Harry Potter and the Demon Knight
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
44,049
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Desire, Lust, and Love. Part 1
Harry was dying. The second he felt the sharp object enter into his back he knew it, he was dying. Harry couldn't believe anything could slip so seamlessly and painfully into flesh like it had and cause such an intense burning.
But it did. Harry wanted to fall to the ground, and curl up; it was so painful. But his body wouldn’t let him. It knew that if he moved or fell, his flesh would only rip and burn more.
Harry stopped screaming before realizing he had started. His unknown attacker then removed the object from its fleshy sheath. Harry was now free to fall to the ground, and did so, doubled over in pain.
Harry's eyes stayed closed, his face contoured into a grimace, as the painful wound in his back stung, pounded and burned all at the same time.
Why did it have to be his back? Harry couldn't hold it, apply pressure or try to relieve the pain, because he couldn't reach it. It hurt SO much and there was nothing he could do but press his upper arm against his ribs, near the cut; and that only seemed to make it bleed more. He saw flashes of bright lights being thrown over his head and heard load POPS and BANGS as the hexes either hit or missed their target…the being that attacked him.
'Oh, thank God, RON!' was all that Harry thought before the burning started to spread, attacking his entire rib cage. Harry then screamed again, this time loader and on purpose. He heard Ron fall to his knees to the right of him and immediately stopped screaming, not wanting to look weak in front of his friend.
Which was kind of stupid considering that he was dying. No, Voldemort couldn't be right; death was NOT a weakness.
"…You all right? Come on mate, say…" He heard through the blurry vision in his head.
The burning spread over the whole right side of his rib cage, then up to his shoulder. Harry wondered if there was a creature or something connected to the sharp object, said creature now burrowing its way into him. Since he couldn't reach his back, he didn't know. Maybe it was a venom or poison?
"Turn over, so…look at the wound... bleeding a lot. Come on now mate…" He heard as his mind was mentally feeling the progress of the burn. It flamed and neared his heart, at the same time inching towards his spine. Ron was his only hope of stopping its progress. Harry forced himself to move from his side to his stomach, giving Ron greater access to the wound. Wishing Hermione were there, and biting his lip to keep from begging Ron to make the burning stop, to stop it from spreading any further. Oh Merlin, it hurt so much…
Ron pulled Harry's shirt off and exposed the cut. The cut, frighteningly enough, was two inches wide. But that wasn't the worst part. The blade must have been a good five to six inches. It had been pushed violently upwards into Harry, leaving a sharp five to six inch bruise and cut on his skin; outlining where the blade had caused internal bleeding.
"Damn it, Harry!" Ron breathed, removing his own robe, using it to apply pressure to his friends wound. Blood immediately started soaking into the material. Ron continued to curse as he watched his friend suck in air and ball up in pain from the touch.
Ron tried to calm and sooth his friend, while at the same time trying to calm himself. But the sight of the wound was making it nearly impossible. Ron knew he would have to move Harry, but he feared what would happen once he did.
Harry balled up more, and winced as the burning neared his heart and spine, a painful, stinging, foreboding feeling following it. He knew, in just a few moments, it would hit and the pain would be SOO much worse. He could only lay, bleeding, listening to Ron's words as the burning continued to spread. Finally, Harry couldn't help it anymore, and he yelled.
"WHY IS IT BURNING?! WHY WON'T IT STOP BURNING??!!"
It was at this point that Ron stiffened. "The dagger… the liquid he saw dripping off of it…the shadowy person just appearing and disappearing…Oh, Bloody Hell!"
"Ron… RON??!!" Screamed Charlie as he tossed off his invisibility cloak and was on he knees by Harry and his brother in moments. "Ron, what happened?!!"
"An INCUBUS!" Ron yelled, pushing his near-identical older brother to help him pick Harry up off the ground. "A bloody Incubus infected him!! We have to help him!!"
"An Incubus?! Ron, are you… " Charlie stopped as he looked at the tell-tale wound on Harry's back. Charlie paled and looked as if he may be sick.
"You See?!! We have to get him help!!" Ron said frantically as he looked back to his screaming and protesting best mate.
"No, Ron…we need to take him to a comfortable, dark room, where he can change comfortably. Then we need to contact McGonagall on the Floo."
