December 2013

By Blood By Heart: 4

26. december 2013 at 20:24 | anis(TM, DoA) |  By Blood, By Heart
It was very late at night and Severus has only just returned from a meeting he had with Dumbledore and his father. Dumbledore of course couldn't wrap his mind around losing his precious weapon -oh well, pupil, as he himself claimed - but his father held his ground and insisted Harry not be concerned with the war in any way.

The Bat and a Brat: 2

26. december 2013 at 14:19 | anis(TM, DoA) |  The Bat and A Brat
Looking around Severus' office he found that everything was in perfect logical order, even the books in his library were sorted alphabetically, and by subject they covered, though the only subjects the man was interested in were Potions, Dark Art and Defence against them, and there also was a small section of one shelf dedicated to Mind Magic - well, Severus IS a Master Occlumens and Legillimens so no real surprise here...

The Bat and a Brat: 1

26. december 2013 at 14:18 | anis(TM, DoA) |  The Bat and A Brat
The potion classes with Snape were as excruciating as ever... well, more than ever, Harry sighed inwardly. He's never really excelled at this particular subject, not that he was at fault... From the very beginning - first Potions in his first year - this subject was destined to be his utter failure, after all, how could he grow interested in the 'subtle science of potion-making' when his professor has hated him even since before he was born and didn't have any qualms at showing his 'affection'. Quite the opposite, actually, Harry was expected to fail, and his classmates have never forgotten to help him to this unwelcome achievement by throwing some potion ingredients into his cauldron at random.

By Blood By Heart: 3

25. december 2013 at 21:42 | anis(TM, DoA) |  By Blood, By Heart
The breakfast was a silent affair though the silence was quite a strained and uncomfortable. Severus was drinking his second cup of coffee reading Potions Monthly, Tobias on the other hand was already through with his breakfast and only sipped his tea reading Daily Prophet, or at least he tried. His eyes straying to his teenage son every now and then, since he seemed to not eat, but like his other son opted for a single cup of coffee. The bad eating habits worried him even when it was Severus alone, but his first-born was old enough to be able to reason his way out. With harry though, he still might succeed, no wonder the child looked as if a stronger wind could blow him away, if he didn't eat properly. He noticed at the previous meals that even though Harry put some food on his plate it never was anywhere near enough for a boy his age, not to mention he never even finished the little he served himself.

By Blood By Heart: 2

25. december 2013 at 21:40 | anis(TM, DoA) |  By Blood, By Heart
The Snape Manor was huge and seemed even bigger since it was filled with silence. It wasn't a cold place by any means, the decorating was done in warm browns and greens and scarce darker motives that gave the place somewhat cozy feel, but it lacked human presence; no way two inhabitants and few house-elves could make it homely. It was more like a house ready for a big family to move in.

By Blood By Heart: 1

25. december 2013 at 21:39 | anis(TM, DoA) |  By Blood, By Heart
To Lord Snape

We've recently ascertained the death of your wife Eileen Fleur Prince-Snape.

The Last Will and Testament has been found during the compulsory vault examination upon her confirmed death, and as one of her beneficiaries you are therefore invited to the reading of the Will that will take place on Wednesday July 31st in the Eighth Meeting Room of the London branch of Gringotts Goblin Bank.

Also allow us to offer you our sincere condolences on her untimely passing.

Ragnok
Gringotts Goblin Bank
London Branch Manager

Dark Benediction: 3

25. december 2013 at 21:32 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Dark Benediction
Sanctuary

He hurt.

Not that the feeling was any unfamiliar, not really, he was accustomed to be hurting... all over and throughout. But he couldn't afford to now. He knew he wouldn't be able to complete his chores, he knew he wouldn't be able not to cry out at night from his nightmares, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold even the damned frying pan to make the meals for the scum that goes by the name Dursleys. He was hungry, so much he was barely holding himself upright. Too tired, too starved, too hurt. And he couldn't afford anything more, he needed every bit of energy he could muster for the following night, the night that he would reach his maturity. The night he would come into his inheritance.

Dark Benediction: 2

25. december 2013 at 21:31 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Dark Benediction
Lost

He opened his eyes wondering what in the blazes could have woken him up in the dead of the night. And what night! It was so hot he doubted he'd be able to fall asleep again, unless he ventured to the lowest levels the Prince Manor dungeons could offer and made his bed there.

Dark Benediction: 1

25. december 2013 at 21:29 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Dark Benediction
Forsaken

"I know the school year has already begun, but I'm glad to welcome one more student to our gathering. Due to his recovering from the Dragon Pox he was unable to attend the Sorting Ceremony when it took place, but I'm sure you'll welcome him with the same enthusiasm now as you would three days ago." Headmaster picked up the Sorting Hat - now it was clear why the ragged hat was sitting in front of him on the table - and motioned to the shadowed alcove.

Memories: 6

25. december 2013 at 21:27 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Memories
"Nějaké nové zprávy?" zeptal se Naramijou-kashira příchozího.
"Žádná sláva," povzdechl si Toki. "Nevíme, kdo je varoval, ale vyklidili to tam skoro dokonale."
"Nechápu, proč za nimi nemůžeme do Kyōta," zavrčel Takahashi.
"Protože utekli a schovali se pod ochranu jejich hlavního stanu. A i kdybychom se opravdu chtěli pomstít, takhle šanci na výhru nemáme… Ne po tom, co nás tak zdecimovali," vysvětlil Naramijou. Takahashi se chtěl dál hádat, ale Toki ho zastavil.

