Edge Of Gravity
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
4,569
Reviews:
45
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.
Voldermort Dreams
Note-I would like to thank my brand new beta for the help, LariLee.
Two thousand moments of life refracting into a wide panoramic vision behind Harry Potter’s eyes, causing his stomach further distress with its whirlwind spins. They were portraits of his past bending with odd stiff movements, more dreamy then real.
Uncle Vernon dragging him to the cupboard; Dudley pushing him down the last couple of steps; Draco calling him ‘scar head‘; his off-center reflection in the mirror of Erised. Each had their place in the picture show within his head, warming him to the ache before the pain hit.
Hermione petrified, her eyes holding only a hollow stare; Ron lying limp beside the chessboard; Cedric’s body lifeless; the screaming in his head from the Dementors; the last moment he saw Sirius. They spun together transforming into a hoarse scratchy hiss that made nervous butterflies flip around in his body.
“You…once…not hap…” He tried to force his mind to stop the shuddering; to focus on the whispering hiss. The harder he tried to train his ears to sound, the deeper it blurred into a bass that caused small cracks of false truth to bleed into each picture. He wondered if it was dreams of his past, or just the odd voice that was making them dance in such a insincere way.
The portraits watercolors dripping away until nothing remained. They seeped down from his sight till only one stood in the distance. It glowed dimly showing a slouched hooded figure that made his stomach drop out.
“You escaped me once…” the deep male voice whispered, making Harry’s head burn with the sudden clarity of it. He forced his hands into fist to avoid lifting it to cover the pinpoint of the pain. The lightening scar ignited tiny fires in his brain burning until he wondered if it glowed.
The man limped forward in overcompensated movements, until Harry could see the ebony woolen cloak clearly. “You will not elude me this time.” A pale ghostly white mask emerged from behind the oversized hood, his eyes an unyielding crimson. “Harry.”
A sharp pain shot though his head; his scar burning into his forehead like acid was dumped onto it. Harry clutched his head, trying to tear away the pain. “Potter.” The man’s eyes glowed red, causing small cracks in the mask. It blinded and burned his eyes while he watched it fall away in large chunks. Voldemort.
_
Draco stumbled out onto the cobblestone steps, his stomach doing a little dance from the bombarding smell of sickness in the hut. He took a deep breath of the forest, trying to purge his lungs of the horrible odor. His nose buzzed with the dark magic, a fact that he found rather disconcerting.
They must be close, closer then they should. The forest would surely keep them at bay; their darkness would not chance the forest. Magic no longer held sway within the realm of trees; it left many defenseless in its dark clutches.
“AAAAAHHHHH.” Draco forced away the creeps crawling up his spine, hearing the screech. He still could picture them falling upon the red haired boy’s body, sucking his soul from his body. Only a shell was left, no even the warmth of the day warmed his skin as they carried him back.
“VOLDERMORT!” Malfoy spun on his heels, turning to sprint back to the hut but a pull called to his back. It felt cold, harsh, deafening.
“HARRY!” Hermione screeched, echoing through the abandoned grounds.
The blonde stared up at the dark looming Dementor, his face sinking in slightly at the effects. His fingers clutched around his wand, shaking slightly in his hand. “Expecto Patronum.” The words came out cracked, weakening before it could even eject from his wand.
“DRACO!” Fred charged from the hut, thrusting the blonde into his twins arms. “Bloody git!” He barked at the looming shadow before throwing the Patronus Charm.
“Bloody fuck,” George breathed, causing Draco to switch his attention to the distant cloud of black floating robes threatening to engulf them. They were all coming for a fresh feast; the creatures could practically smell the power flowing from the cabin.
Harry. His strength was calling to them, beckoning them closer to grounds they would not have dared enter before. Draco pushed himself from George’s grip, his wand at the ready. They wouldn’t have Harry, they couldn’t.
George walked to stand beside petite blonde and his brother, ignoring the tingling of the flowing power behind him. Harry was alive. It rang in his head like a beautiful symphony. Harry was alive.
Fred felt the strength of the other two wizards, preparing for the battle ahead. The remaining crystals filling their pockets would be to no avail against these monsters. He only hoped they could fight them off, to escape and not meet the same fate as his fallen brother.
“Draco?” Hermione whispered, her voice slightly off-key. She stood at the bottom of the cobblestone steps, her face pinched while holding Harry in her arms. “What do we…”
A streak of bright rusty turquoise rolled past the three standing wizards to jerk to a stop. The vine covered rusty bucket’s out-of-tune honking causing all of them to jump back. All but Harry stared at their savior…a rusty Ford Anglia.
