|Argent Serpent series
Author: vinal PM
Darkness is very tempting.,when Harry dreams and faces the darkness within himself. Harry decides to make some changes and finally become who he really is .and so does Draco. Novel length eventually,would be SLASHRated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Harry P. & Draco M. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 17,146 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 10-13-11 - Published: 09-11-11 - id: 7373358
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this is my own self made challenge write a chapter a day lol, should be read & review.
warning:would be slash rating may change,dark themes.
chapter 1: Dreaming
I watch him, everyday. Usually all I can see is his back, stiff shoulders sour muscles.
Sometimes I forget to blink and my eyes burn, but I keep watching. I don't remember the first time I caught myself doing it, like the time in potions his head snapped up, and I could almost taste his rage, his proud lion heart.
I thought that if I was Snape towering over him, I could never look away from those eyes. Blazing green I bet they are.
My heart beats faster, as I watch. Its strange really he wouldn't move and still my heart will pound faster.
And I don't know if its hate that does it or a longing to act. To finally move from this hard chair and turn towards him and see these eyes as they meet mine, and I won't blink. Just let the warmth of fire warm me.
Harry bloody potter, just like in my dream.
I awoke with a sudden movement. One moment asleep, the next sitting straight in my bed.
The first thing I saw were my hands, both clenched into tight fists in my lap. As I let out my strangled breath, and fetched my glasses. Everything returned to normal, or as normal as it gets for me anyway.
Lately living felt strained- forced somehow. You see, Harry Potters biggest secret was that he felt alive only when facing death. And that he did every year, in fact. So as days went by he went through them as if in a daze.
A thick fog covering the edges, clouding the sharp lines. Those edges that revealed themselves sometimes…
'Watch it potter' Malfoy spat his way.
'Shut up Malfoy' Harry automatically returned, for a moment Draco was real, as their shoulders brushed.
The fog was gone and harry felt something. And then it was back just as suddenly.
The day went by in this state. And at night, the clouds disappeared his mind clear of all defenses.
He dreamed. Of silver snakes, silver snakes that whispered welcomes his way, as he passed. And he reached out his hands to touch them. He felt at peace.
It was a bright spring day, most students spent it indoors studying for the finals.
But I found myself walking out towards the lake. The air cold but the wind carries some warmth.
I couldn't remember feeling so relaxed in a long time. I knew it had to do with the dream. The one I couldn't ever remember, but somehow it always made me feel content. Less alone in a way. A selfish thought but it was the truth. Sure I had Hermione and Ron and many others. But no one was able to reach that part, hat part in me that craved like a hungry beast to…what? Be accepted a voice whispered.
Yes the darkness needs its place as well. That's how I knew that spring afternoon there was only one person who could do that to me. Only one gray eyed boy that hated me so much. Could really make me feel so whole.
Isn't it pathetic? But I knew it was true, just as I knew there wasn't anything I could do about it.
As the sun slide down towards the water, and a orange shield seemed to cover the land.
If only he dreamed of green eyed lions if only he needed me to be his light..
Harry awoke sweat covering his skin. His mouth shaped like an o. it was dark.
Soft snores coming from the beds around him. 'Draco'..he heard. Realizing he said it harry almost jumped.
This dream was different. It was the silver snake, but was far from soothing. The silver eyes huge-frightened. Blind with anxiety He tried calling the snake to him, be he hadn't heard. Strong wind blew them apart as dark shadows seemed to appear.
And the snake was leading them right towards him.
Indeed, I was aware Draco was up to something.
I may not be very bright, but it was easy to see. The hunted look on his face, the way the Marauders map was immune to his presence at times.
But most frightening of all, was the anxious look Malfoy wore on him regularly now. And now my dream, it frightened me. But more then that, I felt I lost something precious an opportunity of sorts.
Gryffindor as I was, the hat didn't want me in Slytherin for no reason. I knew when I was missing something. Like right now.
'Move it Potter'..
'I don't think so Malfoy'.
