Shadows and Orbs
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
13,233
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
6
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I own nothing and make no money from this. Charmed to Contanse M Burge and HP to JK Rowling.
Chapter 5
WARNING! Torture! Mildly graphic!
Chapter 5
"You…you are alive…" Peter stuttered.
"And why wouldn't I be alive?" Harry said as he moved into a crouch.
"He said so!" peter shouted, his watery blue eyes showing fear.
"What did he tell you?" Harry asked.
"He said he had taken Azkaban and killed you!" Peter squeaked.
"Really," Harry hummed and motioned for two dementors to hold Pettigrew down. Pettigrew squirmed and Harry smiled wickedly as he brought out a dagger from the depths of his robes.
He slowly paced his onto the cubby mans cheek and dragged the tip down, a small trail of blood in its wake. Harry's verdant eyes were locked on the red liquid and a pink tongue poked briefly from his lips.
Peter's eyes were fixed on the nightmare in front of him; he had always thought that he would die in one of three ways: 1- Lord Voldemort would kill him, 2- Sirius would kill him, and 3- Remus would kill him. He never imagined that the child of James and Lily Potter would be before him, green eyes full of evil, dagger in his small pale hand…
"Tell me Peter…" Harry whispered as he pushed the dagger painfully into the man's jaw, "did you know when I was born that there was darkness in me?"
"N-N-Noo," peter stuttered.
"Did you realize that I would be not only your end but the end of the wizarding world as we know it?" Harry asked and pulled the dagger away.
"What?" Peter couldn't help but ask and screamed as in one smooth movement the dagger was imbedded in the flesh of his arm.
The dementors in the room shifted slightly as they heard the man's scream, they had yet to see their King this angry.
"I am not the child of the prophecy…" Harry stated and removed the dagger, but not before twisting it viscously in Peter's arm bringing a strangled cry from the man.
"Did you know that if a prophecy can be negated by another one?" Harry asked and grabbed onto the man's hand and raised it up.
"No…" Peter gasped out. Harry smiled and brought down the dagger and cut through the finger, blood spilling onto his pale hands. Harry's verdant eyes looked at the cooling liquid on his hands, he raised one small hand and his pink tongue darted out and swiped some blood from the appendage.
Peter was staring at him in disgust, fear and horror. It seemed he was realising how bad a situation he was in. Harry turned his eyes back to the quivering man.
"The once powerful fortress of Azkaban, Shall house again a King," Harry whispered and brought down the dagger again, this time into the other arm.
"The wrathful wielder of Rubilacxe, From the darkness he will reign," Harry continued and pulled the dagger out.
"While the mighty halls of Camelot, Hold the Child of Light," Harry murmured as he pale hand brought the dagger down into Pettigrew's ankle bringing a loud scream, the loudest yet, from the animagus.
"Twice Blessed King- Wielder of Excalibur, He will shine and soothe the Night," The dagger was ripped from Pettigrew and swiftly brought down into his thigh.
"So that when they find each other, Two souls to balance one," The dagger repeated the same actions on the other leg, the screams and cries from the man becoming louder.
"With hard and gentle hand, They will right the wrong that's done," The dagger was stabbed into Pettigrew's gut and looked at the man's crying face.
"And the corrupt world will cower, They will feel their power wane," Harry whispered, his emerald eyes never straying off of Peter's face, as the dagger was twisted by a small pale hand.
"As together the forsaken Kings, Arrive on winds of change," Peter opened his eyes in confusion as he heard two voices and for a brief moment he thought he saw a spark of blue in those green orbs.
"Goodbye Peter," Harry whispered and drove the dagger directly into Peter's heart.
Harry stood up gracefully after pulled the dagger from the dead man. He lifted the dagger and like a snake his tongue flicked out onto the cool surface of the blade. Standing silent for a moment he gazed at the dagger, dark thoughts swirling inside his head.
