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A/N: whoa man, I dunno if I was possessed to write this chapter or not but I'm in LOVE with the ending! EEEE!! (jumps around giggling like a maniac) dunno about the rest though X.X
Chapter Ten: Not Them
They were an awful family.
He was their personal secret servant. Always ordering him around once he was able to walk and talk.
"Harry cook us breakfast!"
"Boy clean up this mess."
"Get this done or you'll be in your cupboard for the rest of the day!"
His cupboard. His tiny room for ten years. It was always full of spiders and cobwebs, it was so tiny and dangerous for his health but he got used to it, he survived it.
But it didn't end from there.
He may have gotten himself a better room but the orders still continued. It was the letters that saved him.
Now he was here in a new world where people adored him praised him because he was their hero, their saint.
Few people thought the opposite. One person in particular, his rival, believed it with a passion.
"Famous Harry Potter can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
For some reason this person, this snobby and probably jealous person, made him feel like he was a normal person. That he didn't need to be everyone's hero.
"Scarhead."
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Brian jolted awake suddenly when he felt himself fall off his seat. Blinking blearily he looked around and realized he fell asleep in the nurses' office. He looked at the bed before him and sighed.
Calvin was still asleep.
'I wish I knew what happened to you,' the raven head thought sadly as he watched the other boy.
He looked a good deal better now that he was sleeping. He looked so relaxed now, not afraid or shy. His chest slowly rose and fell, entrancing Brian. And for some crazy reason, Calvin's face looked angelic and innocent, it made the raven head feel he should do something to keep it innocent or just make it a little wilder…
"Shouldn't you be getting back to class Mister Laurence?" the nurses voice broke his trance.
"Uh…no, I'd rather stay," he stammered in embarrassment. The male nurse just stared before falling into a fit of...giggles.
"That's…ADORABLE!" he playfully slapped him on the shoulder before going back to his small office. Brian stared after him, he was an odd man.
Turning back to Calvin he yelped in surprise when he saw him awake and staring at him.
"You're awake!"
The blond gingerly sat up grimacing at his dizzy head. "I'm not s'posed to be?" he muttered.
"No, you just surprised me," Brian blushed, "how are you feeling?"
"Brilliant," was the sarcastic answer, "how long have I been out?"
"One or two hours," shrugged Brian. There was an uneasy silence, the raven head avoided the blonds stare by looking out the window, the soccer team was practicing now.
"I'm sorry," Calvin muttered, half hoping his friend didn't hear, "I went a little nuts…but I couldn't help it."
"What happened?" he turned back to him, carefully avoiding the sad gray eyes.
Calvin looked at his lap and sighed. "I keep getting weird dreams about a guy named Draco Malfoy, and visions too, you know about them right? You've gotten them too."
Brian nodded glumly, "butmine aren't all about one person, they're also about his friends and enemies."
"Yeah mine were about his friends too but he didn't have many, that's why I mostly see him…but that vision from last night…" his eyes watered but he fought them back by blinking furiously, he would not cry in front of Brian again, not now, "it really wasn't a nightmare. I'm beginning to figure it out now."
"You know what's happening to us?"
"Sort of…I think…I think we're getting memories of people. Is it possible to have amnesia about a person but still remember your life?"
"I don't know," he buried his face in his hands, he was getting a headache, everything was so confusing now, "what if they're our memories? I mean, these visions make me feel like I've been there before, like I really do know those people."
"Those people?"
"The people in my visions, there's this…Weasley guy who's kind of goofy but also a great best friend, and a girl named Granger, she has a first name I'm just not sure what it is, anyway she's smart and used to have these huge-"
"Buck teeth," Calvin finished.
"Yeah! She was in your visions too?"
"She slapped me…in my visions…once…actually it felt more like a punch," he caressed his cheek thoughtfully.
"Oh right I remember that one," Brian laughed, "that was funny," he saw the miffed look on the blonds face, "but very painful I'm sure!"
Shaking his head Calvin smiled slightly, it was kind of funny. But it wasn't solving their dilemma. "Should I call my mum and ask for a doctor?" he asked hesitantly, "she knows loads of doctors."
"Calvin I'm not going off to get interviewed by a psychiatrist, I'm not crazy."
"I think I am," the blond whispered quietly, his hands fisting the sheets.
"Don't say that," Brian said a bit worriedly.
