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Chapter Three; Aria, Senza Ossigeno
"They say, 'follow your heart" but if your heart is in a million pieces, which piece do you follow?"
Harry whipped around, eyes the colour of sun shinning through emerald jewels widen comically.
"Potter"
(Harry Potter)
Harry scrambled to stand up, a blush already staring to paint its way across his cheeks.
What a sight he must have made, arse in the air and half way under the seat…
He cleared his throat, embarrassment apparent. "Malfoy."
Silence fell heavily in the compartment. While Draco stuffed his hand deep in his pockets, Harry choose to swing his arm back and forth, both avoiding eye contact at all cost.
After the war Harry had made it his mission to return Malfoys wand. And he did. Harry had walked up to Malfoy Manor and requested to see Draco, it had been just his luck that its had been Lucius that answer the door. The stiff greetings and twitching hands was not something that Harry ever wanted to experience again, or the think about, at that. But when Narcissa had taken over, ushering Harry into take a seat and a cup of tea, he was surprised to say he had relaxed, and when Draco came, they acted civil, as to opposes of acting on behalf of their childish rivalry's. Unlike acting like a blabbing, bumbling band of baboons. The Malfoys had been shocked when Harry gave Draco his wand back, apologizing for the whole bamboozle.
It was to say the Malfoys and Potter families were at peace. But that didn't mean years of pointless bickering was lost on them.
Malfoy cleared his throat once more before asking, strained, "The compartments are all full."
Harry stood clueless for a moment, not catching on and waiting for Malfoy to continue.
"Oh! Um, yeah, yeah sure. Hermione and Ron will be back, but if that's no problem then by all means…" Harry hurriedly replied gesturing to the seat across from his book induced mess.
"Thank you." Malfoy murmured.
Silence fell once more.
Harry went back to his book, cursing his terrible people skills and berating himself to make a friendly conversation.
Eloquence, weighing each pro and con of starting a conversation with the Slytherin, Harry made up his mind.
Just as Harry marked his page and put his book away Malfoy spoke, "What are you apprenticing for, that is if you are apprenticing?"
Harry ignored the jab, instead he answered the seemingly innocent question. "I'm looking to become a Magical Therapist. Apparently not many people are apprenticing for the healers department this year. What 'bout you, what are you apprenticing for?"
Malfoy smirked but it wasn't malicious, nor was it directed at Harry, it was more a smirk directed at the irony of the whole situation "Well Potter, looks like your going to be seeing a lot more of me then you bargained for."
Harry swore there was a hint of victory in the Slytherin voice. Harry groaned, "I guess you're the one the one specializing in Magical Bugs?" Malfoys smirk widened, "Lets just make a mutual agreement not to sabotage each others carriers. Deal?"
Malfoy laughed easily, causing Harrys stomach to flutter, "Can't promise anything, after all your just too fun to tease."
Harry just smile, understanding the harmless nature of Malfoys words. What had Harry at oddities was the snitches fluttering in his stomach when Malfoy laughed. It was the first time he had heard the blond laugh at something not directed at him. But why would he act like that? Like a bloody girl with her first crush? He didn't even like Malfoy. They weren't even friends, just… acquaintances. Barely even that. you don't just start to like someone after hating them for years.
But did Harry really hate Malfoy? They had been so called enemies sense their encounter at Madam Malkin's. Right…? Harry hadn't really given it any thought, they were simply enemies from the beginning, Harry didn't know anything about Malfoy and vise-verse.
"I'm surprised though," Harry was snapped out of his thoughts. "I assumed you would be more interested in the Auror's program."
"You and every bloody other wizard." Harry mumbled.
(Draco Malfoy)
Draco frowned at the truth in those words. It was true, everyone expected Harry to continue saving their arses. Even when his part was done. Harry had done more for the wizarding world then it would ever be able to do for him, he'd been ripped from his world and brought into a slaughter house dedicated to him when he was only eleven. In all honesty, Draco hated it, he would be forever grateful to Harry, but to think that the wizarding saw Harry as nothing more then media made for there entertainment sicken him.
Harry deserved his own life now. In his opinion the wizarding world needed to bugger off.