Harry stood still, blocking Draco successfully. It was right before launch but Draco unlike harry was definitely not heading to the great hall. In fact he seemed in a hurry out of it. 'I said move!' Draco's scowl almost made harry step back.
But he managed to stop. 'What are you up to Malfoy?' Harry was proud of how clam he sounded. But then Draco tried pushing him out of the way. Harry felt a sharp pain, where their shoulders crossed. At the same moment he glanced at Malfoy. Who suddenly froze, his eyes locking with Harry's. Draco's arm didn't move but harry could swear he felt a hand brush his, gently.
Before he even blinked, Malfoy was out of sight. Just the brisk steps of shoes and a sudden cold feeling told him he wasn't dreaming.
He saw a plea in those gray eyes.
And for a moment, they were silver.
I was sitting with Ron and Hermione in the library. Doing homework or to be more precise Hermione was.
While me and Ron pretended to. Apparently Ron had a crush on someone but wouldn't tell me who it was.
Which wasn't like him, not that I didn't know we both were sitting next to her right now…
I was rather disturbed to note, I was enjoying pretending I was clueless. Again maybe the hat was right. 'Who is she? Common Ron tell me'.. Is she pretty? ' –I kept at it as I watched Ron turn from a pink shade to radiating scarlet. 'Doesn't matter harry really its nothing'...Rons eyes took a quick glance towards Hermione, who was engrossed in homework as usual. 'Are you sure?' I asked, careful to cover my mouth with my hand. 'Yeah mate its nothing' Ron muttered. I dropped it for now, letting Ron send agitated glances at 'nothing'.
My mind wondered at yesterday's incident.
I could almost feel the chill that I was left with when Draco left. I knew something was wrong.
But I wasn't sure I was ready to face it. This feeling this one boy made me feel, seemed so out of place. Away from the night and its dreams or from strange encounters in the hallway. I should be thinking of Voldemort or of Cho or any other girl for that matter…
During the summer, I ended up watching some TV. The gleaming images on the screen made me dizzy, but the liveliness of the figures moving and the landscapes changing was rather captivating, considering I was bored. I was standing in Dudleys bedroom which unlike mine, was rather full of stuff which I was ordered to clean up, and let me tell you said stuff was all over the floor: from leftover pizza and beer cans scattered all over the rug. Like any typical (so I assumed) teenage muggle room it had a computer and a TV.
As I gazed, a scene played out on the vast screen: a young man wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, both tightly glued to his body. Enters what looks like a hospital hall he looks around until his eyes fall on another man who is sitting with his head in his lap in despair, as the young man drew near he lifted his head you could see he was crying eyes red lips swollen. They both hug. Holding on to each other for dear life as nurses and doctors pass them in the hall. Harry for the life of him couldn't remember what they said or even the background music. The reason the scene was stuck in his mind was because of what the two man on the screen had done next-they kissed.
As harry and Ron got their things together piling books and ink bottles, Hermione touched Harry's shoulder
'Are you alright Harry?' harry felt guilty that his friends concerned voice annoyed him.
'Sure I'm fine' he said with a forced smile. Hermione didn't look convinced but let him go.
Lately, that happened allot, where his thoughts run wild, and it wasn't Voldemort or his death eaters that concerned him. But harry felt like for the first time in his life he needed to know what he wanted and who he really was. During the summer he felt a growing sense of wrong. Not the kind of wrong that fear or lose bring. Rather, an uneasy feeling deep in his belly, warm but unpleasant- like he was missing something. Being The Boy Who Lived, Harry couldn't just go and erase the title, change his look and go about running about being young and carefree.
What happened in the past and his parents death were and would be Harry's life now and forever.
This realization brought an awakening furry to the surface. With every beat of heart, with every breath he took- harry knew their was no escape. And yet harry knew it was only one persons fault; his own. Sure Voldemort played a part. But it was he who never tried to fight not against the evil bastard but against the restrictions on his life, against being himself and doing what he wanted.
So Harry had a plan…. Maybe, if only he could stop dreaming of that silver snake.
tell me what you think? i know its not my best piece..but it gets better and it to long? what would you like to happen next?