"Then what the hell do you call what I did at the hall just a while ago!?" Calvin burst, his eyes watering again at the memory. The raven head didn't answer. Turning away Calvin fingered the sheets, his fists loosening.
"I've had visions too you know," frowned Brian, "some are probably worse than yours but you don't see me screaming about…" he looked away from now very sad face, "sorry," he mumbled.
"No, you're right," he tried to blink away his tears but a few escaped anyway, he roughly wiped them away,"I'm making too much of a big deal about this, I mean, Draco Malfoy's a different guy right? He's not me so I shouldn't worry," his voice quivered heavily by the time he finished his sentence.
"What about Harry Potter?" Brian asked, guilty that he made the blond cry.
Calvin let out a small gasp at the name; it felt so familiar when Brian spoke it this time. He grabbed the surprised raven head by the shoulders and pulled back his bangs to look at the scar.
"What are you doing?" Brian squeaked, not used to the way Calvin was staring at his forehead. He let out a soft gasp when the pale boy fingered the scar gently and slowly. He never felt like this before, whenever someone poked at his scar it felt annoying, like he was some kind of walking thing people liked to study.
But now that Calvin was touching it…he wanted him to keep touching, it sent shivers up his spine…
Unfortunately the blond backed away. He looked at Brian with wide eyes and for a second the raven head thought that the other boy knew what he was feeling when he touched him. "Y-you're…you're him!" breathed Calvin.
"Who?"
"Harry Potter! You're Harry Potter!"
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There is a supposedly abandoned castle, located in the highest uncharted and invisible mountain. This mountain cannot be located because by the next day it'll be someplace different. The only way people will know where the mountain is would be the strange weather they'd have. A hail storm in the summer, raindrops the size of golfballs…
This mountain was dangerous, especially when it was near the Bermuda islands. Long ago it was the reason for the strange plane crashes, though people never found out and just left it as a mystery with many theories. But this moving mountain existed for one purpose. To protect the castle that stood deep inside and close to the top.
Inside you would find everything in crystal ice; it was so cold inside that the ice wasn't that slippery since it had nothing to be melted on. There were carved stairs that led up to the castle, and gradually, as you make your way up you'd feel the temperature drop then heighten at random times. The walls would darken to light blue and there'd be torches with lightening blue fire lined up in a pattern as you keep climbing. These torches, you realize, was what made everything cold.
Finally you find the frosted doors to the castle, since you're the messenger you're aloud in.
Inside everything's made of ice or looks like ice. The furniture's ice, the chandeliers are ice, the large set of stairs are ice, with sky blue carpeting. The walls and ceiling have carved patterns of snowflakes but none of this grabs much of your attention. You've already seen it many times before.
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The whole place was in a raucous, servants were running all over the place, delivering letters, freezing the furniture, and some were just running around for the heck of it.
The messenger ignored the scurrying servants, jealous of them finding the glacial temperature soothing whereas he was wrapped in practically every piece of clothing he owned.
Jogging up the carpeted stairs he ran down the hall just to conserve some heat.
"What is your business here?" questioned the guard, looking down at the short messenger; it wasn't so much that he was short, just that the guard, like the servants, was very tall and nearly pasteight feet. Her light blue skin glittered against the light, dazzling the messenger.
"I-I'm here t-to de-deliver a mes-message!" he trembled, pulling his many coats tightly, even with all these clothes he was freezing.
"From?" smirked the guard, obviously seeing the shorter man freezing to his toes as funny.
"F-Father of Na-Nature!" he tried to say firmly and failing horribly.
Biting her lip to stifle her laughter, the guard opened the door and let the messenger in, "better put a heating spell on next time Fidelio," she giggled, closing the door on the miffed face of the man.
Grumbling grumpily, Fidelio walked over to the large snow frosted desk. "F-Father of Ice!" he called up, bowing in respect at the man sitting behind the desk.
The tall young man spotted the rolled parchment in the shivering messenger's hand. "Do I really want to know?" he said, tiredly resting a hand on the side of his white haired head.
Without answering, Fidelio stood on his tiptoes and handed the giant man the letter.
There was a pause in which the Father of Ice read the message and Fidelio hugged himself tightly, his teeth chattering.
Once the blue man was done reading he was left looking grave. "He's getting closer."
"Here!?" jumped the messenger.