Malfoy looked over the beautiful man before of him. The man who had done so much and was awarded with so little. A man who was still kind and forgiving despite everything he had been thrusted into. The man who had Malfoys heart without the knowledge of it. Draco wished that Harry would notice, but at the same time he could only hope Harry would move on and get married so Draco could rip out the little hope left in his heart.
Draco thought about Harry choice in carrier. It fitted him rather well if he didn't say so himself. Harry had a kind heart and understanding mind, but what made him so fit was his experience, in Draco's opinion.
"Soo… what is the Magical Bug Department like? Why'd you chose it?" Interrupted Harrys voice. The geniality of it warmed Draco.
Draco's attention refocused on Harry. He had change, Draco observed. Not necessarily for the worst. But he just looked… harder, tougher, wiser. More like a man. A man who had seen his share.
"Really, I choose this train of perfections because it mostly involves working with potions."
But the war had not stripped Harry of his kindness, like it had to so many.
"I'm apprenticing to work more as a provider and perhaps a practitioner,"
No instead the war had enhanced this mans beauty.
"But I'm not really being picky,"
Harry had grown in the best way, not by parents pampering, but by the hard lessons of the world.
"If there's a case were I need to operate, in the case of a Warbler Worm, which if you don't know, which you probably don't, affects the ears with its thrilling, high pitch screech, then I will be able to do so to."
Draco was really quite jealous of the glorious Gryffindor, who, if he dares say, seemed to be tinted with a poisonous drop of Slytherin.
"Fascinating, I never really heard much about Wizarding world sicknesses, really I should do some research."
But when Harry said such things as these, a raging fire roared to life in Draco's heart.
How could the wizarding world let their saviour, whether Harry admitted it or not he was there saviour, go eleven years of his life not knowing anything about his rightful world. And Draco wasn't oblivious to the hints in the daily prophet; he had caught the little hint pointing in the direction of what the media thought was abuse.
"As far as I know, Magical Therapy isn't much different then Muggle therapy." Harrys voice ripped him out of his angry muse.
"Wouldn't know." He said. "I've only been to the mud-ggles, muggles London a handful of times."
Harry looked shocked.
"Only a handful of times?"
"Father didn't really see it necessary to go to muggle London." Draco explained simply. Truth was the only time Draco had gone to muggle London was with his mother, or hid godfather, Professor Snape, who lived in a muggle town.
"Is that with all pure-bloods? You know, being deprived of the muggle world? Being sheltered in the wizarding world?" Harry asked.
Draco shrugged. This was dangerous territory, and not for the first time he didn't want to fright with Harry.
"Who do you reckon will be the DADA teacher this year?"
"Not a clue," Draco replied disinterestedly, "heard we've had them before, mind you."
"Hmm." Harry pondered who it could be, thanking who ever that it couldn't be Quirinus Quirrell or Gilderoy Lockhart.
"I- "
"Potter"
"Yes?"
"Stop talking."
(Harry Potter)
When Hermione and Ron returned, it was to day the least, that it was awkward.
Between Ron whipping out his wand and the silent eye conversations the Golden Trio had all the way back to Hogwarts, it was racking up to be one of Harrys worst Hogwarts train rides.
But all awkwardness from the train ride was banished when the train screeched to a halt at Hogsmeade, Hogwarts lights shinning in the distance. And if Harrys eyes didn't deceive him Hogwarts looked brand new. As thought the war had never happened.
The stars scattered across the sky like bread crumbs, but all bright little lights shielded away from the crisp full moon gleaming proudly above Hogwarts. The trees of the forbidden forest were shadows, only visible from the moon light washing over them.
It took Harrys breath away.
Headmistress McGonagall stood at the front of the great hall, asking for the students' attention by just standing.
"Good evening, students." She began as the hall fell silent "To those new; welcome! And to the rest of you; welcome back! Our care taker Mr. Filch would like to remind you that magic in the halls are not permitted and as always the forbidden forest is strictly forbidden…"
Harry droned her out, not to be rude, but because he had heard this speech six time before. It was only the mention of a new staff member that blew the clouds away from his head.
