Harry Potter and The Frozen Heart

Title: Harry Potter and the Frozen Heart
Chapter Title: Apprentice?
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/OC
Warnings: Slash, Spoilers from book 5, bad language, sexual situations, and more . . .
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories.
Synopsis: During his summer before his 6th year, Harry decides he no longer cares about the wizarding worlds needs and decides to face Voldemort on his own terms. But, he meets someone who then begins to unlock his inner feelings in way he never knew possible, but what happens when this person shows up at Hogwarts? Not to mention the new threat Voldemort has in store . . . Will Harry be able to stop him? And if so at what cost?



Harry rode the motorcycle back to the alleyway and shrunk it once he was sure no one was looking. He didn’t spot anyone from the Order nearby as he walked back to # 4, and was glad he didn’t run into anyone else as the sun was just beginning to set.. As he closed the door behind him, he was instantly grabbed by the throat by his Uncle Vernon.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SON!?!” he yelled as he choked Harry.

Reacting quickly, Harry pulled out the serpent dagger out of the waist band of his pants and took a swipe at his uncle. Vernon just barely moved his face in time to avoid the blade and thrust Harry back into the wall.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Harry choked out as he picked himself off the floor.

His uncle looked both enraged and scared at the same time. Harry had never tried to fight back, at least not to violently, least of all with a knife. Looking clearly at the sight before him, Harry saw for the first time, his Aunt Petunia, watching everything from the living room. Along with her was Dudley, half watching the scene in front of him and half reeling on the floor from the blow to the crouch Harry had given him a minute ago in the park. Harry quickly put the dagger back into his pants and pulled out his new wand.

“You don’t frighten me boy! I know you can’t do any tricks on us!” Vernon spat.

“Wrong” Harry laughed, “I found a way to do magic without getting caught! And, if you want proof, EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!”

Prongs erupted out of Harry’s wand and charged right at Uncle Vernon. Petunia screamed and Vernon back away, hitting the wall behind him. Prongs evaporated, leaving three very scared relatives behind.

“Now the three of you are going to listen closely, because I am only saying this once!” Harry stated.

“I will not be threatened in my own house boy!” Vernon replied growing a darker shade of purple.

“You are going to do what I say, one way or another” Harry stated calmly. “Imperio!”

Vernon’s face stopped turning purple and returned to normal, but his eyes looked to be locked into a kind of trance.

“BAND YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL!” a voice commanded in Vernon’s head.

He quickly did as the voice told and began to bang his head against the wall. He kept hitting his head on the wall until blood appeared on his forehead and Harry stopped the curse. Vernon was dizzy but managed to stay on his feet by leaning on the wall. He looked at the wall and noticed the large hole on it and suddenly remembered what happened. A look of fear crossed all their faces as they looked Harry.

“Now, as I was saying, I am only going to say this once. First of all, I am going to come and go from this house whenever I please. Second, I don’t need you to feed me so you don’t need to include me in your meals, which I’m sure will make all of us happy. Third, you will continue to ignore me whenever I am here in the house. Fourth, my owl and any other owl or bird can come here to deliver mail, at any time day or night! And finally, Dudley, if I hear that you have beaten up Mark Evans or any other kid, I will personally hunt you down like the pig you are and hex you into oblivion!” Harry stated and began to walk up the stairs, before he stopped as a new thought came to him. “Also, before I forget, you and your friends are going to stay far away from the park since I plan on spending a lot of time there and if you and your friends show up, ill be more than happy to kick your ass again, this time with my wand!”

With that Harry walked up stairs, leaving his relatives cowering in fear. A huge smile crossed his face as he reached his, which turned into a shocked expression when he opened the door.

“Keeva?”

She was lying on Harry’s bed with her wings stretched out over the mattress. Harry went over to her and petted her softly on the head. She stood up and jumped onto his shoulder.

“I thought you were going back home?” Harry thought aloud. “Does this mean you want to stay?”

Keeva began to sing and Harry felt the world drift away. By time she stopped, Harry was laying back on the bed, lost in the swoon of her beautiful song. She nuzzled his neck affectionately and he quickly kissed the top of her head. He couldn’t believe that she was back, and that she was going to stay, or at least for the time being. The book said there were only two water phoenixes that ever chose a master so Harry was trying not to get his hopes up. She could leave at anytime and he really didn’t know what her being back meant. He decided to open his trunk and look it up, as well as some other things. With a push of his fingers, the trunk had gone back to his normal size and Harry climbed in.

-Seth, Keeva’s back-- Harry proclaimed as he climbed down the latter.

