Son of the Basilisk
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,591
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
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.
Scars
Chapter Three
Scars
Harry got to the common room safely despite his follower. He was just drunk enough to feel no pain but sober enough to be aware of his surroundings. Too aware he thought to himself as he realized that there was only two other people in the common room, Ron and Hermione.
He felt his anger rising and was gong to avoid trouble and go up to pass out on his bed. Too bad the weasel spoke first. “Harry, please come down here. We have some explaining to do.” He said sounding sorry for himself.
“What is there to explain I trusted you two more then anything and you threw me to the wolves. Now excuse me while I go up to bed before I do something I wouldn’t regret.” Harry said putting heavy accent on the word wouldn’t.
He moved to do just that when the worst thing they could do to him now happened. “Petrificus Totalus!” was Hermione’s answer to his retreat. “We’re sorry for what we have done now your going to let us say our piece then you may leave but not before.” She said coolly.
That absolutely enraged Harry. He had been the one to suffer because of their actions and now they demanded he follow their rules. The magic surging through him was so much stronger then Hermione’s he broke the spell. Instead of coming up and immediately charging into a fight like Weasley would have done he just got up from the floor and squared off against them.
When he spoke his voice was deepened by magic and deadly cold. “You dare tell me what to do. You know full well what you have done. I saw the fake tears the malicious lies.” As he spoke he started stripping himself of his robes and unbuttoning his shirt. “You don’t think I actually missed that do you? It was that moment in time that I sought out oblivion. Do you want to know what happened to me in Voldemort’s lair? Do you want to see what your actions caused? Well go ahead and look.” He said with awful finality.
In that moment he got to the last button. He let the shirt fall to the floor. He got a weird sort of malicious pleasure from the gasps of horror emitting from the two traitors. His wounds were deep and numerous. Some weren’t even completely healed yet. He had refused medical treatment and some were very deep. They deserved to know the devastation they caused.
Without saying a word Harry turned and stormed out of the common room. He had his flask in his hand from undressing himself. Not caring that he was top less and that all his scars were showing he just let his feet carry him. he ran and ran, not really caring where he ended up.
Finding himself in the astronomy tower he sat there staring into the stars drinking himself into oblivion. He would occasionally drink so fast the flask wouldn’t be able to instantly refill. Not realizing that the moisture on his cheeks wasn’t from fog. He just kept drinking and silently crying. These were his darkest times. When memories best left buried were brought to the surface. He broke down and wept beyond any control.
He wasn’t even aware of falling asleep there. He didn’t realize his skin was turning an unhealthy shade of blue from cold. He didn’t notice his system come dangerously close to shutting down from alcohol poisoning. He really should have noticed the tall black figure carrying him away from the tower. He kind of processed that a blanket had been thrown roughly around him. He knew he was dreaming when he thought he heard a voice. Oblivion called again and he was lost to the realm of unconsciousness.
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When he woke the first thing he realized was he had a killer hangover, the second thing was someone had taken his flask, the third was he wasn’t in the astronomy tower anymore. Now that thought got his brain working. He looked around and even through bleary, bloodshot eyes he could tell he was in Slytherin territory. The blankets were green and the sheets and hangings were silver. The stone walls held moisture and chill.
Then he noticed he wasn’t alone. The other person in the room was standing so still as to be overlooked. Harry knew this was the same person who had found him on the train. A voice then cut through the air making Harry’s sensitive ears hurt.
“I am willing to bet you aren’t feeling so hot this morning from the state I found you in last night.” Harry’s suspicions were confirmed that was definitely Zabini’s voice. “You are lucky it was Slytherin’s turn to patrol the astronomy tower last night. If you had pulled the same stunt tonight you would have been caught by your Gryffindor housemates. In return for my silence I want some answers from you. Like why you insisted on trying to poison yourself last night, and how you got all those scars. It is your choice. I wont tell a soul about this little indiscretion if you talk to me, and if you don’t talk I will go straight to McGonagall. What do you chose?” Blaise asked the still hurting Harry.
“Alright, I will answer your questions but you have to tell me why you want to know.” Harry challenged.
“Simple I want to know why the Golden boy is looking a little tarnished.” Blaise answered. “Plus we kind of need you to get rid of the pain in everyone’s neck, Voldemort.”
“You say his name?” Harry asked slightly curious.
“Why shouldn’t I? The only ones who don’t use his name either fear him or are working for him. I don’t fall into either group so I call him Voldemort.” Blaise answered.
“Fine I will answer your questions. Just don’t go to McGonagall or Pomfrey.” Harry broke down.
“Good now spill.” Blaise asked eagerly.
