Harry Potter and the Demon Knight
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Adult +
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7
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44,050
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38
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Desire, Lust, and Love. Part 2
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Harry lay in a large, soft, comfortable bed inside what used to be Percy’s room at the Burrow, with a newly healed dagger injury. He would have been happy about this, if he weren't doped up on quickly fading pain-relieving potions. With the burning still taking over his body he had been told that he was now slowly and painfully turning into a demon.
The fire from before was now coursing through his veins. The incredible heat and pain caused Harry to scream… yell and scream things he didn't mean. Mrs. Weasley, Charlie or Ron would come in, with those lovely towels, the ones drenched in ice water. They were the only things that calmed the burning inside his body and helped release the heat from under his skin.
Still, after only a few minutes, they no longer would help. Even with cooling charms all over the room and bed, glasses of ice water and only three candles lit around the near pitch-black room, the unbearable heat would return to the surface. The heat made the towels unbearably warm causing him to yell out yet again. Mrs. Weasley, Charlie or Ron would then return to start the process all over. Harry was nearly sure that they where taking shifts. He knew there were other people downstairs.
As time passed Harry could tell it was getting worse. Soon it would take over his entire body; his wand hand was already gone, his left followed closely.
All that was left now was his toes and the rest of his head. Ron had told him the last time he came in that he wasn't allowed to come in any more. He told him he would have to wait until the end of the transformation before anyone was allowed in to see him. Ron also let him know that they had run a very, very cold bath with some ice in the attached bathroom and that Harry should wait to use it to help "release" the heat from his body after he was done changing but not before. He then cast a silencing charm, left Harry's wand on the nightstand and left. Regret nearly pouring from his retreating form as he shut the door on his best mate.
Harry felt the coldness fading from towels and knew that a few moments from now, the unbearable heat would return.
Harry closed his eyes tight, took in deep gasps of air and readied himself for the pain to return. Luckily though, this time, as soon as it hit he blacked out.
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Ginny crept silently down the stairs by Harry's current room. Bill and Ron had tried to keep her locked up in her room and away from what was going on, but they were no Fred and George. A Sleeping Hex and a simple distraction insured her way past her oldest and older brother. It was only a hop and skip from there to Harry's room, even while being sure to be quiet.
Ginny had grown more and more worried over the last few moments. About an hour ago Harry was brought in, badly injured and screaming. He continued to scream and curse for hours. She had never known Harry to curse, but there it was. But then a few minutes ago he had just stopped, out of nowhere…silence.
Ginny had to get to him and make sure he was okay.
As far as she was concerned, she was still his girlfriend. So that gave her every right to rip, tease and hex to get to him.
Ginny got to his door and realized fairly quickly that the door had been warded. Trying her luck she grabbed the knob and turned. The doorknob turned for her and she pushed the door open slowly. The doorframe glowed with a blue hue. It was warded to allow entrance but not to exit, the blue being a dead giveaway. The door had to be opened from the outside; otherwise no one on the inside would be getting out. Ginny silently thanked Hermione's vast knowledge, as she pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in.
She was surprised to see that is was fairly cold in the room. Cooler than it should be, even for this time of night. She then noticed that there where only three candles lit and the rest of the room was needless to say, pitch black.
Ginny let her eyes focus for a moment as she lightly pushed the door to, but didn't shut it completely.
"Harry?" She murmured as she took another step into the room. And she saw him. Harry's unconscious figure, sprawled over the bed and he was burning up.
Ginny nearly flew to his side and sat next to him on the bed. She immediately set her hands to brushing his sweaty and dripping hair from his eyes and face. Oh God, he was nearly on fire. It was as if his whole body was fevered or had been soaking in an overly hot tub for hours. Ginny knew that he would dehydrate soon.
"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?" Ginny asked as she grabbed the wet towels that where lying on his body and flung them off. Dear God, they were hotter than his body. Puffs of steam seemed to roll of Harry's over hot body and into the overly cool air of the room. Ginny quickly threw all of the rest of the towels off of Harry, knowing that they were too hot to serve their purpose now. She ignored the fact that Harry was in nothing but a pair of boxers. She had folded, handed off, passed and even bought boxers for her brothers before, so it was really nothing she thought too much of. Even if it was Harry that was wearing them and they happened to be soaking wet and clinging to his body.
