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Chapter 1 Remember
by Vahn Thorren & Unnamable Partner (AKA RedHawk )
Disclaimer: I do not own below characters of said franchise in prior disclaimer. I relinquish such claims and delusions. The song used in this particular chapter is credited to HOLE. I have, on a lighter note, recently acquired Jerry Potter which is almost as good.
Notes: Chapter two, dun dun dun. Whateva, not as if anyone is reading this so fuck it. Oh, how I wish you all would. No flames please. oki doki! Both of these scenes happened after harry's "encounter" and don't worry you're still supposed to be in the dark about all of that.
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He's Dead?
The past week has been an eventful one, though not without it's own tragedies. It would seem the death of the greatly feared dark wizard Voldemort would be a celebrated one, thought it has now been confirmed that this celebration will come at a cost, writes Rita skeeter. The tragic death of Harry Potter has officially been declared, by sources who will be left anonymous at request, linked with the demise of the underworld sorcerer. Unchallenged are rumors and speculation surrounding a disturbing note left by the youth which suggests a suicide pact on the part of Harry as well as Voldemort, which were both found in the most "compromising" of positions...
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We're in Harry's room, Hermoine and I. She's bent over his trunk. Looking through it like Harry's inside, like the answer to all these questions of hers are hidden at the bottom. Wrapped in plastic With her name on it, written in bright green highlighter pen. It isn't, and I hope for her sake, she knows those answers aren't really there. She turns her head towards me, with a look of pure frustration on her (not so/maybe possibly pretty) face.
"Must you idle here. Is there not anything else Draco could be doing besides lurking behind me in *this* room." her voice is cold, sterile is a good word.
"No, he does not" I match her tone instinctually, acid and steel. I have every right to be here, she wouldn't know any of that of course... She turns back, slowly, as if fearful I'm going to pull a knife from my robes and ram the heavy thing in to the back of her skull.
"...morbid...morbid girl." I think aloud, almost grinning at the humor in the remark.
"If you have any better ideas." she snaps, misunderstanding the comment. Spinning back to her work in a violent fashion, she allows a string of incoherent curses escape her lips. Her hair shuddering in the inertia. Her shoulders slack in resignation and she reaches back in to his trunk. Removing objects she deems suspicious, handing them to the floor while I stand behind her, hands empty. I kneel down next to her. She shifts away. I carefully pick up a slender shard of mirror, the length of my arm, lined with fine rust colored stains. I drop it on the carpet realizing it's use, I decide not to mention it. Hermoine is already at her wits end.
"Kinky" I mutter just to annoy her, fingering a leather glove she lays carefully against the burgundy carpeting. She looks as though she's ready to slap me.
"Stop touching them." The gloves have chains attached to them, bondage gloves. "Fuck. Why are you here anyway! To smile and pretend you were his friend," She screams, her voice cracking as she runs out of breath. The tension eats her like fruitcake. She picks up a Cd case, takes a deep breath. "He's gone and your not making this any easier," her knuckles go white, her grip on the plastic is fantastic. She crushes the bloody thing right there, sending fine invisible splinters across the room and in to her hand. She rises to her feet, cradingly the wounded hand. "So just leave..." I sit there shocked. Tears in her eyes.
"I...uh..." I stutter, my tongue numb and awkward, eyes sting a little.
"Leave!" She shrieks, slapping me , smearing her own blood across the side of my face. My eye feels like it's going to explode. She's stunned. I can feel the red hand print glowing on my face, I blink.
"I...." she looks almost regretful getting up, her rage expended, she flees. The door slams behind her, leaving me alone with all the abruptness and finality of her exit. I feel blood trickle down my chin. She split my lip. I look down at the Cd she crushed. My eyes blurred. I pick up the fractured case, pieces falling off landing on the floor like snow
"Yes..." I mumble as I examine it. "I remember..." I fall to my knees before accepting the embrace of the floor, amongst the broken plastic and ill gotten relics of Harry's short life. I close my eyes, I almost hear the night itself, having since grown muted and thin. His voice too perhaps? Is it his voice, lost already to tension. Despair. Incomprehensible destiny, impalpable silence.
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It's eleven something, we're in my room. He's in my bed. His head under a pillow. I sit there paging a textbook listlessly. Harry hums under my pillow.
"Can hear those bloody hufflepuffs having their parties upstairs." I close the book slumping heavily on to the bed.
"The wankers" his sarcastic tone clear through silk case and down.