A/N so what ya think is it any good?
Scars
Harry got to the common room safely despite his follower. He was just drunk enough to feel no pain but sober enough to be aware of his surroundings. Too aware he thought to himself as he realized that there was only two other people in the common room, Ron and Hermione.
He felt his anger rising and was gong to avoid trouble and go up to pass out on his bed. Too bad the weasel spoke first. “Harry, please come down here. We have some explaining to do.” He said sounding sorry for himself.
“What is there to explain I trusted you two more then anything and you threw me to the wolves. Now excuse me while I go up to bed before I do something I wouldn’t regret.” Harry said putting heavy accent on the word wouldn’t.
He moved to do just that when the worst thing they could do to him now happened. “Petrificus Totalus!” was Hermione’s answer to his retreat. “We’re sorry for what we have done now your going to let us say our piece then you may leave but not before.” She said coolly.
That absolutely enraged Harry. He had been the one to suffer because of their actions and now they demanded he follow their rules. The magic surging through him was so much stronger then Hermione’s he broke the spell. Instead of coming up and immediately charging into a fight like Weasley would have done he just got up from the floor and squared off against them.
When he spoke his voice was deepened by magic and deadly cold. “You dare tell me what to do. You know full well what you have done. I saw the fake tears the malicious lies.” As he spoke he started stripping himself of his robes and unbuttoning his shirt. “You don’t think I actually missed that do you? It was that moment in time that I sought out oblivion. Do you want to know what happened to me in Voldemort’s lair? Do you want to see what your actions caused? Well go ahead and look.” He said with awful finality.
In that moment he got to the last button. He let the shirt fall to the floor. He got a weird sort of malicious pleasure from the gasps of horror emitting from the two traitors. His wounds were deep and numerous. Some weren’t even completely healed yet. He had refused medical treatment and some were very deep. They deserved to know the devastation they caused.
Without saying a word Harry turned and stormed out of the common room. He had his flask in his hand from undressing himself. Not caring that he was top less and that all his scars were showing he just let his feet carry him. he ran and ran, not really caring where he ended up.
Finding himself in the astronomy tower he sat there staring into the stars drinking himself into oblivion. He would occasionally drink so fast the flask wouldn’t be able to instantly refill. Not realizing that the moisture on his cheeks wasn’t from fog. He just kept drinking and silently crying. These were his darkest times. When memories best left buried were brought to the surface. He broke down and wept beyond any control.
He wasn’t even aware of falling asleep there. He didn’t realize his skin was turning an unhealthy shade of blue from cold. He didn’t notice his system come dangerously close to shutting down from alcohol poisoning. He really should have noticed the tall black figure carrying him away from the tower. He kind of processed that a blanket had been thrown roughly around him. He knew he was dreaming when he thought he heard a voice. Oblivion called again and he was lost to the realm of unconsciousness.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
When he woke the first thing he realized was he had a killer hangover, the second thing was someone had taken his flask, the third was he wasn’t in the astronomy tower anymore. Now that thought got his brain working. He looked around and even through bleary, bloodshot eyes he could tell he was in Slytherin territory. The blankets were green and the sheets and hangings were silver. The stone walls held moisture and chill.
Then he noticed he wasn’t alone. The other person in the room was standing so still as to be overlooked. Harry knew this was the same person who had found him on the train. A voice then cut through the air making Harry’s sensitive ears hurt.
“I am willing to bet you aren’t feeling so hot this morning from the state I found you in last night.” Harry’s suspicions were confirmed that was definitely Zabini’s voice. “You are lucky it was Slytherin’s turn to patrol the astronomy tower last night. If you had pulled the same stunt tonight you would have been caught by your Gryffindor housemates. In return for my silence I want some answers from you. Like why you insisted on trying to poison yourself last night, and how you got all those scars. It is your choice. I wont tell a soul about this little indiscretion if you talk to me, and if you don’t talk I will go straight to McGonagall. What do you chose?” Blaise asked the still hurting Harry.
“Alright, I will answer your questions but you have to tell me why you want to know.” Harry challenged.
“Simple I want to know why the Golden boy is looking a little tarnished.” Blaise answered. “Plus we kind of need you to get rid of the pain in everyone’s neck, Voldemort.”
“You say his name?” Harry asked slightly curious.
“Why shouldn’t I? The only ones who don’t use his name either fear him or are working for him. I don’t fall into either group so I call him Voldemort.” Blaise answered.
“Fine I will answer your questions. Just don’t go to McGonagall or Pomfrey.” Harry broke down.
“Good now spill.” Blaise asked eagerly.
A/N so what ya think is it any good?