Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Longing to be Found... ❯ Piercing Through ( Chapter 7 )

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Warnings: DARK! Contains mature content and adult themes not suitable for young children. Slash (male/male relationships beyond friendship; also known as yaoi), non-con (rape), strong language, PWP at times, self mutilation, self gratification (masturbation), OOCness, AU�

Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.03.2009 | Updated On: 05.16.2009 | Pages: 8 | Words: 11.8K | Visits: 572 | Status: Work In Progress

Summary: Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts is filled with taunting dreams and dark secrets. Sirius' death fresh in his mind and bleeding in his heart, he finds his body taking the abuse for his pain as he blames himself. Harry Potter has fallen on hard times and this time he is not able to stand back up on his own, doesn't have the strength to stand back on his own. How will he ever be able to get back up, how will he ever find his strength again to continue to battle against Voldemort whose power is growing at a rapid rate? Plus what's with the new transfer student in Slytherin house following Harry around for? A beautiful new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has come to Hogwarts, but the question is will they make it through the year or do they have a secret agenda like all the others? Find out in the story Longing to be Found.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, ideas, or location's, found in the Harry Potter universe, it is property of J.K.Rowling, and found in movies produced byWarner Bros. The storyline concept for this particular fanfiction was created in the recesses of the twisted mind of this writer. I do however own the two OC's (original characters) in this story so please do not copy them.

Warnings: DARK! Contains mature content and adult themes not suitable for young children. Slash (male/male relationships beyondfriendship; also known as yaoi), non-con (rape), strong language, PWP at times, self mutilation, self gratification (masturbation), OOCness, AU…

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Rated:M/NC-17

Drama/Angst

Longing to be Found…

By: TwilightKitsune1

Chapter Seven (7)

- PiercingThrough-

The days seemed to be passing far quicker then they used to and as the week was coming to a close Harry found himself already behind in some of his work. However he was not to worried about this since most of the assignments he was behind in were not due until next week, though with Hermione breathing down his neck to keep working on his work and the nightly training sessions that both Hermione and he had with Dumbledore Harry felt like he was already stretching himself thin with this. He sighed heavily as he stretched where he sat in the library trying to finish his charms assignment, he could only imagine how tiered he will be when Quidditch practice starts up again. The library was near deserted since many students weren't having a problem doing their class work, so Harry was slightly glad he didn't have to work around a group of students the would probably be talking in hushed voices as though they were making some conspiracy plan.

“Hey, Hermione, do have any charm notes on you, I forgot mine in the common room.” Harry asked as Hermione closed the book in front of her and was reaching for another that she had brought over with her.

“I don't believe it Harry, I talk you into coming down here so we can finish our work loads and you forgot to bring your notes?” Hermione said a sharp tone in her voice as she looked at Harry.

Giving her an apologetic grin he shrugged his shoulders, “Sorry `Mione I'm just not all here.”

Hermione sighed and reached for her bag pulling out some parchment, “You're lucky I can understand that… I've been wondering though, has Alex tried to talk to you again about meeting with Dumbledore?” she whispered making sure no one heard her as she handed the parchment over to Harry.

“Thanks.” he said as he took the parchment from her. `He's not said a word to me, though his thoughts are always there Hermione.' Harry sent into her mind as he read through the parchment and jotted down some things onto his own parchment. `Remember Hermione, we can't talk about that allowed just incase someone hears us. Besides it's much easier just to do this.' Harry said as he began working even further into his assignment. “I need to go grab a book, I'll be right back.” Harry said standing up and placing his quill down.

As he was looking on the shelves for the right book he failed to notice the person who came up behind him until it was too late to try and get away. `Harry,I've been looking for you.' Came the voice of the person he had just been talking about.

Jumping slightly he turned around and somehow found himself pinned against the wall, bookshelf, and Alex. `H-hey Alex, what's up?' Harry asked, ignoring the uneasy feeling growing in his stomach. He ignored that easily, along with the fact that he was in a deserted part of the library, there wasn't anything to worry about.

`I was looking for you. You've been seeming more and more tiered these days, I was wondering if there was anything wrong, or maybe something I could help with?' Alex's voice purred as he moved closer to Harry, their bodies nearly flush together.

There was something wrong, Harry didn't feel right, he was stuck in a corner as Alex was so close to him he could smell him. It wasn't a bad scent though, not bad at all really. Harry was actually pretty sure he could have drowned in this scent that was Alex. His hands were shaky and seemed to have a mind of their own as they slowly, shakily, made their way up and found the cloth of Alex's robes. He felt like he was in a trance as he pulled the other body close to him finding warmth, yes it was so warm. Closing his eyes and leaning forward their lips meet in a frenzied way.

