The Slytherin Within | By : aaminah Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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DISCLAIMER
I do not own any of the characters or places portrayed in
this story. They are all property of
J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. Inc, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and
Raincoast Books and perhaps various others I have failed to name here. No copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. No money is being made. The plot is purely mine and is only intended
to amuse and entertain those lovers of Harry Potter fanfiction.
WARNING
This story will contain slash. It will most definitely contain a Harry/Draco
pairing and is subject to any other pairing that may strike me as amusing or
convenient. There will be sex of the
homosexual variety and perhaps some heterosexual as well. I haven’t decided how else this story may
deviate from “suitable for all ages” material but I am sure it will knowing how
my mind works.
If you do not like this kind of material, please do not
read. If you choose to ignore my warning
so be it but please do not flame me because of my writings.
On to the real story…
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The room was filled with a green haze; the air thick with
the feel of death and destruction. From
a pillar in the middle of the floor a bright, pure white light burst
forth. The room was cleared and all that
was left was a small heap of rags in one corner. That heap began to stir and groan
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Harry awoke drenched in sweat. He had had that dream again. He was sure it had something to do with his
final battle with the Dark Lord but something always left him questioning if
his premonitions were right.
He got up and stretched, looking around at the assortment of
furniture in the room he was sharing with Ron.
He had ended up back at Grimmauld Place
at the end of the summer. There he spent
many days wandering around the rooms and thinking of his life after
graduation. His parents and Sirius had
left him well endowed but that mattered little to the Boy Who Lived. What mattered was that he was alone in the
world, despite the love showered upon him by the Weasleys, Hermione, and many
of the other members of the Order. After
this year, Harry would be leaving the school and its familiar comforts. He would have to strike out on his own and
face the wizarding world head on, with no one by his side. This thought bothered him to no end.
Harry padded down the stairs, careful to avoid Mrs. Black’s
screaming portrait. He made his way into
the kitchen to find himself surrounding by a multitude of people.
“Happy Birthday, Harry!” exclaimed Mum Weasley while
wrapping Harry in a ferocious hug.
“Come, sit down and eat. No sense
in letting the breakfast get cold.”
He took a seat on the long bench between Hermione and
Ron. Ron punched him playfully on the
shoulder. “How’s it feel to be older
now, mate?”
“Seriously, Ron, you would think there are more important
things to ask him than how it feels to be older. I mean seriously, older than what?” Hermione
went off on some tangent vaguely related to relative age and how you really
weren’t older on your birthday than you were the day before.
Harry grabbed a piece of toast and began buttering it
vigorously while trying to think of a way to get Hermione to spill the “more
important things” without seeming too nosy.
Finally he settles on letting her ramble and baiting Ron instead; he was
usually easier to get to spill the beans anyway. “So, what is going on today that I should
know about?”
Ron shrugged and muttered something into his cereal. “What was that, I’m not quite sure I heard
you?”
Ron looked around to make sure no one was listening before
turning to Harry and whispering, “Mum said we could go with her into Diagon
Alley to get things for school instead of staying at home. The Order apparently deemed it safe enough
since it has been ages since anyone has seen or heard anything from You Know
Who. Mum was waiting until your birthday
for us to go as kind of a present.”
Harry looked at Ron in disbelief. They had been cooped up in the house since
earlier in the month and had been under strict orders not to go anywhere near
the door or windows and anyone who was caught even thinking of leaving would be
stricken with a horrible hex. It was
true that there had been no word of the Dark Lord since Harry’s battle with him
at the end of last term but that they would be allowed to wander in Diagon
Alley was wonderful news.
“Harry, Harry…for Merlin’s sakes Harry will you pay
attention!” Hermione was looking a bit
red in the face, having been trying to rouse Harry from his musings for the
last five minutes. “Mrs. Weasley said to
go upstairs, get dressed, and return here in twenty minutes. She has an announcement to make.”
“Oh, thanks Hermione.
Sorry ‘bout not answering you I was thinking about something Ron had
said.” With that explained he quickly
got up and ran up the stairs a little more enthusiastic to start the day than
he had been an hour earlier.
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