Angry Clouds
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,813
Reviews:
23
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.
Angry Clouds
A/N: This is the first story i've have the nerve to actually post so please, when reviewing, tell me the truth... if you hate it, love it, what's good and what's bad... if i'm to get any better, i need to know
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SUMMARY: Draco runs from his Voldie & his Death Eater ‘comrades’. Injured with his life in danger, he’s safe only where Harry is. HP/DM, SLASH, Anal, BDSM, Angst, Abuse
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything therein, the lucky wench J.K. Rowling does, I’m merely posting the naughty thoughts her lovely series evokes into my mind
o_O
CHAPTER 1; ANGRY CLOUDS
NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
Harry pinched his nostrils together before quickly throwing back his head and consuming the foul potion meant to relieve his headache. Such headaches were becoming more and more frequent as the days passed ...and the argument Hermione and Ron were having in the kitchen at the moment wasn’t helping.
Since Dumbledore’s death Harry’s efforts to find the horcruxes had tripled, his stress increased, and his health… greatly deteriorated.
Despite his efforts Harry has failed to find even one horcrux. The only new information acquired tells him nothing more than that Voldemorte is rumored to be hiding somewhere (anywhere) in Germany. As to why he is there...
There is too much missing information... too many assumptions... not enough fact.
“DAMN IT TO HELL!!!” Harry’s forehead violently connected with the stone wall surrounding the fireplace, the beautifully molded glass of the potion vile now only glass shards imbedded in his bleeding palm.
...
Harry’s head snapped quickly towards the sound of the doorbell. Just as quickly he spelled away all the blood.
...He made for the door.
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SEVEN DAYS EARLIER
The heavy rain did almost nothing to wash away the stream of blood he left trailing behind him. His eyes frantically twitched back and forth; looking all around, but no one was to be seen.
The cold wind and rain whipped at his aching body as he ran towards the gates. Almost there… ten meters ... it’s right there ... five meters... two...
His hands tightly clasped around the frigid metal bars, his arms pushing... but to no avail. “NO! PLEASE!!... HELP ME!” the gate remained firm, “stupid bloody fucking school,” ... I know this... wait the fuck is it?! “SANCTUARY!!” he finally screamed in a moment of clarity. The doors swung open so quickly he almost fell to the cold slippery stones below.
Looking back through the bars he saw them, standing motionless in the street’s center, black cloaks swaying with the wind, white masks glittering wet with rain. He smiled weakly...
... They both knew their situation; they had failed; he was safe, they couldn’t reach him now; they were too late and were now as good as dead. They would soon understand his running.
Turning he hobbled as fast as he dared in his current condition towards the brilliantly lit fortress that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
@_@
NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
“Evening Professor.” Harry stated formally upon opening his front door.
“Good even Mr. Potter. If you would be so kind as to move aside.” the Headmistress pushed past her student without waiting for a response. Three people passed Harry in that instant, McGonagall, Madame Pomfry, and a floating body completely covered in a coarse and heavy cloak.
Without another word they made their way up the stairs... down the hall... and into the last bedroom on the right. Harry watched them as they lowered the floating body onto the bed as though afraid it would break at any second.
Once they seemed convinced the unconscious body on the bed wasn’t about the float away they took off the course material. Harry’s eyes widened instantly.
“Why is he here?” Harry asked venomously, suddenly regretting making McGonagall his home’s secret keeper.
Ignoring the youth beside her the Headmistress address the medi-witch. “Do you need any more help Poppy?” she asked, looking overly concerned at the sweat soaked face of the injured boy on the bed. ‘Poppy’ hastily shook her head, having to concentrate on more important things.
Making quick eye contact with Harry, McGonagall signaled for him to join her in the hallway, leaving the frantic healer to work in silence.
Exhaling heavily she finally answered the boy’s question, “He needs protection Harry.” Said boy did not respond. “He’s in almost as much danger as you are at this point. What safer place for him than your safe-house?” Again, there was no response from the boy-wonder. He seemed content to silently fume all the while glaring at the door, as though he could see the boy’s blood and sweat covered body through the solid object.
"Why would they hurt him?" His eyes would not met hers.
"For not killing Dumblore, Darling." Surprised by the term of endearment and the crack in the voice that had never in his memory faultered, he looked... the sight of the welling tears, the glowing red viens, and the new dullness to the once brilliantly blue eyes filled his mind.
And again he looked away.
His thoughts moved quickly, thinking through his new predicament. McGonagall watched as confusion, pity, and anger seemed to be imbedded in his face all at once.
