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Leech	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

Have no idea where this story came from, or even where it will go. It just� is. So please bear with me on this journey to wherever, I know only that it starts around the time of the final battle, then moves back in time, to when Voldemort rose again, and even before that, to the days of Tom Riddle as young boy, still living in an orphanage.

There will most likely be violence and language somewhere in this tale, hopefully lemons too. Good ones and bad. I will try and remember to give warnings at the beginning of the chapters. Please don�t shoot me if I forget. Definitely spoilers for DH, so if you haven�t read book 7, be warned. Saying that, a lot of it will probably not be compliant with what we do know since I alter the facts to suit myself. You know I do it.

ccino

LEECH

LEECH: Annelids. Bloodsucking creature.

LEECH: To take sustenance from another.

Chapter 1

His fist closed tightly around the boys robes. �Look at me.� He tried to make his voice a command, but the pain that welled through his body, the blood gurgling in his throat took away his normally authoritative mien. The memories were free now, collected by the Granger girl in a conjured jar.

He was dying, he knew that, but he needed to look into those green eyes once more before he died. Lily�s eyes. He wanted them imprinted into his psyche before� Yes, those green depths, those caring jade orbs, emerald pools he wanted to dive right into.

His vision clouded, the vice like grip of his fingers rapidly losing their hold. �Lily. I can�t see you Lily.�

He lost sight for a moment, the sea of emerald pastures before him merging into a darker, deeper, almost muddy brown.

Barely noticing as his hand relinquished its hold and fell to the floor, he saw a new pair of eyes. Who�s eyes were they? Are they? Eyes vaguely familiar, but not enough to be recognizable. Yet there was something� comfortable in those eyes, the warm chocolate depths that beckoned him, welcomed him. He struggled to take another breath, not yet willing to relinquish the tenuous hold he had on life, he wanted to know first who those eyes belonged to before he released his last, parting, shallow breath.

So as much as he was able through the torrent of pain that coursed through him, he concentrated on those wide cocoa spheres.

The last vestiges of consciousness flitted rapidly from his brain, it was too difficult to draw even a shallow breath now and all went black.

SS

Kathy shoved the oven door closed with a nudge of her hip, a clunk telling her the catch had caught and the door wouldn�t swing back and catch her unawares as it sometimes did. She placed the metal tray on the hob and slid the four steak and kidney pies onto a plate to cool.

The clang of the tray being dropped into the sink masked the dull thud from the living room as she proceeded to turn on the tap. There were other things baking so she left the tray to soak, no point running a bowl of hot water for one item.

She sat at the table to drink the almost cold cup of tea she�d made and forgotten about until just now. She was forever doing this, forgetting things. It became a habit to leave notes about the house, reminders of what she needed to do, where she needed to go and why.

She�d not left the little one up one down house for three weeks now. She grew most of her vegetables in the small garden out back and only ventured to the shops when it was absolutely necessary.

This was her life, no job, no friends, a small income that came from� she knew not where, only that it did come, and was enough for her to live comfortably, if sparingly.

She knew something was missing from her life, something she�d had, but was now gone. The only trouble was, she didn�t know what was missing.

Sometimes she thought she knew, odd flashes of memory occasionally assaulted her mind at irregular intervals. Sometimes the flashes made her feel almost happy, at others they filled her with terror. Then there were others that left her feeling empty, but the strangest were the ones she remembered, the ones she had most often. Those memories had a little more clarity then the rest, but they were so brief she was unable to place them.

She would remember herself pleading for something, a heavy weight holding her down, sharp pains everywhere, and dark eyes, black eyes staring down at her. They were cold, hard eyes, unreadable as the person that possessed them moved quietly, removing one of those weights from her, then something on her neck. Cool fingers, touching, pressing roughly at first, then pulling away and the eyes returning to look closer, studying her for a moment. Then� something� something that pointed at her. Was the dark eyed person holding whatever it was? She wasn�t sure but she though perhaps he was. He? Was it a he? He opened his mouth, his lips moving, saying something she didn�t want to hear.

Kathy pleaded with the eyes, the silent voice not to say those dreaded words. What those words were was beyond her, she only knew she did not want to hear them applied to her.

SS

�Bugger.� Kathy had been so lost in her thoughts her tea was now completely cold. The timer buzzed on the oven, letting her know the rest of the pies were ready.

This time she turned off the gas and removed four fruit pies. They were placed on a plate next to the meat pies and the tray put to soak in the sink.

She whipped round when her attention was caught by a faint scraping noise.

Grabbing the rolling pin of the drainer she moved towards the half open door that led into the living room.

A quick nervous peep round the doorframe revealed nothing, but her heard thudded fit to burst, all her senses telling her that something was in her house that shouldn�t be.

She jumped at the almost inaudible tapping sound from the floor to her right, just behind the sofa.

�Shit.� A muttered curse before she looked a little further into the room.

Hair. She could see hair. Black, so black it was almost blue in the light that shone down through the window. Again, that scratching noise.

Heart hammering, hardly taking a breath, Kathy stepped cautiously into the room.

There, a pair of boots poking out from the other end of the sofa. One of the boots moved the tiniest bit and she jumped back a step, expecting at any moment the figure behind her couch would leap up and see her.

Only it didn�t. She stood watching for what felt like an eternity, when in fact it was mere seconds, her gaze switching constantly from hair to boots, waiting, anticipating, trembling from head to foot, terrified, and at the same time drawn, curious.
It became too much, doing nothing, unable to decide whether to run out the back door, or move closer and see what� who the intruder was and why he(?) just laid there.
Taking a deep breath, she ran into the kitchen and opened the back door wide, ready for a hasty exit if need be, then she slowly made her way back to the living room.

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