Memories: 5

25. december 2013 at 21:26 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Memories
"Tomo-nii! Tomo-nii!" bylo slyšet něčí křik. Potom do domu vběhl původce toho hluku - asi šestileté děvčátko. "Tomo-nii!" doběhla holčička ke svému bratrovi a tahala ho, dokud se jí nezačal věnovat.
"Co je, Chie?" zeptal se odevzdaně a křik konečně utichl.
"Venku… Tam venku… Tam někdo je."
"Kdo tam je?"
"Nevím."
"Chie, vidíš, že máme práci… Za chvíli se jde spát a do té doby musíme obchod dát do pořádku, abychom zase mohli brzy otevřít," vysvětlil její bratr trpělivě a dál se věnoval úklidu v kuchyni. Potom si ale všiml, že sestřička začíná natahovat, tak si k ní dřepl.
"Půjdu se teda podívat, dobře?" zeptal se konejšivě a děvčátko přikývlo a hned ho vedlo ven. Otevřela dveře a ukázala prstem. To ani dělat nemusela, protože jakmile otevřel dveře, věděl, co holčičku tak vylekalo. Zaklel a rozběhl se přes cestu.

Memories: 4

25. december 2013 at 21:25 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Memories
"Jste si jisti, že to byli lidé z Ookuba klanu?" zeptal se stařec sedící v čele místnosti. Měl na sobě tmavou yukatu a přes ramena měl přehozené černé haori s tištěnými přírodními motivy. Na nose měl posazené černé slepecké brýle. Vedle něj seděla holčička v červeno-žlutém kimonu se stejným vzorkem jako stařešina. Vlasy měla sepnuté do složitého účesu, do něhož byla zakomponována celá sada kanzashi.
"Ano," prohlásil kumichou klanu Kuryuugumi pevně a Naramijou-kashira, sedící kousek za ním, přikývl. Byla to už týden stará záležitost, ale jejich žádost o slyšení byla přijata až teď. Netušil, jestli je Shin ještě naživu, ale věděl moc dobře, že nebude spát klidně, dokud se o něm něco nedozví. Jeho obavy se taky projevovaly na jeho tváři, která nesla patrné známky probdělých nocí a strachu.

Memories: 3

25. december 2013 at 21:24 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Memories
Ozval se zvuk klíčů a Shin sebou opět trhl. Už se ani nepozastavoval nad tím, že ho každé cinknutí kovu o kov děsí. Byl přesvědčen, že pokud dostane strach z takových maličkostí, nezaslouží si být členem yakuzy, nezaslouží si nic jiného, než to utrpení. Klenutou chodbou se ozývaly kroky. Každý z nich se zdál být blízko, ale mohla za to ozvěna, která každý příchod hlásila už na několik metrů dopředu. Byl tam už ale natolik dlouho, že věděl přesný počet kroků, který je třeba, aby se od vstupu do podzemí dotyčný dostal k jeho cele: dvacet osm, už zbývalo jenom šest…

Beneath the Surface: 5

25. december 2013 at 21:24 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Beneath the Surface
I don't think I could separate from you, if you were there to hear me say my 'goodbyes'.
I'm sorry.
H.

Beneath the Surface: 4

25. december 2013 at 21:22 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Beneath the Surface
"I think I know what spell Lucius used," Tom said, when they were sitting at breakfast table and Hadrian has yet to arrive. Both Narcissa and Draco looked up startled.
"Does it mean Hadrian has to return?" Draco asked, sadness in his voice.
"Draco, Hadrian doesn't belong to Lucius' body. I'm sure he'd like to go out and enjoy some time, but with Lucius being who he is, I don't think many people would be willing to spend time in his company. And that is only one of many things, I'm pretty sure this exchange is straining his magic, as it resides in body where it shouldn't. Am I right, Tom?"
"Quite, Narcissa. I'm sure Hadrian would like to return to his own body as well."
"Well, I don't," Draco proclaimed, sulking. "I know he is glad he's here with us. He can at least drop all pretences."
"What do you mean?" Tom looked at him questioningly.
"Hadrian mentioned he's... tired of pretending to be someone he's not. Not being in his body, he has a chance to do just that."
"That's true, Tom," Narcissa said. "And I think he enjoys our company enough to want to stay with us. Can we put it on hold at least until the end of winter break? Does the spell have some duration or does it have to be cancelled?"
"It has to be cancelled, and both of them have to be present, which means we have to find Lucius to do that," he said and noted the look that passed both of their faces. He sighed, because he knew why they looked on verge of tears: sending Hadrian back to his body meant the return of Lucius to their lives. How he hated that man, alas he couldn't quite get rid of him, as Lucius was one of the most powerful Pureblood Lords, and other Purebloods followed him. If he killed him, they would turn against him; oh, he knew perfectly well his followers were loyal only because their 'leader' was. However, if Lucius died on a mission they would surely stand and gladly take his place. That's why he always sent Lucius on what seemed suicidal missions... However the man subconsciously failed time after time. Tom hoped his current mission kept him occupied enough to stay away from his two protégés - Narcissa, who he thought as of little sister, and Draco, who was as good as his nephew.

"Good morning," they heard a voice from a doorway and turned to see Hadrian. Tom frowned as he looked sickly pale - Lucius' complexion was always fair, but never to this degree. The man looked tired as though he haven't slept properly in months.
"Hadrian," Draco smiled at him.
"Did something happen?" Hadrian looked them over as he sat at the table.

"Tom said he... found a way to return you to your body," Draco eyed him, as if pleading him to let Hadrian stay.
"I... see," Hadrian sighed, and Tom noticed a poorly hidden disappointment and sadness in his eyes.
"I take it you don't like the idea," he said, and saw Hadrian's head shot up and looked at him startled. Tom then noted, to his utter confusion, the man's eyes tearing up as he looked at him in what could be only silent pledge.
"I... don't know," Hadrian said at last. "I want my body back, but I don't... I want to stay, but I don't want to return there... Sorry, I don't make sense," the man sighed cheerlessly and brought a cup of coffee to his lips.
"Narcissa mentioned you aren't quite happy in your body," Tom started carefully, wanting for some reason to know more about this walking puzzle.
"It cannot be helped."
"What exactly troubles you?" Tom asked, even though he already knew - he wrought Draco of all information concerning Hadrian.
"The sham they've made of my life and expect me to keep it up. I'd like to just stop pretending, but even if I did, there would be no helping me. Believe me, I've already tried to find a way out. But... whether I keep it up or not, I always seem to end the same way," he chuckled mirthlessly.
"Care to elaborate?"
"Let's say there're three men, very simplified and figuratively speaking of course. One of them is you, second is your enemy, third is one that pretends to be your friend while plotting your demise, and as there's nowhere to run from them you can only stay at one or the other's side. Where would you stay? With your enemy, who wants your head and wouldn't hesitate to kill you on sight? Or with your... friend, who might plan your death, but still has some use for you so he keeps you alive until his plans have played out?"