“Da’s car?”
Two thousand moments of life refracting into a wide panoramic vision behind Harry Potter’s eyes, causing his stomach further distress with its whirlwind spins. They were portraits of his past bending with odd stiff movements, more dreamy then real.
Uncle Vernon dragging him to the cupboard; Dudley pushing him down the last couple of steps; Draco calling him ‘scar head‘; his off-center reflection in the mirror of Erised. Each had their place in the picture show within his head, warming him to the ache before the pain hit.
Hermione petrified, her eyes holding only a hollow stare; Ron lying limp beside the chessboard; Cedric’s body lifeless; the screaming in his head from the Dementors; the last moment he saw Sirius. They spun together transforming into a hoarse scratchy hiss that made nervous butterflies flip around in his body.
“You…once…not hap…” He tried to force his mind to stop the shuddering; to focus on the whispering hiss. The harder he tried to train his ears to sound, the deeper it blurred into a bass that caused small cracks of false truth to bleed into each picture. He wondered if it was dreams of his past, or just the odd voice that was making them dance in such a insincere way.
The portraits watercolors dripping away until nothing remained. They seeped down from his sight till only one stood in the distance. It glowed dimly showing a slouched hooded figure that made his stomach drop out.
“You escaped me once…” the deep male voice whispered, making Harry’s head burn with the sudden clarity of it. He forced his hands into fist to avoid lifting it to cover the pinpoint of the pain. The lightening scar ignited tiny fires in his brain burning until he wondered if it glowed.
The man limped forward in overcompensated movements, until Harry could see the ebony woolen cloak clearly. “You will not elude me this time.” A pale ghostly white mask emerged from behind the oversized hood, his eyes an unyielding crimson. “Harry.”
A sharp pain shot though his head; his scar burning into his forehead like acid was dumped onto it. Harry clutched his head, trying to tear away the pain. “Potter.” The man’s eyes glowed red, causing small cracks in the mask. It blinded and burned his eyes while he watched it fall away in large chunks. Voldemort.
_
Draco stumbled out onto the cobblestone steps, his stomach doing a little dance from the bombarding smell of sickness in the hut. He took a deep breath of the forest, trying to purge his lungs of the horrible odor. His nose buzzed with the dark magic, a fact that he found rather disconcerting.
They must be close, closer then they should. The forest would surely keep them at bay; their darkness would not chance the forest. Magic no longer held sway within the realm of trees; it left many defenseless in its dark clutches.
“AAAAAHHHHH.” Draco forced away the creeps crawling up his spine, hearing the screech. He still could picture them falling upon the red haired boy’s body, sucking his soul from his body. Only a shell was left, no even the warmth of the day warmed his skin as they carried him back.
“VOLDERMORT!” Malfoy spun on his heels, turning to sprint back to the hut but a pull called to his back. It felt cold, harsh, deafening.
“HARRY!” Hermione screeched, echoing through the abandoned grounds.
The blonde stared up at the dark looming Dementor, his face sinking in slightly at the effects. His fingers clutched around his wand, shaking slightly in his hand. “Expecto Patronum.” The words came out cracked, weakening before it could even eject from his wand.
“DRACO!” Fred charged from the hut, thrusting the blonde into his twins arms. “Bloody git!” He barked at the looming shadow before throwing the Patronus Charm.
“Bloody fuck,” George breathed, causing Draco to switch his attention to the distant cloud of black floating robes threatening to engulf them. They were all coming for a fresh feast; the creatures could practically smell the power flowing from the cabin.
Harry. His strength was calling to them, beckoning them closer to grounds they would not have dared enter before. Draco pushed himself from George’s grip, his wand at the ready. They wouldn’t have Harry, they couldn’t.
George walked to stand beside petite blonde and his brother, ignoring the tingling of the flowing power behind him. Harry was alive. It rang in his head like a beautiful symphony. Harry was alive.
Fred felt the strength of the other two wizards, preparing for the battle ahead. The remaining crystals filling their pockets would be to no avail against these monsters. He only hoped they could fight them off, to escape and not meet the same fate as his fallen brother.
“Draco?” Hermione whispered, her voice slightly off-key. She stood at the bottom of the cobblestone steps, her face pinched while holding Harry in her arms. “What do we…”
A streak of bright rusty turquoise rolled past the three standing wizards to jerk to a stop. The vine covered rusty bucket’s out-of-tune honking causing all of them to jump back. All but Harry stared at their savior…a rusty Ford Anglia.
“Da’s car?”