"No, to the United Kingdom!" he scratched his chin in thought before grabbing a parchment and a bottle of self heating ink, "I'll have to alert Valer," he murmured to himself, Fidelio heard it anyway.
"I'm delivering the message right?" he asked suddenly. He liked Valer. The Father of Ice raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously, wouldn't want you turning into an ice sculpture here would we?"
Fidelio shook his head quickly. Nodding, the blue man finished writing his letter, rolled it up and handed it to him. Bowing again, Fidelio gratefully left the coldest room.
"Heating spell!" the guard called with a grin.
"Oh sod off!"
Smiling slightly, Jiezer sat back on his ice chair and sighed. He lifted the single jeweled necklace and stared into the diamond.
A young boy with metallicblue hair ran down the hall with his three older friends, laughing blissfully as they passed other students.
Letting the jewel slip from his fingers and falling back over his chest softly, he sighed as he closed his crystal gray eyes. "I know you're in there somewhere, Dumbledore." The image of the laughing boy continued playing in his head.
-
"What? No I'm not!" Brian said a little louder than he intended.
"Don't you get it?" Calvin said angrily, "all these visions, your scar, Draco's parents, they're linked to us because we're them!"
"Well then why haven't I had a single vision about Harry's parents?" the raven head asked heatedly, even though he knew the answer.
Stopping himself from answering, Calvin stayed silent.
"See? We're not them, there's no proof or-or familiarity, we probably have these visions because our minds are playing tricks on us, it's possible too-there's this book on how the brain works and-and-"
SMACK!
Brian nearly fell out of his chair from the slap. Touching his sore cheek lightly he looked at Calvin, startled. Meanwhile the blond was breathing heavily, his face filled with anger. How could Brian even think that? Was he crazy? God he was such an idiot sometimes!
His hands lit up in flames, nearly getting the sheets on fire if Calvin hadn't jumped off the bed in shock and fear. Just as quickly, the flames vanished leaving his hands as pale as before, like they never even were on fire.
"What jus-AHHH!" Brian held his head tightly as a piercing pain went slicing through his head. He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth; it felt like knives were ripping away at his brain.
There was a blond boy,hisface was hard to identifybut he waslunging forwardand aiming his fists covered in flames at him. His face was contorted in manic fury. The boys' right arm was bleeding heavily but it didn't stop him fromviolently raising his hand causing the boy to fall back and skid across the floor on his back.
Gasping for air, Brian let his head fall on the empty bed in exhaustion. Calvin was looking out the window, watching as the last storm cloud faded away.
"I'm not him, I'm not him," Brian chanted weakly, his voice squeaking a little. Why did this have to happen now? He was Brian Laurence not Harry Potter. His life was too peaceful for this to happen!
He felt someone run their hand softly through his hair. He calmed down a little under the touch before screaming again at the more painful stabbing in his head.
Someone was cradling his little body, humming a soft tune as they rocked him to sleep. His eyes drooped heavily as he slowly slipped off to dreamland. The person holding him gently stroked his tender head. She let out a soft and tired giggle.
There was the sound of a door opening then a curious silence…
"I'll go see what it is," it was the voice of another person, a man. There was the sound of footsteps before the man shouted in a panicking voice, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
There was stumbling, and the soothing rocking that he was falling asleep to turned into rough ones as the woman who held him ran, holding him tightly.
A door burst open and a high pitched cackle ran through his ears.
He was held even tighter, the woman started screaming. "No! Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl…stand aside now…"
"NOT HARRY, PLEASE NO, TAKE ME, KILL ME INSTEAD-"
"Brian!" Calvin shook the shivering boy fearfully. Said boy opened his eyes and found himself on Calvin's lap on the floor, shivering uncontrollably. He held on tightly to the front of the blond's shirt, burying his face in his chest and not even realizing that he was crying.
"Not again," he whispered shakily.
"What did you see?" Calvin asked, making soothing circles on the boys' back.
"I don't…" he stopped himself when he realized what was happening. Pulling himself out of the blonds embrace, he stood up and back into the chair.
"Brian?" Calvin stood up, worry evident in his face.
"I'm Brian," the raven head said to himself, "Brian Laurence…I go to Alemeran Academy for Writers and Artists, my friends are Ivan, Jack and…my parents…Clare and…and…Laurence…I'm Brian Laurence…" he grabbed his head, shaking it, forcing himself to remember these simple things.