They stared at him in shock. Yes, they knew the situation was simplified, he'd said as much, but they couldn't help but feel there was something not-so-general in his little riddle. Tom frowned, he heard from Draco what Hadrian admitted when he arrived, but they didn't know his situation was so dire, and thanks to Legillimency Tom could feel no lies about Hadrian's statement.

"Isn't there a fourth person?" he asked in the end, keeping up the riddle going as he knew no details.
"No. Even if there was I'm sure your enemy and your friend would consider him only an obstacle and simply got rid of him or made him join them. I cannot risk bringing any fourth person to the equation, either it would get them killed, or they would betray."
"Is there no way to help you?" Tom asked feeling increasingly concerned for the young man.
"No."
"You can stay!" Draco cried and sitting in Hadrian's lap he embraced him.
"I can't, Draco. And when I do return and pick up the pretences, you'll be back on one of their sides too," he sighed sadly and run his hand through Draco's soft hair.
"I won't!"
"You will. I like you too much to allow you go against them, and for that reason I won't tell you who I am so you couldn't seek me out. Though I'm not really sure you'd like to if you knew..." he added quietly.
"Hadrian," Tom said in serious tone. He wanted to help this man, even if he himself wasn't concerned about him, Hadrian meant much to Draco and Narcissa and that is after they spent only a single day in his presence. No wonder the man had no friends, if there was someone willing, Hadrian wouldn't risk it. "You know who I am."
"I do," the man averting his eyes, his expression going from sadness to despair.
"I'm sure you are aware I'm the most powerful Dark Lord who has ever been - and that is claim I haven't made myself, so there is a truth in there. I'm sure I could protect you," he said and he himself found it strange he wanted to protect this enigma.
"You can't, I'm sorry."
"I hope you didn't just instigate I'm not powerful enough," Tom narrowed his eyes.
"I wouldn't dare," Hadrian chuckled bitterly. "No; Tom, Narcissa, Draco... all of you are part of the equation, all of you are one those three men, and I assure you are not the one who is me."
"So when you return to your body, you'll become our enemy?"
"Why do you think you're the enemy?"
"Hadrian, no matter how optimistic or in denial you are, both of the other men are enemy."
"Yes, they are," Hadrian sighed and looked away from them.
"Pity the two men aren't 'Light Wizards' and 'Dark Wizards' respectively. It would simplify matters greatly," Tom sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Hadrian, I'm the leader of the Dark Side and I assure you I don't plot your demise nor would anyone dare to disobey me, which would leave you with one safe side for you," he smiled.
"I hope it would be that easy."
"So do I. Would you want to talk about it more in detail? We could stay by your side, maybe not publicly but you would know. We're Slytherins, I'm sure we all know how to keep secrets hidden well."
"I'm not sure you'd appreciate me, the me who I need to be..."
"Do we know you? I mean, when you are in your own body?" Tom continued his investigation.
"The only person I've never met in person before is Narcissa. So yes, you know me."
"And do we know the real you?"
"You know the real me now, and aside my familiar, you're the only ones who do. Even my other two friends don't know that much."
"Two friends, I assume you mean two friends who do not pretend to be ones..."
"Yes. One of them is more like my little sister than a friend, and I wouldn't dare to tell her things that would get her into troubles - she can be rash sometimes. The other takes things as they come and doesn't care, she would probably welcome even an Armageddon as an interesting way to spend the evening only because no-one has ever seen that. Maybe that's why I like her..."
"A little sister and a girl that doesn't take things in all seriousness. I hoped you had at least one confidant in them."
"If it helps you, you are the only ones who know... I can't voice it normally, someone could overhear..."
"No, Hadrian, I doesn't help us. We are concerned about you, so don't make it sound as if it's nothing."
"I'm sorry, force of a habit..."
"Stop it," they heard a whimper from Hadrian's lap and they all looked to tear-stained face of Draco. "Stop talking about it, I don't want you to leave... ever..."

Hadrian sighed and embraced the boy, and ran his hand in soothing circles across Draco's back.
"Draco, you know I eventually will leave."
"Then keep in touch! At least via mail! I need to know you're alright!"
"My post is monitored," he sighed. "As is my every move."
"Are you a prisoner?" Draco turned his wide eyes on him.
"It would seem so," Hadrian chuckled, then he turned to Tom. "Would you teach me the counter-spell? I'd like to stay for few day, if Narcissa allows it, but then I'll have to find Lucius Malfoy... and hope he won't have messed my life too much by then..."
"I can perform it for you," Tom eyed him warily.
"I'd prefer you didn't, it's less painful if you don't know who I am," Hadrian said and Tom noticed that his eyes seemed even duller than before. From what he could see, Hadrian wanted to stay with them, wanted to stay friends, but in reality they were on different sides of the unknown conflict. They probably hated him, he thought. He could see why it would be easier for the man if they didn't know. This way he could stay just 'Hadrian', their friend...
"Is Hadrian you real name?"
"It is."
"You said we know you, but I'm sure I don't know anyone by that name," Tom frowned.
"If I told you my full name, I'm sure you would think otherwise. But I didn't think you'd know me as Hadrian. Like you, I have other name that I'm known by."
"You don't like your name?" Tom asked surprised at the way he spat the word 'name' as if it was something rotten. Sure, he didn't like his own name, but it was because it reminded him of his father who abandoned his mother.
"I hate my name, it's a curse," Hadrian said coldly, his eyes darkening.

