Intemporaliter Reus vobis | By : Tamura Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1127 -:- 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. |
A/N: So, I’m finally
writing a Harry Potter fic. I’m not going to tell you
the pairing, it will become rather obvious within the
first few chapters. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental
as I wrote this totally randomly. And do I really have to tell you that I don’t
own Harry Potter? No, didn’t think so.
Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF,
OotP
Intemporaliter
Reus vobis
Harry
was sitting on his bed, looking out at the stormy night sky. So far the year
had been fine, no visions, only a few attacks, and no deaths. It was actually
rather amazing. He had done well on his OWLs at the
end of last year, even with everything that had happened. He hadn’t passed History of Magic or
Divination but then again he wasn’t expecting to. Nor had his grade been high
enough for Astronomy, he had only had an A after all. He was happy with the
rest of his grades though – an E in Charms and Care of Magical Creatures, and Outstandings in both Transfiguration and DADA. His biggest
surprise came in Potions, where he scored an O. He was pretty sure Snape wasn’t happy that he had managed to get his
NEWT-level class – he had been pretty dead set on the fact that there was no
way Potter could possibly get the highest score on the OWL with his skills. He
had seen the surprise on his face when he came in the first day but Snape had quickly covered it with disgust.
He shifted restlessly, remembering
that any visions over the summer would have made things infinitely worse. He
hadn’t known what had caused the viciousness to escalate until he came back to
Hogwarts in September. It didn’t change things though – just made him even less
trustworthy of the old coot. After everything he had been through in fifth
year, ending with Sirius going through the veil, and the moment he got back to
number 4 Privet Drive, he had been literally dragged up the stairs by his hair
and thrown into the ratty bedroom. He could hear the locks slam into place and
in his gut knew that this summer was going to be hell. Harry shook his head –
that was an understatement. The first couple of days he was given his normal
chores and then one night he made the mistake of glaring at Dudley when
he thought no one was looking. His uncle had beat him
so badly that he was sure he had at least a few broken ribs. After that, he
wasn’t even allowed out of the room. He was just given water and chunks of
bread every few days, a single bathroom break every day, and a beating every
time either Vernon or Dudley came in the room, though it was Vernon more often than not.
By the time Remus and Tonks had come to get him, he was suffering from
dehydration, malnutrition, and multiple injuries, visible and otherwise. He
recalled how Madam Pomphrey had fussed over him. He
had played it off as nothing when the Weasleys had
come with Hermione in tow. He remained tight-lipped for the rest of the summer
holiday.
He laid down on the bed and
burrowed under the covers. His fellow sixth years were
all asleep around him. He closed his eyes and almost immediately was in a dark
room. He could see white-masked men and cursed – why now of all times? He saw a
woman on the floor and flinched as a cold voice spoke to his left. “Crucio!” The woman screamed and
Harry grit his teeth, trying to keep his own mouth
shut. He backed up a few steps and froze as red eyes pinned him in place. His
scar split open and he screamed. He woke to hands roughly shaking him and Ron’s
worried face hovering over him.
“Mate, wake up!” Harry grabbed for his glasses and slowly
focused on Ron’s face.
‘I’m okay, Ron, just a nightmare.”
“You sure? Bloody
hell, I thought you had been hurt or something.”
“I’m sure. Go back to sleep.” The emerald-eyed boy watched
his best friend walk back to his bed and silently cursed. He should have known
that it had been too quiet recently. His thoughts drifted from Ron to Hermione
and Ginny and Neville, and he wondered what would happen to them. They were in
a war now and Harry wasn’t sure if he could protect them from the red-eyed man
who had taken his parents. Dumbledore and the rest of the Order claimed that he
didn’t need to protect them; all he needed to do was stay safe himself and keep
out of trouble, but trouble always found him regardless. He rolled over onto
his side and went back to sleep, red snake eyes at the forefront of his mind.
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