Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Angels ❯ Good bye Wizarding World ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Naru579 
Harry and his children leave the wizarding world.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.14.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 894 | Status: Work In Progress
Harry and his children leave the wizarding world.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.14.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 894 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Anita Blake. Will Be Yaoi/Slash (Boy/Boy action)
Regular
Harry’s thoughts unless otherwise stated
Lines taken directly from the book
Afternoon
Harry lay face down on the wet, mossy ground, while rain pelted his body harshly. His breathing uneven and harsh, trying desperately to get more air in his lungs.
Dying is really overrated. There is nothing pleasant about dying by the killing curse. Whoever said that the killing curse is painless lied, but then again how would they know? They never died by it, so how would they know if the killing curse is painless or not?
His body was bent at an odd angle, and he knew that both his arms and legs were broken, after all he could feel them. His mouth was open in silent gasps, breathing more and more air into his abused lungs. With each breathe he could feel his body healing itself.
“My Lord…My Lord…”
He heard Bellatrix’s voice murmur. He could imagine her bowing to Tom and crawling up to his robes to kiss as she said “My Lord” over and over again. Hatred welled up inside himself as he remembered that it was because of her that his godfather, Sirus Black, was dead. He remembered the way she laughed as he fell through the veil.
Laugh all you want Bellatrix because when I regain my strength , you won’t be laughing for much longer.
“Come my children, come and feed on the souls of the Death Eaters that tried to kill me, your father, the one who loves you and protects you.
Harry whispered.
A cold chill began to form. The trees began to form ice around them, quickly spreading to the ground. He smiled when he felt confusion going through the Death Eaters at the chill. He opened his eyes and saw icy breathes in the air. And he felt them, his children, gliding closer and closer to him. He smiled, his children never abanded him like the whole wizarding world had. They stayed close and whispered to him…whispered how much the loved him. After his children took their fill of his enemy souls, he would be buried in the ground. After all, he was not planning to stay in the wizarding world, a world that did not care for him, so it would be so much easier if they though he was dead.
Harry felt the last of his wounds heal and with a sigh, he stopped his heart. It would not do him any good if people realized that he is alive because of a heart beat.
He suddenly heard loud screams that broke him out of his reverie before darkness took him.
Night
With a gasp, Harry woke up. His heart beating once more, stronger and stronger with each beat. With a deep breath, he gritted his teeth before sharply setting his bones back in their sockets. A wicked smile curved his lips as he gathered his power and blasted right through his coffin and the freshly sealed ground. He slowly pulled himself out of the whole and dusted himself off, before summoning his children to him.
And they came to him, one by one until they were all there. Dementers. His beautiful, beloved children.
“Today is the last day that we will ever set foot on British soil again. I’m planning to go to St. Lous, in America. I have a big house there that I had bought a few months ago. You will all be able to fit in it if you decide to come with me. I will not force you, but if it helps, I would love to have you with me. You are my family. You brought me up and were there for me when everybody abanded me. So, what do you say? Will you come with me or stay behind?”
“You know perfectly well that we will follow you wherever you may go, child.” A female voice whispered in his mind.
“If you decide to make a trip to hell, or around the world barefooted we will follow you, young necromancer” a raspy voice answered and many voice murmured in agreement.
A brilliant smile appeared across his face, “I know, but I still wanted to ask and give you a choice”.
“Are you ready to leave?”
Harry saw them all nod, and with that they all disappeared in a flash of shadows, only to appear before a beautiful , white stoned house, with wooden shudders, and a straw roof that was charmed to not rot in the weather. He pulled out his key, put it in the lock, and as he twisted the key in the lock, he changed the wards so that his children could come in and leave whenever they wanted to withought any harm.
“Welcome to our new home” and with that he opened the door with a flourish.
His children glided in a single file into the big, open foyer. It had white stones for the floor. The walls were glazed in a beautiful sea foam venetian plaster. A crystal chandler hung from the high celing. The foyer opened up to a nice sized family room that had a nice white rug over a wooden floor. The walls were painted in a nice venetian plaster, light green. The tan couches and chairs were all leather, with cherry wood knee high shelves that surrounded the room and a cherry wood, glass table in the middle of the sitting arrangement. The foyer also opened up to a huge kitchen with white, flagged stone floor. The bottom half of the wall had an off white paint, while the top half had a golden venetian plaster finish. A big stone island stood in the middle of the kitchen with pots and pans hanging over it from the ceiling. The counter fronts were made of cherry wood, while the top was of green stone with flecks of sapphire, and rubies mixed in it.
“This is beautiful, father” a young voice said.
“I’m so glad that you like it. It took me a long time to remodel it.”
Harry could see the approval of his children about the house, and that made him swell with joy.
A/N: I hope you like this story! I tried to make it so everybody could understand what was happening, and who was speaking. I will come back to add a lot more stuff to this chapter one of these days since I left a lot of it out…I feel so bad about that but I wanted to post this so badly. This is a crossover fic of HP/Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter. I will bash Anita Blake though. So if you don’t like it then don’t read it. I’m not forcing you to read it.