They stared at him again. A name that is a curse, a persona that is not real, a freedom that is only a pretence for the sake of sanity...

***

"I want to help him," he sighed, as he replied Narcissa's questioning glances. "But he himself said it's impossible. If he could at least talk to talk to us, not in riddles... But whenever I try, he closes up and becomes distant. Do you think I hurt him? He did say we met in person and I'm pretty sure he's not one of my followers..."
"I don't know if you hurt him, but it's not the thing that troubles him."
"How do you know?"
"Call it a woman instinct," she smirked.
"Then what your woman instinct surmised?"
"You are on the opposing sides..."
"I don't need a woman instinct for that," he growled.
"... but he cares for you too much," she huffed, ending her statement.
"What do you mean?" he asked carefully. Surely she didn't insinuate Hadrian fancied him?
"Oh, Tom, one would have to be blind not to notice how he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking."
"I know how he looks at me..." he said quietly.
"You do?" Narcissa looked at him startled, a hope glimmering in her eyes.
"Of course, I'm not blind. But whenever he looks at me I can almost feel like he hurts. I want to protect him... It's strange, and it never happened before... I mostly don't care for others, you and Draco being for some reason an exception, but you know that as well as you know I'm not a nice person. But with him... it... scares me..."
"Oh, Tom..." she smiled and sat next to him, bringing him into her embrace. She knew that she was the only person allowed - not even Draco he would tolerate.

Tom allowed himself to relax. How could Narcissa calm him down so easily, she was like his mother or an older sister, the only disturbing thing being that she was younger than him. Speaking of 'younger' he was pretty sure Hadrian was younger than him too. But he couldn't pinpoint his age, the second Hadrian shared his thoughts he knew he would not be able to; the man could be anything from teenager to... well, ancient, but he could feel some sixth sense telling him he was younger. Ah, now this sense was strange as well, as it seemed to be primarily preoccupied with Hadrian. He himself could tell he cared for the man, more than he should for a friend...

"I think you should talk with him," Narcissa said.
"I don't think it's a good idea. I can't see him hurt, as strange as it sounds..."
"If you tell him what you feel, I'm sure he'll feel better."
"What do I feel, that's the question. I don't know how I feel about him. I've known him for a mere week, obviously I knew of him before, somehow, but now... When I saw him interacting with you, him easily merging into your family of two... I saw him as a friend and it wasn't hard, he's nice... too nice... He makes me feel like I need to protect him, though I'm pretty sure he's not helpless... I don't understand it," he sighed but Narcissa chuckled. "What is so funny?"
"Oh Tom, you describe love like you've pulled a study session in my muggle-books collection," she laughed quietly.
"Love, you say. I admit I care for him, but it's hard not to..."
"Tom, dear, the single fact you don't feel opposed to it, is as good as admitting it in your case."
"You really think so..." he wondered. "How can I... love him, when I don't even know who he is?"
"Oh, you do know. You've met before and you didn't feel anything. But now you know him, the him under all his masks, maybe that triggered your reaction? Now that you mention it, I have a theory... and it just might help us narrow down the possibilities of his identity. Assuming my theory is right - and I think it is - did he mention during your conversation if you two met each other recently?"
"He might've slipped something. He was curious why I didn't look like I had when I was reborn."
"So basically he saw you after you were reborn, the first time you appeared in public was just after... the battle at the Ministry, which is two years back."
"Almost two years, yes," Tom nodded.
"And you didn't feel anything strange in any of your public appearances?"
"No, you know that it mostly were raids. And seeing he still lives only means that he wasn't a victim, so no small raids to Phoenixes," he said.
"Well then, I think I know how to find him," she said and paled a little.
"Narcissa?"
"He's younger than you."
"I can feel that," he nodded and continued to look at her questioningly.
"I would assume you could," she smiled mysteriously.
"I would appreciate some explanation. You're talking in riddles."
"Say, Tom, do you believe in love at first sight?"
"No. Women seem to believe it, though..." he added quickly as Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him.
"It's a magical phenomena, quite rare at that," she said and he eyed her suspiciously. "Don't look at me like that. It never occurred to you it could be real so you didn't look it up, but I grew up as a romantic soul so of course I had dreams of something like that."
"How is it magical occurrence, when even muggles know of it?"
"Oh, it is us - wizards - who took to using the idiom in this case. But before I explain further I want you to look at one memory and tell me what you saw," she said and looked him eyes to eyes. Tom took the hint and gently prodded her mind, letting her guide him to the memory she mentioned.

Narcissa, Draco and Hadrian were sitting in the lounge, when suddenly flames in a hearth of the fireplace came to life.

Hadrian's head snapped in fear, and then he could see himself entering through the fire, and he finally recognized the day he arrived at the Malfoy Manor. His eyes quickly found Hadrian back as he heard almost non-perceptible gasp from him.

The man's eyes darkened in desire and pure yearning, and he could see it took all the man's efforts not to follow his urges through. Then he could feel - Narcissa's perception in the memory - as the atmosphere cooled down and he could see Hadrian emerging from a haze, only to see his eyes cloud in pain and sadness - the expression he now wore anytime he was in his presence.

"So?"
"He seemed in pain, just as he does now when around me," he sighed.
"I meant before he closed up, don't tell me you didn't see that."
"If, and I said if, I believed in love at first sight, I'd say it occurred to him," he admitted.
"I think it did, and were he in his body - a complete existence: mind, body and soul - you would be able to feel it too."
"What do you mean?"
"Tom, the love at first sight is a term we use in rare cases during certain partial bonding. It is rare because its requirement is a rare occurrence in itself."
"You can skip the dramatic pause and enlighten me finally."
"Soulmates, Tom."
"What?"
"You heard right, that's why it's rare."
"I don't have a soulmate."
"And I happen to disagree."
"This is too far-fetched, Narcissa," he said.
"Do you think so?"
"... no," he sighed.