Ginny then looked around quickly trying to find something else she could do or use in order to take away Harry's fever. She still didn't know why her family, let alone her MOTHER, would lock Harry away with this horrid of a fever. If nothing else, he has or would have a serious infection.
Ginny's eyes fell on the few glasses of ice water on the nightstand Harry had set aside for him.
Ginny turned back to Harry and placed the now too-hot towels around his sides and under him. She then grabbed one of the glasses and moved so that she was sitting on top of Harry. Her legs open, one knee at both of his sides. If he were awake or lucid, she might be embarrassed, but right now she had to cool him down.
Ginny lightly poured some ice water on Harry's chest, making sure to tip out a few ice cubes. She sat the glass down and moved the water all over his chest; making sure the water saturated his neck and ribs. But above all, his face and head. When the water got too warm, she pushed the pool of water to his side; where it rolled down and was gathered by the towels she had placed down earlier. She then used the ice cubes. When the ice cubes had melted, she grabbed the glass again.
Over and over she repeated this, fighting the onslaught of fever with only a glass of water and some ice cubes. Sometimes Harry would mummer something when she rubbed close to his lower stomach or neck. She noticed also that he would let out a sigh of relief every time she ran cold water though his hair and used an ice cube to cool his face.
Soon, she noticed, the fever started to calm. Ginny sighed in relief as the heat in Harry's body took longer and longer to return to the surface of his skin. She was winning. She was helping Harry beat this thing. Or she was at least keeping him comfortable. But it was at this point she realized she was running out of water. She had only a half a glass left.
Ginny sighed and decided it was safe to leave a mumbling Harry behind in order to run to the bathroom to get more cold water… or maybe to draw a bath. Imagine her surprise when a full tub of water, complete with a covering of floating ice, was waiting for her.
She nearly danced with glee. She knew she wouldn't be able to drag Harry in here, let alone keep him above the water level so he could breath. But she already had a way to bring the ice water to HIM. Ginny ran back to Harry's side and grabbed a few of the already soaked towels. She ran back into the bathroom and quickly rang out the towel in the sink.
She then dipped one in the tub of ice water and ran back to Harry, in order to place the cold towel on him and grab the next towel she would use. She barely noticed when the dark corner of the room seemed to stir and the door to the room closed completely behind her.
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Harry lay in a large, soft, comfortable bed inside what used to be Percy’s room at the Burrow, with a newly healed dagger injury. He would have been happy about this, if he weren't doped up on quickly fading pain-relieving potions. With the burning still taking over his body he had been told that he was now slowly and painfully turning into a demon.
The fire from before was now coursing through his veins. The incredible heat and pain caused Harry to scream… yell and scream things he didn't mean. Mrs. Weasley, Charlie or Ron would come in, with those lovely towels, the ones drenched in ice water. They were the only things that calmed the burning inside his body and helped release the heat from under his skin.
Still, after only a few minutes, they no longer would help. Even with cooling charms all over the room and bed, glasses of ice water and only three candles lit around the near pitch-black room, the unbearable heat would return to the surface. The heat made the towels unbearably warm causing him to yell out yet again. Mrs. Weasley, Charlie or Ron would then return to start the process all over. Harry was nearly sure that they where taking shifts. He knew there were other people downstairs.
As time passed Harry could tell it was getting worse. Soon it would take over his entire body; his wand hand was already gone, his left followed closely.
All that was left now was his toes and the rest of his head. Ron had told him the last time he came in that he wasn't allowed to come in any more. He told him he would have to wait until the end of the transformation before anyone was allowed in to see him. Ron also let him know that they had run a very, very cold bath with some ice in the attached bathroom and that Harry should wait to use it to help "release" the heat from his body after he was done changing but not before. He then cast a silencing charm, left Harry's wand on the nightstand and left. Regret nearly pouring from his retreating form as he shut the door on his best mate.
Harry felt the coldness fading from towels and knew that a few moments from now, the unbearable heat would return.
Harry closed his eyes tight, took in deep gasps of air and readied himself for the pain to return. Luckily though, this time, as soon as it hit he blacked out.
Ginny crept silently down the stairs by Harry's current room. Bill and Ron had tried to keep her locked up in her room and away from what was going on, but they were no Fred and George. A Sleeping Hex and a simple distraction insured her way past her oldest and older brother. It was only a hop and skip from there to Harry's room, even while being sure to be quiet.
