Flat On The Floor
Harry Potter Slash
SSHP, RLDM, RWHG
I'm not sure I can go much farther
I'm really not sure things are even getting better
I'm so tired of the me that has to disagree
I'm so tired of the me that's in control
(What's It For - Unknown - Ghost in the Shell, Stand Alone Complex)
Snape's frail fingers lazily leafed through the near Bible thin pages, eyes skimming over the pages. Where the hell was the info he needed, damn it? None of this was really what he needed and it was pissing the Potion's Master off in ways unimaginable.
There is was.
Shachar (Shaa Caar) - an ancient race to have been thought to be hidden under the Earth's surface, waiting for the day all Humans killed themselves in War. However, it is believed that one escaped the kingdom to return to her mate, who just so happened to be Human. Because of this, the lineage of the Shachar could be continued.
Despite how most creatures work, there is no Half-Breed form of the Shachar, even when tainted by Human blood. Unlike most creatures, the Shachar are actually extremely kind and caring. (Hints the name Shachar, which is Hebrew for 'dawn.') After coming into an Inheritance, the Shachar remains small or even become smaller. Males become more effeminate; black or fiery red hair unruly, eyes wide and sparkling, though dimmed (see Problems of Shachar), face round and body curvy in the slightest of ways. Females became almost too etheral; no where near curvacious as they are more subtle in their beauty, long flowing hair of either rich brown or platinum blonde, face slightly thinner than the males but just as beautiful. Eyes also tend to be smaller for a female, and less captivating.
Generally, they are hidden, but the Shachar have wings. Now, with all the hype about the beauty of these rare creatures, their wings are really not all that splendid. Dark black bat wings that are torn and bloody, no matter how new or old. When sliding out from the skin, there is no pain but an excess of blood lost in the process. This is why it's so dangerous for a Shachar to use their wings.
Snape raised an eyebrow and ran a finger over his chin, pondering what he had just read. This sounded like the Golden Boy, especially considering his stature and naturally ador- no. Growling lowly to himself, the male flipped to the problems area of the text.
Problems - many do not recognize it when they first see a Shachar, as nothing appears to be wrong, but all Shachar are blind. This happens during the Inheritance and there is absolutely no way to reverse it. This is used to help release all the powers hidden deep within the body of the Shachar. However, the Shachar will be able to see their mate as clearly as normal. This is how they find their mate, of which they get no choice in choosing. As he/she develops, the Shachar will be able to see the aura around different objects, giving them a sight of their own.
Another major problem with Shachari (plural form) are the fact they are extremely emotional creatures, and prone to both empathy and severe breakdowns. When these breakdowns occur, the best thing to do is to bring the mate into the vicinity and walk away to leave the two alone. However, a developing Shachar will have one breakdown to signal the end of development, this being used to release all powers not yet tapped.
However, the fatal flaw of the Shachari is the need to be around the mate at all times. Without the presence of their mate, the Shachari go into a hibernation of sorts, never to wake up until the mate returns. If the mate denies a Shachar, the Shachar will do just this, but never wake up as Shachari only have one mate. In the case of the male dying, the Shachar will fall into a deep depression, refusing all sustenance and form of help until they them self die. This is not how it works for the mate. The Shachar feel all of its mate's emotions after the physical bonding, and is able to read said person's mind.
Well that was certainly... interesting. It was quite a shame there was no more information after that. These Shachari sounded to be quite the handful from all the facts the Potion's Master had running around in his head.
"Severus, I'm afraid Mister Potter has fallen asleep and I have no where else to put him. If you please...?"
"No way in bloody Hell! I will not have the Potter boy in my rooms."
"Oh fine! I'll come retreive the bloody boy."
Growling once more, Snape stood and waved the old man from the fire, stepping into the fireplace. In a matter of seconds, the dark man stood towering in the Headmaster's Office, scowling evilly at the young male curled up on the chair. A sneer made ugly the features of his thin face as his arms moved to cradle Harry to his chest, said boy letting a rather adorable - hideous! - yawn and snuggling into the older man's chest. This caused the Potion's Master to stumble as he walked out the door.
Of course, this meant he missed the damned twinkle in Dumbeldore's eyes.