Keeva jumped off his shoulder and landed next to Seth on the floor. They seemed to be talking to each other as Harry watched. He smiled at the scene and decided to break in his potions lab. He knew exactly what potion he wanted to make: the Animagus potion. He had found the potion in one of the dark art books and decided he had to try it. Looking threw the potions book he found what he needed and decided to try and make it. Most of the ingredients were either very illegal or under strict control by the ministry. But thanks to his sabbatical into Knockturn Alley, he had everything he needed. He took off his forehead plate and his shirt, as well as his boots. Then he placed his daggers in his night stand and took the book with him into the potions lab.

He had organized all his potion ingredients the night before thankfully, so he went down the list of ingredients and took each one off the shelves in the storage closet and took it out to one of the tables near a large cauldron. Using his wand he made the fire burn as hot as he could make it, as was instructed in the book. He begun by putting in the powdered raven talons and stirred it ten times clockwise. Then he let it set for five minutes and cut the peprona roots to the measurements dictated in the book and then threw them in. The potion was very complex, forcing Harry to concentrate very hard on what he was doing. The heat of the cauldron was quickly filling the room, but Harry barely noticed as he continued to stir the cauldron. With every new ingredient he had to stir the cauldron, in either clockwise or counter clockwise ten times.

After three hours of work he was ready to add the final ingredient, the powdered fang of a basilisk. Quickly adding the ingredient he stood back as the potion began to boil even more as the book said it would. When it went the reaction stopped he stirred the potion clockwise ten times and stood back to look at his work. With a large smile he saw that the potion was a blood red color, just as the book said it should and quickly put the fire out. The book said the potion now needed to sit undisturbed and cool down for fourteen hours before it could be taken.

Despite the hard work he realized he actually enjoyed making potions. Without Snape there it was almost like cooking, only with magic obviously. Harry decided to try and make more potions since it was always a good thing to have some in stock. He quickly grabbed a book on healing potions and decided to make some of the ones inside it. By the time he was finished he finished he had many potions done. A bottle of Skelo-grow, potions for bruises, mending broken bones, replenishing blood, antidotes for poisons and bites from dark creatures, and more. Testing each one with the wizarding computer to make sure he had done it correctly, he found they were all perfect. Labeling each one he put them in the other storage closet and organized them for better efficiency, so he could find them faster when needed.

Next he went to begin work on apparition techniques. The books he got on it explained how it was done, but the books he got on it from Knockturn Alley explained how to muffle the loud crack you make when you apparate for more stealth. He read threw the books and decided to give it a try. Concentrating as hard as he could he closed his eyes and willed himself to be next to his bed. With a strange feeling, almost like a hiccup, Harry opened his eyes to find himself exactly were he wanted to be. Repeating what he had done he found himself in his bathroom. With a loud crack he then found himself back in his room again, this time next to his desk.

He practiced a little more, wanting to take it slow so he wouldn’t splinch himself. The books from Diagon Alley said he should not try to apparate unless a licensed trainer from the ministry was there in case something went wrong. Even though he didn’t care about the warning he didn’t want anyone to know he was practicing apparition. Moving on, he decided to take a look at the ‘Invisible book of Invisibility’. It was a shock to find it in Borgin & Burkes and Harry knew he had to have it. To make it visible you had to stroke its spine like the Monster Book of Monsters, and when you shut it became invisible again. To make sure he didn’t lose it Harry put a book mark in it with a long tassel attacked to it. That way when book was closed you could still see the tassel sticking out of it.

It had a variety of spells to put on objects as well as instruction on how to make invisibility cloaks. Along with that it had the Disillusionment charm and others like it, along with instructions on how to become invisible at will. Harry remembered back in his first year when Dumbledore told him he didn’t need a cloak to become invisible, and wondered if this was how he acquired that skill. He didn’t try any of the spells out of the thick book but decided to read the theory first since a lot of the spells were very advanced. When he was finished he went through more books to study up on other topics.

His stomach gave a loud lurch and he realized he hadn’t eaten since before he left the mall.

“Want to eat something?” he asked as he turned over to Keeva and Seth.

Seth replied no and Keeva jumped around excitedly. Harry went into the kitchen and pulled out some fruit for Keeva. She began to eat greedily and Harry laughed aloud as he watched her, she ate like Ron. For himself, Harry made fried chicken and wild rice. When he was done he washed the dishes as well as the ones from the night before and put them back in their place. Then he opened up the storage compartment and went threw everything he had bought at the mall. He put all the clothes in his closet and dresser, and decided to put the stereo on the dresser. He put the magical charm on it and then put in a Mindless Self Indulgence cd and listened to the music as he went through the rest of his purchases.