"Although our new Defence Against the Dark Art teacher is not here, due to private matters, we would like to inform you of our newest member, and welcome him back to Hogwarts. Many of you may remember him from his time teaching here before; Remus Lupin!"
The hall broke into applause, even the Slytherin, because even if they didn't like werewolves, they couldn't deny that Remus had been one of the best Defence teachers they'd had.
Harry turn wide, pleasantly surprised eyes to his friends. "Can you guys believe it! Were having Mooney back!"
Hermione and Ron laughed at there friends childlike, giddy behaviour.
"Calm down Harry, your going to have a heart attack."
"Silence, please, silence!" and Harry droned her out again, and it was some time before Harry was brought back to reality.
"Harry you have to tell me all about this new course your taking!" Hermione whined, gazing at Harry with eager eyes.
"Or how about explaining why that bloody ferret was in our compartment." Ron seethed, "blimey Harry, you're not going to snog Malfoy, are you?!"
Harrys stomach fluttered pleasantly, confusing Harry beyond the stars. Harry just scowled at Ron. Avoiding the question tactfully.
"I don't see why that's important, Ronald. If Harry wants to be friends with Malfoy, or more, then that's that. Its truly irrelevant"
"Yeah right, sure, keep saying that, but I'll be rubbin' it in your face when, that, that, that rat, comes and bits you in the arse!" Ron blustered, face a little flustered and rapidly turning crimson.
"Do I get a say in this?" both heads, red and brown, whipped around to Harry, "or are you going to continue arguing over an assumption you pulled out of the air?"
He was agitated. He really didn't want to deal with there bickering at the vary moment. It didn't help that a terrible headache had blossomed between his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Harry, that was rude of us." Hermione looked sheepishly at Harry, but he could see that she meant it.
"Yeah, sorry, mate." came a mumbled response.
"But really, what was Malfoy doing in our compartment?" Hermione inquired suspiciously, leaning over the table.
Harry just shrugged, he didn't really want to tell his friends that he was going to be having lessons with Malfoy and Madam Pomfrey privately for all three semesters. So instead he settled on a half truth.
"He didn't have any where to sit."
"Yeah sure, but why didn't he just sit with Parkinson and Zabini?" Ron asked, looking more suspicious then before.
"Well I reckon there not here." The hint of snark in his voice wasn't lost on his friends.
"Err, Harry?"
"Yes, 'Mione?"
"Their sitting behind you."
And sure enough they all were, Zabini and Malfoy were chatting away while Parkinson was engaged in what was most likely the Witch Weekly gossip. That was truly curios. What was Malfoy doing in his compartment if his friends where already on the train?
Then again that brought up the other curious question of why Malfoy wasn't in the prefects meeting with the other Slytherin prefect, Parkinson.
Hermione and Ron had to known, they had after all be to the meeting themselves, "Well who represented the eighth year prefects?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, then his face twisted into confusion, "Now that you mention it, Parkinson and Zabini were there."
Harrys lip twitched, of course them Gryffindor were expecting the worst of the Slytherin, but this year Harry was determined to stay out of trouble and keep his head down. "And it doesn't take a genius to guess they had prefect duties first." Harry said knowingly.
Hermione smile too, then nodded, saying with not little amount of mirth, "Well perhaps those rotten, scheming, no good Slytherin really aren't up to anything this year. Perhaps this is the year of peace and prosperity"
Harrys smile grew as he played alone, "Don't be so quick to speak Hermione, you know how I am, not only a lady magnet, the trouble seems to be just as attacked."
All three of them laughed.
All three of them groaned.
He really shouldn't have mocked his luck like that. Saying it would be a peaceful year, even if just joking. That was pretty much painting your self neon signs for karma.
There was defiantly something wrong with Harry if he thought he could scoop up a peaceful year.
So he shouldn't have, and truly he wasn't, been a surprise when the Daily Prophet head line exclaimed in big broad letter;
REMAINING DEATHEATERS ESTABLISH BOUNTY ON HARRY POTTERS HEAD
And right below said heading and article, another warning informs readers that;
TENADOR NOTT AND THE CARROWS ESCAPSE FROM AZKABAN PRISON
Really why was Harry surprised. Why was there this sickening feeling that something had happened that was connected to these articles? Why was there the irritating tingle of familiarity?