Soulmates, two halves of one soul in two separate bodies, destined to be together. Too little of them happened to find each other, were there never any murders or accidental death in the world, the two parts of the soul would always find each other - Utopia; but with one forced to move on earlier the circle is disturbed, and it only rarely occurs that the two halves of the same soul live at the same place and same time.

"Soulmates," he whispered. "I want to be with him," he admitted. He wanted to be always by his side, to care, to protect... to love.
"You can."
"He won't allow it. I won't allow it, he hurts when I'm near."
"Tom, just prove it to him that you'll stay by his side no matter what. What pains him is... the two of you are at the opposite side of this conflict of his, you probably didn't have any warm feelings towards him, when he was in his body. And he thinks... when he returns, you'll be back to hating him. He hurts because he thinks you will never want to be near him."
"That's not true!"
"And I know it, but he doesn't," she smiled sadly.

"MUM!" they heard Draco's cry to the saloon they were sitting, and they both quickly stood to go find the boy. But Draco barged in within the next second and he looked at them in tears.

"Hadrian... he... he's gone!"

Beneath the Surface: 3

25. december 2013 at 21:21 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Beneath the Surface
Lucius opened his eyes, his body numb from all the potions he ingested... well, he made Potter ingest... Knowing the pain relievers worked well, he decided to get up, before 'his' absence is noticed at Hogwarts. He shot a wary eyes at the other figure in the room, only to relax. His own body lay there, slumbering deeply... Exactly following his plan.

The spell was easy... at least for the owner of a Library as great as his was, almost full of Dark Arts. A simple soul exchange... With his body, well, the body of Harry Potter being under his direct control, he could get practically anywhere in Hogwarts without being questioned or being suspicious... He could get an appointment with Dumbledore, when he'd have an opportunity to incapacitate him; then flooing back to Malfoy Manor, and: the mission complete... Who'd think it would be this easy...

He pulled Potter's wand from inside pocket in his robes and bound his body - with Potter currently residing in it - to the walls, silencing it in the process. It would not do to have his body roam freely, much worse: with Potter in charge of it.

***

There was no pain. Weird...

Looking around he recognized the place, and shivered in memory of hours of torture under Malfoy Sr.'s wand. Then he remembered Malfoy feeding him some potions, which made his pain go away and finally the sleeping draught... Just what the hell was going on?

He tried to move, only to find he was bound. He mustered all his inner magic and pressed against his bindings, which quickly fell down to the ground. Now the only thing remaining was to get out of here unnoticed, the rest of the way back to Hogwarts was pretty easy. Not that he wanted to return to Hogwarts, but where else to go? Privet Drive would be last place he'd even consider; Burrow was out of question, as most of Weasleys shunned him even before he was outed to Ron; and Grimmauld Place was under Dumbledore's supervision, even if he went there the damn Headmaster would force him back to the school before an hour would have passed.

He found his way from the dungeons pretty quickly, considering that he's never been there before, as during his previous travel through the dungeons he was unconscious. He stepped into a grand foyer and stood there frozen in awe for a while, until he gathered his wits back around him.

"L-Lucius?" he heard a faint voice with an unmistakable fear ringing in it.

He spun around to face Narcissa Malfoy. She was scared - wonder what could've scared her so much - which was probably the only reason she wasn't cursing him to the afterlife right now.

"Please forgive me, I'll do anything," she whimpered as she neared to him, her eyes literally pleading him not to hurt her. Just what happened to that woman? And why would he have to forgive her? She's done nothing to him, apart from not killing him on sight... He must have spaced off, because now that he noticed smaller details, he could see her eyes were red and streaks of dried tears marred her cheeks. He didn't know what to do with crying women, so he thought she just sought some comfort - him being the closest person alive (aside from house-elves) made him her target. Oh, well... As long she didn't bring him to Tom, he would comfort her. And he did.

Narcissa froze when he embraced her gently, then slowly relaxed and started crying in relief - judging by the faint chuckles. He only hoped his little help would be enough for her not to call her Lord, or worse: Lucius Malfoy. With Voldemort he could be certain he'd kill him on sight, Lucius Malfoy however would torture him to insanity, that he was sure of.

"Thank Merlin," he heard her whisper into his clothes. "I don't know what happened, or who you are, but thank you for not being him."

Huh? What was she talking about? How could she not know who he was? Though he never met her before in person, he was pretty sure that Daily Prophet covered his 'case' almost daily, photos included.

"Him?" he wondered aloud. There was something simply wrong, but he had no idea what...
"My husband," she whispered.
"Why would I be your husband?" he asked even more perplexed. Was he going crazy?

Narcissa looked at him surprised for a while but then she just smiled gently and conjured a... mirror? He looked at the object and almost fainted as he was welcomed by his reflection... Or should he say 'by reflection of Lucius Malfoy'? It was confirmed: he is crazy!

"How?"
"I don't know how, but I don't care. I'm only glad you're not him," she still smiled at him and lead him somewhere else in the mansion. "Draco - my son - will be arriving shortly, and so should Tom, he will be pleased, they both will."
"Tom?"
"Ah, he's Tom only to family and friends. You'd know him as Lord Voldemort."

Shit!

His body went on on auto-pilot, as his mind shut down at that revelation.

***

He was trembling, he could tell, as he neared a public floo that would take him home - to Malfoy Manor. He was scared and he could do nothing about it. His mission failed, he failed. Oh, he didn't worry about his Lord's reaction, that wasn't the problem. The problem was in his father who would consider it disgrace to Malfoy name and thus disgrace to himself. He'd rather slave for Weasleys than to inform his father of a failure...

With a deep breath he prepared himself for all kinds of torture - not that one could ever be prepared for something Lucius Malfoy would do to you - and stepped into the green flames announcing his destination.

