Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Pull ❯ Pull ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

~Pull~

By: LunarPlexus

Warnings: Implied Incest and the whole thing is a possible DH spoiler…but if you haven't finished it by now…

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it, I don't, I make no profit from it…it's just gross self-indulgence, really.

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You were there when I lost my first tooth.

“I know how hard this is.”

There. Well, you were the one who ripped it out.

“I don't want to make you talk about it more than you have to.”

Blood.

“But there are things we need to know.”

There was a lot of blood.

“Please take your time…”

Mum nearly killed you.

“…and tell me what you can.”

There was a lot of blood.

“ Blood.”

“There was blood?”

So much of it.

“No.”

It was all over my shirt.

“None at all.”

And Mum nearly killed you.

“Fine, fine…”

We slept together. You were warm.

“What else do you remember?”

You were warm and alive. You were so alive to me. This thing between us…

“Take your time…”

…it burned.

It ate me up.

You had already lost your first tooth. I hadn't. People could tell the difference between us.

“…we have plenty of time.”

I hated it. I hated being different from you. It burned me.

You tied that little piece of string around my tooth, and slammed the door. You looked so scared.

“He wasn't afraid.”

There was so much blood.

“He never saw it.”

And you were so scared. You didn't want to hurt me.

“Yes, the others did say…”

And you kissed me. You slipped your tongue into the hole where a part of me was just minutes ago. You were so sorry.

It hurt. But I was happy. I was the same as you again.

I was you again.

“What did you do, once he'd been hit?”

I held you.

Like I always had. I was sorrier that you were upset than I was about my pain. I held you so many times over the years. When you were hurt, when I needed to be with you.

And the other times when we were alone and you begged me to touch you.

“I held him.”

I could never stop touching you. I didn't have a choice. There was never a question.

“He was warm.”

I won't touch you again. Not at home, not at Hogwarts, and definitely not in this little room with this person who knows nothing about you.

But you're still so terribly alive, even in this little room. It still burns so badly.

“Just think…”

We'd never been separated.

“Who else do you remember being there?”

I hated to think I was different from you. You'd always been there.

“I was.”

You are still.

“And?”

There's another hole where a part of me used to be.

I wish I could slip you into it.

“He was there.”

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Ok, so I usually ignore what happened in DH. I just figured I should acknowledge it once.