It was wonderful, the feel of this warmth that felt as though it were surrounding him in it, he was so exhausted from the days he'd been training, the endless sleepless nights where he found no peace. He had been forced to see his god father die many times recently, and not because he had lost himself there. No, it was because of Dumbledore,the old senile codger! Harry thought angrily. He hated the old fool sometimes, he, Harry, was strong but when he was around Dumbledore he felt like he was nothing more then a child playing make believe. As that warmth Alex had ignited in him turned to pure hate and rage he roughly pushed Alex, turning him so he was facing the wall and Harry was pinning him never breaking the kiss. As Alex's back hit the wall in a rough manner he gasped only to receive Harry's tongue pushing its way in causing Alex to moan into Harry's mouth.

It was Alex now who was clinging to Harry, his hand gripping Harry's robe at the side. One of Harry's hands slid up Alex's body and roughly gripped his hair pulling his head back a little giving Harry better access. This action made Alex make a mewing noise in the back of his throat and his body began to shudder as he felt Harry begin to move his hand down stopping at Alex's waist line. It was at that moment Harry began to realize what he was doing, who he was kissing so viciously. As he began to slightly release Alex it was at that time someone decided to walk around to this side of the shelf and it was the noise of books falling to the ground that made Harry finally pull away completely. His emerald green eyes filled with worry and fear were met with shock filled grey eyes.

Of course the person who had found them at that moment when Alex could barely stand and leaned on Harry for support and both their faces were covered in a slight blush had to have been Draco Malfoy, another bloody Slytherin.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” came Draco's shocked, furious, scared? voice.

Harry just stood there as the panting Alex at his side regained his composure and tried to catch his breath so he could answer. As he was doing this they heard the librarian tell them to be quiet and not to make her come over, as Blaise sauntered over to Draco's side only to stop and go bug eyed at the spectacle.

Harry didn't know what to say, couldn't think of a way to get at least Alex out of this mess, should Voldemort find out. “I was curious is all, wanted to know what it was like kissing the famous Potter. Granted I didn't want just a peek though, I wanted more then that. Why? Does that bother you Draco?” came Alex's voice, slightly horse from the earlier assault.

“Yes…No… It's just that its Potter is all! He is our dark lord's enemy you fool, should he know about this!” Draco drew off and Blaise just continued to look from Alex to Draco and back, there was unease in his eyes. As though there was something more to it, but Harry really didn't want to put two and two together right now.

“My point Draco, better to do it now while he's alive, won't be as good should he be dead.” Alex said finally standing on his own and walking towards Draco. He smirked at him and leaned down to his ear to whisper something only meant for Draco's ears. When he finished the boy went pale, more then what he normally was, it was a sickly pale as though he had just been told something he really didn't want to hear. With that he straightened up and patted Draco on the shoulder before turning to Harry and then back walking out of the library.

Draco shock himself back to reality before looking to Harry again, a sneer on his face, “Disgusting.” Was all he said as he too left the library, Blaise following right behind.

Harry stood there as Draco's words reverberated through his mind; to hear someone say what you have been thinking of yourself seemed to hurt, no matter who it's from. Harry felt his legs shaking and all he wanted to do was find Malfoy and punch him until the walls were colored with his blood. He wanted to find Alex and have him quartered just for what happened. He wanted to find Blaise and stab his eyes out with his wand. However, what he wanted to do most was get this pain to go away; though it would have to wait till tonight. Sufficing with gripping his hands tight into fist's he reared back and punched the wall, holding in a feral roar in his chest. After a moment, as he let the pain of the sudden impact subside, he pulled his hand back and inspected it closely. There were some lacerations on his hand around his knuckles, and blood was beginning to pool in the wounds, though it wasn't bad. His hands color had gotten a blotchy red color to it and pale bits here and there. Sighing he pulled his wand out and cast a quick healing spell on his hand so it didn't look bad but in truth it was throbbing. Looking back on the shelf he grabbed the book he had come over here for and walked back to the table where Hermione still sat, completely absorbed into her book.

