ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. And finally, SLASH!
The Wiccan ritual in this chapter is completely made up by me, so if it's not that good, I apologize! Bombs be delivered to me! :) If there is any ritual that is very similar to this one, I didn't know about it when this one was born. So, this ritual is not a real one. That's what I wanted to spit out. :D
The Arabian melody in there is from Prince of Egypt, when Moses wanders in the desert after he ran away from Egypt because he killed someone. Ofra Haza sings it there. Of course, in here it's in a deeper voice level.
Finally, I'm sorry for my little outburst in the previous chapter. I just have a self-esteem issue and it makes me happy if I can see that what I'm doing is really good. So I'm glad that there ARE some reviews and my stories make it to Favorites and Alerts, but it feels good to know what your opinion is about my work. Thanks for understanding, and there won't be any more bitching about it. Just the usual "R&R" slogan in the end. :D
Alright, enjoy! This is long so I hope you're all satisfied! :D
"Harry Potter?" Bobby asked astonished. Harry was wringing his hands nervously, the light of the descending sun glinted from his round glasses, the black frame of them and the almond-shape of his eyes emphasized by the beams.
"I can't repeat this enough times, boys" Bobby spoke, "but he's a really gorgeous creature."
Harry blushed from the praise and a big thud echoed in the room. Looking for the source they found Sam sitting on the floor, his neck and ears blazing red already besides his face. Dean laughed at his brother's behavior and Harry smiled as well.
"I think…" Sam couldn't finish his sentence, because he noticed the bright smile on Harry's face. Dean then hauled his brother off the ground and escorted him upstairs.
"Poor kid" Bobby shook his head. "I never saw him act so clumsy. But he has his reasons." Harry returned the man's meaningful look with a wide-eyed, innocent one.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Harry murmured startled.
"Aren't you a relative of these Winchesters by any chance?" Bobby teased. "'Cause I'm sure you're pretty damn blind, too."
In that moment Dean trotted down the stairs cheerfully.
"Hey, Jade… I mean, Harry…" he called, stuttering at the name. Harry just smiled at him understandingly. Dean smirked and stepped to the boy then grasping the small shoulders he started gently moving him towards the stairs. "Why don't you go up and check on Sam? I'm sure you have some things to talk about." Bobby rolled his eyes at the not very subtle move of the young man, but it looked like Harry was too dumbstruck to notice that.
"I don't…" Harry started, but Dean just gave him a mild push to ascend the first steps then disappeared. Harry slowly walked upstairs to Sam's room and knocked.
"Come in!" the young man called out and the boy carefully opened the door then stepping inside he closed it.
"Hey" he whispered shyly.
"Hey" Sam answered quietly.
"I hope I didn't do anything wrong with this" Harry murmured, waving his hand towards himself.
"No, no" Sam shook his head hurriedly. "It's just sudden. You're really…" Sam gestured towards the boy with his hand, while searching for the correct word, "gorgeous."
Harry smiled bashfully at the praise.
"Sit down" Sam tapped the mattress by his side. Harry obeyed, although he blushed slightly at the closeness of the young man.
"Why did you cut your hair?" Sam asked softly.
"I just wanted to look like a few years ago" Harry shrugged. "I always wanted to make it grow long, but in its own speed. Not like… before" he finished a bit awkwardly. Sam began tenderly caressing the short tresses, awed by their silkiness.
"You know" Sam spoke, clearing his throat, and lowered his hand, "there's something I wanted to do for quite awhile…"
Harry looked at him curiously, so Sam leaned down and pressed his lips onto the boy's. He felt the face of his charge, no, his love heat up so he pulled back. Harry's eyes were glinting wildly from surprise then with a smile he kissed the young man, who answered gladly. Harry's hands wandered onto the man's cheeks, while Sam wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. Their lips were sliding on each other in a comfortable pace, mapping the curves and the softness. After a little while the kiss was stopped, but Sam didn't let his lover go. He leaned his forehead onto Harry's, who then opened his eyes. His gaze was a bit hazy because of the gentleness he was experiencing, which made Sam smile.
"So, what's gonna happen?" the young man whispered.
"Let's go slow!" the boy breathed. "But I don't have a place to stay. Would you mind, if…" Harry silenced hesitantly, but Sam finished his question:
"Do you want to stay in my room?"
Harry smiled brightly and nodded. Sam then kissed him again tenderly.
"Let's go down and get some dinner!" he suggested and Harry stood up. They walked down to the kitchen hand-in-hand, where the other occupants of the house and a delicious meal waited for them.
The dinner passed with only some small talks then Harry washed the dishes. All of them had their showers and returned to their room for the night. As Harry stepped through the door in his new pajama, a T-shirt and sweatpants, Sam was already sitting on the bed, ready for sleep, just waiting for the boy under the blanket. Harry hesitantly joined him and turned off the lamp at his side. Sam imitated him and stretched out on the bed. He laid one arm behind Harry and the boy lowered himself, too, his head resting on the man's forearm.
