads in your direction. Time grows short. I must flee this place. The rain has returned at full force and I cannot breathe. I seek the shelter of night.

I letter has come. It appears that those I had once called friends will no longer grace me with their presence. I am sure you know of it already. I have no pity or guilt in regards to them.

The note also influenced me into other ways of thinking. The person is obviously not wise, considering the mode of delivery, nor is the person humbled by their faults. If you could read the letter, I am sure you would not be baffled by my conclusion. I assure you, after many hours, it is conceivable

Blazing Flaw

Draco wrote a response quickly before rushing out the door. A few paces into the stale air and he felt his master calling him. Damned luck.

With one fleeting glance to the sky, Draco made a dignified dash to answer his summons.

Heavenly Touched,

I will watch out for the lightning. I do not fear its brilliance, but I will not underestimate it. I shall watch the thunder in secret to be sure of its arrival.

In the dead of night, look to the sky. There is the home of the stars and the heavens. You have been touched by divinity. I doubt that Fate would abandon you now. She seems to have taken a liking to you.

I have heard the news and I shed no tears. A choice was made. It is that simple.

I have no time to comment on the workings of the mind of the composer to your letter. Nor do I have the time to even contemplate about it. I have reason to believe that I may become quite busy soon.

How I yearn for your touch! Pray that we might one day embrace in dance again; that we may sing our song to the unsuspecting world.

Hell's Captive

Harry felt a tear glide down his cheek. How he wished this war could have never been! Why must we be tormented so?

Harry made his way swiftly through the camp of the light. Weaving his way in the shadows, Harry made it to a certain tent without any problems. Inside, awaiting Harry's arrival, was the head of the another order, Those Who Believe that Albus is a Bloody Meddling Git, or the order of Harry Potter. As much as Harry despised the name the group had chosen, he was pleased with their results.

Once inside, Harry found a young women sitting at an enchanted desk with papers everywhere. Harry would have laughed if he could have remembered how.

Ginny glanced up at Harry's polite cough and nodded once.

"Such gloomy weather we are having."

"But the lightning provides light for us to see truth."

Harry gave a small snort. Trust Ginny to give such a response.

"Time is upon us. Send the butterflies to safety and the wolves to fight. Lightning acts alone, but it will be the signal to fight."

Ginny's eyes widened slightly. "You mean this, don't you?"

"Would I have said so if I did not?"

Ginny shook her head. "Your life is precious to us. Without you, what would we do?"

Harry knew Ginny meant herself and she knew that Harry had no such interest in her, but she swore that she would always follow him, no matter what.

"I will be no lord. After this, I will seek the shelter of ice."

Ginny sighed. Harry always seemed to be speaking in metaphors now, and she could only make out so many. "Ice?"

"Ice. Fire would burn me, but ice brings me peace."

"I understand." If only a little.

Harry turned his head sharply toward the tent's entrance. "Time to move."

Ginny went back to her papers as Harry blended into the shadows. Albus Dumbledore came striding in with an air of purpose. Ginny never looked up from her desk.

"Ms. Weasley."

Ginny sighed silently. What does the bloody man want now? "Yes." Her eyes remained on the papers in front of her.

"Dumbledore had become a bit of an impatient man during the war. A grave mistake if you wished to live, or win. "Your attention, please."

"You have it," she replied, still not looking at him.

"All of your attention."

With an unhappy growl, Ginny raised her eyes to his, annoyance prominent within them. "What?" she snapped.

"Harry has gone missing. I sent him an owl to inform him of an escort coming to take him to safety, but he has gone missing."

"And you are telling me this, why?"

"You have an intimate relationship with Mr. Potter and I am sure you could tell me where he is."

"He's here."

"I am serious, Ms. Weasley."

"As am I, Albus." Ginny smirked inwardly. Her former professor hated being called by his first name by those he considers as children, no matter how old they are or what they have gone through. "Now, if you would please leave, I have work to do." Ginny went back to her work without waiting for a reply.

Unfortunately for Ginny, the old man was not done.

"Have you found anything about the secret organization interrupting the war?"

Ginny snorted. She could just imagine what Harry was thinking. "Interrupting? You mean actually fighting the war? Interrupting! The nerve!" "No I haven't. And I won't be able to if your always in here bugging me."

"Watch that tongue of yours, Ms. Weasley."

"Anything else?"

"No."

Ginny raised one eyebrow before returning once again to her work. "Then why are you still here? Don't you have a war to plan an end to?"

Dumbledore turned and left the tent in a huff much like to a fit. Ginny sighed loudly. "You going now?" she asked while going over another stack of papers.

"I am."

A figure came out of the shadows and made its way to the exit.

"Take care, Wild Fire."

Ginny glanced up to grace Harry with one of her deceiving smirks. "I'll be just fine."

Sounds of a quill scratching paper filled the night as a lone figure shifted through the shadows and into the darkness.

TBC

I hoped you like it so far… I have no idea where the idea for this came from… I was just sitting in the middle of my class and suddenly I started writing it…. Well, the letters. A hint for everyone: pay close attention to the letters… they are critical to the story!

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