For It May Come True
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,403
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
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.
For It May Come True chap 11
Title: For It May Come True
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco & ???/???
Warnings: Lemon & Spoilers from book 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5. Please leave a review.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “The Lion and The Serpent”. In this story Harry and Draco are on their way back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when they are ambushed by Death Eaters, leaving Draco half dead. So distraught over Draco’s possible death Harry wishes he was never born . . . but will his wish actually come true?
“I failed . . .”
That was all that Harry could say as he looked at his own reflection, in one of the broken pieces of mirror that Sirius gave him the year before. When he heard the prophecy, it said that when the time came, either Voldemort or Harry would kill the other, for neither could live unless the other was dead. Ever since then, Harry knew that in the end, he would either be a killer or a victim. After everything that he had gone through up to now and will go through in the future wasn’t enough. Even Hermione died because of him, and Hogwarts was destroyed.
“What’s the point of trying anymore?” Harry whispered to himself.
“Only you can answer that question, Harry.”
Harry stood up quickly and turned around to see Dumbledore standing behind him. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the floor, and high-heeled buckled boots.
“So you’re the next spirit?” Harry inquired.
“Indeed,” the spirit declared, “are you ready, Harry?”
Nodding in response, Harry knew it didn’t matter if he was or not. He would have been taken regardless of his answer, or his own will.
“Then, let us begin” tpiripirit replied as he snapped his fingers.
For a brief moment, Harry felt himself being pulled forward once more just like before, but this time found himself back in his dormitory. But, as Harry looked around he saw that it was not his dormitory. Everything was the same as it was before but with a few minor differences and Harry realized that he was once again in the alternate reality. Harry saw movement suddenly out of the corner of his eyes in Ron’s bed, only to see Ron hims alo along with Neville, holding each other lovingly. The light from the still rising sun that came through the nearby window made them look as if they were glowing. They were both naked as they each other on Ron’s bed, with their eyes closed and their breathing light, but it was obvious that they were both awake.
“Do you regret what we did?” Ron asked suddenly breaking the silence.
“I could never regret it” Neville answered with a smile, “but I still wish you would leave.”
“I’m not letting you face this alone, besides, I have my own score to settle” Ron said as he quickly sat up.
Another moment of silence passed between them as Neville sat up himself, and planted a sweet kiss on Ron’s lips.
“Voldemort will be here as soon as nightfall’s,” Neville declared.
Ron winced at his name, but tried to hide it. Before Harry could watch anymore he was pulled forward once again only to find himself yet again in front of the castle, in the midst of a battle. Neville and Voldemort were in a heated duel, sending curses and jinxes of every sort at the other. Ron was very close to Neville but instead of fighting, he was looking in every direction with his wand raised, as if expecting an attack from any direction. Whatever he was looking for was quickly forgotten as Voldemort suddenly leapt into the air and shot two black fireballs at Neville and Ron. Dodging by them by only a split second, Neville and Ron found themselves separated by a wall of fire, and Neville had dropped his wand. Before Neville could se for for it, Voldemort came back down from the air with a kick, throwing Neville backwards a few feet to the ground.
“NEVILLE!!!” Ron shouted.
Instantly Neville looked towards Ron just as he threw Neville his wand. Dodging yet another deadly curse, Neville quickly rolled over the ground and grabbed his wand as it. This time it was Neville who struck first:
“OMEGUS!!!”
A great blast erupted out of Neville’s wand hitting Voldemort directly in the chest, knocking him to the ground with a cry of pain. Neville suddenly turned his head as Ron shouted out his joy, which would be his last words.
“RON!!! BEHINDYOU!!!” Neville shouted.
Before, Ron could turn around a bright beam of red light pierced through his chest, impaling him entirely. When the beam disappeared it left a great hole in Ron’s chest, exactly where his heart would have been. Ron’s already dead body fell to the ground revealing his killer. With gasp of horror, Harry saw who it was. He had long silvery blonde hair and pale skin, and a pointed chin: Draco Malfoy.
