Rating:
PG-13
House:
The Dark Arts
Ships:
Bellatrix Lestrange/Lord Voldemort Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Characters:
Harry Potter
Genres:
Darkfic Angst
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 04/10/2007
Updated: 04/10/2007
Words: 529
Chapters: 1
Hits: 355

Sweet Poison

Miss_Poison

Story Summary:
Confused? Enter this world of nightmares, dreams and despair...

Chapter 01

Posted:
04/10/2007
Hits:
355


Sweet Poison

Harry watched Voldemort give him the goblet, the red wines aroma of sweet poison invading his drugged senses.

Accepting it, he raised it in mock salute; "To my greatest enemy. May you die in your own hate and poison!"

Pressing the wine to his lips, he felt it travel through his body like ice, leaving him numb as then it want black...

His eyes closed, the glass crashed to the ground, shattering into small pieces, reflecting the triumph in those cold, red, slits.

Harry Potter, born enemy, human who shared his blood was dead.

"It is not your enemy that has killed you, but your own blood, Harry Potter. To the boy who once lived!"

Voldemort's laughter echoed in the now empty room.

***

Harry felt darkness descend on him; enveloping him, empty faces and whispers beckoning.

And then their was laughter, warmth and...

He saw green eyes, untidy jet-black hair and a pair of equally odd glasses.

His family embraced him.

He'd finally got what he wanted.

Remembering Dumbledore's words, Harry finally agreed that death was part of a new adventure.

He felt a searing pain on his forehead, making Harry automatically bring his hand there.

There was no scar...

***

Tears in my eyes

Like jewels in the empty sky

My dreams finally gone

My sins repented

The deed done

Harry stared down from the sky, smiling as Hermione cuddled her son.

He didn't approve ENTIRELY of Malfoy, but he'd do.

Walking back to his mother, he said quietly, "My friends are happy, the world is safe and I'm tired of not being able to close my eyes."

"You want the eternal rest?"

"One where my soul is resting..."

As if woven under a spell, his eyes hooded, Harry sank to the floor...

"Goodbye," was the whisper that left his mouth.

A tear was the thing that left his eye.

***

"Harry!"

His eyes opened.

There was Ron and Hermione, looking down at him in worry, in their pyjamas.

It had been a dream...

"Harry, you've been having your dreams again." Ron explained, "Voldemort's gone. Long gone!"

It had been three years since he'd poisoned Lord Voldemort, but he always had this funny feeling that he was inside of him...

Slowly getting up, he looked around him.

He was in St Mungo's.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking after you. Everyone was worried about you and even Dumbledore is coming."

Smiling weakly, he reached for the old fashioned goblet at the side of his table, which was full of an aromatic liquid... Red wine.

Sipping it, he asked, "Why are they giving me this?"

"To drug your senses..."

"Oh," he answered, "How's Malfoy?"

"Harry!"

Ron grinned.

"Start calling him Draco. That's his name."

"Fine."

There was a pause.

"Have you caught any death eaters yet?"

Hermione and Ron were aurors.

He'd worked alongside them for one year when his fateful nightmares had begun...

Shrugging, he whispered, "Goodnight. See you in the morning... Hopefully..."

His eyes closed.

The two figures transformed.

Draco smirked.

"He will be dead by morning..."

"You are my true nephew, Draco!"

Bellatrix Lestrange looked around quickly, before continuing, "Lets go."

They vanished...