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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,095
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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By: Quoth the Raven
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter. Also, I DO NOT OWN THIS CHAPTER! IT BELONGS TO THE WONDERFUL CHAOSDRAGON013! SHE IS LETTING ME USE THIS! THANK YOU!
-prologue-
He could almost see it, a small speck of light in his eternal prison. The light would be there; warm, loving, giving him life . . . but when he looked closer, it was an illusion, a forgery passed by the darkness, taunting him.
How long had it been? Nothing. He could remember nothing now, not even his own name, or what he was. He had been in this darkness forever, yet not forever. Far longer than forever. There had once been light, he was sure . . . but when? Why had he become trapped within the perpetual darkness, where all that was known was pain, dark, captive, blood, chain, black. Especially black. The black that penetrated his soul.
There were always, had always, been chains, binding him to the spot—binding to his own blood and sin. They were surely crimson with blood now, but there was no way to tell through the unyielding darkness.
He was mad. Somehow he had realized it, maybe a century ago, maybe a minute. Who could stand, chained in complete darkness and bound in their blood without going mad? His eyes were blood now, somehow he could tell. Once his eyes had been ice, water, wind, cool, but now . . . now they were stained with his own blood. He was partial pain, completely dark.
He felt power, pure anger tainted dark, and screamed; feeling the rawness of his throat, the laughing darkness and the blood, bleeding tears of blood. Only scattered thoughts penetrated his mind, quickly broken by the pain, pain spreading as if it were fire and he paper. As if the pain and the dark were just waiting to consume him. He felt it pull and screamed more, a scream broken by light. Light coursed through him, beckoning him forward while the darkness held him close, digging its claws into him.
A hand, pale and perfect reached out of the light and, defying the darkness and pain, he reached for it, grasping it . . . breaking free. Before him he met ice, water, wind, cool eyes, and a pale hand clutching his bloodstained one. He had been saved . . .
And the darkness laughed.
By: Quoth the Raven
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter. Also, I DO NOT OWN THIS CHAPTER! IT BELONGS TO THE WONDERFUL CHAOSDRAGON013! SHE IS LETTING ME USE THIS! THANK YOU!
-prologue-
He could almost see it, a small speck of light in his eternal prison. The light would be there; warm, loving, giving him life . . . but when he looked closer, it was an illusion, a forgery passed by the darkness, taunting him.
How long had it been? Nothing. He could remember nothing now, not even his own name, or what he was. He had been in this darkness forever, yet not forever. Far longer than forever. There had once been light, he was sure . . . but when? Why had he become trapped within the perpetual darkness, where all that was known was pain, dark, captive, blood, chain, black. Especially black. The black that penetrated his soul.
There were always, had always, been chains, binding him to the spot—binding to his own blood and sin. They were surely crimson with blood now, but there was no way to tell through the unyielding darkness.
He was mad. Somehow he had realized it, maybe a century ago, maybe a minute. Who could stand, chained in complete darkness and bound in their blood without going mad? His eyes were blood now, somehow he could tell. Once his eyes had been ice, water, wind, cool, but now . . . now they were stained with his own blood. He was partial pain, completely dark.
He felt power, pure anger tainted dark, and screamed; feeling the rawness of his throat, the laughing darkness and the blood, bleeding tears of blood. Only scattered thoughts penetrated his mind, quickly broken by the pain, pain spreading as if it were fire and he paper. As if the pain and the dark were just waiting to consume him. He felt it pull and screamed more, a scream broken by light. Light coursed through him, beckoning him forward while the darkness held him close, digging its claws into him.
A hand, pale and perfect reached out of the light and, defying the darkness and pain, he reached for it, grasping it . . . breaking free. Before him he met ice, water, wind, cool eyes, and a pale hand clutching his bloodstained one. He had been saved . . .
And the darkness laughed.