“One Weasley down, no more to go” Draco announced with a sickening laughter.
“NO!!!” Neville shouted as he ran towards Draco.
Malfoy shot a curse at Neville, but Neville blocked with his wand and shot back one of his own:
“DISSENDIUM BRAKIUM”
The dark mark on Malfoy’s forearm caught fire without warning, and quickly spread over the rest of his body. In a great fiery blaze, Malfoy fell to the ground as he began to turn into ashes. Neville ignored the burning corpse and went to Ron’s side. His eyes were still open, As Neville looked into them, but the eyes that were once so filled with life were now empty. Tears spilled down the side of his face as Neville planted a finally kiss on the body’s still warm lips. Then in one great movement, he turned back around, to face his foe.
The Dark Lord was looked like nothing but a black bundle of robes as Neville approa wit with his wand at the ready. But, as Neville drew closer his scar began to burn beyond any words could describe, and he instantly knew something was wrong. The heap of black robes that was Voldemort on the ground suddenly stopped moving, a giant man-snake creature erupted from the heap. The man-snake was thirty feet long and blackish green in color. Its head was like a cobra’s, with Voldemort’s red cat slit eyes, and great large fangs, along with a muscular snake skin covered human torso and arms.
“NAGA DIENTE!!!” Neville called out, making a stabbing motion with his wand.
But, the curse bounced off the giant snake’s skin and shot right back Neville. Neville had no chance to dodge his own curse, and when it hit him he fell to the ground coughing up blood. The great snake saw its chance, and before Neville knew what happened he was wrapped in its coils. Harry’s stomach churned as he listened to all of Neville’s bones snap and break like twigs, as the life was squeezed out of him. Then with in the blink of an eye, Voldemort began to swallow Neville’s body whole.
“Stop! No more! Do you understand me? No more of this!” Harry shouted as he turned his back from the scene.
The spirit nodded and snapped his fingers like before. Harry once again felt a pull at his navel like before, but this time, he did not find himself in his dormitory. . .
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco & ???/???
Warnings: Lemon & Spoilers from book 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5. Please leave a review.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “The Lion and The Serpent”. In this story Harry and Draco are on their way back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when they are ambushed by Death Eaters, leaving Draco half dead. So distraught over Draco’s possible death Harry wishes he was never born . . . but will his wish actually come true?
“I failed . . .”
That was all that Harry could say as he looked at his own reflection, in one of the broken pieces of mirror that Sirius gave him the year before. When he heard the prophecy, it said that when the time came, either Voldemort or Harry would kill the other, for neither could live unless the other was dead. Ever since then, Harry knew that in the end, he would either be a killer or a victim. After everything that he had gone through up to now and will go through in the future wasn’t enough. Even Hermione died because of him, and Hogwarts was destroyed.
“What’s the point of trying anymore?” Harry whispered to himself.
“Only you can answer that question, Harry.”
Harry stood up quickly and turned around to see Dumbledore standing behind him. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the floor, and high-heeled buckled boots.
“So you’re the next spirit?” Harry inquired.
“Indeed,” the spirit declared, “are you ready, Harry?”
Nodding in response, Harry knew it didn’t matter if he was or not. He would have been taken regardless of his answer, or his own will.
“Then, let us begin” tpiripirit replied as he snapped his fingers.
For a brief moment, Harry felt himself being pulled forward once more just like before, but this time found himself back in his dormitory. But, as Harry looked around he saw that it was not his dormitory. Everything was the same as it was before but with a few minor differences and Harry realized that he was once again in the alternate reality. Harry saw movement suddenly out of the corner of his eyes in Ron’s bed, only to see Ron hims alo along with Neville, holding each other lovingly. The light from the still rising sun that came through the nearby window made them look as if they were glowing. They were both naked as they each other on Ron’s bed, with their eyes closed and their breathing light, but it was obvious that they were both awake.
“Do you regret what we did?” Ron asked suddenly breaking the silence.
