To Die and Live Again
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,185
Reviews:
4
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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.
The Unhappiness Farrie
A.N. Welcome back. I'm glad you liked it. Well. I hope you liked it at least. I liked it at least. Not many people reviewed, but thats ok. I would appreciate reviews before I write another chapter though. Well... wasnt that last chapter so depressing? The next one isn't going to be much better. But I swear on my honor as a Harry Potter maniack, that it will get better. Now, I have two endings planned out for this fic. Sad and Happy. It all depends on the reviews I get. I'm not going to tell you how I'm polling them ither. So. If you want a say in it. REVIEW GOD DAMNIT!
Warning: OK. You all know how this goes, so do I really have to say it again? I thought not. But i like the word sex so I'm gona do it anyways. THERE IS SEX. SEXY SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX AND MORE SEX! Not nessisarily in this chapter but comming soon, to a ficy near you.
Disclaimer: ok, after that fiasco I had last chapter, I am so not claiming them as mine anymore. OK!
Now on with the story.
Chapter two ~
5 hours passed. 10 hours passed. And yet the only thing that seemed to stir Harry from his sleep was the people passing and kicking him in the head along the way. He moaned and sat up groggily as a platform boot his him strait on in the temple. Man did that hurt or what?
Harry sat up to find out who the idiot was and wasnt really surprised when he came face to face with none other than one of the bains of his existance. Draco Malfoy. Cold steel grey eyes looked back at him and he glared up at the figure in front of him. Wait. Was Malfoy wearing a skirt?! HE WAS! ((gasp*)) Insted of the regualr Slytherin boys uniform, he was wearing what seemed to be, a Slytherin girls uniform. Malfoy cross dressed.
Of corse he had no reason to. to. He certanly had the body for it. Hairless legs that woman kill for, a shapely ass, curves in all the right places. Well, save for where the boobs would normally be. But otherwise, you wouldnt be able to tell the difference.
Malfoy glared down at him with the upmost hate that he seemed to see every day. "You should watch where your sleeping Potter. One of these days I might have an urge to crush that messy mop you call a head." Malfoys insults seemed to die down quite a bit in the last year. Of corse, the rumor was that Malfoy knew he was going to die soon and just wanted to save the best bit of it for when he got to see Potter die on a stick. Just like their beloved Jesus.
Harry meerly stood up and walked off down the hall paying no mind to the look Malfoy was giving him. It didnt seem to be lust, but love. No. Not possible. Malfoy and Potter. How unherd of do you have to get to realize that it was the dumest thing in the world. Well, Harry hardly noticed and for once, Draco actually cared.
Harry looked at the time. Oops. He seemed to miss his morning classes and part of his afternoon classes too. But hey, even the savior of the world cant be on time all the time. Harry laughed as he pictured the last battle and him sleeping in. Just something he would actually do.
~Harry's laughable imagination~
The battle field was quiet. The light army stood lined up ready to fight in the perfect positions. The dark army stood the same way with its leader in the middle watching the watch on his wrist. ((its my fic so if i say volemort has a wristwatch, the voldemort has a wristwatch)) They all waited in anticipation for the one who would start and end this battle. Harry Potter.
Of corse, being the savior of the world did have its advantages, at least in Harry's imagination. The war would wait till he got out of bed.
The tence silence was broken as someone could be herd stumbling down the middle of the battle lines. Harry hopped down the rows pulling on a boot, a piece of toast still hanging from his mouth and his robes all thrown in different directions.
He came to stand in front of his army as he stuffed the last bit of toast in his mouth and looked around as someone handed him the Gryffindor sword. He buckled it to his waist and looked forwards to meet the gaze of Voldemort.
"Nice of you to finally show up so we could get this show on the road." Harry glared and raised his sword. But Voldemort raised his hand to say hold it.
Voldemort's hand came to his mouth where signaling to Harry that he still had some grape jelly on his mouth. Harry whiped it away and Voldemort waved his hand in front of him to let Harry commence with the fighting.
~End Harry's laughable imagination~
What a way to put a light face on war. Unfortunatly, it wasnt so pleasant when you broke it down. The weight of the world on your shoulders, everyone always watching you making sure you dont betray them and always being used. Not only as a shield, but as a fuck too. Many times he had gone on dates and come back only knowing that the person wanted down his pants more than anything.
Harry sighed and looked up from the ground. Familliar treding paths had lead him strait to Professor Dumbledore's office. And that was the last person he wanted to see. After Sirius died, and Moony, the man had practically turned aganced him.
It just goes to show you that, as an infamous professor used to say "Fame isn't everything." HA! Yet again, Harry had found a way to shine some light on the dark situation. He had better be carefull, ever time he seemed a little happier than miserable, some magic farrie of unhappiness came to swoop it away.
But there was always some form of light in darkness. At least that was the hope that Harry tryed to hold on to. What was the light here? He still didnt know. But hey, there was some somewhere.
And speak of the farrie of unhappiness, he seemed to be sweeping down the hall at an alarming pace.
"Hello professor."
