Harry Potter and The Frozen Heart

Title: Harry Potter and the Frozen Heart
Chapter Title: Rejection & Revelations
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?



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

Harry just stared at the monster before him. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“Why would I join you? You killed my parents” Harry replied coolly.

“Because, you and I are exactly the same. No matter how much you try and deny it, the connection we have extends beyond that scar I gave you” Voldemort hissed in reply.

“That may be so, but you are forgetting one very big difference.”

“Which is?”

“That I’m not a monster. I’m still human, where as you barely even resemble a shadow of a man” Harry answered.

Voldemort just smiled as if Harry was two year who didn’t understand difference between up and down.

“I have evolved beyond such weaknesses. I am more than human now.”

Harry just laughed at Voldemort, unable to believe what he just claimed. He could feel his scar grow hotter as Voldemort’s anger grew.

“You’re psychotic! You no longer have a conscious with your own wizard kind, you’re out of control.”

“I take control!” Voldemort sneered.

“Like how you took my mother, or my father?”

“They were nothing to me! I killed my own father, and his family! I let no one stand in my way. Your parents stood in my way just as my own did, and all it got them was their own deaths, just like you if you stand in my way.”

“You talk as if you actually think you accomplished something. When you killed my parents, all it did was destroy yourself. When you killed your own father, all you ever did was make sure you never got his love.”

Voldemort was seething now and Harry could feel it scar burn hotter and hotter as spots danced in his eyes from the pain, but he went on.

“That’s what this was all ever about, your father. Now that you killed him he can never approve of you, and I must say I can’t blame him, after all who could love such a pathetic . . . thing. No matter what you do, no matter what you achieve, no one will ever love you. Everything about you is a lie, and you’re right, you are just like me, a flighty mudblood!”

The reaction at these words was instantaneous. Voldemort up ended the table and back handed Harry so hard he was knocked out of the chair he was sitting on. With a loud thump Harry fell to the wooden floor and looked up at the snake-mans face.

“You will regret this Potter! This world will forever tremble at feet, and threw me this world will know power the likes of which you can never imagine!”

“What power? You have no idea what true power is! You’ve lost its substance by grasping at its shadow. You are nothing Tom” Harry replied calmly as he tried to keep himself from crying out in pain.

At the sound of his real name he grabbed Harry by the throat and held a blade right up to the left side of his face.

“I could kill you right now!”

“Then why don’t you? Go ahead, I won’t even fight back.”

With a swipe of the blade he cut a gash into Harry’s cheek. Then Voldemort threw Harry away from him, back to the hard wood floor.

“You can’t do it can you? Not with out your death eaters to watch, huh? Because you’re still that pathetic little boy who needs to prove his worth, even to the ones he thinks he’s better than!” Harry laughed.

“CRUCIO!!!”

The spell hit Harry full force and he cried out in pain.

~*~

With a loud crash and a rustle of wings, Harry James Potter found himself lying on the floor of his room, tangled in his bed sheets like a straight jacket. His body was still shaking from the curse, and his breath was knocked out of him. He had knocked Keeva’s perch down sending her flying to the desk. She began to sing to calm him down, and before Harry knew it the pain was driven away. When he finally caught his breath he worked his way free from the bed sheets he noticed his face still hurt. As he touched his face, he flinched in pain and looked at the wetness on his hand, blood.

The gash Voldemort had given him in the dream was still on his face. But, how was that possible. His train of thought was interrupted as Keeva landed near his head and healed his wound with a few of her tears.

“Thank you” Harry said as he stood up from the floor.

~Are you alright? ~ Seth asked.

Harry said he was ok and got up off the floor. He quickly got his new wand from the nightstand and then went into the library as he rubbed his still burning scar. Where ever Voldemort was, he was very angry. Looking threw one of the Occlumency books he found what he was looking for. He went over to the long table and sat on top of it Indian style. With a flick of his wand a candle in a plain gold candle holder. Harry lit the candle with the tip of his wand and began to chant.