“I could never regret it” Neville answered with a smile, “but I still wish you would leave.”
“I’m not letting you face this alone, besides, I have my own score to settle” Ron said as he quickly sat up.
Another moment of silence passed between them as Neville sat up himself, and planted a sweet kiss on Ron’s lips.
“Voldemort will be here as soon as nightfall’s,” Neville declared.
Ron winced at his name, but tried to hide it. Before Harry could watch anymore he was pulled forward once again only to find himself yet again in front of the castle, in the midst of a battle. Neville and Voldemort were in a heated duel, sending curses and jinxes of every sort at the other. Ron was very close to Neville but instead of fighting, he was looking in every direction with his wand raised, as if expecting an attack from any direction. Whatever he was looking for was quickly forgotten as Voldemort suddenly leapt into the air and shot two black fireballs at Neville and Ron. Dodging by them by only a split second, Neville and Ron found themselves separated by a wall of fire, and Neville had dropped his wand. Before Neville could se for for it, Voldemort came back down from the air with a kick, throwing Neville backwards a few feet to the ground.
“NEVILLE!!!” Ron shouted.
Instantly Neville looked towards Ron just as he threw Neville his wand. Dodging yet another deadly curse, Neville quickly rolled over the ground and grabbed his wand as it. This time it was Neville who struck first:
“OMEGUS!!!”
A great blast erupted out of Neville’s wand hitting Voldemort directly in the chest, knocking him to the ground with a cry of pain. Neville suddenly turned his head as Ron shouted out his joy, which would be his last words.
“RON!!! BEHINDYOU!!!” Neville shouted.
Before, Ron could turn around a bright beam of red light pierced through his chest, impaling him entirely. When the beam disappeared it left a great hole in Ron’s chest, exactly where his heart would have been. Ron’s already dead body fell to the ground revealing his killer. With gasp of horror, Harry saw who it was. He had long silvery blonde hair and pale skin, and a pointed chin: Draco Malfoy.
“One Weasley down, no more to go” Draco announced with a sickening laughter.
“NO!!!” Neville shouted as he ran towards Draco.
Malfoy shot a curse at Neville, but Neville blocked with his wand and shot back one of his own:
“DISSENDIUM BRAKIUM”
The dark mark on Malfoy’s forearm caught fire without warning, and quickly spread over the rest of his body. In a great fiery blaze, Malfoy fell to the ground as he began to turn into ashes. Neville ignored the burning corpse and went to Ron’s side. His eyes were still open, As Neville looked into them, but the eyes that were once so filled with life were now empty. Tears spilled down the side of his face as Neville planted a finally kiss on the body’s still warm lips. Then in one great movement, he turned back around, to face his foe.
The Dark Lord was looked like nothing but a black bundle of robes as Neville approa wit with his wand at the ready. But, as Neville drew closer his scar began to burn beyond any words could describe, and he instantly knew something was wrong. The heap of black robes that was Voldemort on the ground suddenly stopped moving, a giant man-snake creature erupted from the heap. The man-snake was thirty feet long and blackish green in color. Its head was like a cobra’s, with Voldemort’s red cat slit eyes, and great large fangs, along with a muscular snake skin covered human torso and arms.
“NAGA DIENTE!!!” Neville called out, making a stabbing motion with his wand.
But, the curse bounced off the giant snake’s skin and shot right back Neville. Neville had no chance to dodge his own curse, and when it hit him he fell to the ground coughing up blood. The great snake saw its chance, and before Neville knew what happened he was wrapped in its coils. Harry’s stomach churned as he listened to all of Neville’s bones snap and break like twigs, as the life was squeezed out of him. Then with in the blink of an eye, Voldemort began to swallow Neville’s body whole.
“Stop! No more! Do you understand me? No more of this!” Harry shouted as he turned his back from the scene.
The spirit nodded and snapped his fingers like before. Harry once again felt a pull at his navel like before, but this time, he did not find himself in his dormitory. . .