Post by CC009Wolf on Mar 19, 2006 6:04:47 GMT -5
Elemento: Fuoco Ed Acqua
Rowling's, Not mine!
Warnings: Spoilers for the 6th book, i warned you!
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Pairings: None
Please note that all of the above could change over the chapters... except the title and disclaimer... The title means 'Element: Fire And Water'
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Sitting at his window, Harry Potter sighed. All he wanted to do was wake up from this terrible nightmare; but he couldn’t. For you can’t wake up when the reality was the nightmare. Sometimes he wanted to simply vanish, other times, he wanted to rant and yell and kick walls.
Tonight though, he wanted to kill a certain Severus Snape.
Harry hissed as the events at the end of the last school year hit him once again; as merciless as the last time. He watched again as Snape marched into the tower; raised his wand. How Dumbledore had begged, yet Snape still looked down his crooked nose through his greasy hair and used the Killing curse.
The black-haired boy bit his tongue to prevent himself from yelling out to a non-existent Dumbledore to look out. And even as he saw, in his mind’s eye, Dumbledore flying through the air to land at the bottom of the tower many metres below, he felt the telltale sign of tears down his cheeks.
Oh, the irony of life, thought Harry bitterly. Once again, he felt the almost unbearable urge to ring Voldemort’s neck with a very sharp piece of barbed wire. He rested his head against the window frame and sighed. He wouldn’t be able to do that just yet since he was stuck inside his Aunt and Uncle’s house at Little Whinging.
He only stayed for Dumbledore, doing the requested time before he would leave to search for the Horcruxes. There was still no way he would let Ron and Hermione join him: no way! Even though he said he let them come, he still wasn’t going to. It was simply going to be too dangerous.
Harry continued to stare out into the street below. His eyes focusing on something that moved; it took him a moment before he realised he was actually looking at a person. The only problem was that the person had actually just apparated.
Harry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the figure. It was too dark to see exactly who it was and, despite that dark, the person stayed in the shadows. Harry pulled away from the window slightly, so the person couldn’t see that Harry was watching them and stayed silent, pulling out his wand.
He watched as the person left Harry’s field of vision from the window and waited for something to happen. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Who the bl*ody hell are you?” Uncle Vernon’s angry voice erupted from downstairs. Harry braced himself, knowing that somehow, blame would be pointed at him. He wasn’t disappointed.
“BOY!!” Harry flinched, then sighed, leaving the almost sanctuary of his bedroom to slowly walk halfway down the stairs.
“Yes, Uncle Vernon?” he asked in a mockingly innocent voice. He couldn’t see who was outside due to Vernon’s very large mass.
“Who is this freak?” hissed his uncle as he dragged Harry the rest of the way down the stairs and swung him to face the ‘freak’. Harry’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes glittered with absolute anger, for before him, stood none other than Draco Malfoy.
Before Harry even knew what he was doing, he had raised his wand that Vernon had missed seeing earlier and pointed it at Malfoy; intent on hurting the blonde. But before he could, or before Malfoy could move, Uncle Vernon had grabbed the back of Harry’s jumper and pulled him inside and quickly slamming the door, not before Draco could slip in of course.
“I don’t wish to hurt you, Potter.” Said Malfoy, pulling out his own wand for protection, seeing just how angry the ‘Boy Who Lived’ really was.
“Bullsh*t! What do you think you’re doing here?” demanded Harry, half-heartedly controlling himself, so he wouldn’t kill Malfoy on site.
“Watch your language, boy!” growled Vernon as Aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen at that moment.
Malfoy brushed past him at that moment, swept past his Aunt and Uncle and walked into the lounge room. Harry followed, wanting answers before he cursed the Slytherin into oblivion. Stupid curiosity, he thought.
Draco turned and sat himself on the lounge as though he owned the place. Now that Harry actually looked at him, he saw that the Malfoy didn’t look too good. He couldn’t help but hope he was sick from something. Malfoy did indeed look sick, his cheeks sallow, different from his normal paleness, his eyes had a hollow look about them and he looked all around tired.
“What do you want?” Harry growled. Malfoy looked over at him, his eyes darting to Vernon and Petunia, noticing how they stayed where they were as though frozen, probably to know they had two wizards in their household. Or maybe it was simply something to do with Malfoy. He couldn’t help but smirk.
“If you want to know, Potter,” he drawled. “I want to get you out of this dump.”
Harry blinked, what did he mean? “What are you on about? You’re a Death Eater!”
Draco heaved a sigh, “I know that, but I want to get you out of here before the Dark Lord can come and kill you.”
Harry snorted, “Why would you care? You’d just want to sit back and watch him do it.” Draco looked up at him, his eyes like a swirling storm.
“That’s not true.”
Now Harry was truly confused, his schoolyard nemesis coming to help him? What would happen next? Voldemort doing the can can while singing Mary Had A Little Lamb? But he was truly stuck, so he stared, not knowing how to answer.