At that moment Harry's screams hit a new, painful screaming high as the burning inside of him poured and filtered though his heart and spine, much like slow-lowing lava.
(Part two will be along promptly.)
But it did. Harry wanted to fall to the ground, and curl up; it was so painful. But his body wouldn’t let him. It knew that if he moved or fell, his flesh would only rip and burn more.
Harry stopped screaming before realizing he had started. His unknown attacker then removed the object from its fleshy sheath. Harry was now free to fall to the ground, and did so, doubled over in pain.
Harry's eyes stayed closed, his face contoured into a grimace, as the painful wound in his back stung, pounded and burned all at the same time.
Why did it have to be his back? Harry couldn't hold it, apply pressure or try to relieve the pain, because he couldn't reach it. It hurt SO much and there was nothing he could do but press his upper arm against his ribs, near the cut; and that only seemed to make it bleed more. He saw flashes of bright lights being thrown over his head and heard load POPS and BANGS as the hexes either hit or missed their target…the being that attacked him.
'Oh, thank God, RON!' was all that Harry thought before the burning started to spread, attacking his entire rib cage. Harry then screamed again, this time loader and on purpose. He heard Ron fall to his knees to the right of him and immediately stopped screaming, not wanting to look weak in front of his friend.
Which was kind of stupid considering that he was dying. No, Voldemort couldn't be right; death was NOT a weakness.
"…You all right? Come on mate, say…" He heard through the blurry vision in his head.
The burning spread over the whole right side of his rib cage, then up to his shoulder. Harry wondered if there was a creature or something connected to the sharp object, said creature now burrowing its way into him. Since he couldn't reach his back, he didn't know. Maybe it was a venom or poison?
"Turn over, so…look at the wound... bleeding a lot. Come on now mate…" He heard as his mind was mentally feeling the progress of the burn. It flamed and neared his heart, at the same time inching towards his spine. Ron was his only hope of stopping its progress. Harry forced himself to move from his side to his stomach, giving Ron greater access to the wound. Wishing Hermione were there, and biting his lip to keep from begging Ron to make the burning stop, to stop it from spreading any further. Oh Merlin, it hurt so much…
Ron pulled Harry's shirt off and exposed the cut. The cut, frighteningly enough, was two inches wide. But that wasn't the worst part. The blade must have been a good five to six inches. It had been pushed violently upwards into Harry, leaving a sharp five to six inch bruise and cut on his skin; outlining where the blade had caused internal bleeding.
"Damn it, Harry!" Ron breathed, removing his own robe, using it to apply pressure to his friends wound. Blood immediately started soaking into the material. Ron continued to curse as he watched his friend suck in air and ball up in pain from the touch.
Ron tried to calm and sooth his friend, while at the same time trying to calm himself. But the sight of the wound was making it nearly impossible. Ron knew he would have to move Harry, but he feared what would happen once he did.
Harry balled up more, and winced as the burning neared his heart and spine, a painful, stinging, foreboding feeling following it. He knew, in just a few moments, it would hit and the pain would be SOO much worse. He could only lay, bleeding, listening to Ron's words as the burning continued to spread. Finally, Harry couldn't help it anymore, and he yelled.
"WHY IS IT BURNING?! WHY WON'T IT STOP BURNING??!!"
It was at this point that Ron stiffened. "The dagger… the liquid he saw dripping off of it…the shadowy person just appearing and disappearing…Oh, Bloody Hell!"
"Ron… RON??!!" Screamed Charlie as he tossed off his invisibility cloak and was on he knees by Harry and his brother in moments. "Ron, what happened?!!"
"An INCUBUS!" Ron yelled, pushing his near-identical older brother to help him pick Harry up off the ground. "A bloody Incubus infected him!! We have to help him!!"
"An Incubus?! Ron, are you… " Charlie stopped as he looked at the tell-tale wound on Harry's back. Charlie paled and looked as if he may be sick.
"You See?!! We have to get him help!!" Ron said frantically as he looked back to his screaming and protesting best mate.
"No, Ron…we need to take him to a comfortable, dark room, where he can change comfortably. Then we need to contact McGonagall on the Floo."
At that moment Harry's screams hit a new, painful screaming high as the burning inside of him poured and filtered though his heart and spine, much like slow-lowing lava.
(Part two will be along promptly.)