His brilliant green eyes enveloped the older woman with the anger they held. “He can stay.” he spat before swiftly stomping down the hall.
“Stupid fucking ferret.”
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SUMMARY: Draco runs from his Voldie & his Death Eater ‘comrades’. Injured with his life in danger, he’s safe only where Harry is. HP/DM, SLASH, Anal, BDSM, Angst, Abuse
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything therein, the lucky wench J.K. Rowling does, I’m merely posting the naughty thoughts her lovely series evokes into my mind
o_O
CHAPTER 1; ANGRY CLOUDS
NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
Harry pinched his nostrils together before quickly throwing back his head and consuming the foul potion meant to relieve his headache. Such headaches were becoming more and more frequent as the days passed ...and the argument Hermione and Ron were having in the kitchen at the moment wasn’t helping.
Since Dumbledore’s death Harry’s efforts to find the horcruxes had tripled, his stress increased, and his health… greatly deteriorated.
Despite his efforts Harry has failed to find even one horcrux. The only new information acquired tells him nothing more than that Voldemorte is rumored to be hiding somewhere (anywhere) in Germany. As to why he is there...
There is too much missing information... too many assumptions... not enough fact.
“DAMN IT TO HELL!!!” Harry’s forehead violently connected with the stone wall surrounding the fireplace, the beautifully molded glass of the potion vile now only glass shards imbedded in his bleeding palm.
...
Harry’s head snapped quickly towards the sound of the doorbell. Just as quickly he spelled away all the blood.
...He made for the door.
o_O
SEVEN DAYS EARLIER
The heavy rain did almost nothing to wash away the stream of blood he left trailing behind him. His eyes frantically twitched back and forth; looking all around, but no one was to be seen.
The cold wind and rain whipped at his aching body as he ran towards the gates. Almost there… ten meters ... it’s right there ... five meters... two...
His hands tightly clasped around the frigid metal bars, his arms pushing... but to no avail. “NO! PLEASE!!... HELP ME!” the gate remained firm, “stupid bloody fucking school,” ... I know this... wait the fuck is it?! “SANCTUARY!!” he finally screamed in a moment of clarity. The doors swung open so quickly he almost fell to the cold slippery stones below.
Looking back through the bars he saw them, standing motionless in the street’s center, black cloaks swaying with the wind, white masks glittering wet with rain. He smiled weakly...
... They both knew their situation; they had failed; he was safe, they couldn’t reach him now; they were too late and were now as good as dead. They would soon understand his running.
Turning he hobbled as fast as he dared in his current condition towards the brilliantly lit fortress that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
@_@
NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
“Evening Professor.” Harry stated formally upon opening his front door.
“Good even Mr. Potter. If you would be so kind as to move aside.” the Headmistress pushed past her student without waiting for a response. Three people passed Harry in that instant, McGonagall, Madame Pomfry, and a floating body completely covered in a coarse and heavy cloak.
Without another word they made their way up the stairs... down the hall... and into the last bedroom on the right. Harry watched them as they lowered the floating body onto the bed as though afraid it would break at any second.
Once they seemed convinced the unconscious body on the bed wasn’t about the float away they took off the course material. Harry’s eyes widened instantly.
“Why is he here?” Harry asked venomously, suddenly regretting making McGonagall his home’s secret keeper.
Ignoring the youth beside her the Headmistress address the medi-witch. “Do you need any more help Poppy?” she asked, looking overly concerned at the sweat soaked face of the injured boy on the bed. ‘Poppy’ hastily shook her head, having to concentrate on more important things.
Making quick eye contact with Harry, McGonagall signaled for him to join her in the hallway, leaving the frantic healer to work in silence.
Exhaling heavily she finally answered the boy’s question, “He needs protection Harry.” Said boy did not respond. “He’s in almost as much danger as you are at this point. What safer place for him than your safe-house?” Again, there was no response from the boy-wonder. He seemed content to silently fume all the while glaring at the door, as though he could see the boy’s blood and sweat covered body through the solid object.
"Why would they hurt him?" His eyes would not met hers.
"For not killing Dumblore, Darling." Surprised by the term of endearment and the crack in the voice that had never in his memory faultered, he looked... the sight of the welling tears, the glowing red viens, and the new dullness to the once brilliantly blue eyes filled his mind.
And again he looked away.
His thoughts moved quickly, thinking through his new predicament. McGonagall watched as confusion, pity, and anger seemed to be imbedded in his face all at once.
His brilliant green eyes enveloped the older woman with the anger they held. “He can stay.” he spat before swiftly stomping down the hall.
“Stupid fucking ferret.”
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