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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,685
Reviews:
7
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 1- Reminiscences
Ghostly
Chapter 1- Reminiscences
This is a Harry potter slash story, if you don't like, leave. it will contain graphic depictions of sex. enjoy.
AN- i saw GOF, and this little story wove its way into my brain
Harry Potter looked out of his bedroom window, toward the cloudy, stormy sky and sighed.
It had been more than a year since the third task, and still he was haunted by that face.
//Kill the spare.//
Harry Potter had many secrets- secrets he kept from friends, secrets he kept from guardians, secrets he even kept from himself. Only one person had known them all. But he was gone now.
//Kill the spare.//
The whole world knew of the duel in the graveyard. They knew about the priori incantamen, and the echoes of the past.
They knew that Harry had seen his parents, and that Cedric had asked for his body to be returned to his parents.
// “don't tell anyone about us babe,” he whispered into Harry's ear “it will just cause more and more bad press- which i know you hate-, and my parents will deny it. Don't waste away over me- be happy.”//
Harry had tried to be happy. He'd tried to get over Cedric's death, but he couldn't. All during last year, his friends and well wishers had all thought him upset over the stuff the ministry was printing out of the daily prophet, and this summer, over Sirius's death. It wasn't true. His nature would no longer allow him to feel despair over Sirius.
He turned around, and looked at mirror Dudley had gotten for his fifteenth birthday, and subsequently cracked right down the middle- funnily enough, only a few days before the dementor attack.
Since the end of his fourth year, Harry had not grown a quarter of an inch- Dumbledore and gang all believed it had to do with being malnutritioned over the years. It wasn't.
Across the room, a book on dark magical creatures lay open. A dark ribbon book-marked the page he was on.
“A lich” it read “Is one of the most powerful known types of Undead in existence. In addition to the normal powers of undeath, resistance to cold, physical attack, eternal existence, etc, they have a natural aptitude for all forms of magic, particularly necromancy.”
The whole magical world thought they knew what had happened
“There are two ways a Lich can be created. The first is through a long and dangerous magical rite. The second is far more rare.”
// “We'll hold him of as long as we can Harry”//
The whole goddamn fucking magical community thought they knew everything about their precious golden boy.
The echoes, and Cedric, who Harry couldn't think of as just an echo, held Voldemort off as long as they could, but it wasn't enough.
//“Avada Kedavra!”
Just before Harry's hand closed around the cup, the green light had hit him. He couldn't let himself be stopped. He had to do this. For Cedric's sake, if not for himself. He shook his head slightly and grabbed the portkey//
At the time, he'd simply thought that the curse hadn't been powerful enough- then he'd found out the truth
“A lich may be created in the same way as a wraith, when they are killed either failing something, or in the midst of such hatred that they cannot fully crossover without . However they are different to wraiths in that wraiths are formed from being unable to crossover completely without fulfilling a task. Liches created in the second manner desire revenge so greatly they cannot be pulled from their body”
Overhead, the storm broke.
comments? questions? please review.
Chapter 1- Reminiscences
This is a Harry potter slash story, if you don't like, leave. it will contain graphic depictions of sex. enjoy.
AN- i saw GOF, and this little story wove its way into my brain
Harry Potter looked out of his bedroom window, toward the cloudy, stormy sky and sighed.
It had been more than a year since the third task, and still he was haunted by that face.
//Kill the spare.//
Harry Potter had many secrets- secrets he kept from friends, secrets he kept from guardians, secrets he even kept from himself. Only one person had known them all. But he was gone now.
//Kill the spare.//
The whole world knew of the duel in the graveyard. They knew about the priori incantamen, and the echoes of the past.
They knew that Harry had seen his parents, and that Cedric had asked for his body to be returned to his parents.
// “don't tell anyone about us babe,” he whispered into Harry's ear “it will just cause more and more bad press- which i know you hate-, and my parents will deny it. Don't waste away over me- be happy.”//
Harry had tried to be happy. He'd tried to get over Cedric's death, but he couldn't. All during last year, his friends and well wishers had all thought him upset over the stuff the ministry was printing out of the daily prophet, and this summer, over Sirius's death. It wasn't true. His nature would no longer allow him to feel despair over Sirius.
He turned around, and looked at mirror Dudley had gotten for his fifteenth birthday, and subsequently cracked right down the middle- funnily enough, only a few days before the dementor attack.
Since the end of his fourth year, Harry had not grown a quarter of an inch- Dumbledore and gang all believed it had to do with being malnutritioned over the years. It wasn't.
Across the room, a book on dark magical creatures lay open. A dark ribbon book-marked the page he was on.
“A lich” it read “Is one of the most powerful known types of Undead in existence. In addition to the normal powers of undeath, resistance to cold, physical attack, eternal existence, etc, they have a natural aptitude for all forms of magic, particularly necromancy.”
The whole magical world thought they knew what had happened
“There are two ways a Lich can be created. The first is through a long and dangerous magical rite. The second is far more rare.”
// “We'll hold him of as long as we can Harry”//
The whole goddamn fucking magical community thought they knew everything about their precious golden boy.
The echoes, and Cedric, who Harry couldn't think of as just an echo, held Voldemort off as long as they could, but it wasn't enough.
//“Avada Kedavra!”
Just before Harry's hand closed around the cup, the green light had hit him. He couldn't let himself be stopped. He had to do this. For Cedric's sake, if not for himself. He shook his head slightly and grabbed the portkey//
At the time, he'd simply thought that the curse hadn't been powerful enough- then he'd found out the truth
“A lich may be created in the same way as a wraith, when they are killed either failing something, or in the midst of such hatred that they cannot fully crossover without . However they are different to wraiths in that wraiths are formed from being unable to crossover completely without fulfilling a task. Liches created in the second manner desire revenge so greatly they cannot be pulled from their body”
Overhead, the storm broke.
comments? questions? please review.