Rowling's, Not mine!
Warnings: Spoilers for the 6th book, i warned you!
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Pairings: None
Please note that all of the above could change over the chapters... except the title and disclaimer... The title means 'Element: Fire And Water'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sitting at his window, Harry Potter sighed. All he wanted to do was wake up from this terrible nightmare; but he couldn’t. For you can’t wake up when the reality was the nightmare. Sometimes he wanted to simply vanish, other times, he wanted to rant and yell and kick walls.
Tonight though, he wanted to kill a certain Severus Snape.
Harry hissed as the events at the end of the last school year hit him once again; as merciless as the last time. He watched again as Snape marched into the tower; raised his wand. How Dumbledore had begged, yet Snape still looked down his crooked nose through his greasy hair and used the Killing curse.
The black-haired boy bit his tongue to prevent himself from yelling out to a non-existent Dumbledore to look out. And even as he saw, in his mind’s eye, Dumbledore flying through the air to land at the bottom of the tower many metres below, he felt the telltale sign of tears down his cheeks.
Oh, the irony of life, thought Harry bitterly. Once again, he felt the almost unbearable urge to ring Voldemort’s neck with a very sharp piece of barbed wire. He rested his head against the window frame and sighed. He wouldn’t be able to do that just yet since he was stuck inside his Aunt and Uncle’s house at Little Whinging.
He only stayed for Dumbledore, doing the requested time before he would leave to search for the Horcruxes. There was still no way he would let Ron and Hermione join him: no way! Even though he said he let them come, he still wasn’t going to. It was simply going to be too dangerous.
Harry continued to stare out into the street below. His eyes focusing on something that moved; it took him a moment before he realised he was actually looking at a person. The only problem was that the person had actually just apparated.
Harry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the figure. It was too dark to see exactly who it was and, despite that dark, the person stayed in the shadows. Harry pulled away from the window slightly, so the person couldn’t see that Harry was watching them and stayed silent, pulling out his wand.
He watched as the person left Harry’s field of vision from the window and waited for something to happen. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Who the bl*ody hell are you?” Uncle Vernon’s angry voice erupted from downstairs. Harry braced himself, knowing that somehow, blame would be pointed at him. He wasn’t disappointed.
“BOY!!” Harry flinched, then sighed, leaving the almost sanctuary of his bedroom to slowly walk halfway down the stairs.
“Yes, Uncle Vernon?” he asked in a mockingly innocent voice. He couldn’t see who was outside due to Vernon’s very large mass.
“Who is this freak?” hissed his uncle as he dragged Harry the rest of the way down the stairs and swung him to face the ‘freak’. Harry’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes glittered with absolute anger, for before him, stood none other than Draco Malfoy.
Before Harry even knew what he was doing, he had raised his wand that Vernon had missed seeing earlier and pointed it at Malfoy; intent on hurting the blonde. But before he could, or before Malfoy could move, Uncle Vernon had grabbed the back of Harry’s jumper and pulled him inside and quickly slamming the door, not before Draco could slip in of course.
“I don’t wish to hurt you, Potter.” Said Malfoy, pulling out his own wand for protection, seeing just how angry the ‘Boy Who Lived’ really was.
“Bullsh*t! What do you think you’re doing here?” demanded Harry, half-heartedly controlling himself, so he wouldn’t kill Malfoy on site.
“Watch your language, boy!” growled Vernon as Aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen at that moment.
Malfoy brushed past him at that moment, swept past his Aunt and Uncle and walked into the lounge room. Harry followed, wanting answers before he cursed the Slytherin into oblivion. Stupid curiosity, he thought.
Draco turned and sat himself on the lounge as though he owned the place. Now that Harry actually looked at him, he saw that the Malfoy didn’t look too good. He couldn’t help but hope he was sick from something. Malfoy did indeed look sick, his cheeks sallow, different from his normal paleness, his eyes had a hollow look about them and he looked all around tired.
“What do you want?” Harry growled. Malfoy looked over at him, his eyes darting to Vernon and Petunia, noticing how they stayed where they were as though frozen, probably to know they had two wizards in their household. Or maybe it was simply something to do with Malfoy. He couldn’t help but smirk.
“If you want to know, Potter,” he drawled. “I want to get you out of this dump.”
Harry blinked, what did he mean? “What are you on about? You’re a Death Eater!”
Draco heaved a sigh, “I know that, but I want to get you out of here before the Dark Lord can come and kill you.”
Harry snorted, “Why would you care? You’d just want to sit back and watch him do it.” Draco looked up at him, his eyes like a swirling storm.
“That’s not true.”
Now Harry was truly confused, his schoolyard nemesis coming to help him? What would happen next? Voldemort doing the can can while singing Mary Had A Little Lamb? But he was truly stuck, so he stared, not knowing how to answer.