“Uktatarea usamate, io aio alabena,”

Over and over again he continued to chant as he stared into the flame of the candle. It was supposed to help him increase the strength of his of his mental walls. With a great sigh Harry abruptly stopped chanting as he felt the pain subside greatly. Blowing out the candle, he got off the table and stretched. He knew he shouldn’t go to sleep while Voldemort was still enraged. He could pull Harry back to where ever he had pulled Harry before. But, it didn’t make sense all the same. How had Voldemort gotten into his mind like that? They had never talked face to face before when Harry dreamed of his actions or feelings.

Immediately Harry thought of contacting Dumbledore, but as soon as that thought came, Harry pushed it out of his mind. He didn’t need to give Dumbledore any more ammo against him, and if Dumbledore wanted or needed to know something from Harry, it would only come out on Harry’s terms. Harry decided to just try and figure it out on his own at some later time when his mind was clearer. With hours to kill Harry began to look over some advanced charms. He found charms to make furniture, animating object, and even the sky charm that was used on the great hall ceiling.

Not wanting to wait to try it out, Harry went back to his room and read the spell from the book. He cast the spell over his bed and instantly he could see the stars and clouds in the sky. For a while Harry just lay in his bed, looking up at the stars, trying to imagine himself far away. Then he took out the dragon notebook and began to write again.

The darkness has a hold of me,
I try but I cannot speak.
I feel the evil burn inside of me,
My reflection is something I no longer want to see.
I see hell in my very own eyes,
I turn away and try to find the light.
In the distance I hear something from behind,
I look for it but I cannot find.
As I look for the light, I see a figure with an axe,
And suddenly I know, it’s too late, and it won’t come back. . .

He looked over his words and then put the notebook away once more. He decided to read some poems from the book he also bought from the book store. Many poems were to his liking, but the more he read the more sleep wanted to take him into its embrace. It was still a while before the sun even touched the sky so he decided to work on some more spells. Strangely enough, he found himself trying out more and more complex spells and charms, as time went by.

A loud grumble from his stomach made Harry stop his spell work. It was morning, which meant, time for breakfast. He went into the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. Soon the intoxicating smell of sausages, bacon, eggs, and strawberry pancakes filled the kitchen. Then, without warning, a loud knock echoed through the room, coming from the ceiling. Harry remembered the note he had been sent about visitors and quickly grabbed his wands, ready to curse Dumbledore into oblivion. With great force he slammed the top open and jumped out of the trunk, ready to attack, only Dumbledore wasn’t there.

“Oh Harry!!!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she saw Harry burst out of the trunk.

Harry lowered his wands and looked to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley standing in his room along with Remus.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELF?!?” Mrs. Weasley shouted as she looked Harry over.

Harry was still wearing nothing but the black boxer-briefs he went to sleep in. All of his tattoos were in plain view, along with the rest of his body. Mr. Weasley just seemed amused, as well as a bit somber, while Remus looked as if his own son had died. In a way, perhaps that was true.

“My body is my own concern. However I doubt that’s why you three are here. So let’s talk about all this inside. I’m right in the middle of cooking breakfast.” Harry stated firmly as he stepped aside to welcome them in.

No one said anything as they all looked at each other, considering his words. They all finally agreed and stepped down into the trunk. Their faces turned to that of wonder as they saw the massive kitchen they were now in.

“This way please” Harry instructed as he opened the door to the dinning room.

Their wonder grew as they saw the exquisite dinning room.

“Make yourselves at home,” Harry declared as he left them in the dinning room.

Harry added more food to the stove and used his magic to speed up the cooking process. Then he set the food in piles on large plates, and levitated them all out to the dinning room, along with plates for him and his guests, silverware, and containers filled with pumpkin juice, orange juice, and hot freshly made coffee.

“Harry stop! You can’t do magic away from Hogwarts” Remus declared as everything came floating into the room from the kitchen.

“Don’t worry abouat, at, I can do magic without anyone knowing” Harry replied calmly as he conduct the items to the table.

Everything laid itself out on the table exactly as Harry wanted to, as he waved his wand in the air like a baton.

“Dig in, I’ll be back in a moment” Harry stated and left the room before they could say anything.

Harry quickly went back to his room and put on a black pair of jeans and a sleeveless undershirt. He told Seth and Hedwig to stay in the room and filled up the bathtub for Keeva. With a great splash she dove in, swimming faster and faster in the water. A large smile spread across Harry face as he watched her play in the water. Then he headed back to the dining room. The had all began eat and seemed to be enjoying the food greatly.

