To love Alone

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the potter-verse…just like to borrow them and torture the hell out of them. Lol.

A.N: Thanks for the reviews guys! I adore the hell out of all of you! . anyways, this chapter delves more into what exactly Harry is and just what exactly he his capable off.

He missed his mother, kind and beautiful Lily Potter, he barely remembered her now, but the sweet lilac scent of her perfume lingered like wisps of Smokey memories through Harry's mind. As he sipped the warmed milk and honey drink, kindly prepared by the ever doting Cedric, Harry remembered that his mother use to make it for him on days when he wasn't feeling well, or on gloomy rainy days such as this, hi mother would bake warm cinnamon apple cookies and serve to him on a plate and happily cuddle him as they sat on the couch and watched the rain fall. The rain fell now, and here he sat, mother and cookie less, and Harry could not help but pity himself. Had his mother been alive, would his life have turned out this way? He was rather curious, as to how she would've handled her selfish husband.

Harry sighed, and settled the green mug on the marbled table, he pulled the white downy blanket further up his legs, Cedric had given him a change of clothing, no better in size than the overlarge shirt he had been wearing, but the fleece material was a comfort and that was exactly what he needed. He bathed, the pellets of scorching water had seared away the forced touches, aching kisses, and the caked blood from betwixt his thighs, and he was healing, even at this very moment he could feel the tissues melding back together, soon, it would be like nothing had ever happened, but Harry knew otherwise, his mind would not allow him to forget so easily.

No matter how much he wanted to scream out rape, and demand a divorce, Harry knew the attempt would be futile, the Elder courts would not side with him, the laws, ancient and barbaric, where powerless in his protection, for the two sole reasons of his parentage and the fact that it was within Draco's right to treat Harry as he saw fit, beatings, rapes etc…a husband, especially a wealthy and powerful one had the rights to do anything .The laws where set to protect the rich and powerful, the influential and the magic driven, nurtures and women where as close to slaves this such a society; as children, they are under their fathers power and control, and through marriage, the trade is of one tyrant for another.

So, Harry was stuck, his heart and mind would not allow him to forsake the vows he has whispered and the laws of society would not allow him to flee, so here he sat, his body in the magical process of healing itself, an ability he had always had, since he could remember and the nagging thought of where his wayward husband had spent the night. Harry was no fool, he knew where Draco had been, he didn't even need to use his ability into searching minds to figure that out, and the reality of it choked him, it was a nasty feeling of inadequacy that filled his lungs to the point where he felt short of breath. He would take, a thousand times, Harry would take the brutal performance of being fucked over and over again by Draco, if it meant that he wouldn't be sleeping around.

The sudden stop of the taps, signaled Harry of Cedric's finished shower, he leaned back into the couch, facing the grand entertainment center in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, he could not sleep, his racing mind would not allow him the respite, so instead he dug deeply into the recesses of his mind and wistfully smiled as the image an auburn haired woman, with a warming smile and a pair of the most majestic emerald eyes stared back at him just beyond the orange of his lids, and Harry mildly thought that he would settle for thinking about her.

Lightening struck the ground, the booming thunder fueled Draco's anger, he was losing control of his emotions and with it the leash he held over the elements, he did not care. He would not be cuckolded by that money hungry slut, never mind that fact that Harry was a had been a virgin not too many hours ago, Draco was lost on logic as he yelled for the horseman to drive the horses faster, whip them if they had too. If he hadn't made his rule entirely clear than he would make it now, and he would show Harry that no one intentionally pissed off a Malfoy, if they had any thought at all of surviving.

A thunder clap quiet literally shook the earth, and to think, Draco fumed, he had fucking fell sorry for the dark-haired bitch, he had even gone as far as to think of lowering himself to apologize, how fucking foolish he had been.

The carriage came to a sudden stop; Draco did not wait for the liveryman to open the open the door for him as he carriage door practically flew off its hinges and Draco stormed up the steps of Cedric's flat. He did no knock, nor did he have the courtesy of ringing the doorbell, no, Draco barged into the small home and searched.

Cedric and Harry sat up from the couch they had been seated on in the living room as they heard the commotion, Cedric looked at Harry and motioned for him to stay behind, as he went to see what had happened. As he rounded the corner, Cedric was not given ample warning before a bone crushing force slammed his body to the nearest wall, like a mallet the invisible force repeatedly slammed him against the wall to the point where the wall cracked behind him, blood oozed from his mouth, his nose and trickled from the roots of his hair down his face.

Draco stood, hurricane winds blew, his eyes where the very resemblance of the storm he had created, his hair flew about him swirling in the wind as he coldly, emotionlessly brutalized the threat.

Harry watched, in horror erred fascination at the scene before him, he shook his head from side to side, whispering 'stops' and 'no's' Draco was angry at him not at Cedric! Cedric was the innocent; he did not need to suffer, it was so wrong of Draco to do this. Harry's mind was in chaos, the whispered no's and stop's steadily increased in volume, until a very loud…

"NO!" echoed over the whipping winds, involuntarily both his arms flew out, wanting to stop Draco, instead he unleashed a dark force of shadowed hands, that shoved against Draco's body, the force shook the very foundation of the small manor as Draco's body smacked against the nearest wall with a sickening crunch, an then crumpled to the ground.

