Isolation
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
17,013
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Loneliness
Author's Note: Thank you to all my lovely reviewers! Your kind words were greatly appreciated by this first time author! Originally I had intended to leave 'Isolation' as a one shot but your lovely reviews inspired me to add more. I hope it doesn't disappoint!
If you're interested in more than review and let me know!
It was an overcast morning in mid May, a day like any other. Exams loomed at the end of the month and Harry was already beginning to feel the familiar prickle of dread in the bottom of his stomach at the thought of having to return to the Dursley’s, of spending another summer isolated and ignored. His days pretty much blended togther now all going too quickly and at the end of them...the inevtable unconfortable Dursley reunion.
Except this day had the unusual distinction of marking the start of the rest of his life.
He was meandering alone through the courtyard, entertaining the idea of visiting Hagrid when the vision came to him: Sirius sprawled on the damp mottled floor of the Riddle graveyard with the Dark Lord looming menacingly over him. He did not hesitate to rush to his Godfather’s aid.
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(December of Sixth Year)
Harry gazed out of the window of the Gryffindor boys dormitory. Spying Ron and Hermione walking hand in hand through the snow filled him with a familiar sense of longing. He supposed he should be happy for them and castigated himself for not being so. Even if Ron and Hermione had largely forgotten about him since they got together he knew they still loved him. A sad smile flirted across his lips as he remembered the times they had shared as a trio.
This was fleeting though as a sudden chill ran down his back and the uncomfortable sensation of being watched came over him. He scanned the room. There was no one there.
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(Some time during sixth year)
He had this feeling often now. It started out as a kind of creeping sensation down his spine, a prickling at back of his neck, as his mind itched for him to give into his paranoia, scan the room and find the unseen and unwelcome voyeur he was so sure he could sense.
Giving into the urge to do this was something he resisted. To give in and look for the intruder was to admit he was feeling these things in the first place and that would make them all too real. Still, the whole thing was making him nervous.
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(March of Sixth Year)
He was getting sick of this. But it wouldn’t end anytime soon. He knew this as surely as he knew his name was Harry James Potter, that Gryffindor had the greatest Quidditch team in the world and that Draco Malfoy was a tosser. He had been stood up, yet again: Ron and Hermione were getting fed up of him. They had abandoned him for yet another study date.
Angrily he threw his bag together and stalked out of the Library, glaring at Madame Pince as she tut tutted at him on his way out.
Honestly, all he wanted was a little companionship, to not be left alone so much all the bloody time, was that so much to ask?
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As Harry rushed off to save his Godfather he fleetingly entertained the thought of enlisting the help of Ron and Hermione. To go this mission alone was stubborn and Gryffindorish to the extreme and he knew he was risking his life by facing Voldemort and possibly an entire army of Death Eaters without any back up. But then Ron and Hermione were probably too busy with each other...
Trying not to let his bitterness overwhelm him Harry ran off towards the Forbidden Forest.
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He knew as soon he touched foot in the graveyard, and the Thestral took off with again with a terrified shriek that this had been a bad idea. Anything that scared the death horse that much probably didn’t have warm and fuzzy intentions for him. Pushing all caution aside he quickly scanned the area for Sirius, trying to avoid looking at the headstone of Voldemort’s father he knew lay just behind him to his right.
“Harry Potter, I knew you would come”
Big mistake. He whipped around but already knew he was too late.
“Obliviate!”
The last thing Harry saw was an eerie white light surrounding all corners of his vision, and then, darkness.
If you're interested in more than review and let me know!
It was an overcast morning in mid May, a day like any other. Exams loomed at the end of the month and Harry was already beginning to feel the familiar prickle of dread in the bottom of his stomach at the thought of having to return to the Dursley’s, of spending another summer isolated and ignored. His days pretty much blended togther now all going too quickly and at the end of them...the inevtable unconfortable Dursley reunion.
Except this day had the unusual distinction of marking the start of the rest of his life.
He was meandering alone through the courtyard, entertaining the idea of visiting Hagrid when the vision came to him: Sirius sprawled on the damp mottled floor of the Riddle graveyard with the Dark Lord looming menacingly over him. He did not hesitate to rush to his Godfather’s aid.
**********************************
(December of Sixth Year)
Harry gazed out of the window of the Gryffindor boys dormitory. Spying Ron and Hermione walking hand in hand through the snow filled him with a familiar sense of longing. He supposed he should be happy for them and castigated himself for not being so. Even if Ron and Hermione had largely forgotten about him since they got together he knew they still loved him. A sad smile flirted across his lips as he remembered the times they had shared as a trio.
This was fleeting though as a sudden chill ran down his back and the uncomfortable sensation of being watched came over him. He scanned the room. There was no one there.
************************************
(Some time during sixth year)
He had this feeling often now. It started out as a kind of creeping sensation down his spine, a prickling at back of his neck, as his mind itched for him to give into his paranoia, scan the room and find the unseen and unwelcome voyeur he was so sure he could sense.
Giving into the urge to do this was something he resisted. To give in and look for the intruder was to admit he was feeling these things in the first place and that would make them all too real. Still, the whole thing was making him nervous.
****************************************
(March of Sixth Year)
He was getting sick of this. But it wouldn’t end anytime soon. He knew this as surely as he knew his name was Harry James Potter, that Gryffindor had the greatest Quidditch team in the world and that Draco Malfoy was a tosser. He had been stood up, yet again: Ron and Hermione were getting fed up of him. They had abandoned him for yet another study date.
Angrily he threw his bag together and stalked out of the Library, glaring at Madame Pince as she tut tutted at him on his way out.
Honestly, all he wanted was a little companionship, to not be left alone so much all the bloody time, was that so much to ask?
**************************************
As Harry rushed off to save his Godfather he fleetingly entertained the thought of enlisting the help of Ron and Hermione. To go this mission alone was stubborn and Gryffindorish to the extreme and he knew he was risking his life by facing Voldemort and possibly an entire army of Death Eaters without any back up. But then Ron and Hermione were probably too busy with each other...
Trying not to let his bitterness overwhelm him Harry ran off towards the Forbidden Forest.
*******************************************
He knew as soon he touched foot in the graveyard, and the Thestral took off with again with a terrified shriek that this had been a bad idea. Anything that scared the death horse that much probably didn’t have warm and fuzzy intentions for him. Pushing all caution aside he quickly scanned the area for Sirius, trying to avoid looking at the headstone of Voldemort’s father he knew lay just behind him to his right.
“Harry Potter, I knew you would come”
Big mistake. He whipped around but already knew he was too late.
“Obliviate!”
The last thing Harry saw was an eerie white light surrounding all corners of his vision, and then, darkness.