“Harry this breakfast is wonderful” Mr. Weasley declared as he took a bite out of a sausage.

“How did you learn to cook?” Remus asked.

“Well you can learn to cook rather quickly when you’re beaten with a belt and then locked in a cupboard for about a week with no food just because you burned an egg on stove” Harry replied neutrally with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

They were all looking at him with shocked and appalled faces.

“Harry, what happened with your relatives? When we got here your aunt screamed and your uncle threw himself in front of her as if we were going to attack them” Remus asked.

“Let’s just say I made sure they wont bother me any more” Harry answered with a smile.

Harry took a bite out some eggs, while the three looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

“So why are you here?” Harry asked before they had a chance to speak. “I doubt it’s to enjoy my company.”

“We’re all worried about you. You have to stop putting yourself at risk” Remus answered.

“I’m at risk no matter where I go. So go tell Dumbledore he can stop wasting his breath because, unless I feel I have to, I’m not listening to him anymore.”

“Harry what happened with you and Dedoredore? At the Will reading you just called him a hypocrite and stormed out. Dumbledore refuses to tell us anything about what’s going on with you, and I can tell he’s very distressed with what’s happening no matter how much he tries to hide it” Mr. Weasley announced.

“Harry we care about you very much. You’re practically our son, and we just want what’s best for” Mrs. Weasley said as she looked Harry in the eye.

“I don’t trust Dumbledore anymore, but I know you care about me, so I’ll tell you what. You can ask me whatever you want, but I hope you understand that I might not be able to answer everything you ask. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s because it might interfere with the Order.” Harry told them.

Once again they all looked at each other before they began to speak.

“Why are you so mad at Dumbledore” Remus asked.

With a deep sigh, Harry thought about the answer before he spoke.

“The night when Sirius died, Dumbledore finally told me the truth about some things. I can’t tell you what was said but the fact are that he hurt me greatly. Because of what he did, I ended up killing Sirius.”

“Harry it wasn’t your fault” Mrs. Weasley stated as she walked over and engulfed him in a tight hug.

“It was,” Harry began as she let go, “but if Dumbledore was honest with me from the start Sirius would still be alive. I would have never of gone to the Departmef Myf Mysteries that night, and no oouldould have died or gotten hurt. Dumbledore betrayed me, and because of that I killed my own godfather.”

“You can’t blame yourself. No matter how much you blame yourself, it won’t change what happened.”

Harry looked away; it was all he could do to keep the tears at bay. Luckily they moved on.

“Harry, why don’t you want to come back to headquarters?” Remus pressed.

“Because I need time to myself and now that I’ve made sure my relatives won’t bother me anymore, I can bare to stay here longer. Besides, the longer I stay here the stronger the charm Dumbledore placed on me will be.”

“Alright Harry, but we still want you to come to headquarters. We’ll come to get you two weeks before the start of term, alright?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Ok” Harry replied. “Anything else?”

“We don’t want you to keep running off anymore, it’s just too dangerous” Mr. Weasley declared.

“I can take care of myself now, and like I said before, I’m in danger no matter where I go.”

“We have to keep you safe” Mrs. Weasley pressed.

“Alright, if I know I’m going some place I’ll try to let you know, but I wont make any promises” Harry said, in voice that screamed ‘that’s final”. “Anything else?”

“Just try to take care of yourself” Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged him again.

“I will” Harry replied with chuckle.

Harry showed them all out and then went back to his trunk. He worked on some more spells before it was time to meet Alex. He put on a pair of black sweat pants and a white short sleeve shirt. He put his wallet in his bag along with a bottle of water and the dragon dagger. He then pulled on his forehead plate and left for the park. When he got there, he spotted Alex leaning on a tree by the swings, wearing a pair of blue shorts and a black t-shirt.

“Glad you made it” Alex said as he walked towards Harry.

“Like wise. So how do we start?” Harry asked.

“First let’s do some stretching so your muscles won’t cramp up.”

And so they started by stretching out their muscles for about five minutes. Then Alex showed Harry some blocks. After that it was on to punches and kicks.

“That’s good,” Alex said, “you’re picking this all up pretty fast. Let’s see how well though.”

