Post by xloveuntiilwebleed on Aug 12, 2011 18:57:22 GMT -5
Author:xLOVEUNTiiLWEBLEED
Rated:NC-17(For self-mutilation,a sort of cannibalism later in the story)
Warnings:Dark and depressing themes,language,angst,self-harm
Summary:After a painful summer for both Harry and Draco after the death of their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, both of them are going through changes. Harry, who is stuck at Privet Drive is severly depressed, and has started self-mutilation. Draco, on the other hand, has been bitten...by Fenrir Greyback. Unlike the book, they both go back to Hogwarts for their seventh and final year, horcruxes put aside at the moment. Draco must find a mate, for like penguins, wolves mate for life. Of course Harry is Draco's mate. Will it last? Will their relationship grow in the middle of a horrific war?
XXXCHAPTER ONE-GOODBYE, PRIVET DRIVE
Harry awoke to the sound of falling rain and Hedwig's screetching, his head feeling heavy and his vision blurry from shedding tears. It wasn't unlikely for him to cry in his sleep, hell, he was crying all the time, and he didn't care who thought of him as a pansy. He never even left his room unless he needed to eat or use the loo,which he rarely did. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had stopped pestering him and were loving the peace and quiet of not hearing and having anything to do with his lot, as they called the Wizarding World.
Harry hadn't even sent an owl to Ron's or Hermonie's since school had ended, and that had been weeks ago. He wanted to be alone, and loneliness was what he received. The rain started to beat harder upon the roof, and Harry wipped his eyes with the back of his hand. He stood up and pushed his hands through his unruly black hair, his fingers then going to find his glasses which were on his nightstand. A mirror stood between his bed and his cabinet for clothing, and he looked deeply into it, his eyes still hazy.
He looked horrible...his eyes were dull green, not their usual brillant color, his hair lifeless, and his face pale and dead looking. His clothing was not better-Dudley's rags of muggle clothing were falling loosly around his thin body. 'Why can't I just....just...' Harry thought, his fingertips coming to trace the reflection of his scar. He tried to remember his parents, Sirius...and Dumbledore[/size]. He closed his eyes, tears escaping his beautiful orbs.
He wasn't Harry anymore...no...he was barely living. A living dead wizard, thats what he was. 'Why can't I just...die?' He thought again, his hand stopping on the glass as he pushed his head towards the chilled mirror. 'He didn't deserve to die...none of them did'. He bit his lip, causing it to bleed. Feeling anger rise from him he took his fist and hit the mirror, shards of glass sprouting everywhere and into his hand.
The sound awoke him from his thoughts and he looked at his hand, the glass jutting out of it. He turned it around and around, looking at the falling blood. Harry slumped to the ground in a kneeling position, his hand coming to his lap. "I wish I...I wish I was dead" He whispered, more tears escaping him, his anger gone. He pulled his hand up from his lap and licked a drop of crimson blood off, the taste metallic and unknown in his mouth.
Not knowing what he was doing, he took one of the shards from the floor and pressed it to his exposed wrist, pushing deeply. More blood came to the surface of his flesh...not a deep cut, but deep enough to get the message that he wanted to feel something other than sadness. He laughed, watching the plasma drip. "Harry is no more" He whispered, and he chuckled, his laughs coming to be manic. He laughed and grinned until we cried, sobbed, then fell asleep on the floor with the glass still deeply etched in his skin, his wrist bleeding onto the floor.
If his aunt or uncle, or even if Dudley found him, they wouldn't care, and thats all the more reason he had done it. No one cared, or so he thought. Little did Harry know that something dreadful was happening miles away, at Malfoy Manor, something that would change his life,forever.
XXX
Author's Note: Well...what do you think? I know, pretty depressing, but thats only the start, this is a very angsty story. Draco's part is next. Comment, it makes the urge to update greater! lol
NEXT CHAPTER: THE BITE
Rated:NC-17(For self-mutilation,a sort of cannibalism later in the story)
Warnings:Dark and depressing themes,language,angst,self-harm
Summary:After a painful summer for both Harry and Draco after the death of their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, both of them are going through changes. Harry, who is stuck at Privet Drive is severly depressed, and has started self-mutilation. Draco, on the other hand, has been bitten...by Fenrir Greyback. Unlike the book, they both go back to Hogwarts for their seventh and final year, horcruxes put aside at the moment. Draco must find a mate, for like penguins, wolves mate for life. Of course Harry is Draco's mate. Will it last? Will their relationship grow in the middle of a horrific war?
XXXCHAPTER ONE-GOODBYE, PRIVET DRIVE
Harry awoke to the sound of falling rain and Hedwig's screetching, his head feeling heavy and his vision blurry from shedding tears. It wasn't unlikely for him to cry in his sleep, hell, he was crying all the time, and he didn't care who thought of him as a pansy. He never even left his room unless he needed to eat or use the loo,which he rarely did. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had stopped pestering him and were loving the peace and quiet of not hearing and having anything to do with his lot, as they called the Wizarding World.
Harry hadn't even sent an owl to Ron's or Hermonie's since school had ended, and that had been weeks ago. He wanted to be alone, and loneliness was what he received. The rain started to beat harder upon the roof, and Harry wipped his eyes with the back of his hand. He stood up and pushed his hands through his unruly black hair, his fingers then going to find his glasses which were on his nightstand. A mirror stood between his bed and his cabinet for clothing, and he looked deeply into it, his eyes still hazy.
He looked horrible...his eyes were dull green, not their usual brillant color, his hair lifeless, and his face pale and dead looking. His clothing was not better-Dudley's rags of muggle clothing were falling loosly around his thin body. 'Why can't I just....just...' Harry thought, his fingertips coming to trace the reflection of his scar. He tried to remember his parents, Sirius...and Dumbledore[/size]. He closed his eyes, tears escaping his beautiful orbs.
He wasn't Harry anymore...no...he was barely living. A living dead wizard, thats what he was. 'Why can't I just...die?' He thought again, his hand stopping on the glass as he pushed his head towards the chilled mirror. 'He didn't deserve to die...none of them did'. He bit his lip, causing it to bleed. Feeling anger rise from him he took his fist and hit the mirror, shards of glass sprouting everywhere and into his hand.
The sound awoke him from his thoughts and he looked at his hand, the glass jutting out of it. He turned it around and around, looking at the falling blood. Harry slumped to the ground in a kneeling position, his hand coming to his lap. "I wish I...I wish I was dead" He whispered, more tears escaping him, his anger gone. He pulled his hand up from his lap and licked a drop of crimson blood off, the taste metallic and unknown in his mouth.
Not knowing what he was doing, he took one of the shards from the floor and pressed it to his exposed wrist, pushing deeply. More blood came to the surface of his flesh...not a deep cut, but deep enough to get the message that he wanted to feel something other than sadness. He laughed, watching the plasma drip. "Harry is no more" He whispered, and he chuckled, his laughs coming to be manic. He laughed and grinned until we cried, sobbed, then fell asleep on the floor with the glass still deeply etched in his skin, his wrist bleeding onto the floor.
If his aunt or uncle, or even if Dudley found him, they wouldn't care, and thats all the more reason he had done it. No one cared, or so he thought. Little did Harry know that something dreadful was happening miles away, at Malfoy Manor, something that would change his life,forever.
XXX
Author's Note: Well...what do you think? I know, pretty depressing, but thats only the start, this is a very angsty story. Draco's part is next. Comment, it makes the urge to update greater! lol
NEXT CHAPTER: THE BITE