Harry woke happily.
Stretching out in what could have been an either sexy or adorable way, Harry pawed at the ends of the bed where he was sleeping. So soft and silky. Turning his head, the male deeply inhaled the scent on the pillow - an earthy smell with a hint of vanilla. Oh, how Harry wanted to just lay there forever, wrapped in that cocoon of warmth.
But the Gods were against him.
"Potter, get your bloody arse up out of my bed."
All Harry could do was groan and pull the pillow over his head; he didn't want to listen to the snarky man berate him all day.
"Oh honestly. You're lying in my bed. That in itself is a horror to me."
"I don't care. I'm tired. I'm sleeping. Shut up, let it go, and back the fuck off."
Not quite sure what came over him, Harry 'humph'ed and pulled the covers to his chin, curling up in a small ball to fall back into his peaceful slumber. And then 'it' happened.
Snape snapped the covers and sent Harry tumbling from the bed.
"What the hell!?"
"I told you get up Potter, but you just wouldn't have it. Therefore, I took matters into my own hands and forced you from my bed. Now, time to get ready boy. You have an entire school to greet, blind or not."
This startled Harry to no end, as it hadn't been September first when he came to Hogwarts. No... just shortly after his birthday. How odd. However, Harry did not want to anger the sleazy man any further this morning and quickly set about trying to get ready. That plan did not quite go as planned.
"Potter! Those clothes are nowhere near appropriate!"
"Well Professor, in case it escaped your mind, I'm blind as a fucking bat! I can't tell my left foot from my right, so do shut up and stop being an egotistical prick with a stick up his arse!"
Harry jumped, not positive just what had possessed him to say such things to his Potion's Professor. Unbeknownst to the poor Golden Boy, a flush spread across his cheeks in embarrassment as Snape grumbled and went about gathering a decent outfit for Harry Fucking Blind Potter.
Harry let out a horrid noise as his back was slammed against the wall. Why was this happening to him!? Oh yeah...
Ron and Hermione hated him.
"You bloody git, Potter. Why the hell did you return? Obviously, no one wants you here."
He felt his eyes shift downwards.
"DON'T LOOK AWAY LIKE YOU'RE FINALLY FEELING ASHAMED!"
Ron reached out and grabbed Harry's chin roughly, turning his face so there was nowhere to look but ahead. Though, it didn't quite matter as nothing could be seen by Harry either way. These thoughts stole all of Harry's attention, so his eyes remained forward as his ex-best friend screamed and ranted, smacking Harry across the face and shoving him roughly against the surrounding walls.
And then his Saviour's voice.
"Weasel, let Potter go."
The grip tightened.
"And why should I, Malfoy?"
"Because... I said so."
A resounding smack echoed in the hallway as Ron's grip fell from Harry's jaw, said boy slumping until his bottom hit the ground. But the Boy-Who-Won was not allowed to mope for long as a hand wrapped around his arm, in a calming and reassuring grip, and pulled him to his feet. The same hand pulled the, by far, smaller male into a hard and safe side.
Harry let a content sigh escape his lips and practically felt the smirk... or was it a smile?
"Come now, Potter. I'll take you away from the filth of these two."
An indignant sound came from either Ron or Hermione, but Harry could care less. Draco Malfoy had come to his rescue and he was perfectly content at the moment. The Saviour knew he could trust Draco, as the male had came to Harry last year and confessed how he didn't want to be a Death Eater. How all he wanted was get away from his family and fight against the man who had cost him his younger years. To kill the man who's ideas were entirely too insane.
"I know, Potter. I know."
With that, Draco lead the Boy-Who-Lived through the crowds of people and into the room that he could feel was larger - the Great Hall. So Malfoy did know the precious bundle of the Wizarding World's joy was completely and hopelessly blind. His feet scraped the floor at times as Draco pulled him along, stopping at one point to guide Harry into a seat before sitting next to him, keeping his hand on Harry's shoulder to let him know which side he was on.
Maybe this wasn't so bad?
"Dumbeldore has decided it safest to move you into the Slytherin's dorms instead as your friends have turned their backs on the Golden Boy."
Maybe it was that bad.
There it is! Woo~
R & R!!!