Forever and Always

Umm. . . I havent really got this back from my beta, so this will most likely be edited and updated again. I just really wanted to post it, so ya. . . lol.

Something of Intrigue Perhaps?
Oh, Also, My beta got this great idea of a group of authors *and* artists under one account called \"Lunar Seven.\" Sort of like a group that post stuff everywhere. If you are at all interested, please IM me, or email me. We plan on having eight members, thus, six spots are open, so if you are really interested you might want to contact me Or Zelphie (you can find her in the authors\' directory.) We want to develop a group of authors and artist that contrast and complement each other, also with compatible personalities (feel the love, man. We all just want to be friends . . . pfft, yeah, right.) thank you for you time if you actually read this.
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Chapter Three: And the Darkness Returned /center>

\"The master has given you some clothes.\" Smiling, a servant with large eyes, signaled to the closet. The boy couldn\'t have been much more than 14, gangly and much taller Harry though. Despite the size difference, he had a distinctly humble feeling. It was simply in his demeanor, however, it must have been a very subduing encounter being with Harry. To be brutally honest, the boy was no looker, and to be in the presence of such gem made him unpleasantly self-conscious.

\"Oh, and I\'m sure ‘the master\' is expecting a large thank you? You know, for not forcing me to run around naked? Wow. He\'s so considerate!\" sarcasm scorned the true relief at having clothes. Comprehending that he was being rather cruel to the messenger, Harry looked at the boy who was now fidgeting, eyes cast downward.

\"I\'m sorry.\" Large green eyes seeped sincerity into even rounder brown ones. The boy\'s eyes widened in surprise suddenly looking guilty.

\"There\'s no need to apologize to me! I should have said it better . . . or something!\" looking for the most respectful words, \" Besides . . . someone like you should . . . should not . . . no, I\'m much too lowly for that . . . \"

\"How can you say that? What is lowly about you?!\" chuckling Harry smiled, \"Technically I\'m lower than you right? I mean, you are obviously taller.\" Not resisting a laugh, the boy snickered as well. An invisible hand slapped the boy when he realized what he was doing.

\"Goodness! Look at me! I\'m laughing at a noble! Oh, but how can you ask why im lowly? Look at me? Im a . . . a slave! And, and, well, I\'m ugly. Not at all like you sir . . . if- if you don\'t mind me saying . . . well, you, you\'re beautiful.\" Blushing Harry looked at his lap, still seated in the bed.

\"In my opinion, you beat me by a hundred fold! Look, I\'ve never done an honest day\'s work in my life. Being a slave is a much more difficult job than being a noble. As for looks, you aren\'t ugly! Even if you were, I don\'t like it when people judge me by what I look like . . . Id never do that to someone else. So why don\'t we forget what we look like, what I am, and what you are? Just be Harry and . . . oh dear! What\'s your name?\"

\". . .Dobby.\"

\"All right Dobby! We are going to be friends! Alright?\"

\"Yes sir-\"

\"Harry! My name is Harry.\" Eyes lighting up at the honor, Dobby beamed.

\"If you don\'t mind me asking, where are the clothes?\" He said, while gathering the sheet self-consciously around his waist.


\"Oh, He had it put into your wardrobe! I\'ll go get some clothes for you.\" The lanky boy disappeared into the doors in front of Harry\'s bed. When he reappeared, he held the clothes out. Harry took the clothes from him, and stood expectantly. A couple of seconds went by.

\"Um . . . are you going to leave?\"

\"Oh! Sorry! I\'m supposed to escort you to dinner with when you are done getting dressed. I\'ll just wait outside the door.\" Before Harry could protest, he was gone again.

Looking at the clothes, Harry winced. It wasn\'t the clothing, it was Harry\'s modesty that was the problem. Not wanting to offend his new friend, he decided he had to wear it. The well-toned prince concluded there was some sort of merciless string of fate, tying him together with leather pants. A few seconds later Harry was buttoning up the embroidered vest. Harry wondered why that monster was spending so much on him.

Examining the vest again, Harry resolved that at his very best \"the master\" of this house had at least a good fashion sense, seeing as how he bought these clothes. Oddly enough the vest was a sort of \"black on black\" affair, having a simple inky base, with deep effulgent ebony thread sewn into intricate swirls and patterns. The stitch work was almost regrettably subtle for its skill, that must have been part of its appeal though. Harry was surprised at how the clothes fit, perfectly tailored, the vest hugging him perfectly strait from the loose unopened collar right to where it ended, about mid thigh, the black blending right into black. Opening the door Harry stepped out to congratulate Dobby on picking out the beautiful outfit (despite Harry\'s crying demureness, which was begging for something that didn\'t hug his ass.)

The moment Harry opened the door, he was ready to close it. There, right in front of his door, was that monster. Noticing him Dobby smiled, but ‘Os\' (Harry found the name far too human for such a beast.) Os was doing something else. He was looking at him. Looking at him. Harry was surprised that the thing wasn\'t drooling all over the hallway floor. Disgusted b the blatant lusty stare, Harry started to retreat back into his room, closing the door.