Ginny had grown more and more worried over the last few moments. About an hour ago Harry was brought in, badly injured and screaming. He continued to scream and curse for hours. She had never known Harry to curse, but there it was. But then a few minutes ago he had just stopped, out of nowhere…silence.
Ginny had to get to him and make sure he was okay.
As far as she was concerned, she was still his girlfriend. So that gave her every right to rip, tease and hex to get to him.
Ginny got to his door and realized fairly quickly that the door had been warded. Trying her luck she grabbed the knob and turned. The doorknob turned for her and she pushed the door open slowly. The doorframe glowed with a blue hue. It was warded to allow entrance but not to exit, the blue being a dead giveaway. The door had to be opened from the outside; otherwise no one on the inside would be getting out. Ginny silently thanked Hermione's vast knowledge, as she pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in.
She was surprised to see that is was fairly cold in the room. Cooler than it should be, even for this time of night. She then noticed that there where only three candles lit and the rest of the room was needless to say, pitch black.
Ginny let her eyes focus for a moment as she lightly pushed the door to, but didn't shut it completely.
"Harry?" She murmured as she took another step into the room. And she saw him. Harry's unconscious figure, sprawled over the bed and he was burning up.
Ginny nearly flew to his side and sat next to him on the bed. She immediately set her hands to brushing his sweaty and dripping hair from his eyes and face. Oh God, he was nearly on fire. It was as if his whole body was fevered or had been soaking in an overly hot tub for hours. Ginny knew that he would dehydrate soon.
"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?" Ginny asked as she grabbed the wet towels that where lying on his body and flung them off. Dear God, they were hotter than his body. Puffs of steam seemed to roll of Harry's over hot body and into the overly cool air of the room. Ginny quickly threw all of the rest of the towels off of Harry, knowing that they were too hot to serve their purpose now. She ignored the fact that Harry was in nothing but a pair of boxers. She had folded, handed off, passed and even bought boxers for her brothers before, so it was really nothing she thought too much of. Even if it was Harry that was wearing them and they happened to be soaking wet and clinging to his body.
Ginny then looked around quickly trying to find something else she could do or use in order to take away Harry's fever. She still didn't know why her family, let alone her MOTHER, would lock Harry away with this horrid of a fever. If nothing else, he has or would have a serious infection.
Ginny's eyes fell on the few glasses of ice water on the nightstand Harry had set aside for him.
Ginny turned back to Harry and placed the now too-hot towels around his sides and under him. She then grabbed one of the glasses and moved so that she was sitting on top of Harry. Her legs open, one knee at both of his sides. If he were awake or lucid, she might be embarrassed, but right now she had to cool him down.
Ginny lightly poured some ice water on Harry's chest, making sure to tip out a few ice cubes. She sat the glass down and moved the water all over his chest; making sure the water saturated his neck and ribs. But above all, his face and head. When the water got too warm, she pushed the pool of water to his side; where it rolled down and was gathered by the towels she had placed down earlier. She then used the ice cubes. When the ice cubes had melted, she grabbed the glass again.
Over and over she repeated this, fighting the onslaught of fever with only a glass of water and some ice cubes. Sometimes Harry would mummer something when she rubbed close to his lower stomach or neck. She noticed also that he would let out a sigh of relief every time she ran cold water though his hair and used an ice cube to cool his face.
Soon, she noticed, the fever started to calm. Ginny sighed in relief as the heat in Harry's body took longer and longer to return to the surface of his skin. She was winning. She was helping Harry beat this thing. Or she was at least keeping him comfortable. But it was at this point she realized she was running out of water. She had only a half a glass left.
Ginny sighed and decided it was safe to leave a mumbling Harry behind in order to run to the bathroom to get more cold water… or maybe to draw a bath. Imagine her surprise when a full tub of water, complete with a covering of floating ice, was waiting for her.
She nearly danced with glee. She knew she wouldn't be able to drag Harry in here, let alone keep him above the water level so he could breath. But she already had a way to bring the ice water to HIM. Ginny ran back to Harry's side and grabbed a few of the already soaked towels. She ran back into the bathroom and quickly rang out the towel in the sink.
She then dipped one in the tub of ice water and ran back to Harry, in order to place the cold towel on him and grab the next towel she would use. She barely noticed when the dark corner of the room seemed to stir and the door to the room closed completely behind her.