“Sure” Harry replied as he got into a fighting stance.

Harry watched Alex’s body closely for any tell-tale signs of attack, as well as an opening he could use to attack. With out any warning Alex threw a punch at Harry. Harry blocked the punch and tried to send one back but Alex dodged out of the way.

“Good” Alex declared as he tried to hit Harry with a cross kick.

Harry jumped out of the way and set another one of his own. Back and forth they went trying to hit each other but neither won. It was cleaex wex was superior, and could have easy have one over Harry, but Harry just kept going until his energy was spent.

“Let’s rest for a while” Alex declared.

“Gladly” Harry laughed happily.

They sat down underneath a tree near swings as Harry grabbed the water bottle out of his bag. Harry then took off his sweat drenched shirt, and stuffed it into his bag.

“That bird” Alex said as he started at the phoenix on Harry’s chest. Where did you see that bird?”

“It’s just a tattoo I found while I was browsing threw a bunch of drawings. I got it a few months ago along with the rest” Harry asked, looking at the quizzical look on Alex’s face.

Alex looked at Harry’s tattoos as if trying to find something.

“Their beautiful, but what do they mean?” Alex asked finally.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m guessing each one of them has a meaning to you. The engravings on the forehead plate your wearing math the tattoos on your shoulders. So I’m guessing they have some meaning for them as well as the bird on your chest and the wings on your back” Alex chuckled.

“Well the stag, it represents my father. The dog represents my godfather.”

“And the bird and wings?” Alex pressed with a smile.

“The bird represents the good things in my life, the wings represent the bad” Harry replied.

“Sort of like my own marks” Alex said as he showed Harry his forearms.

One had a Chinese dragon branded on it while the other had a tiger.

“Where did you get those?” Harry asked.

“I got these when I mastered Kung Fu.”

“Who taught you how to Kung Fu?” Harry asked.

He almost regretted asking as a painful expression came upon Alex’s face instantly. But, it quickly disappeared as fast at it came.

“My grandfather taught me since as far back as I can remember. He was a master of Kung Fu and fighting in allponspons. By the time I was twelve I knew all he knew” Alex answered in a hollow voice.

“Well, I’m sure it comes in handy, like it did yesterday.”

“Yeah I guess. So what about you?”

“What about me?” Harry asked.

“Where’s your family?”

“Dead” Harry replied immediately.

“I’m sorry” Alex replied genuinely and put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry smiled at the gesture.

“Don’t be, I never really knew them. They died when I was just barely over a year old so all I have of them are a few photos.”

“But, you obviously miss them” Alex said wisely.

“Yeah, I guess I do” Harry answered.

They talked for a few minutes, but neither of them seemed eager to discuss their past, or their present for that matter. Alex then took off his shirt and they continued where they left off. For some reason Harry couldn’t help but admire Alex’s beautiful body. His muscles were tight and very well formed, making him even more attractive. Alex showed Harry some flips and jump attacks, then some more blocks. Then they spent the rest of the time sparring. Once again, no one landed any hits, but the sparring session grew more and more intense.

“I think that’s enough for today” Alex finally said as he backed off.

Harry downed the rest of his water and put on his shirt.

“Let’s head over to the gym now, so we can get a good work out” Alex declared as he pulled his own shirt on now.

Harry agreed and followed Alex to the gym. Harry saw Remus and Tonks following them at a distance and smiled to himself.

“May I help you?” a woman asked as they walked into the gym.

She was short and had long block, wearing a pair of work out tights and a tank top.

“rienriend and I were interested in buying memberships for the summer” Alex said.

“That’s great. The gs als almost always empty during the summer so you and your friend will pretty much have the run of the place. What’s your name?”

“Just call me Alex.”

“I’m Zane.” Harry said quickly.

She said her name was Lisa and then gave them a quick tour. The gym was empty except for a woman doing some yoga in the aerobics room. When Lisa finished the tour Harry and Alex signed up for the summer membership. Lisa told her when she was holding Yoga and aerobics classes and then gave them a set of keys for their own lockers in the men’s locker room.

“Thank you” they both said in unison as they were handed their keys.

The three of them laughed for moment at the jinx, and then Alex and Harry went over to the equipment to begin working.