And why did Harry still have a headache?
Bloody Mondays…
Hermione snatched the paper from there red headed friend, who gave Hermione an incredulous look, and started reading out loud to them at the spread of lightening.
"'REMIANING DEATHEATHERS ESTABLISH BOUNTY OF HARRY POTTERS HEAD
After Head Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt, heard of unusually high Deathearter activity in Knockturn Alley he arranged for an elite Auror to go under cover as a low level Deathearter and figure out why such unwanted company is so high. What this brave Auror finds is heart stopping. Reni Zedlin, the Auror who face this daring mission states to the Daily Prophet, "Deathearter from all ranks, one we haven't heard of and haven't been able to track down, they were all gathered at the farthest corner of Knockturn ally in a shop called Hallows Grub. A middle class Deathearter stood on a table and addressed the crowd of Deatheater's, this man must be wealthy because the amount of money that he offered for Mr. Potters head was no small gallon." As it is 100,000 gallons is the standing reward for Mr. Potter, but we have reasons to believe that this middle class Deathearter wasn't just proposing money, Mr. Zedlin continues, "Then shooting sparks from his wand he also claims a new dark lord needs to rise, saying the only way was for Mr. Potter to be taken out. He implies that if some one could take out Harry Potter they were worthy to be there leader, and rule the wizarding world." So its now we must ask are selves, is the war really over? Will it really ever be over while these people linger on and pollute the wizarding world? Investigations are continuing, and soon the Auror's hope to dispatch these reaming Deatheater's. Good luck Mr. Potter, and safe keeping.
"Blimey, Harry! 100,000 gallons! And a promise to be the next dark lord!" Ron exclaimed looking sincerely worried. It wasn't often Ron showed such caring emotions, but Ron generally looked scared for his friend.
"Not going to cash me in, are you Ron?" Harry teased lightly, an easy smile on his lips.
Next thing Harry knew a hard surface collided with his head.
"Bloody hell, 'Mione!" Harry looked at her worriedly, rubbing his head from where the old thick tome had abused his noggin.
"Harry James Potter! This is not a funny matter! There are people that want to kill you!" Hermione scolded angrily, eye brows scrunched together and hands on her hips.
"There's always people trying to kill me." It was a reasonable agreement in Harrys opinion.
"Yes, but there wasn't always such a promising reward, mate. Hermione's right, this isn't funny." Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron, mothing the word 'traitor' at him.
"Okay, okay, don't get your knickers in a not. But really at least I have a decent bounty, like wow! 100,000 gallons! I might cash my self in for tha- Ow! 'key I deserved that."
(Draco Malfoy)
Draco watch as the whole great hall broke out in whispers. The news in the Daily Prophet wasn't something to take lightly, Draco being a Slytherin new what people would do to accomplish a tittle as great and terrible as a dark lord.
Worry was twisting Draco's gut horribly. His stomach felt as thought it was being turning into origami.
And there was stupid Potter laughing it off as though it was nothing. Joking about it for the sake of his friends.
But Draco could see the emotions Harry was hiding. The disappointment, the tingle of fear in the Gryffindor's eyes. It was there, and it was absolutely heart breaking. The war was over, Harry deserved to have his life now, not having to worry about being poisoned or murdered in his sleep, not having to worry about Deatheater's breaking out of prison or anything else. He should be worrying about his education, romantics, his future house.
But the Deathearter who had broken out of prison.
Tenador Nott. His son was in their grade. Theodore Nott.
Both of them where ambitious, both of them craved power. But from what Draco had heard Theodore wasn't a murder, he preferred black mail and trickery.
But then again, the Nott's weren't a vary powerful family, in magical and political power. Draco doubted they would be a problem. If the Daily Prophet was telling the truth about Nott senior breaking out of prison, he was probably half insane and hiding out in caves. It also wasn't a big secret that both males in the Nott family had had a falling out, it was probably the only reason Theodore Nott didn't get a ticket to Azkaban with his father.