He exited in foyer, and quickly an elf appeared to take his luggage. Draco then headed for his father's study, it would get only worse if he delayed or even withheld his information. This way he could get this out of way, recover and maybe spent few days in relative peace.

Despite determination his steps towards his father's office were hesitant at best, his thoughts kept at anything but the conversation and its aftermath. However he didn't get much far as he encountered a scene that had him stand frozen and stare at the sight as it unfolded just before his very eyes. His mum was sitting in the lounge, calmly sipping her tea and having a relaxed conversation with... his Father? Just what in Merlin's name happened? Just as startling as his mum's comfortable disposition, was his Father's somehow relaxed attitude. In fact, were he not so much shocked, he might've noticed Lucius being quite nervous and insecure.

"Father," he inclined his head hesitantly, addressing him as first. "Mother," he looked at her curiously and with no little amount of concern. Has he hexed her?
"Draco," she smiled at him gently, none of her Pureblood masks in place as she would've normally done when in presence of Lucius. "Come sit with us."

And he did, he sat noticeably as far from Lucius as possible without it being considered impolite and looked from one of his parents to the other uncertainly.

"As I'm not sure you've met before, let me do the introductions," his mum said, and he stared at her confused. What? There were only three of them in the room, what introductions? "This, as I'm sure you've already surmised, is my son Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Hadrian."
"Mother?" What's going on? Has she gone crazy? Or has he?

"We're not sure how it happened, or at least Hadrian didn't go into details, but he seems to have switched bodies with Lucius. We don't know where he went or what his intentions were, for it was his idea, but Lucius disappeared from the Manor. I'm sure you're as glad as I am," she smiled. "Sorry, Hadrian, I know it's more than a simple inconvenience for you, but to us it's a real Christmas gift."
"Please don't worry Mrs. Malfoy. I may not be exactly thrilled to have ended in this body, but you can be sure I'm glad I'm not in mine," he smiled slightly.
"Oh? How come?"
"One has to keep appearances, a thing I'm sure you're familiar with. Not being in my own body means freedom for me, however small it might be due to the body I happen to inhabit now..."
"Keep appearances... Is it that harsh for you?"
"I've grown used to it, I've had to or I'd go crazy or be dead. The problem is I'm not free of it no matter when or where, it's... tiresome... to keep my masks up all the time, to have to act exactly opposite I'd like to, to have to appear to believe in things I don't..."
"Don't you have any confidants or friends?" she asked concernedly, and both she and Draco frowned, when it elicited a small bitter laugh from him.
"I'd thought I had... But not too long ago I've shared a little piece of me with them... which unfortunately left me with... Ah, doesn't matter anymore anyway... Let's leave it at the fact that the person they see me as cannot even have his own preference, or think differently than them. Luckily there are two or three people who stayed at my side so it wasn't that hard, I guess..."
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bring up something painful..."

Draco just stared at the stranger in his Father's body and felt himself being increasingly more comfortable in his presence. He wanted to know him better, whether or not he returned to his own body Draco wanted to be his friend.

Just as he was about to ask to know more about him, they heard the fireplace flare in green flames as the Floo network activated.

***

This all was so very strange. Holding a pleasant conversation with Lady Malfoy, who without her masks was a very nice woman. Even Malfoy... Draco was quite nice when not insulting him. It's been so very long since he felt this relaxed when in someone's presence.

At the sound of the Floo network he abruptly turned, hoping against all hope it wasn't Malfoy Sr. in his body coming back. It would be a disaster, and judging from his companions' behaviour, not only for him.

But the person who exited the fire made his thoughts stop dead. Even if he knew from Narcissa he'd come, he's conveniently forgotten. And now he was here, his prophesied arch enemy, only... he wasn't quite the Voldemort he's thought he knew. The man, yes a man not a monster-looking creature, was... handsome, more than that... Gorgeous. He stood there, tall with a strong build, his nicely tanned skin and dark hair were giving him somehow mysterious and Dark feel, which his red eyes complemented greatly. His presence was imposing and powerful, but still felt so nice and warm... well, until the man noticed him. In that moment he found himself at the receiving end of cold and disdainful gaze, and felt his insides curl painfully; he didn't want the man to hate him, he wanted to... Huh? He wanted what? Be friends with the Dark Lord? No way...

He stopped his thoughts before they could get the best of him and think too far ahead into some unrealistic fantasy with this gorgeous dark man. He lowered his head to hide the hurt in his eyes. However as Lucius had no fringe as he was used to, he wasn't quite successful in hiding his expression.

***

Narcissa noticed the change in the air as Tom glared at her supposed husband, and also was very aware of the hurtful look that Hadrian's eyes subsequently adopted. Oh, she knew the look Hadrian was giving Tom when the man first emerged from the Floo network, and she felt herself smirking. And not for the first time she wondered who Hadrian was.

His manners and behaviour were polite and well-behaved, though she knew he was still quite young. He shared his name with her, Hadrian, though he didn't give his surname and she knew at that moment that he must be recognizable by his full name. Only... she didn't know anyone going by the name Hadrian, though he assured her it is his real name. Later during their conversation as Draco arrived his confession startled and worried her as she was starting to think of him as a friend, and she knew he was quite lonely and depressed and she wanted to help him. Then Tom appeared and she felt his gaze turn from fearful in anticipation to startled... and so very much in love on first sight. She smiled because she knew how to make him feel better. Hopefully Tom would feel the same, as Hadrian no matter who he was in reality was a very nice and likeable person, if a tad bit dark, but that was due to his circumstances. The only thing left for now was to wipe that glaring look from Tom's face, it surely didn't do any good to Hadrian, and in fact wasn't directed at him but at Lucius.

"Tom, I'm glad you're here," she smiled gently and noticed his surprised look. She never let her mask slip when around Lucius.
"Narcissa," he inclined his head unsurely, his eyes questioning her to explain her behaviour.
"May I introduce you to Hadrian," she gestured to the man inhabiting her husband's body. "Hadrian, this is Tom. I know you're aware of his other names as we spoke about it before, but I'm sure he won't mind you calling him Tom."
"Nice to meet you Hadrian," the Dark Lord held out his hand, looking more and more perplexed.
"Very nice indeed," he said quietly, taking his hand.