“Ok, I want you to run five miles on the treadmill. Start off slowly then build up speed” Alex instructed,

“Five miles?” Harrid iid incredulously.

“Yeah I think you should start slow. By next week I want you to try seven to ten miles” Alex said with a big smile.

He pushed the button to start the treadmill Har Harry began his run. Alex got into another treadmill next to Harry’s and began his own set of miles. Harry was quickly exhausted but he worked through it. He knew he was going to benefit from this in the end, and if all of this helped him kill Voldemort then he would do it ten times over. When it was finally over Harry happily sat down at a bench. Alex got off his treadmill and handed Harry a towel to wipe the sweat of his face.

“You really have a knack for the fighting I’m teaching you, but you also need to work on your physical endurance. I could have easily have beat you in the park. You’re really fast but eventually I would have worn you down.”

“Do you really think I could be as good as you some day?” Harry asked.

“Better. Unlike you, I had to grow the skill for fighting. You already have it, which gives you a big advantage. All the moves I showed you today, you already have down cold, and you’re naturally fast. By the end of this summer you could be a force to reckon with.”

“Well I’m afraid I might be leaving sooner. I’m leaving two weeks before the end of summer” Harry informed.

“Is everything ok?”

“Sort of, a friend of mine is going threw a really bad time and he and his family want o spo spend the rest of the summer with them before my friend and I go back to school.”

“Well, that means I have to stop taking it easy on you and push you even harder” Alex declared. “But, I’m really going to miss your company Zane.”

“I’m going to miss you to” Harry replied honestly.

“Well, lets get back to working out, after that we can spend a few minutes in the sauna to relax our muscles then we can take a shower.”

Harry agreed and they went over to the weights. After a thirty reps with 80 lbs. they went used more of the other equipment and did a bunch of push ups and sit ups. When it was finally over they headed over to the locker room. Harry took off all of his clothes and threw them into the locker while Alex did the same on the opposite side of the room with his own locker. Wrapping a towel around his nude form Harry headed to the sauna while Alex continued to undress.

Sitting down in a corner, Harry breathed deeply as the steam began to grow denser. His tense muscles were beginning to relax in the heat and he felt the exhaustion ebb away.

“Pretty relaxing isn’t it” Alex said as he walked in and sat next to Harry.

Harry nodded too took a deep breath.

“Aren’t you afraid that going to rust?” Alex said as he pointed to the forehead plate Harry had on.

“Let’s just say I’m sort of attached to it” Harry said with a smile.

“Just wait until tomorrow, since your not staying as long as I thought you would, I’ll have to work you even harder” Alex said, changing the subject.

“Well, hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with you” Harry laughed.

“I’m not too worried about that,” Alex chuckled. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing” Harry answered.

“Well, how do you feel about an extra lesson?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for the past three nights I’ve been going to this club called ‘Mayhem’. Want to go with me tonight?”

“Sure, sounds like fun. And after ther I’r I’ve had I need all the fun I can get” Harry replied.

“You and me both Zane” Alex declared.

They stayed in the steam room for a few more minutes, and then headed for the shower. Alex removed his towel and Harry saw a tattoo on just below his waist. It was viper, with gold, obsidian, and red scales. Its tail began on his right buttock, and continued all the way around his waist, finally ending with the head of the viper resting near his pubic region. The viper’s head was poised for attack, showing its greenish silver fangs. It was drawn with life like detail, just like his own tattoos.

Harry took the shower next to Alex’s and began to lather his chest with a bar of soap. Alex was letting the hot water wash over his back as he braced himself on the wall. Unable to keep his eyes off Alex’s body, Harry looked him over once again. For some reason he couldn’t help from looking at Alex, and before he knew it he noticed his growing erection. Quickly shutting off his shower he grabbed a towel and walked out of the shower. Drying himself off as fast as he could, he hoped Alex didn’t notice what happened or his staring. By the time Harry was dressed again, Alex came out of the shower, and dried himself of.

He hoped Alex would ignore the deep blush on his cheeks, thinking they came from the hot water. Alex got dressed and they both left the gym.

“Meet me back at the park in two hours. I’ll pick you up and we can head over to Mayhem.”

Harry agreed and watched as Alex walked away in the opposite direction, with many new thoughts swimming through his mind. . .