But who else did Draco have to worry about in regards to trying to hurt Harry? There was Crabbe, but his father was in Azkaban and Draco doubted that Crabbe had that kind of ambition… or intelligence for that matter.
There was Roselyn Henderson, half blood, ledges with Voldemort, smart, ambitious, should have been in Slytherin really, but her family had gotten away without going to Azkaban by money, bribery and most likely black mail. She was a potential treat. Her parents could use her to meet then ends.
There were also the nieces of the Carrows, Sydni Carrow and Talia Carrow, both in there seventh years, it was a miracle, or perhaps a curse, that they still had their wands.
The sisters were no doubt a threat. The Carrows would certainly make a bee line to the Deatheater's meetings and gather information, then use the sisters at Hogwarts.
Draco's family had been pardon in trial without such low tactics as the Henderson's. His father had gone under Veritaserum recounting their divesting and devastating time during the war, recalling the year of fear and terror. Not being able to back out of the war with Voldemort hovering constantly over them.
Truthfully they were probably only set free through pity. But Draco was okay with it. His family donated and sponsored store, helped get the wizarding world back on track, the Malfoys contributed but kept there heads down.
And Draco was fine with that.
But right now the only thing that mattered was getting Harry Potter through the year. And if that meant finally allowing himself to get close to the boy… well it wouldn't be that bad.
"Turn to page three hundred… and ninety-four." Came to calm drawl, pale lips drawing the four out longer then necessary.
The only sound heard in the class room was the turning of pages.
"Now… the headmistress thought it would be… beneficial to the four houses of Hogwarts to work together, and… get rid of the 'silly house rivalries'. Such things have been added to this year's curricular reports. Thus this year will start with the pairing you children." It was obvious how Snape thought of this plan, the sneer he was trying to bit back was prof enough.
As professor Snape continued down a list it became apparent that each pairing was made up of a Slytherin and Gryffindor.
"Draco Malfoy and…" Draco's stomach fluttered. Harry hadn't been called yet, and though Harry sucked at potions, besides his miracle sixth year, he couldn't help but hope. But then again it probably didn't help that his godfather was always looming over Harrys shoulder.
"…Harry Potter."
Draco's heart must have glowed with the contained happiness he was feeling.
But Draco just slandered over to were Harry was sitting, and smirked at Harry. Weasley gave him a narrow eyed stare.
"Potter." He greeted coolly, but without the cutting edge to his voice that Harrys friends were so used to.
Harry nodded his head, "Malfoy."
Weasley sighed in exasperation, apparently not understanding why Harry could be civil to such a cowardly sniveling piece of-, you get the point, Weasley obviously thought Malfoy was unworthy of the Golden Boys present. Hermione was moved to Pansy Parkinson and Ron with Blaise Zabini, much to the red heads dismay.
"Now…" the whole class silenced instantly. "Assignment one; you must collaborate with your partner to make a pain reliving potion. Hand it in at the end of class. If I see any one of your partners slacking… I will not be impressed." Snape scanned the class with his soulless eyes.
"Now I think we can come to an agreement that you gather ingredients and cut, and I'll make the potion." Draco's voice didn't really leave any room for desiccation. It wasn't that he wanted to be rude to the raven haired boy, but Harrys potion skills weren't ideal, and if they both wanted to get the degrees then a bit of fancy cheating was instore.
"Right, of course." Harry grumbled.
Draco watched Harry shuffled off to the ingredient cupboard, getting there before the tsunami of students did.
Draco redirected his attention to his potions book, reading the complicated directions, or at least they would be complicated to anyone else.
Draco new Harry needed to pass potions with an Outstanding or he would be denied his degree, every medical carrier required top marks in both Potions and Charms.
Draco's potions book was snatched from under his unseeing eyes. Draco jumped, not noticing the warm body that had come to stand beside him.
"What are you-?!"
"Relax, Malfoy, I'm just seeing what width I need to cut these and what you need first."
Draco scowled but didn't comment. There was no reason to start a fight over such a small thing. He wanted to be friends with Harry this year. Friends. Not enemies.
Friends.
Right… that's if Draco didn't throttle Harry first.
"Your cutting them wrong."
Harry looked over at Malfoy, then down at his hands, then at the book between them.