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As night finally came and classes were over many students could be found relaxing in their common rooms from the stress of the first week was now at an end, but there were two students that still worked on assignments not yet due. In the Gryffindor common room, off in the corner table, Harry and Hermione were just finishing the work for the next week. Giving a sigh of relief Harry sat his quill down and stretched with a loud yawn, all his joints popping from there lack of much movement today. As he finished his stretch he gave a pleased sigh, “That felt great!” he mumbled and, putting his elbow on the table and placing his head in his hand he just looked out the window relieved he was no longer behind in his school work.

“Are you tiered Harry?” Hermione asked as she finished putting her things away.

“A little but I'll be fine.” Harry replied as he too began to put away his things.

Hermione gave him a worried look and bit at her lower lip, “Harry, if you're tiered, why don't you just skip training tonight?”

Stopping what he was doing he looked at Hermione, “No, I'm going Hermione. This isn't just about protecting our minds from anyone who can use Occlumency or even Alex, for me it's for when I fight Voldemort.”

“Harry… Even if you master Occlumency, if you don't take care of both your mind AND body it won't matter in the end. Harry, you'll be vulnerable!”

Harry didn't say anything for a long time, just sat there in silence with Hermione for a moment. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth that if he didn't push himself he would be bleeding himself out for all that's been going on with Alex, along with those dreams that have started to plague him. He couldn't tell her that, she would only worry more so all he did was slip on a friendly smile and looked to her through false eyes, “Don't worry Hermione I'll be fine.”

“Harry, ever since V-Voldemort was spotted at the Ministry of Magic last year and everyone knows he's alive, ever since the Death Eaters that were captured in the department of mysteries were thrown into Azkaban prison I've been worried. With Voldemort not making a move to free his followers and there haven't been any killings or strange disappearances all I tend to do now a days is sit on the edge and wait to see when something will happen… Harry, it's not just concern for you but also fear.”

She didn't have to say anymore nor did he have to pierce through her mind to see what she meant, “Hermione… your parents are going to be fine and I'm not going to die with out a fight. That's why I need to push myself to learn this, so when the time does come to fight I stand a fighting chance and won't die.”

Hermione could only look at Harry for a moment after he finished speaking. She looked down to her hands that lay clasped in her lap as the words continued to reverberate through her mind. “Just for victory… right Harry?” she whispered still not looking back up to Harry.

“Right.” was all Harry could say as he picked up his bag he decided to give her some time alone. “I'm going to go ahead, I'll see you there?” he asked, only leaving to his dorm room when he saw Hermione nod, as he walked up the stairs he turned to the noise of a chair scraping the floor a saw Hermione get up and begin to head up to her dorm room as well. He did not fail to notice the tears that were beginning to bud in her eyes either. Perhaps later he would talk Ron into going to talk to her sometime to try and calm her down, speaking of which he might as well go tell Ron he's going to train now so he wouldn't go looking for Harry later on.

XxXxX—XxXxX—XxXxX

Walking into the familiar office of the headmaster Harry stood for a bit just looking about him, though he has been here many nights now he still found himself in awe, just like when he had first seen the office; his eyes bouncing around examining the room, looking to see if there was anything new or changed. It was still a large beautiful and circular room, still filled with funny noises from the various contraptions around here. A number of silver instruments Harry didn't really understand or even know what they were still resided on spindle legged tables, whirring and puffing out puffs of smoke.

Walking closer to them to get a closer look, Harry recognized one or two of them as ones he broke last year when he had been trapped in the office after Sirius died. He ran his hand over them briefly wishing he could take back all the vicious words he had spoken and for all the damage he had caused due to his anger. Letting out a sigh his eyes finally moved away from the silver objects and started inspecting the sleeping portraits of the previous headmasters and headmistress of Hogwarts. Near the other wall of the room, away from the door, was a large claw footed desk that Harry had grown so used to seeing Dumbledore behind and waiting he was surprised to see him missing from it; though sitting on top of the desk proudly was the Gryffindor sword. Behind the desk on a shelf resided an old and tattered looking hat, Harry knew quit well that that hat was in fact the sorting hat.

Lost in his thoughts he was jostled out of them by the soft call of a phoenix, turning slightly he also caught the gentle sound of flapping wings. When he had full turned he saw Fawkes fly gently and smoothly to him and land on his shoulder. Fawkes stayed there for a while allowing Harry to pet him before casting one last call out before returning to his golden perch by the door. Smiling to himself Harry found he was slightly grateful that the office hadn't changed, this office seemed as though it was his constant in this changing world, and Dumbledore as unchanging as this room.

As Harry stood there, again lost in thought, he failed to notice Dumbledore come up to him from behind, “I see you've already arrived Harry, where is Miss Granger?”

