Learning to Live
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
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18,799
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94
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Dreams
Chapter 9: Dreams
The black, crispy body of the hag from Knockturn Alley lay on the floor at the end of Harry’s bed, her body still smoking and sizzling. Harry was alseep, curled up in a ball. He had tired himself more than he expected after the multitude of curses he used on the unfortunate whore.
He lay unconscious, alone, and shivering from exhaustion and cold. He dreamed.
*Dream*
Uncle Vernon was chasing him through the halls of Hogwarts. Harry tried to hide behind Dumbledore, but the old man turned to dust. He kept running... McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys... They all turned to dust. Harry ran through a curtain of blood into darkness... a tunnel... Vernon was still behind him.
The pounding steps of his uncle... sick laughter... sounds like flesh meeting flesh... A light, just off to his left. Harry could smell pine trees and snow. It reminded him of something... Harry ran to the light... a faint outline... someone was there!
Memories. Screams... flashing lights... people dressed in robes... silence. Then pine tress and snow... and light. Harry remembered. It was the scent of the Voice. “Who are you? Please... tell me! I haven’t left you... please....” He trailed off as the light disappeared. Harry screamed in agony and terror... a hand on his hip.
“I’ve got you now boy. You’re mine.”
*End Dream*
Harry awoke with a shuddering breath. ‘I had almost forgotten. Pine trees and snow...’ Harry got up from his bed, stumbling over the body of his dead experiment subject. “Opps. Looks like you got cooked a bit too long. You’re a little crispy ‘round the edges.” He giggled to himself, and vanished her body with a flick of his wand.
He went to the corner of his room where a cauldron of thick, greyish liquid was bubbling. He stirred it, adding
ingredients, and pondered who could possibly need him, who would love him enough to beg him not to die...
TBC....
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The black, crispy body of the hag from Knockturn Alley lay on the floor at the end of Harry’s bed, her body still smoking and sizzling. Harry was alseep, curled up in a ball. He had tired himself more than he expected after the multitude of curses he used on the unfortunate whore.
He lay unconscious, alone, and shivering from exhaustion and cold. He dreamed.
*Dream*
Uncle Vernon was chasing him through the halls of Hogwarts. Harry tried to hide behind Dumbledore, but the old man turned to dust. He kept running... McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys... They all turned to dust. Harry ran through a curtain of blood into darkness... a tunnel... Vernon was still behind him.
The pounding steps of his uncle... sick laughter... sounds like flesh meeting flesh... A light, just off to his left. Harry could smell pine trees and snow. It reminded him of something... Harry ran to the light... a faint outline... someone was there!
Memories. Screams... flashing lights... people dressed in robes... silence. Then pine tress and snow... and light. Harry remembered. It was the scent of the Voice. “Who are you? Please... tell me! I haven’t left you... please....” He trailed off as the light disappeared. Harry screamed in agony and terror... a hand on his hip.
“I’ve got you now boy. You’re mine.”
*End Dream*
Harry awoke with a shuddering breath. ‘I had almost forgotten. Pine trees and snow...’ Harry got up from his bed, stumbling over the body of his dead experiment subject. “Opps. Looks like you got cooked a bit too long. You’re a little crispy ‘round the edges.” He giggled to himself, and vanished her body with a flick of his wand.
He went to the corner of his room where a cauldron of thick, greyish liquid was bubbling. He stirred it, adding
ingredients, and pondered who could possibly need him, who would love him enough to beg him not to die...
TBC....
Please review