"What?"
Harry looked genuinely confused, and though Draco wanted to memorize such an adorable, innocent expression, they didn't have time for this.
Snatching the knife and the poor mouse tail from Harrys hands, he showed him how to cut them. On a slant, not straight down.
Shoving it back at Harry, he gestured for him to try, "Give it a go," he ordered.
"Like…" Harry started to cut the mouse tail, tilting the knife so each small piece was slanted, "this?"
Draco sighed. He was hopeless. He was doomed. "No your cutting it from the wrong end. You never use you the tip of a mouse tail, Potter. Never. It's the lowest quality point of the tail, used for lesser potions, ones that don't required as much energy; like low leveled Love Potions."
Potter nodded in understanding, "So like this."
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!
"No, Potter," Draco place his hand over Harrys and guided there hands correctly, cutting smoothly through the mouse tail. Draco took his hand away when Harry appeared to have gotten it.
Harrys face was flushed a light pink and his head was ducked lower then necessary, but Draco ignored it, assuming it was from the embarrassment of his failure. "There, like so, now cut the rest like that." he said softly.
"Right, thanks." Harry mumbled.
Draco nodded, and started adding the first few spices, then scoping up the mouse tail pieces and added them, turning the pot down and stirring five times counter clock wise.
There potion was perfect and first one done.
Over all, Potions Class was successful.
(?)
There eyes few across the contents of the letters, treasuring what the parchment paper read. They reread it, out of disbelief or excitement it didn't matter. This was the beginning! There plan was to finally came to action! There was no way anything could come between their rule and fame if this plan worked.
They wouldn't let any one come across this. They would erase their memory, torture them into submission, threaten them and even kill them if they must. They were going to be royalty, no matter what.
They threw the letter into the air, whispering 'Incendio,' and watched as the letter light on fire. The last words caught on fire, scorching them into there mind.
"Harry Potter's blood is our glory."
Aria, Senza Ossigeno.
(Harry Potter)
Harry rubbed his eyes from under his glasses, then rubbed the bridge of his nose where a red mark had started to form from him pushing his glasses back on to his nose to many times.
He really needed to get contacts.
Running a hand through his hair, Harry started to pack up his books.
Classes had been exhausting, but then again the first days always were. Charms, DADA, Transfiguration, Potions. Blah, blah, blah. And to top it all off he had gone to the library to research more on Magical Therapy in its self. He had forgotten dinner for Merlin's sake, and tomorrow he would be meeting with Madam Pomfrey for his first lesson. And meeting with Headmistress McGonagall to start his Ancient Ruins fast track program.
Ugh. He was not looking forward to that.
But at the same time he was exhilarated.
But he was tired. Hence why he was packing up for the night.
It was ridiculous how much Harry enjoyed reading when he got into it, it was an odd change, considering the previous years at Hogwarts he only entered the library if he was dragged in by Hermione.
So Harry wasn't exactly surprised when he entered the library and Madam Pince narrowed her eyes at him, though it got a little unnerving when Harry caught her glaring quite heatedly at him.
Harry slung his bag on his shoulders, rolling his stiff neck, and strolled out of the library. He was the last student, and though the library didn't close for another hour, it was the first day of school and most students were still catching up with friends.
But bless the eighth years' curfew. Midnight. All eighth years got to stay out till midnight, so sue him if he wasn't going to abuse that privilege.
Harry took the hall way leading away from the Gryffindor commend room, and headed for the kitchen. Maybe he'd see Kreacher, the old House Elf had insisted that he come to Hogwarts with Remus and his self. Just the thought of Remus coming to Hogwarts to teach made Harry giddy with happiness.
Harry turn right down the dark corridor of hallways. Literally. It was a hallway with like ten other hallways leading to it.
Harry hated it. The hallway looked like something from the Department of Mysteries.
(?)
They could hear foot steps approaching.
This was it.
This was his chance.
No time to wait.
No time like the present.
Harry Potter's blood was their glory.
(Harry Potter)
Harry shivered, he couldn't nock off the feeling that some one was watching him. Harry tried to reason with himself, he was just paranoid.