“I figured I'd let her have some time alone and thought I'd get a head start tonight.”

“Very well then, so you wish to start and not wait for Miss Granger?”

“I just thought Hermione would want some alone time, she's just been getting really stressed, and I just wanted to go ahead and start now that way we won't have to be at it most of tonight since Hermione was saying she was tiered. This way she won't have to be long and then go get some sleep.” Harry lied smiling a fake smile, he wondered if Dumbledore could tell but he wasn't going to risk it.

“Very well then, let us begin.” And with that, both pulled out their wands and faced each other.

XxXxX—thirty (30) minutes later—XxXxX

As Hermione ascended the spiral stairway to the headmaster's office, her eyes slightly blood shot and puffy looking; she came to a halt in front of the large doors. Taking one last breath to steady herself, she raised one shaky hand tentively towards the door knocker and halted all movement when she heard a large crash and grunt come from inside the room. Shocked to hear the sudden, painful sounding noise, she lowered her hand and pressed herself to the thick door so she could hear what had caused the noise or even words to hear the reason for the violent sound. Her eyes slid shut and her breathing steadied, coming to a near stop so she would be able to hear properly and not become distracted by any sound or rustle of robes.

“Harry are you alright?” came Dumbledore's voice, sounding as though he was moving across the room.

“Yes sir… I guess I just lost my footing or something.” Harry's voice came from inside the room as he rose from where he had fallen; a shattering sound again came to Hermione's ears. “Sorry sir, I didn't mean—“

“It's quite alright Harry… Now care to guess how you moved from the middle of the room all the way to the wall?” Dumbledore questioned, Hermione's eyes went wide from hearing that.

“…m-my footing?” Harry answered feebly.

“…” Dumbledore said nothing.

“Sir?”

“It was your defense Harry. No matter how hard my magic pounded against your barrier it wouldn't budge. What threw you across the room was the shear force we were using. In the end you were thrown as your barrier stood strong.” Dumbledore finished, pride and worry laced together in his voice.

“I understand… Sir can we try—“

“That is enough for right now; it is now Miss Granger's turn. You may come in now,” Dumbledore called to her making Hermione jump.

Quickly Hermione grabbed hold of the door handle and pulled it open. Stepping into the office she found Harry, slightly leaning against a shelf, and Dumbledore stood between her and Harry. “I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you two but… but there was a smash and—“

“Do not worry yourself Miss Granger; I knew you were there so there is no reason to apologize. Now if you would, please come in and close the door.” Dumbledore said gesturing her into his office.

Nodding Hermione fully walked into the office, closing the door as she entered, “Have you two already begun practicing?”

Dumbledore only smiled to her as Harry walked, slightly unsteady, to an empty chair and picked up a half full glass of water and begun drinking it. Just looking at him as he sat there Hermione could tell he was pushing himself hard tonight. “We did, but Harry can only go so far with the exhaustion he has. Now Miss Granger, since you have arrived precisely at nine, are you prepared to begin?” Dumbledore said pulling Hermione's mind back to the task at hand.

“Yes sir,” she said moving farther into the room and drawing her wand as she moved.

“Then let us begin.” And with that Hermione faced Dumbledore.

XxXxX—hour and forty-five minutes later (1.45)—XxXxX

Hermione collapsed onto her knees on the floor, her breath coming out in pants; she was exhausted and her legs unable to hold her any longer. She sat there as she felt her muscles scream out, her body tempter was lower then normal but she could feel a flush on her face. “Are you alright Hermione?” Harry asked as he rushed to his friend's side, kneeling down beside her.

“F…fine… just a little tiered… is all.” She stuttered out looking up to Harry. “I just need to rest a bit and I'll be fine,” she finally said, a little stronger then before but still in a weak sounding voice.

“You should rest for a moment then Miss Granger, Harry if you would like we could continue from earlier or we can call it a night.” Dumbledore said, “And I will be the one to guard against you this time if you wish to keep going.”

Harry nodded, summoning a glass of water for Hermione before he stood up. “Thank you Harry.” Hermione said before she started to drink the liquid greedily.

“Its fine, now you just rest a bit.” Harry said smiling down at her before he turned his gaze to Dumbledore. “It's your turn to sit back and watch.” Harry said pulling out his wand.

“You two should begin to practice wordless magic when you have any free time. When you master this with words we will begin to try wordless.” Dumbledore said with a smile, “but that is neither here nor there.”