The silence that followed was deafening, Harry gaped, horrifically looked at his hands and the destruction he stood within, and back at the two unmoving bodies, sagging against the walls, the surge of power tingled at his fingertips, exhilaration itself was amplified throughout the fibers of his being…

"Oh god…oh please god…" Harry pleaded, He hadn't meant to do this…he had only wanted to stop Draco from hurting Cedric…what had happened? Harry's gaze strayed once more to his reddened palms. He took a shuddering breath into his lungs, suddenly feeling the lack of air flow in his lungs.

He took another breath. "Oh dear God!" Harry panicked…he was fucking hyperventilating! And the obvious pricks of oncoming tears were stabbing the inside of his eyes… he would not cry, Harry steadily coached himself…the situation demanded for him to be a freaking man, he was a man and he would sure as hell act like one right now. He drew another breath and shakily he walked and silently fell on his knees, next to Cedric's body…first he would deal with Cedric…Cedric was gravely hurt…Cedric was like family…

Harry swallowed, he had never done this for anybody else before, but he knew he could try…Cedric had always been his hero, and now, Harry would try to be his. He allowed the tears to fall as he closed his eyes and silently prayed while settling his palms against Cedric's sternum.

Shadows, dark and cool to the touch rushed and swirled beneath Harry's shaking palms, slowly at first and then rapidly the wisps of shadows crisscrossed and weaved around Harry's hands, until it speared into Cedric's sternum, stabbing and yet healing at the same time. It was a reversal of wounds, the blood leaked back into Cedric's wounds, and than Harry heard the thrumming beats of Cedric's heart, than Harry heard his sharp gasp for breath.

"Harry...?"Harry did not respond.

His eyes where tightly closed, swirling in his mind, shadows called to him, beckoned and caressed him to their bidding, it felt good to want to give in, they offered him things…power…they offered him complete and absolute power…it was so good, it felt so freaking good…his very flesh…the air he breathed…it was all so sweet…invisible ambrosia…he wanted more---

"Harry!" Cedric shook him awake, Harry's eyes popped open and he blinked and visibly shook as Cedric's arms wrapped around him, he hugged back, holding on for dear life.

"I was so scared…" he sobbed. " I thought y-you where…oh god Draco!" He pushed out of Cedric's arms and crawled over to Draco's prone body.

Harry moved his palms over Draco's chest and did the same thing he had done to Cedric.

Draco gasped and quickly arose from his position, his eyes were unfocused, but than he quickly shook his head as he felt the rising of energy beside him and he looked. Harry was swaying, the ground vibrated, pictures fell, light fixtures shook, and furniture shook and Draco swore as he saw the serene smile of Harry's lips.

"Harry!" Cedric yelled as he came closer.

"Stay the fuck away!" Draco warned, he steeled himself and quickly pulled Harry swaying body to him; than hastily put his index to Harry's forehead, the space between his eyes and chanted something low beneath his breath. The ground stopped, everything stopped as Harry's body slackened in his hold and Draco sighed, his father would not be pleased, he fleetingly thought as he looked down at the resting body.

His son was a complete and utter idiot, Lucius was quite sure of the fact as his energy sensors settled to a steady hum, Draco had handled the situation like the complete fledgling that he was and now Lucius feared that he had quiet surely awakened something that even he wasn't quiet familiar with. Lucius had known of his son-in-laws runaway attempt, Lucius was sure, had Draco handled him right, he would've obediently gone back home where he belonged. He had plains for the dark haired boy, plains that involved his powers to still be dormant, but now, it was quickly growing, the force he had felt only minutes ago had been far too powerful to belong to any other magic born, Lucius knew the power signature of the every magic born within the area and he knew that power, especially with the force at which it came with could only belong to one person.

He had to be reined in, Lucius had to make sure Draco reined in what belonged to him, Harry, at this stage could be detrimental to what he had worked for years to accomplish, it was so close, he had found the one piece in Draco's spouse, he had paid handsomely for that glorious piece, all Lucius had to do now was to patiently await for the other, he knew it existed, and now that Harry had been awakened, Lucius was positively sure that the other would wake soon. So maybe, Lucius resignedly admitted as he steadily tipped wine glass to his lips, his heir was not a complete waste of magic and human flesh after all.

The yin had been awakened, Elder Albus Dumbledore, had felt the impact of the birth through his weathered and centuries old bones, it had been glorious and frightful, feeling that amount of earth moving force, so long he had waited, for centuries he had watched and at last, the first child of the prophecy had been awakened. It was his eternal chore to safely deliver what was needed in the coming trials to the children of the prophecy.

One is the feminine

The other the masculine,

From one soul,

Springs another,

Darkness is everlasting peace,

Lightness is conflict and war,

To have one

Is to tame the other,

Through the trials

Light and dark balance,

And about the world

All will fall silent.

Albus remembered the parchment word for word, the darkness of balance had been awakened and now, time was ticking, he had to find him and share his wisdom, he was needed, just like his father before had been needed in the second time of the trials, Albus was needed to guide this new child of magic into the grave responsibility that would unknowingly be set upon his shoulders.

A.N: okay that's it for now…thanks for liking this story…hope I don't fall short of your expectations for it! Anyways thanks for the reviews and I hope to have the next chapter up by tomorrow. Thanks so much for the reviews guys! You know the drill, keep them coming and I'll keep this story going.