"Mr. Potter"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A.N. ok. Well, there are alot of spelling mistakes. I just know it even though this fucking program wont show them. Im terribly sorry about them. if there is soemthing i seemed to have missed, please let me know. I can fix it! I swear i can!
On another topic, I hope you liked this chapter. Please read and review. I would appreciate it greatly. Thanks a bunch!
Warning: OK. You all know how this goes, so do I really have to say it again? I thought not. But i like the word sex so I'm gona do it anyways. THERE IS SEX. SEXY SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX AND MORE SEX! Not nessisarily in this chapter but comming soon, to a ficy near you.
Disclaimer: ok, after that fiasco I had last chapter, I am so not claiming them as mine anymore. OK!
Now on with the story.
Chapter two ~
5 hours passed. 10 hours passed. And yet the only thing that seemed to stir Harry from his sleep was the people passing and kicking him in the head along the way. He moaned and sat up groggily as a platform boot his him strait on in the temple. Man did that hurt or what?
Harry sat up to find out who the idiot was and wasnt really surprised when he came face to face with none other than one of the bains of his existance. Draco Malfoy. Cold steel grey eyes looked back at him and he glared up at the figure in front of him. Wait. Was Malfoy wearing a skirt?! HE WAS! ((gasp*)) Insted of the regualr Slytherin boys uniform, he was wearing what seemed to be, a Slytherin girls uniform. Malfoy cross dressed.
Of corse he had no reason to. to. He certanly had the body for it. Hairless legs that woman kill for, a shapely ass, curves in all the right places. Well, save for where the boobs would normally be. But otherwise, you wouldnt be able to tell the difference.
Malfoy glared down at him with the upmost hate that he seemed to see every day. "You should watch where your sleeping Potter. One of these days I might have an urge to crush that messy mop you call a head." Malfoys insults seemed to die down quite a bit in the last year. Of corse, the rumor was that Malfoy knew he was going to die soon and just wanted to save the best bit of it for when he got to see Potter die on a stick. Just like their beloved Jesus.
Harry meerly stood up and walked off down the hall paying no mind to the look Malfoy was giving him. It didnt seem to be lust, but love. No. Not possible. Malfoy and Potter. How unherd of do you have to get to realize that it was the dumest thing in the world. Well, Harry hardly noticed and for once, Draco actually cared.
Harry looked at the time. Oops. He seemed to miss his morning classes and part of his afternoon classes too. But hey, even the savior of the world cant be on time all the time. Harry laughed as he pictured the last battle and him sleeping in. Just something he would actually do.
~Harry's laughable imagination~
The battle field was quiet. The light army stood lined up ready to fight in the perfect positions. The dark army stood the same way with its leader in the middle watching the watch on his wrist. ((its my fic so if i say volemort has a wristwatch, the voldemort has a wristwatch)) They all waited in anticipation for the one who would start and end this battle. Harry Potter.
Of corse, being the savior of the world did have its advantages, at least in Harry's imagination. The war would wait till he got out of bed.
The tence silence was broken as someone could be herd stumbling down the middle of the battle lines. Harry hopped down the rows pulling on a boot, a piece of toast still hanging from his mouth and his robes all thrown in different directions.
He came to stand in front of his army as he stuffed the last bit of toast in his mouth and looked around as someone handed him the Gryffindor sword. He buckled it to his waist and looked forwards to meet the gaze of Voldemort.
"Nice of you to finally show up so we could get this show on the road." Harry glared and raised his sword. But Voldemort raised his hand to say hold it.
Voldemort's hand came to his mouth where signaling to Harry that he still had some grape jelly on his mouth. Harry whiped it away and Voldemort waved his hand in front of him to let Harry commence with the fighting.
~End Harry's laughable imagination~
What a way to put a light face on war. Unfortunatly, it wasnt so pleasant when you broke it down. The weight of the world on your shoulders, everyone always watching you making sure you dont betray them and always being used. Not only as a shield, but as a fuck too. Many times he had gone on dates and come back only knowing that the person wanted down his pants more than anything.
Harry sighed and looked up from the ground. Familliar treding paths had lead him strait to Professor Dumbledore's office. And that was the last person he wanted to see. After Sirius died, and Moony, the man had practically turned aganced him.
It just goes to show you that, as an infamous professor used to say "Fame isn't everything." HA! Yet again, Harry had found a way to shine some light on the dark situation. He had better be carefull, ever time he seemed a little happier than miserable, some magic farrie of unhappiness came to swoop it away.
But there was always some form of light in darkness. At least that was the hope that Harry tryed to hold on to. What was the light here? He still didnt know. But hey, there was some somewhere.
And speak of the farrie of unhappiness, he seemed to be sweeping down the hall at an alarming pace.
"Hello professor."
"Mr. Potter"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A.N. ok. Well, there are alot of spelling mistakes. I just know it even though this fucking program wont show them. Im terribly sorry about them. if there is soemthing i seemed to have missed, please let me know. I can fix it! I swear i can!
On another topic, I hope you liked this chapter. Please read and review. I would appreciate it greatly. Thanks a bunch!