Harry nodded his head; he wanted to try doing wordless magic since he knew if he didn't have to call any magic out it would be much safer for when he fought Voldemort. He would stand so much of a better chance against him then. Raising his wand he faced Dumbledore, the only person Voldemort feared, and begun to try and pierce through his mind. It wasn't as though this was the first time he had done this, wasn't the first time he had turned his wand on Dumbledore in his own office, and even though all of that he has yet to pierce the man's mind; though he was becoming better at guarding his mind against intruders.

“Legilimens!” Harry said feeling as his magic move through him, as though originating from his mind and moving out, down his arm, through his hands, and out his wand straight to Dumbledore. It felt as though it was a long rope stretching out to grab at the thoughts, memories, and feelings that lay in the old mans mind; but when it reached the old man it only bounced off the barrier he had erected.

Even though there was a barrier Harry continued the spell, refusing to relinquish his efforts to pierce through to Dumbledore's mind. However, as he continued his spell there was something inside him twisting and turning, as if waking up and trying to get out of the prison that held what ever it was. Harry could feel his magic shifting from strong to weak and then back again, but he paid it no mind and tried to ignore the feeling of something inside him wriggling into his mind. That was all there was before it happened, tossed into the background by someone who had been watching impatiently, he was no longer in control.

Hermione still sat on the ground, now an empty glass in her hands, as she continued to watch the two others in the room. She was really impressed by how much stronger Harry had gotten in the short amount of time they had been working with Dumbledore. She had grown up with him, the one to tell him of all the books that had been published about him, watched him in many classes so if he ever needed help she would be able to help, and she even helped with any relationship problems he had; though she had a feeling many of the issues had revolved around him hanging out and being such good friends with her. Though they had been together for so long it still took Hermione a moment to realize that there was something different about Harry, that something had changed almost as though he was no longer inside. Looking to Dumbledore she saw that he too had noticed this, he seemed confused and slightly worried. Worried for her friend she stood up on unsteady legs, she wondered what she could do, how she could help her friend.

`My friend do you hear me? I need your help, please allow me, I swear you'll be fine.' Hermione heard Harry's voice reverberate in her mind, but he sounded different, as if older.

`Harry? Yesof course I'll help, what do I need to do?'

`Just stand there.' Was all he said and she did.

It was a strange feeling, there was an amount of magic moving through her body that was not her own. In Hermione's opinion it felt like a warm breeze, just instead of going around her it ran through and within her. It wasn't painful at all; in fact it felt quite pleasant. She had been worried at first when it hit her but when she noticed it was coming from Harry her worry vanished; it was her friend's magic so she knew it wouldn't hurt her in anyway. It was around that moment that she saw flashes of memories that were not her own flash through her mind.

The magic that hit Dumbledore from off to the side was a surprise to say the least and all he could do in that instant was watch as his memories flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes in misery as he realized the memories he was seeing were not current but of the past. He hoped Harry would not think any less of him as they rushed through his mind, as one in particular ran through his mind.

Harry could not see what was going on, or hear what was happening, he could only feel his magic run through. It was strong magic though, the kind he only felt when he was furious, but he knew it was his magic somehow. Suddenly he was assaulted by visions, memories of a past that was not his, but he did know whose they were, “Dumbledore…” he mumbled.

They were like flashes though, moving so quickly they bleed together and the words were jumbled together and he did not know for sure what was said but he was able to catch words every now and again. There were so many memories, some filled with the same people, but there was a young man and a little girl that seemed to be center stage of most if not all the memories. The little girl had long shinning blond hair and empty blue eyes, but they weren't dull, they shinned with some inner light that was dampened by something. The young man seemed to always be smiling and have an attractive face through most of the memories; his hair was a golden color as well and seemed to have a halo on his head. Then it hit him, the blond man was resting, naked and sweaty, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A younger Dumbledore lay beside him, also naked and slightly less sweaty then the other; he was propped up on his elbow facing the man as his other hand stroked through the blonds hair. There was a serene look on Dumbledore's face and his smiling lips parted and said the word, “Angel” before both he and Dumbledore reacted. Sickened by the vision Harry cut the connection as Dumbledore threw up a barrier also cutting the connection. He was then thrust back in the fore ground as what ever had been in control was thrown back to where it came from inside him.

It was a strange sensation that filled Hermione; when Harry had cut the connection the feeling of a warm breeze began to slow and before it had fully exited Hermione Dumbledore cut his side of the connection as well. She felt as though she were being squeezed by the two separations almost simultaneously, her breath caught in her lungs as they froze and her heart rate speed up. When both ends reached her finally she felt as though she had been hit by a speeding car and her body was flung backwards by the sheer force.

