Learning to Live
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
18,801
Reviews:
94
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Off to See the Wizard
Short, I know, but it makes a perfect cliff hanger! Plus this is two updates in one day, so give me a break.
Chapter 11: Off to See the Wizard
He spent every moment he had training himself magically and physically, preparing himself for all possibilities. But during this time, he got further and further out of touch with reality, slipping into his own warped world. Harry referred to Voldemort as Tom in his head and aloud, he slowly forgot about Dumbledore’s strategy and why Dark Magic was forbidden. Harry thought only of Tom and the Voice. He was obsessed and psychopathic.
And finally, the day came when he deemed himself ready.
Despite his rather violent insanity, Harry made sure to keep in touch with the goings on of the wizarding world, or perhaps it was due to his obsession? He read stolen copies of the ‘Daily Prophet’, hearing about the emergence of the Death Eaters, the attack on Diagon Alley, the Siege of Hogwarts... He knew and he mourned for the deaths abstractly. Even though he knew some of the people who had died, Harry was removed from it, untouched.
So it was with this lack of emotion, Dark Magic, and determination that he equipped himself. The Dark Magic had changed him, helped make him into this emotionless killing machine, just like it had done to Tom... Voldemort. His very physicality was shifted slightly off centre of being human. His blood was thicker, more like hot ichor than blood, his flesh was harder and paler, like alabaster, his hair was darker and silky, strands of midnight shadows. His eyes held all the myriad shades of green the mind could comprehend, and many that it couldn’t: emerald, leaf, moss, Kelly, spring, Irish, pine, grass, lime... The Dark had taken him and made him one of their own. Tom had forced himself on them, but Harry was ‘them’.
Harry stood nude in his bedroom, and prepared himself. He clothed himself in shadows and darkness, water and fire, earth and air, starlight and moonlight. He centred what was left of his mind and psyche, and then downed the last potion he had prepared. It was a special made concoction that increased his power a score fold. And then he stepped into the Shadow-ways.
Harry came out of the Ways right where he wanted to be, the Slytherin Commons Room.
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Chapter 11: Off to See the Wizard
He spent every moment he had training himself magically and physically, preparing himself for all possibilities. But during this time, he got further and further out of touch with reality, slipping into his own warped world. Harry referred to Voldemort as Tom in his head and aloud, he slowly forgot about Dumbledore’s strategy and why Dark Magic was forbidden. Harry thought only of Tom and the Voice. He was obsessed and psychopathic.
And finally, the day came when he deemed himself ready.
Despite his rather violent insanity, Harry made sure to keep in touch with the goings on of the wizarding world, or perhaps it was due to his obsession? He read stolen copies of the ‘Daily Prophet’, hearing about the emergence of the Death Eaters, the attack on Diagon Alley, the Siege of Hogwarts... He knew and he mourned for the deaths abstractly. Even though he knew some of the people who had died, Harry was removed from it, untouched.
So it was with this lack of emotion, Dark Magic, and determination that he equipped himself. The Dark Magic had changed him, helped make him into this emotionless killing machine, just like it had done to Tom... Voldemort. His very physicality was shifted slightly off centre of being human. His blood was thicker, more like hot ichor than blood, his flesh was harder and paler, like alabaster, his hair was darker and silky, strands of midnight shadows. His eyes held all the myriad shades of green the mind could comprehend, and many that it couldn’t: emerald, leaf, moss, Kelly, spring, Irish, pine, grass, lime... The Dark had taken him and made him one of their own. Tom had forced himself on them, but Harry was ‘them’.
Harry stood nude in his bedroom, and prepared himself. He clothed himself in shadows and darkness, water and fire, earth and air, starlight and moonlight. He centred what was left of his mind and psyche, and then downed the last potion he had prepared. It was a special made concoction that increased his power a score fold. And then he stepped into the Shadow-ways.
Harry came out of the Ways right where he wanted to be, the Slytherin Commons Room.
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