\"Oh, no. You\'re coming with me.\" Seizing the small boy, Os started pulling, but the wingely wasn\'t moving. The problem was, Harry had latched himself to the door. Pulling harder, the beast still showed no sign of difficulty, merely holding the boys arm and yanking. Harry was having more difficulty though, and the door was beginning to squeak as if it would come of the hinges. Looking at this, Harry started to pull himself more desperately, and the beast had now latched onto his leg, tilting Harry on his side while he clutched the protesting door. Dobby watched in amazement, wondering how such a frail looking creature had managed to compete with his master\'s strength. This was merely a show to a bystander though, which became quickly apparent.

\"Alright, I\'m done with this, you\'ve had your fun.\" The beast jerked him off the door, neither of them took gravity into account as Harry smashed into the ground his foot still in Os\'s left hand. Feeling shame Harry realized the beast hadn\'t even tried, he was more so humoring him than fighting him. A clawed hand drew near his position on the floor. Without thinking he flinched from the contact. The hand drew back, as if scared by the flinch, and Harry felt a surge of anger emanating off the creature despite his currently composed manner. As if making up his mind, the clawed paw-like hand returned, a vice grip attacking the small beauty\'s upper arm. Without much grace, he dragged the small prince, most likely the nearest torture chamber, Harry assumed.
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It was the oddest torture chamber Harry had ever seen. A large table, a dozen chairs, the potent aroma of . . . steak? Harry was very confused. Everything about this room contradicted the Os\'s previous actions. Then it hit him. Harry might have been nieve, but he knew what the beast wanted now!

\"You\'re going to eat me?\" Harry regretted this instantly when the beast growled in a furious manner. Pulling him farther into the room, Os threw him into the chair. Harry watched as the monster sat at the head of the table.

\"I assumed you were hungry.\"

\"What makes you think I want to eat with you?\"

\"Well its unquestionably a progression to your previous company.\"

\"Don\'t you dare talk about him, you-\"

\"Oh? Why not? You should hear, the people always talk about their ‘great prince Harry Potter,\' \" interrupting him elegantly, Os set his knife and fork down.

\"Stop it.\" Looking down, Harry started to shake with suppressed rage, his soul smouldering at the constant condescending nature of his company.

\"Oh, but they do so adore you, always talking about their ‘good, loyal, kind,\' and most importantly ‘beautiful\' leader. I mean, you are such a god to them.\"

\"Shut up!\" standing up, Harry glared across the table. His green eyes shown like luminaries in the sandy light of the chandelier.

\"I\'d love for them to see you now. Fawning over that prince, that maniac. It\'s pathetic.\" Os continued his jeering in a deadly whisper.

\"I will not take this.\" Before he had made two steps to the door a broad chest stood in front of him, even ignoring his monstrous size, Os seemed to move impossibly fast.

\"You will not leave this room without my permission.\"

\"Or what? You really will eat me? Frankly I\'d rather be eaten alive then listen to you. Your teeth make you look like a monster, but your tongue seems to be what makes you a monster.\"

Silence. The beast seemed completely speechless, something Harry would have begged for a couple seconds ago. Turning around the beast started to walk toward one of the large windows.

\"I- I\'m sorry . . . you may leave.\" The beast seemed to be having trouble standing again, leaning against the windowsill, the shadows of the moon accentuating his pain stricken face. Despite his screaming conscience, angry flashes of the evening still burned him enough to keep him from staying.
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Sunlight splashed the room, setting a glow all around. Harry grazed his fingers over the glass longingly, hoping he could soak up the fresh air from the glass through his fingertips. Looking out into vast gardens the wingely was forced to turn around, from sheer depression. Leaning on the frame, he hugged himself, in one final attempt to stop his the pain easing into him.

\"Harry?\" Opting on silence, he sat ignoring the growling voice on the other side of the door.

\"Harry, I would like you to come down for breakfast.\" Ah, the same reason Dobby had been up earlier.

\"I don\'t think that in my current state of mind I\'d do anything you\'d like of me, so good luck with that.\"

\". . . alright, I- I\'ll have Dobby send . . . something up to you.\" The pained voice seeped past to Harry\'s ears and he felt instant regret. Glares of last night flickered in his mind, replacing his contrition with anger. As Harry walked into his room, exhaustion flooded him.

No one was there to see him pass out on the floor.
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\"Harry . . . \" a voice in the dark, so reminiscent of his nightmares, penetrated through the black fog.

\"Harry . . . \"

\"Unh . . . \" almost incoherent, he still tried to protest.

\"Where are you Harry?\"
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Twin emeralds snapped in sudden awareness. Gasping for air, Harry tried to ignore the closing of his lungs. Still begging for the sweet air Harry writhed on the floor clawing at the wood. Just as his vision faded, he started to calm down. As air flooded his chest, his mind started to clear. With the calming breaths his eye\'s began to shut, slow, and impossible to fight. Harry didn\'t even bother stopping the scream that tore through his throat, and the darkness returned.
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Hope you liked it, and I will be updating less sorry. (MY MAN CAME HOME! YEAH!) so, the best I can do is probably about every 4 days. sorry. but I will work. see ya.