"Brian," Calvin reached out to Brian but he shrank away.
"Stay away from me," he growled in a low and angry voice, "you're the one who's causing me to get these visions! You're making me forget my life!"
"No I'm not!" he grabbed his shoulders tightly, "Brian calm down!"
"Why did you show me the broom?" he whimpered, sinking under Calvin's tight grip, "why did you call me Harry?"
"Because you are! Quit denying it!" he shook him violently.
"I DON'TWANTTOBE HIM!" Brian wailed.
Calvin stayed silent, his anger leaving him again. He loosened his grip on the tanned boys' shoulders and hesitantly pulled him into an embrace.
This felt weird.
Brian continued to tremble but he wasn't crying, Calvin figured he was in shock or mixed in too many emotions.
So he was afraid, the blond closed his eyes and sighed. How could he have missed that?He was afraid in the beginning too.Maybe Brian was right, maybe he did have visions worse than his own, maybe they weren't even Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter at all.
"We'll just stay this way, for now," Calvin said quietly in Brian's ear, "we'll be Calvin Jacobs and Brian Laurence because we are them." The shivering boy in his arms calmed down a little.
Something tickled his ankle. Looking down he saw a black cat circling them slowly. The silver tag around her neck glittered in the afternoon sunlight. She looked up at Calvin with her quiet knowing eyes and he instantly recognized her.
"Ebony?"
The midnight colored cat nuzzled her head against Brian's leg, purring softly. The raven head calmed down even more.
A wave of a honey andmystic scent invaded Calvin's senses; sending waves of shivers up his spine and making his eyes flutter close. It took over his brain, letting him swim in its heavenly aroma. He almost lost his footing in its powerful trance.
Sighing softly he opened his eyes and realized the scent was coming from Brian.
The other boy was going through the same thing. Right after he felt something soft against his leg a powerful and hypnotizing scent invaded his nostrils and went straight to his head.
It smelled so tantalizing and wild. Roses mixed with some kind of fruit…raspberries? Whatever, it really calmed his nerves, he felt comforted. He sank into Calvin's chest, desperate to continue floating in the scent. He nuzzled his face in the curve of Calvin's neck, breathing in his aroma softly.
Would he taste as good as he smelled? The question suddenly popped up in his head and wouldn't leave him alone. Would Calvin freak out though? The smell started taking over his head again…
Calvin's breathing hitched when he felt hot breath tickle his neck. A new set of waves shuddered up his back; he shivered and instinctively craned his head to the side so that there was better access. He felt a tongue slowly make small circles against his neck, warming it like fire, trapped temporarily by a pair of lips gently sucking. His breathing slowly came in quicker, his knees were getting weak and he was holding Brian tighter, silently begging him to keep going.
Ebony continued to pace around them, her tail occasionally brushing their ankles, every time less and less, her distance to them becoming farther and farther away.
Brian sighed in contentment. The blonds' skin was a little salty but the smell of roses and raspberries were heavily there. He sank his teeth on the skin he just tasted, causing Calvin to let out a moan of pleasure. He traveled his tongue up slowly, his teeth biting into the skin here and there. The blond just kept holding him tightly, his heart pounding madly against his chest, his body heating up and getting aroused.
Their lips finally met, without asking or even giving a warning, Brian thrust in his tongue, exploring the wet cavern and dancing with the blonds' tongue. Calvin groaned again and rubbed himself against the raven head causing them both to gasp and moan.
Ebony sat down near the bed and started cleaning herself contentedly.
As they began to separate, their minds slowly returning to earth, Brian licked Calvin's bottom lip and sucked it gently, leaving it bright red. He rested his head on the pale boys'neck and sighed softly.
"What…just happened?" Calvin breathed out, still gasping for air.
"We're just being ourselves," the raven head simply answered, closing his eyes and nuzzling into his neck.
Ok they kissed, WOO and they weren't drunk when they did it WOO again! Though they might have been drunk on each others scent…O.o oh well (shrugs) I wanted to make this chapter longer but I just really liked this ending (blush/smile). I wanna get possessed again! (pounds table with fists) I really want to get to my favorite scene but no! I must wait until the right time!
Besides, I haven't written much about the classes and Hermione and co. and I need to stick in another appearance from mister evil killer, ah so much to do :) review please!