Regular
Harry’s thoughts unless otherwise stated
Lines taken directly from the book
Afternoon
Harry lay face down on the wet, mossy ground, while rain pelted his body harshly. His breathing uneven and harsh, trying desperately to get more air in his lungs.
Dying is really overrated. There is nothing pleasant about dying by the killing curse. Whoever said that the killing curse is painless lied, but then again how would they know? They never died by it, so how would they know if the killing curse is painless or not?
His body was bent at an odd angle, and he knew that both his arms and legs were broken, after all he could feel them. His mouth was open in silent gasps, breathing more and more air into his abused lungs. With each breathe he could feel his body healing itself.
“My Lord…My Lord…”
He heard Bellatrix’s voice murmur. He could imagine her bowing to Tom and crawling up to his robes to kiss as she said “My Lord” over and over again. Hatred welled up inside himself as he remembered that it was because of her that his godfather, Sirus Black, was dead. He remembered the way she laughed as he fell through the veil.
Laugh all you want Bellatrix because when I regain my strength , you won’t be laughing for much longer.
“Come my children, come and feed on the souls of the Death Eaters that tried to kill me, your father, the one who loves you and protects you.
Harry whispered.
A cold chill began to form. The trees began to form ice around them, quickly spreading to the ground. He smiled when he felt confusion going through the Death Eaters at the chill. He opened his eyes and saw icy breathes in the air. And he felt them, his children, gliding closer and closer to him. He smiled, his children never abanded him like the whole wizarding world had. They stayed close and whispered to him…whispered how much the loved him. After his children took their fill of his enemy souls, he would be buried in the ground. After all, he was not planning to stay in the wizarding world, a world that did not care for him, so it would be so much easier if they though he was dead.
Harry felt the last of his wounds heal and with a sigh, he stopped his heart. It would not do him any good if people realized that he is alive because of a heart beat.
He suddenly heard loud screams that broke him out of his reverie before darkness took him.
Night
With a gasp, Harry woke up. His heart beating once more, stronger and stronger with each beat. With a deep breath, he gritted his teeth before sharply setting his bones back in their sockets. A wicked smile curved his lips as he gathered his power and blasted right through his coffin and the freshly sealed ground. He slowly pulled himself out of the whole and dusted himself off, before summoning his children to him.
And they came to him, one by one until they were all there. Dementers. His beautiful, beloved children.
“Today is the last day that we will ever set foot on British soil again. I’m planning to go to St. Lous, in America. I have a big house there that I had bought a few months ago. You will all be able to fit in it if you decide to come with me. I will not force you, but if it helps, I would love to have you with me. You are my family. You brought me up and were there for me when everybody abanded me. So, what do you say? Will you come with me or stay behind?”
“You know perfectly well that we will follow you wherever you may go, child.” A female voice whispered in his mind.
“If you decide to make a trip to hell, or around the world barefooted we will follow you, young necromancer” a raspy voice answered and many voice murmured in agreement.
A brilliant smile appeared across his face, “I know, but I still wanted to ask and give you a choice”.
“Are you ready to leave?”
Harry saw them all nod, and with that they all disappeared in a flash of shadows, only to appear before a beautiful , white stoned house, with wooden shudders, and a straw roof that was charmed to not rot in the weather. He pulled out his key, put it in the lock, and as he twisted the key in the lock, he changed the wards so that his children could come in and leave whenever they wanted to withought any harm.
“Welcome to our new home” and with that he opened the door with a flourish.
His children glided in a single file into the big, open foyer. It had white stones for the floor. The walls were glazed in a beautiful sea foam venetian plaster. A crystal chandler hung from the high celing. The foyer opened up to a nice sized family room that had a nice white rug over a wooden floor. The walls were painted in a nice venetian plaster, light green. The tan couches and chairs were all leather, with cherry wood knee high shelves that surrounded the room and a cherry wood, glass table in the middle of the sitting arrangement. The foyer also opened up to a huge kitchen with white, flagged stone floor. The bottom half of the wall had an off white paint, while the top half had a golden venetian plaster finish. A big stone island stood in the middle of the kitchen with pots and pans hanging over it from the ceiling. The counter fronts were made of cherry wood, while the top was of green stone with flecks of sapphire, and rubies mixed in it.
“This is beautiful, father” a young voice said.
“I’m so glad that you like it. It took me a long time to remodel it.”
Harry could see the approval of his children about the house, and that made him swell with joy.
A/N: I hope you like this story! I tried to make it so everybody could understand what was happening, and who was speaking. I will come back to add a lot more stuff to this chapter one of these days since I left a lot of it out…I feel so bad about that but I wanted to post this so badly. This is a crossover fic of HP/Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter. I will bash Anita Blake though. So if you don’t like it then don’t read it. I’m not forcing you to read it.