Blight

Prologue: Burn

by Vahn Thorren & Unnamable Partner (we all know it's RedHawk, now anyway.)

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Disclaimers: The world of Harry Potter is the property of J.K Rowling and whoever else is involved in it's franchise. If I did own them, well let's say you'd know it. Boy would you all know.

Summary/ Synopsis: The Harry everyone knows and loves, is utterly destroyed in one broad sweep when he falls victim to a devastating emotional expierience. Finding comfort in an unlikey place. We find Harry falling in love. But, is love the thing he needs to save him, or the disease, he needs to be rid of. Is love the cure or the blight of man?

Warning: This fanfic will include graphic sex, rape and violence. and death. Venture in to the overestimated if you dare.

Notes: This fic may seem confusing at first. The majority of ths fic is memory. It doesn't always flow in a chronological order, so it may seem confound and befuddle. You really must take in to consideration, memory doesn't follow a sraight line. As well you must consider who's memory this is, and in some cases, what triggered them. So if certain scenes overlap and say or declare certain things. Not everyone remembers things the same. way. lol that's all.

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He looks so happy here. That makes me glad. It always had, though I would never admit it. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer. He licks his lips and leans in and pulls me closer. Can it be possible he'll forgive for all the betrayals my lies. He rests his head against my shoulder, eyes closed.

His eyes, unnaturally green, a shine, like a mythical halo. One of which is irrepairably damaged a fine slit divides the iris, a cross, an "x". A label, a brand. Has he forgiven such trespasses?

He looks up at me, The glimmer of innocent joy is washed in flame. He lunges at me, struggling to speak, his mouth is melting. He clutches my ankle in his charred hand, I jerk back as I feel it's rotted flesh touch mine. I scream as I feel my skin catch the flames as easily as a oil soaked cloth. In my desperation I swiftly strike his forehead with the heel of my foot. It makes a sickening crunch as my foot sinks in to his head stinging me as bits of the crushed skull land on my exposed stomach. My foot is on fire and I'm struggling with no results. I cry out as he his hands reach my facing, entrenching me in fire and a vice like grip. Talon like fingers wrap themselves around my neck, serpentine and vicious. the digits finding purchase in my throat, puncturing fragile veins, now limp beneath him. "Scars like lace" he had once whispered as I traced my finger along them. Such a wonder I can remember things like that in such a state. And with a sudden surge of his remaining energy it kisses me. I feel what's left of his lips press against mine once more after such absence, my brain flooded with pain. His mouth pulls itself open after much difficulty. I feel it's tongue enter my mouth, it's tangible for seconds as it enters. And then it's gone. Liquefied and flowing in a cascade of searing, bitter flesh. It's inside me, and all there is to see and feel is utter pain, heavy and black. Smothering me, feeling my body try to repel this poison as it chokes on the burning grease. I can't breath, no air, consumed by the raging flames that cover me like a sheet. My eyes, boiled in their sockets by the intense heat, see nothing. My mouth, I have a mouth no longer it long since dripped in to my scarred esophagus. I have one ear left. My drugged and dizzy brain hears his voice.

"Draco..."

I'm awake. My body is still intact. The window is open, a breeze stirs the curtains. The moon provides enough light to see the swirling constellations of dust. I sit up and look, around. I'm in my dorm room. Everything is as it should be. Solid, fatal and unchangeable.

Harry is still dead.

I lie back down and resign myself to another sleepless night. He is still gone and the dreams don't stop, that is ll there is to it.

The regrets? How could I have known?

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AUTHOR: REMEMBER NO FLAMES (LOL, GET IT? I'm such an idiot) MORE TO COME SOON, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HARRY? Please REVIEW!

A note to AFF readers: yay blight has been reposted mwa ha ha, don\'t be fooled it gets much better. No really! ok then...REVIEW!!!