"Take this corpse to lord Voldemort; he needs to understand that his time will soon end," Harry commanded, "And prepare an extra room next to mine…a visitor will be arriving soon."
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Chapter 5
"You…you are alive…" Peter stuttered.
"And why wouldn't I be alive?" Harry said as he moved into a crouch.
"He said so!" peter shouted, his watery blue eyes showing fear.
"What did he tell you?" Harry asked.
"He said he had taken Azkaban and killed you!" Peter squeaked.
"Really," Harry hummed and motioned for two dementors to hold Pettigrew down. Pettigrew squirmed and Harry smiled wickedly as he brought out a dagger from the depths of his robes.
He slowly paced his onto the cubby mans cheek and dragged the tip down, a small trail of blood in its wake. Harry's verdant eyes were locked on the red liquid and a pink tongue poked briefly from his lips.
Peter's eyes were fixed on the nightmare in front of him; he had always thought that he would die in one of three ways: 1- Lord Voldemort would kill him, 2- Sirius would kill him, and 3- Remus would kill him. He never imagined that the child of James and Lily Potter would be before him, green eyes full of evil, dagger in his small pale hand…
"Tell me Peter…" Harry whispered as he pushed the dagger painfully into the man's jaw, "did you know when I was born that there was darkness in me?"
"N-N-Noo," peter stuttered.
"Did you realize that I would be not only your end but the end of the wizarding world as we know it?" Harry asked and pulled the dagger away.
"What?" Peter couldn't help but ask and screamed as in one smooth movement the dagger was imbedded in the flesh of his arm.
The dementors in the room shifted slightly as they heard the man's scream, they had yet to see their King this angry.
"I am not the child of the prophecy…" Harry stated and removed the dagger, but not before twisting it viscously in Peter's arm bringing a strangled cry from the man.
"Did you know that if a prophecy can be negated by another one?" Harry asked and grabbed onto the man's hand and raised it up.
"No…" Peter gasped out. Harry smiled and brought down the dagger and cut through the finger, blood spilling onto his pale hands. Harry's verdant eyes looked at the cooling liquid on his hands, he raised one small hand and his pink tongue darted out and swiped some blood from the appendage.
Peter was staring at him in disgust, fear and horror. It seemed he was realising how bad a situation he was in. Harry turned his eyes back to the quivering man.
"The once powerful fortress of Azkaban, Shall house again a King," Harry whispered and brought down the dagger again, this time into the other arm.
"The wrathful wielder of Rubilacxe, From the darkness he will reign," Harry continued and pulled the dagger out.
"While the mighty halls of Camelot, Hold the Child of Light," Harry murmured as he pale hand brought the dagger down into Pettigrew's ankle bringing a loud scream, the loudest yet, from the animagus.
"Twice Blessed King- Wielder of Excalibur, He will shine and soothe the Night," The dagger was ripped from Pettigrew and swiftly brought down into his thigh.
"So that when they find each other, Two souls to balance one," The dagger repeated the same actions on the other leg, the screams and cries from the man becoming louder.
"With hard and gentle hand, They will right the wrong that's done," The dagger was stabbed into Pettigrew's gut and looked at the man's crying face.
"And the corrupt world will cower, They will feel their power wane," Harry whispered, his emerald eyes never straying off of Peter's face, as the dagger was twisted by a small pale hand.
"As together the forsaken Kings, Arrive on winds of change," Peter opened his eyes in confusion as he heard two voices and for a brief moment he thought he saw a spark of blue in those green orbs.
"Goodbye Peter," Harry whispered and drove the dagger directly into Peter's heart.
Harry stood up gracefully after pulled the dagger from the dead man. He lifted the dagger and like a snake his tongue flicked out onto the cool surface of the blade. Standing silent for a moment he gazed at the dagger, dark thoughts swirling inside his head.
"Take this corpse to lord Voldemort; he needs to understand that his time will soon end," Harry commanded, "And prepare an extra room next to mine…a visitor will be arriving soon."
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