“HERMIONE!” Harry yelled as he and Dumbledore ran to her side.

Dumbledore reached Hermione before Harry, who slid to a halt beside her and kneeled down, and checked her pulse. Harry could only kneel beside her and look to Dumbledore to hear what he says; he was scared and wondered what had happened. “Is she…”

“She's fine Harry.” Dumbledore said as he released her wrist and lifted her up into the air in one fluid movement. “Wait here, we will talk when I return.” and with that he swept out of his office with the unconscious Hermione in his hold.

Harry could just stand there not understanding a thing that had just happened and denying what he had seen. It confused and sickened him at the same time, he could feel his blood drain from his face and the contents of his stomach churn. He moved quickly to the ben next to Dumbledore's desk so not to get sick all over Dumbledore's office. As he crouched over the trash ben on his knees, his hands holding its sides, and looked down at his sick he felt the familiar prickling behind his eyes. There were two questions floating around in his mind at that moment: Was Hermione okay; and was what he had seen really real? It was so confusing; he could not even understand all of what had happened. Shaking his head he decided to just worry about Hermione for right now and confront Dumbledore about what he had seen later. Waving his wand over the ben to clean it of his sick mess he stood back up and straightened his robes before he began pacing the room.

*Click, click, snore, wheeze* he didn't know exactly how long he had been pacing Dumbledore's office or how long ago Dumbledore had left with Hermione in tow. He had hoped she was okay from whatever had happened and that Madam Pomfrey was able to heal her, but with the amount of time he had been waiting he began to wonder. Harry would pace and chew on his nail before his gaze would turn to the window in the office and he ran his hand through his hair frustrated before turning to the door and then beginning to pace again in regular intervals. As he walked passed a particularly loud sleeper he began to wonder if the portraits of the previous headmasters and headmistresses were really sleeping or if they were just faking it with all the noise that had happened earlier that night. Ever since the incident with Mr. Weasley last year and he had seen how they would fake sleep until they were needed, or just so they would not be caught eavesdropping.

Before Harry had become too lost in his musing's the door to the office swung open and Dumbledore entered, the doors swung shut behind him. He didn't spare Harry a word or even a glance as he walked over to his desk and begun writing something on a spare piece of parchment on his desk. To Harry it felt like Dumbledore had been writing for an eternity before he finished and folded it up and walked over to Fawkes, sending him away with it to some unknown destination.

“Sir?...” Harry spoke, unsure of what had happened or what was going on.

“That was a message to the Grangers, informing them of the situation.” Dumbledore finally said still not facing Harry.

Worried, Harry gripped his hands into fists and continued to stand in his position, “What is the situation sir?”

“Hermione has been sent to St. Mungo's hospital due to the magical backlash she suffered… It is unknown if there will be any permanent damage, each case is different when it happens, we are just luck she didn't die due to this which can happen.” Dumbledore said, turning to Harry and looking as though he was being pulled into some kind of nightmare he had already lived through. “Only time will tell if she will be able to recover.” His eyes held a sorrow and remorse Harry didn't understand.

Harry felt himself go numb when Dumbledore finished, as though the worry he had been feeling had imploded in on him. All he felt now was shock and uncertainty, he had been thrust down a path he didn't know, plunging into something he didn't understand; he stood on the thresh hold of a war he wanted no part of. When he heard that Hermione may not live through what had happened or that there may be permanent damage because of him, the self hate and loathing rose to a new high.

Exhaustion and stress finally mingling together in his body they finally won the battle with him, and Harry fell into the dark oblivion of his nightmares.

End Chapter Seven (7)

A/N: Well that's the end of chapter seven, I hope you guys like it. I do apologize for how long it has taken me to post a new chapter but thankfully here it is. I was actually beginning to think even I wouldn't be able to post a new chapter since my life is taking so many turns and I'm hardly able to even sit down to think clearly anymore. I have placed another chapter story I have right now on hold, only re-writing chapters that have been posted due to the lack of inspiration to write anymore. I hope that this chapter pleases those of you still reading it and I hope by posting a new chapter even newer readers will come to find this story and hopefully enjoy it. I love working on this story precisely because unlike my other story this one plague's me and I ABSOLUTLY love Harry/Draco and the amount of fun I can have with this is unsurpassable. Don't forget to tell me what you all think, and as always thanks for reading!