"Yeah"
"You have anything to drink?" now free of my pillows he'd buried himself in.
"Un huh" I pull a hip flask from my pocket, tossing it to him. he opens it, and sips, testing it. He grimaces.
"Uh, whiskey?"
"Yep" I respond nonchalantly. I lay down beside him. "I think I know this song" the beat hits us 19 stories beneath.
"Hollow walls." he murmurs turning towards me.
"Spooky school" I take a sip from the flask. I close my eyes feeling the blood buzz in my head.
"Nice song."
"Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate
How'd you stay alive
Help me please
Burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh, come on be alive again
Don't Lay down and die."
He shifts, lying on his back. I can feel him move closer ever so slightly. He groans something indecipherable through his pillow. I listen to the music, eyes shut. Hypnotized by the creaking of the bed springs beneath us. I turn away from him. He won't be ignored will he?
"Hey, hey
You know what to do
Oh, baby drive away to Malibu
Get well soon
How are you so burnt
When your barely on fire
Cry to the angels
I'm gonna rescue you
I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby
Pour over me"
Indecision, is this what he needs? He's sitting up now I can feel the weight shift. His eyes on me, stroking my face like fingers. Scraping across my skin like claws? I try not to open my eyes, I don't want to see what I know I will. But I do. My eyes flutter open adjusting to the light, and I see his face. his body bent over mine. I feel the warmth he radiates. He glows. A smirk, on whose part I still wonder. Our lips collide, blinding and transcendent. I reciprocate unknowingly. Every nerve shot to hell, burned out. Lost in the distance between us.
"Hey, hey
We're all watching you
Oh, baby, fly away to Malibu
And let them swallow you
Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu
...And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And the sun goes down
I walk in to the waves
And I knew
Love would tear you apart
Oh and I knew
The darkest secret of your heart."
My fingers thread through ebon hair, his tongue explores my mouth with such anxiousness. His hips grind against mine in a violent impatient cycle, tearing guttural moans from my throat. My legs part, his fingers trace the length of my thighs. A hand, a weapon, an explosion of feverent passions. He grips my back, making small tears in my shirt. I turn my head, exposing my neck. Anxious lips find their way. Lips skate my collar bone. I find the lacerations, hidden o carefully beneath his sweater. I'll make him forget everything.
"I'm gonna follow you
Oh, baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu.
Oceans of angels
Oceans of stars
Down by the sea is where you
Drown your scars"
He sits back up, straddling my waist. his right hand running up my ribcage. I look up, he fixes me with is spectral gaze, emerald and clouds. His face veiled by the shadows of my dungeon chamber. He bites is lips and brushes the raven locks from his face, exposing those forest eyes. He warps the space between us, I'm drawn to him, pulled, my thoughts and doubts and hesitations twisted and bleeding. Torn apart by his gravity, banished by his willingness, his need. For the moment anyway. My hands grip his wrists. I can feel his pulse, faster and faster. His breathing is hard, uneven. I could stop, and end it here. Push Harry off of me. I don't want him to do this. Do I?
But I don't stop him, I never do. Fuck me.
My arms curl themselves around his lithe frame, infinitely possessive, I don't stop. I pull him down, back on to the bed. What am I doing? He trembles as I roll him on to his back. His hands threading through my hair and come hither smile plays on his lips. An act, a shield, a delicate facade struggling to hide the tension. He shudders, still unsure, still afraid. He closes his eyes and looks away. Tears seep through, and trail down his cheeks. So like the scars he conceal with magic and long sleeves. False smiles and contact lenses.
"I'll never hurt you like that..." I lean forward, his lips taste like oranges
"...I know..." he whispers in the voice of a frightened child,
"They'll never touch you again, I promise..." Do I taste the tang of old blood in his kiss?
"...I can't be near you
The light just radiates
I can't be near you
the light just radiates..."
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I had the golden boy that night. I know I'll never again feel myself being torn apart, shredded by such delectable force. Never again will I know the pleasure of being flayed alive by the fury of his hands and tongue. The sensation of his flesh, exposed and pressed eagerly against mine. I know I'll live my life in a state of pathetic anti-climax after the night I received in to myself this carnal angel for the first time. That night I began the gradual process of bring Harry back to life. A process which would ultimatly kill him. Throughout the coming year, I'd be the one who gave him back his heart. I'd be the one who shattered the fragile creature in the end. I was empty afterward, having offered all that was left of my own wounded form of love in the maelstrom of our clashing bodies.
I fucked him.
I fucked him good. And that was that.
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