Narcissa almost laughed when Hadrian blushed, then suddenly she couldn't hold the mirth in any longer.

"I'm sorry," she excused herself, still chuckling trying to control it. "It's just the first time I've seen a blush on Lucius' face."
"Care to explain?" Tom asked sitting himself in an armchair.
"Lucius did something, we're not quite sure what, which caused him and Hadrian switch bodies, then he disappeared."

"Ah..." Tom nodded satisfied and curious at once. "While his actions are confusing, it certainly does explain this relaxed atmosphere," he nodded. Then he looked at Hadrian as if he was an interesting puzzle. She smiled, maybe it won't be that hard to make him see Hadrian under the surface of Lucius. More so, she knew he was very observant and clever, and surely he noticed the blush that was still faintly visible on Hadrian.

Beneath the Surface: 2

25. december 2013 at 21:14 | A.Quest |  Beneath the Surface
He was sitting on the shore of a Black Lake; for it was the only place he could find any peace and quiet. The reason was simple, it was cold outside, so no students were anywhere near. Well, they wouldn't be in school soon too. The Christmas Holiday was starting shortly, namely tomorrow and so the Hogwarts' population would be leaving the castle this evening.

He shivered even with several layers of clothes on. It was winter, it was quite obvious it's not the best time to sit in the snow for hours, but he really didn't want to spend his time in dorms, as everyone would be there packing at the moment.

He stood up with a sigh; perhaps a little walk would warm him a bit... And then his world went black.

***

He took another Pain Reliever, but it still didn't stop the shaking. Pathetic. It was few days already, but he still could feel after-effects of the many rounds of Cruciatus Curse. Why did his Lord demand Dumbledore, though? Surely he could get rid of him easily enough... No matter, it was his task...

He decided to venture to Hogwarts to meet up with his son, perhaps he could manage to get Dumbledore's intended whereabouts during the break. With that he put on a heavy cloak a apparated to the gates of the school.

Striding slowly, not that he could appreciate beauty of the snow-covered site, he made his way through the premises, only to stop abruptly. He could've laughed at his luck, but he quickly calmed down. To get his prey, he'll need the element of surprise... He crept quietly, his footsteps silenced with a simple spell. Drawing his wand he quickly aimed, and shot a non-verbal Stupefy at his target.

Now the Dark Lord shouldn't have any complaints, right? He was to get Dumbledore, but he would be forgiven if he brought Harry Potter instead. Though... Maybe he'll have some fun first... Lately there were only few muggles to torture, and honestly.... without magic they couldn't endure much... now a wizard as powerful as Harry Potter... yes, he decided, he'll have a fun at Christmas.

He quickly apparated straight to the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, keeping a strong hold of an unconscious body.

Draco wouldn't arrive until eight o'clock, which gave him over six hours to enjoy his newest company. Should he start with magic, or with muggle means of torture...

"Let's wake him first," he mumbled, pointed his wand at Harry and shot out the red light of Cruciatus.

The boy woke up with a scream.

"If you are wondering where you are, let me welcome you to the dungeons of Malfoy Manor," Lucius intoned.

"Mal-AAAARGH!" he screamed again as Lucius finally decided to go with magical means first.

***


"Now of all times... Of course he would call when I finally get into trance, from all that blood and screams... I must've done something terrible in my past life to not deserve even one undisturbed evening with my prey..." he grumbled to himself while striding quickly to the hall, where the Dark Lord usually held his meetings.


He entered through a heavy wooden door, to notice that the room was empty... apart from the Dark Lord sitting in his throne, that is...

"My Lord," he intoned respectfully, or at least he thought he schooled his voice perfectly, as he kneeled before the dark wizard and lowered himself to kiss the hem of the wizard's robes...
"Lucius," the man hissed in acknowledgement. "From the fact that you've yet to report the death of my enemy I assume your mission still is unfulfilled."
"Yes, M'Lord," Lucius said warily. He'd been punished for his failure only few days ago. Curiously enough, the Dark Lord didn't seem that disappointed now... What happened?
"Good. I need him alive. It's been brought to my attention that he may possess the key to our secrets, perhaps a spy in our ranks... From now on, you're excused from all our meetings and all your other tasks - they will be delegated to others. Your first and foremost goal is to bring the old man to me, I expect him in my dungeons by the end of January at the latest..."
"Yes, M'Lord," he nodded, knowing better than not to. He may be a sadistic bastard, but he'd rather inflict the pain than to be at the receiving end of the Dark Lord's anger. Judging by his words, it was most important to get Dumbledore, and the failure wouldn't be tolerated. And it wouldn't end by only multiple Crucio's.

He withdrew from hi Lord's presence to venture back to his own home. He had only little over a month to get the Headmaster, he needed a plan, and a good one at that... Perhaps a little bout of torture would clear his mind...

He stopped when he saw his wife walking down the stairs.

"Lucius," she said. "I didn't expect you home this early..."
"What? Did I interrupt some little get-together with your lover?"
"What are you talking about? I don't have any lovers!"
"Don't use that tone with me, you little bitch," he quickly closed in on her, grabbing her by her chin roughly. "I know exactly what you do behind my back."
"I don't understand..."
"Oh, I'm sure you do. Do not embarrass me, or you'll come to regret that dearly."
"Lucius! You're being cruel! That's not how it is!"
"Do you think me stupid?" he growled dangerously.
"What are you talking about? There are no others-" she didn't finish, for he backhanded her.
"L-Lucius?" she whispered fearfully from the ground, where she fell by the force of the strike, holding her palm over the abused cheek.
"Get lost. I don't want to see you tonight. Do not try my patience."

She picked herself up quickly, her eyes wide with fear begun to tear up. Then she fled the room.