But even then all he could here was Alastair Moody's voice screaming 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE.'
Harry glanced nervously around him but carried on down the hall way.
(?)
They moved flat up against the cold stone wall as Potter walked past the hall way they hid in. Potter walked pass, looking nervous as he did so.
Pulling out their wand they pointed it at Potters back. In a whisper barley hearable to even the caster, they chanted, "Senza Ossigeno."
(Harry Potter)
Harry could have sworn he hard heard something. Stopping Harry slowly turned around, his breathing to slow and it hurt to breath in deeply.
Harry was frightened, but not frightened enough for his breathing to turn hypertensive. It hadn't happened during the war, and it sure as hell wasn't going to happen in a hallway that spooked Harry.
Not on his non-existent watch.
Harry turned around and started walking again.
(?)
It mustn't have worked, they concluded.
Potter hadn't dropped to the floor suffocating and withering, and then there defiantly hadn't been a bright green light indicating his death. So it mustn't have worked.
Shit
They whispered again, "Senza Ossigeno."
(Harry Potter)
Harry was not going insane. He had defiantly, with out a doubt, heard something. And felt something. A weird tingling ran through his body, building in his chest.
Harry whipped out his wand, contemplating whether he should yell for help.
Too late.
(?)
Potter had been affected! They just weren't strong enough for the curse to work properly.
They guess this would be a long term project.
Their instructor wouldn't be impressed when they heard of this complication.
"Senza Ossigeno." They whispered for that last time that night.
(Harry Potter)
Harry couldn't breath.
He gasped for air, gaping like a fish out of water. But his efforts were suddenly cut of as something that felt more urgent kicked into life.
Harry let out a strangled cough and clutched his chest in pain.
What felt like a million needles pierce his chest and heart, he was instantly reminded of what happened weeks ago. The pain intensified, but the worst pain came from the lightening blot scar on his chest. It felt like fire, like that vary scar its self was being burnt into his flesh.
Harry doubled over and cried out, wasting precious air with his silly cries, but he didn't care and as knees and hands hit the cold stone painfully he barely felt it.
Where the bloody hell was everybody? But then again maybe it was better if someone didn't find him like this.
A cough ripped at Harrys throat again, cutting off another cry. Letting out another horse cough, Harry rolled on to his side as the pain escalated.
He was enable to make a sound as the scar on his chest ripped open, he could feel that skin separate in the shape of a lightening bolt, the same way he could feel the blood tickle down the side of his cheek as he let out another husky burst of air.
And finally as he gasped, air rushed into his lungs and the pain in Harrys body disappeared almost instantly. Coughing brutally, Harry gasped air into his lungs over and over.
Rolling onto his back Harry caught his breath, his breathing calming and becoming rhythmic once again.
Gingerly Harry lifted his shirt, not caring if he was in the middle of a hallway, and check the damage.
Bloody hell!
Bloody hell, indeed. He was correct in thinking that the curse scar on his chest had reopened and was bleeding profoundly, though the flow had started to clog.
The scar had been a gift from Voldemort. When Harry had gone to the forest during the battel of Hogwarts and willingly given his life up that killing curse hadn't had the curtesy to leave him without a scar, so as it was he was baring another lightening bolt mark.
And now one of them was raw and bloody looking. And gross.
Blimey, almost suffocating to death really takes it out of you.
Harrys body felt like lead, like it was being pushed to the ground by a gravity far to strong.
So Harry lay there in the hallway of hallways, waited for his muscle to gain the oxygen they needed, pressing on the bleeding scar, and thought a royal thought:
Fuck.
Hey! Okay, I know, I know, no excuses this time… besides that we all had test and exams to do, but I will try to get a chapter posted every two weeks.
I was superb nervous for this chapter, you know with the dialogue and everything, so please, please, tell me if the dialogue is crap or if the dialogue is good, cause that's probably my biggest insecurity. Also how did you like Harrys little accident at the end? Next chapter Harry will be wondering a lot about what happen, so the little faze of it just being a 'misfortunate cough' is up.
Oh and P.S this story is going to be 24 chapters, like I mentioned before the plot is already written out.
ANYWHO… PLEASE REVIEW!
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