And From The Ashes | By : lunablue Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: And From the Ashes
Author: Lunablue.
Email: Deadredsocks@yahoo.com
Pairings: Draco/Harry, mentions of non-consensual Harry/Voldemort
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and affiliated characters belong to J.K. Rowling and associated
companies. Certain quotes, themes and ideas used in this story belong to the author of it's prequel,
One Piece of Parchment by Amanuensis, which I highly suggest you go and read before continuing.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sequel to One Piece of Parchment by Amanuensis. What if the magick he cast with blood and fire worked, if time it's self felt pity ? What if Harry had his wish granted, except he had to go back and write the story himself ?
Categories: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Violence, Horror
Sequel to: One Piece of Parchment by Amanuensis http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/10/onepiece.html
Chapter One
"It's going to be all right, Hedwig," he whispered. "It happened, you know. Somewhere they all did live happily ever after."
And in a near by fire, a single piece of parchment was burnt to ashes.
Something, somewhere, heard him. Something older than time and beyond the physical plane, something primeval, ancient as the old magicks themselves. It stirred, ever so little, out of it's deep slumber and whispered two simple words before falling back into oblivion.
" Wish granted. "
****
Fifth year . . .
Harry Potter was currently sitting in Double Potions, half heartedly taking notes on Professor Snape's speech, " 103 uses of skinned Flubberworms '. It was a hot August day and a strange humidity within the dungeons was placing people on the brink of sleep. The humidity was so bad in fact that when Neville Longbottom actually fell asleep, Professor Snape's response was "Oh, for the gods sake. Three points from Gryffindor for not going to sleep early enough last night."
But his tone of voice was tired resignation and he continued to let Neville snore away as he went back to lecturing. "Use 54; When placed in a mixture of rats blood and crushed spider legs, skinned Flubberworms turn the potion a dull brown, chemically adding . . .'
Clearly not a situation a person would feel threatened in, unless you believed in wasting to death of boredom. Harry Potter was an avid believer of such possibilities.
They had just reached Use 79 when the bell rang, indicating the end of class. Thankfully, it was the last class of the day and dinner would be served in a few hours. As the class dispersed, Snape to worn out to even assign homework, Hermione Granger walked over to her two best friends. "As enormously fascinating as that was, and believe me it was, even I refuse to remind him of our forgotten homework assignment."
As Ron Weasley just groaned, shook his head and walked towards the door mumbling about ice cubes and penguins, Harry decided Hermione must have been the only person not affected by the heat. Her hair was pulled back in a lose bun and her clothes were fresh and crisp, not an ounce of sweat gleamed from her skin. Groaning, he grabbed her by the arm and half jogged to catch up to Ron. After they were well out of the dungeons and away from the sick humidity Ron asked, "So where should we go tell last meal?"
The three of them stood and stared at each other for a few seconds before saying in unison, "Somewhere cool !"
Moving in accord they turned and headed towards the Great Hall, famous for it's never changing 62 degrees. Nearing the entrance Harry noticed that the crowed of students walking in the same direction begin to grow considerably thicker. "Bloody hell," said Ron, pointing Draco Malfoy and his ever present clique, only a few yards and a group of 3rd year Hufflepuffs ahead of them. "even the Slytherins have crawled out of their dungeons."
"Ronald Weasley! Do not dare pick a fight with them, it is entirely to hot for such antics and either way I am in no mood for it." Since Hermione decided to continue threatening Ron with the consequences of starting a fight with Malfoy, ( no kisses for a week), just to make sure he complied with her demands, Harry was the only one that consciously noticed they had entered the Great Hall. His two friends were lost in their own world.
Amidst the low level murmurs of Hogwarts student body, the three friends sat down together. While Hermione and Ron continued to hold their semi-private conversation, which had by now moved onto how wrong of them it had been to leave poor Neville asleep in the dungeons, Harry pulled out his Book of Nothingness. The Book of Nothingness was the size of a text book and six inches thick, covered in deep black and pages made of woven parchment. Inside it he recorded everything from visions of Voldemort to the weird and random thoughts that ran through his head during History of Magick. Today he simply let his hand draw what it wished as his mind roamed, "What in the world?. . . are Flitwick and Snape actually holding a civil conversation?'
As Harry came back to reality his and his eyes refocused the first thing he saw was the picture. There was a picture of himself, naked, squatting on his parchment, made of faint, thin lines while the scars on his arms and legs were made thickly and the jagged lightening bolt on his head was thickest of all. But the most nauseating part was how drawing y's y's mouth was gnawing away at a dead owls chest, dimly Harry recognized the half eaten owl to be Hedwig. Drawing Harry's eyes were closed and he seemed singularly serene and at he same time, filled with an emotion far beyond agony. It was the face of a man who'd excepted his fate, who'd given up and given in.
The last thing Harry remembered before falling unconscious was his Book of Nothingness exploding into a pulsing black ball in between his hands, glowing bright as a star.
****
"Oh, I think he's coming around! Ron, quickly! Go fetch Madam Pomfrey, tell her Harry's woke up."
The grating sound of a chair sliding against the floor as Ron took off made Harry curl up in a ball.
"Harry, are you all right? Can you hear me?" Hermione's soothing voice rubbed across his spine like velvet, making Harry want to stretch and arch his back like a cat, maybe purr for a moment or two. At sam same time thoughts were racing around his head at a thousand kilos an hour, and not showing any chance of slowing down.
"It's another trick Harry, like last time. Master Vodemort will leave us here just long enough to start to believe, just long enough to truly make it hurt, and then he'll take us away. He'll take us away and hurt us again. We mustn't fall for it, just ignore it, they're all dead and can't help us anyways.'
But Hermione's quiet, insistent voice wouldn't leave him alone, even when he curled up into his tightest ball, and the steady click of soft heeled shoes warned him that Madam Pomfrey was coming back with Ron.
"Mustn't think of them that way. There are no Hermione's or Madam Pomfrey's or Ron's anymore. They're all dead and these are just another of Master Voldemorts more inventive tortures.'
"Ah, Mr. Potter. So glad to see you aw. . .good heavens boy! What on earth are you doing? Does your stomach ache, perhaps something a bowl of soup or a cup of tea would help?"
"Oh, I can't take it much more. Why won't they go away? Can't they see I can't deal with anymore mind games at the moment?'
"Mr. Potter?"
"Harry?"
"Hermione, what's going on? What's wrong with Harry?"
"Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut UP Shut up shut up shut up up up up SHUT UP!" Harry screamed hoarsely.
Jumping out of the bed, to their horror, Harry launched himself into the nearest corner, where he huddled. Holding onto the strings of his hair as if the world depended on it to stay sane, he rocked back and forth, whispering. "Your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not real your not. . ."
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Well folks, that's all for this chapter. If you enjoyed it. . . review please. If you hated it. . . . flame me please. Either way I would love to hear from you. And I hope you are all happy, 'cause I was * Planning * on going to school today, seeing as it's Thursday and I haven't been there all damn week. But nooo, I just had to get this chapter out today. So, enjoy! Making losing my education worth while and review!
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