"Are you alright?" Sam whispered, seeing Harry's uncertainty in the moonlight.
"I've never…" the boy murmured ashamed. "With anyone…"
"Hey" Sam leaned over the boy, who looked at him frightened. "I'm not gonna do anything to you. We're just sleeping. Besides" he stroked Harry's cheek. The glasses were already set on the nightstand. "We decided to go slow. I'm not gonna attack you."
For a few seconds Harry just observed the man silently then turned towards him and buried his face in the crook of Sam's neck. Sam slowly and with a little confusion embraced the boy, but then moisture dribbled down his skin.
"Oh God" he breathed then lay on his back, pulling Harry with him. The boy started trembling and let out a gasp here and there, indicating that the many bad things he buried inside broke to the surface.
"Just let it out" Sam whispered and pressed a small kiss onto the ebony tresses. Soon both of them drifted into sleep.
The next morning Harry woke up a little lighter. He was lying on his stomach, but his side was engulfed with warmth. Everything instantly came back to him from last night, and he finally felt like he could start a new, happy life. Lifting his head up slightly he noticed the arm lying under him that held him close to the pleasant warmth. A light breeze swept over the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. Turning that way he met with Sam's peaceful face that was freed from every trouble and wrinkle during his sleep.
Harry watchfully scooted closer and the arm under him tightened its hold on him. The boy noticed with a smile the love and protection from the strong member and the gesture, although Sam was still sleeping. Harry carefully lifted his hand and placed his index finger on the man's forehead. He tenderly and slowly smoothed the way down between the two eyebrows to the tip of the nose, breaking a deep, pleasing sigh out of Sam. The boy caressed the other's face with that small touch then his finger wandered over the thin, but soft lips that were parted slightly. Harry noticed with a smile the tiny dribble on the edge of Sam's mouth, indicating that the young man was in a deep sleep.
Then he remembered that ominous day. The one, when he saw that darkness in Sam's soul. He couldn't imagine how this loving person can hide such amount of blackness? Suddenly he was filled with an overwhelming certainty: he will release Sam from that darkness!
He carefully disentangled himself from Sam's arms then pressing a kiss onto the young man's forehead he left the room. Stepping into the living room, he found Bobby on the couch.
"Good morning, Harry!" Bobby stood up and turned off the TV. "Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning!" Harry smiled. "Yes, I did, thank you."
Bobby started walking to the kitchen with a nod to the boy, but Harry stopped him.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry spoke hesitantly and got another nod in response. "Can I use your collection of tomes?"
"Of course" the man replied in thought. "What are you looking for?"
"I just want to check on something" the boy avoided the straight answer and walked into the small library. He looked around on the shelves then finding the proper books, he got the first book down and started reading at the desk. He was so absorbed in reading that he was only startled by a knock. Looking at the door his eyes met with Dean.
"Bobby said that you're here" the man explained. "Do you need any help in researching?"
"Thanks, but it's not necessary" Harry declined the offer with a polite smile. "If Sam's looking for me, could you tell him to come here?"
Dean nodded then closed the door. Harry was just finishing the second book when another knock echoed in the room. This time Sam walked through the door.
"You asked for me?" he spoke uncertainly.
"Yes" Harry stood up. "Please, come in and sit down!"
Closing the door Sam obeyed and the boy joined him on the chair next to him.
"This will be difficult for both of us" Harry began, "but it's important and necessary." He let out a deep sigh then continued. "I want you to tell me everything that is amongst your darkest secrets. And I want you to be honest with me."
Sam's look towards him was pure terror; Harry saw on his expression that he was thinking about an escape route, so he gently grasped the young man's hand. Sam realized that there is no way out.
"Please" Harry pleaded softly. "I was honest with you. And believe it or not, I want to help. Just like you did."
A teardrop rolled down Sam's face and he took deep breaths.
"I'm not proud of myself" he whispered.
"I know" Harry answered quietly. "But I won't judge you. I would be the last person."
Sam took a last deep breath and started his tale:
"About two years ago a demon took me, because I was chosen. Some kind of a psychic. I had visions and sometimes I could move objects with my mind. But I knew that it wasn't my magic, because… I had this horrible pain after using these powers. When the demon caught me, he showed me what happened to my mother, who died when I was six months old…"
Sam sent a pleading look towards Harry, who just listened to him sadly.