[Hey it’s alright my life has never been a bed of roses
This way\'s better for me
Hey it’s alright my life has never been a bed of roses
This way\'s better for me I don’t\' care to live the life I’ve chosen
Anyway
Anyway
Hey it’s alright my life has always been a sad emotion
Don\'t feel sorry for me.
Hey it’s alright my life has always been a sad emotion
Don\'t feel sorry for me feeling sorry’s been my life’s devotion]

Harry laughed at how the lyrics seemed to describe him so well and then laughed as he saw Keeva on his desk. She was actually swaying her wings back and forth and moving her feet as if she was dancing to the music.

-She loves the music- Seth said as he watched as well.

He began to coil himself up and then sway to the beat of the music in a kind of serpents dance. Harry laughed at his friends antics and continued to unpack everything. He put all his wrist cuffs and chokers into the jewelry drawer of his dresser put the book of poetry on the shelf above his desk and put the leather notebook on his bed. Then, he put some of the shampoo and soap he bought in the shower and put the rest of the other toiletries away. Then he took off the rest of his clothes and decided to take a shower. It was getting late and he wanted to get some sleep.

When he stepped out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back in his room where spotted Hedwig on his bed waiting for him with another letter. With a deep sigh he took the letter and began to read it.

Harry,

I am writing to you to let you know that early tomorrow morning you will have some visitors.

Yours truly,

Moony

Harry just put the letter on the desk and continued to dry off with his towel. He pulled on a pair of new black boxer briefs, which fit him perfectly unlike Dudley’s old underwear that was way too large. He climbed into bed and opened the notebook and began to write.

I climb up the branches of the Whomping Willow,
And my blood pours out like honey from my wounds.
The branches all strike me and leave their mark,
And suddenly I fall away to the hard ground.
I feel you watching me as you offer me your hand,
And see your eyes twinkling like the star light on the sand.
Your words tell me everything will be alright,
But I smack your hand away because I know now you lie.
I climb back up the branches of the Whomping Willow,
And feel its branches harsh strikes.
Looking up at the moon I try to imagine myself in the sky,
Where the clouds are dark and the angels sigh.
Then I find myself falling again to the darkness below,
You offer me your hand again but I know its all for show.

Harry put the notebook away under his pillow and gave Hedwig some owl treats. He then conjured an elegant silver perch for Hedwig and another for Keeva on both sides of his bed. Seth climbed up the bed post and onto Harry’s bed and then coiled himself up snuggly on top of one of Harry’s pillow. Harry put his wands into his nightstand and turned off the music. He climbed back into bed under the covers and closed his eyes. Forgetting his meditation he fell into a deep sleep.

~*~

“Good evening Harry” a hissing voice said.

Harry felt his scar burn madly as he looked up from the floor and saw Voldemort standing before him. Harry quickly tried to put up his mental walls but it wasn’t enough to totally block out the burning of his scar. He looked around completely confused and worried. Instinctively he reached for his wand and realized he wasn’t wearing anything but his underwear which he went to sleep in.

“Let’s talk and have a cup of tea” Voldemort said as he gestured over to a round table.

Needless to say the request only confused Harry. Voldemort wasn’t polite, at least not to his knowledge. Harry stood up and looked around the room. He was standing in the middle of a study where all the walls were packed shelves of books from floor to ceiling. The only thing other than the shelves on the wall was a large fireplace surrounded by three purple comfy looking over stuffed chairs. Nothing else was in the room except a working desk in the opposite corner of the room and circular table Voldemort was sitting at while he watched Harry. He didn’t know what any of this meant but Harry decided to see where it would go and sat down across from Voldemort.

“Sugar?” Voldemort asked.

“No thank you” Harry replied neutrally.
Voldemort handed Harry a cup of tea, and poured himself a cup. Harry just set the tea down in front of him, knowing he wasn’t going to try and drink it.

“What am I doing here?” Harry asked, wanting to get to the point.

“You intrigue me Harry. You remind me of myself when I was your age.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted” Harry replied smartly.

Voldemort just chuckled as if Harry was only a five year old asking silly a question.

“I brought you here to make you an offer” Voldemort hissed.

“Which is?” Harry pressed on.

“Become my apprentice. I can teach you to things beyond anything you can imagine. Together we will spread glorious carnage through out the world and shape it to be whatever we desire. . .”