"I found out" Sam's tone turned to desperate, "that I have demon-blood in me. The demon fed me its blood when I was a baby and it killed my mother, because she interrupted us…"
"That's horrible" Harry whispered, threading Sam's fingers with his in comfort. The young man sniffed then continued:
"That night I died and Dean sold his soul for my life. One year later the hellhounds ripped him apart and he went to Hell. I thought he wasn't coming back to me…" Sam wiped his face, but more tears rolled down his cheeks. "He was away for four months and I broke in one day. I got together with a demon called Ruby, who started to teach me how to use my powers from the demon…"
"What kind of demon gave them?" Harry asked in the pause.
"Yellow-eyed" Sam whispered dejectedly. The boy nodded his understanding. "Please, don't leave me!" the young man begged all of a sudden.
"Why would I do that?" Harry asked gently, a bad feeling stirring in his guts.
"Because of what comes next" Sam replied. "Ruby helped to build up my powers, but for that…" Sam silenced from shame and bit his lower lip. Harry just waited patiently for the young man to collect himself. "I drank demon-blood…" Sam forced out finally. "And a lot… I killed a powerful demon and my demonic side broke to the surface: my eyes were black." The young man started crying from the weight of the confession. "The Apocalypse was avoided, because that demon died too early but my eyes remained black for days, black like a raven…"
Harry listened to the story with horror, but he gently pulled the young man closer, who broke down into harsh sobs. Soon Sam calmed down somewhat and spoke up softly:
"I still want it."
"What?" Harry asked dreading the answer already.
"Demon-blood" Sam whispered. "I need it. I haven't drunk any, but I want it so bad…" Harry then noticed the sweat in the young man's skin. "When I'm with you, it's not that bad, but I almost can't think about anything else" Sam sobbed out, breaking down completely.
"I'm going to help you" Harry caressed the chestnut-brown locks. "Thank you for telling me."
"Sammy" a voice floated in from the door then Dean crouched down next to Sam.
"Take him out and look after him!" Harry ordered Dean who helped his brother up. Harry, though, turned to Sam. "The nightmare will be over soon."
As the brothers stumbled out of the room, Sam leaning onto Dean hard so he could use his shaking legs, Harry stepped to the bookshelves. In the middle of that particular shelf he found the book he was looking for: he quickly plucked it out and turned the pages to the directory. Soon he found the right chapter and ran through it to the correct passage. With the pen on the desk he wrote the contents down onto a paper then hurried out to the kitchen. On his way there he found the brothers in the living room: Sam was lying on the couch, covered with a blanket, while Dean was kneeling next to him and wiping him down with a wet cloth.
"Harry…" the young man moaned, his head writhing on the pillow. "Where's Harry?"
The boy stepped to him and Sam grabbed his hand, eyes wide from fright and glinting with fever.
"Don't leave me…" he pleaded. Dean felt the stinging of tears from the desperation in his brother's weak voice.
"I wouldn't even think about that" Harry replied confidently and put his free hand on Sam's hot, clammy one. "Everything will be alright. I'm going to help you!" With that he pressed a kiss on the top of the shaking fingers and continued his way to the kitchen.
"Bobby!" he called out to the man sitting at the table, who instantly jumped up. "I need a cauldron!"
Dean gently wiped his brother's face and neck down with a cool, wet cloth. Sam's gaze was jumping everywhere in the room, like he was anticipating some kind of a danger. Bobby was guarding them from behind and Harry was swallowed up by the kitchen. The blueness of the sky got darker and the full moon's light flooded into the room through the window.
All of a sudden a soft, quiet melody filled the living room. Dean's heart was overflowed with pleasant serenity by the deep, slow tune that calmed even Sam down: with a sigh the young man closed his eyes. Dean listened intently to the melody that brought his mind into the Arabian world and recognized Harry's voice. Glancing at Bobby, he gave the wet cloth to the man, who took it and Dean's place without a word. Dean slowly got to his feet and crept to the kitchen, peeking around the doorway.
Harry was standing at the table and was adding dried, powdered herbs into a little tin cauldron, while he was humming the melody continuously. After the herbs, he started stirring the potion, diamond-white vapor pouring out onto the table's surface from the movement. Next to the ingredients little phials were lined up, half of them glinting from the translucent potion, the other half waiting for their own dose. Soon Harry snatched one up and with a smaller ladle he filled it; he went through the phials one by one, until all the empty ones turned red.
"Dean" the boy called, breaking out the man of his wondering. "Go back to Sam and send Bobby here!"
Dean quickly obeyed and continued wiping his brother's fever-ridden body down. Sam became upset again and started shaking, as well. Soon Harry stepped out of the kitchen.
"Dean!" the boy called again. "Can you bring him up to his room?"
Upstairs Dean and Bobby remained in the background, so that Harry could do his task.
"What are you gonna do now?" Bobby asked. Dean looked at his friend confused, but the older man just nodded towards Sam.
"It's an old ritual" the moment Harry began his explanation, Sam's distress died away. Dean realized with a relieved sigh that Harry's voice has a soothing effect on his brother. "The Wiccan witches used it for the cleansing of the soul, but I found out that the European natives had often done it."
"Wiccan?" Dean asked worriedly. Sam let out a relieved sigh at his brother's voice. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Yes" Harry set up a small table at the end of the bed. "I mastered the Wiccan witchcraft and created a couple of spells, as well. Dean, could you help me?"
Dean stepped next to Harry, who sat on the edge of Sam's bed.
"Sam" the boy called out softly. "Look at me!" Sam slowly opened his eyes.
"Harry…" he moaned hoarsely, but the boy shushed him.
"Sam" Harry called again. "I'm going to help you drink a little Calming Draught. Try to work with me, okay?" Harry then turned to Dean. "Lift his head up!"
Dean did as he was told carefully and Harry slowly got the drink into the young man, paying attention that all of it went down. Sam immediately began breathing deeper, his gaze cleared out somewhat as he looked at them, but his eyes were still glittering from high fever.
"Alright" Harry glanced at Dean. "Go back to Bobby!"
As Harry stepped to the small table, he drew on it a decreasing moon with white chalk, the two tips pointing towards him. In the middle of the drawing he placed a big black candle, one thin black candle on each side of the big one and one golden candle on each tip of the drawing; the latter ones were smaller than the others. He put a small bowl of powdered herbs in the middle of the table. Dean observed the scene with interest and a little fear; he didn't even notice his shaking until Bobby put a hand on his shoulder to soothe him.
Shortly the light of the full moon flooded the room, especially the bed and the table. Harry then picked up the box of matches; lighting one he began the ritual:
"May this fire symbolize Life,
As a gift to this person. I wish,
His years would pass by in contentment.
So mote it be."
Meanwhile, he lit the two small, golden candles. He pulled out another match:
"May this fire symbolize the Body,
As a gift to this person. I wish,
Evil powers would not destroy its shield.
So mote it be."
Meanwhile, he lit the two thin, black candles. Another match:
"May this fire symbolize the Soul,
As a gift to this person. I wish,
Its strength would harden his will.
So mote it be."
With that, the last candle, the big black one, was lit as well. This time, the flame flared once at the word 'strength'. Harry then pinched up a little powder of herbs.
"Our dear Mother, the Moon, send down your silvery blessing upon us! Help this broken soul! The blood of your children is flowing in his veins. Get rid of the influence of evil forces from his soul, and let your wisdom, your grace and your love show the right way for him!"
With that he threw the pinch of powder into the flame of the big black candle, causing the fire to flare up in a high streak towards the ceiling. In the moonlight, silver ashes floated above the bed and landed on Sam's body then they disappeared, as if they melted into his skin.
Harry then picked up the big candle and poured drops of wax onto the powder then he lighted another match with the candle's flame and held it above the powder. He drew a circle with the match counter-clockwise, causing the powder to smoke. Harry waved the smoke towards the bed with slow, careful movements.
"Rosemary" Bobby whispered. Dean, however, was still observing the ritual. Harry put the bowl down onto the table and stepped to the bed. He turned back one last time towards Dean, who nodded once. Harry nodded back then sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Mother Moon, give me strength for this battle!" he breathed shakily then cupped Sam's face in his hands and kissed him. Dean watched the pair worriedly then in the next moment he swallowed: as Harry pulled away, his and Sam's mouth were linked with raven-black smoke that was steadily swallowed down by the boy, and at the same time it was gradually pulled out of Sam. The young man's back visibly arched from the force of the pull. When the smoke disappeared, Sam fell back onto the mattress and Harry quickly stumbled away from the bed. Bobby immediately led him away. Dean hurried to Sam, who woke up with a sharp gasp. The man carefully sat his brother up, when a tortured cry broke the silence. Sam instantly snapped his head up and his eyes widened: Harry was lying on the floor, while Bobby was just standing further away.
"Why aren't you helping him?" Sam asked, seeing Harry's writhing body. "He's hurting!"
Hearing Sam, Bobby hurried to the young man's side, while Dean stood up and walked in front of the bed, careful about the table there. Harry then got up to his feet.
"Now, now, boys" he spoke in a deep voice as he straightened out. "This was a daring action." Harry then looked up at the others: a pair of yellow eyes glinted in the moonlight.
TBC
DUN-DUN-DUNNN! Hehe...
So, how did you like it? I don't think I will ever invent another ritual... :(
Anyway, hope you like the slightly "Badass!Harry" I put into the chapter. That boy has guts... He hasn'tmet me and Sadie yet. -giggles madly with Sadie, whose eyes glint with gleeful madness- Okay, we're not that bad, right? -Sadie nods, her fingers crossed behind her back-
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See you soon!