With a sigh he continued to the dungeons. Honestly, did that stupid bitch think he didn't know? She hasn't come to his bed for many years now, yes he had many lovers, but that didn't excuse his wife from attending her husband's needs.

But back to forming a plan. From what he heard at Hogwarts that day the damn man wouldn't leave the castle until April, unless there was some emergency. Last week they raided a safe-house belonging to his beloved Order, killing all of its inhabitants... and still, Dumbledore hasn't considered that an emergency. To put it simply, there was no way to lure him outside... Which left him with only one option, he'd need to sneak in. The most perfect way would be as a student - his son. The only problem being the Polyjuice Potion lasted only an hour... He'd need to use it regularly... Well, to be perfectly honest, there was another problem... His son, being a Slytherin he was, wouldn't be trusted enough, to get Dumbledore off guard. If only he could use a...

He laughed. Yes, today was his lucky day, no matter how you looked at it. He of course HAD a perfect way to sneak up on the Headmaster. He'll just have to come up with a solution to his Polyjuice-problem. It would be impossible to maintain his appearance, as somebody would notice, not to mention that brewing the damn potion would take a month!

***

"Drink this, Potter!" he snapped, as the damn brat continued to keep his lips pressed tightly together, refusing the potion.
"Imperio!"


Finally, he fed the brat blood replenishers, pain relievers and healing potions. No way he'd be inhabiting that body only to find pain waiting there for him. Then he fed the lion a very mild sleeping draught, while he himself ingested a very powerful and long-lasting one.

Fanfiction [slash]

25. december 2013 at 21:13 | A.Quest
"A name that is a curse, a persona that is not real, a freedom that is only a pretense for the sake of sanity..."
Pairing: Tom/Harry
A/N:Just another story from my cliche list I always wanted to write. This one turned out fluffy, sometimes mushy... Well, you get the idea...




Oh, it wouldn't take a genius to find out what's happened: some idiot had let his potion explode... But something has changed, a very significant something...
Pairing: Severus/Harry
A/N: Yeah, I'm guilty of writing a story that starts with a potion accident; sue me... \(>w<)/



Unnamed [dxs]
Ah well, another of my anti-Dumbledore's-Light campaigns you could say. The fic is little off thanks to the fact that it takes part completely off the Hogwarts grounds, Harry Potter is NOT the BWL, and while not having an OC it has an OC-like feel at the begining. (Disregarding any and all prohecies, horcruxes, hallows...)
Pairing: Tom/Harry, Severus/Lucius, others


Unnamed [sm]
After a failed bonding Tom and Severus are left with only a little hope; only to be ripped apart by the events of the fateful Halloween of 1981. After the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament they are finally reunited, but Severus is left in doubt; his soulmate got his body back, but his mind was even more shattered than before he'd disappeared. Then comes another Halloween that will prove to be as fateful as the one that separated them for thirteen years...
Pairing: Tom/Severus/Harry; yes, a triad


They took his family, his home and his childhood away from him. When they took his happiness Harry decided that the Dark Side might not be so bad. But before he could cross the bridge they took away his freedom as well. And after long months of imprisonment by the Light Side, he finally lost the last hope that held him together during that hopeless time... With his emotions dead and knowing his time is ending he gains a gift, just as his mother had when she was about to die.
Pairing: Harry/Severus, eventually
A/N: please note that this story is rated MA for its dark nature and disturbing themes (allusion to torture, rape and miscarriage) that appear in the first few chapters...

Fiction

25. december 2013 at 21:10 | A.Quest
Před patnácti lety byl klan Haki vyhuben, nikdo nikdy nezjistil, kdo stál za tím krveprolitím, a pokud to někdo věděl, tak o tom nikdy nepromluvil. Kuryuugumi se nyní dostává do pozice moci a lidé z klanu Ookuba opět chystají protiopatření; tentokrát jim to ale nevyjde tak, jak si to představovali, a k tomu ještě zjistí, že někdo přece jenom ví, co se před patnácti lety stalo...

...

Beneath the Surface: 1

25. december 2013 at 21:05 | anis(TM, DoA) |  Beneath the Surface
November 15th, 1997

Journal Entry:

It's confirmed. The curse of Harry Potter exists... either that or the Fate really hates me... Why anything good that happens to me is always followed by some catastrophe? I've heard many times that life's simply not fair, but surely it doesn't have to be this unfair?!

The school year started normally (as normally as a NEWT student with a murdering maniac breathing at his neck can find it). My two best friends got together, which basically means they shut me out, but I don't mind that much... For one, I wish them all the happiness they could get in this time of a war. For two, since our fourth year, when I had had that spectacular falling out with Ron, I could feel our relationship suffer, we grew apart... well, those two grew so close it's disgusting sometimes...

Anyway, I'm back to school - the Heaven - nobody tried to kill me yet, McGonagall sends her pitying looks, Snape sneers left and right, old man twinkles all around... Cheesy, magical, Hufflepuff-ish, normal... Perfect.

As Ron and Hermione grew close, so did I and Ginny. I always liked her, and as it turned out, she's had a crush on me since the first time she saw me... Merlin, she was only ten back then... I'm pretty sure that it's not normal. Since we shared the interest, we simply decided to go out - nothing special, no spectacular proclamations of love, no cheesy stuff... we just decided and made it so.

And yes, we were happy. But something seemed wrong and I found myself thinking of anything that could fit... and found it. I found why I hated when Cho cried, and found what I didn't like in Ginny. And I was forced to break up with her - she cried a little, then smiled and offered friendship. Strange? I think so too... But I couldn't let our relationship go on, for I really like her, and I couldn't see her suffer were she to fall in love (yes, I knew she wasn't in love with me, nor am I).

Only few minutes after we broke up I was faced by furious Ronald Weasley - no, I suppose we're not friends anymore. Curious how he remembered my existence, whenever he was angry... He spat insults about low-lifes and bastards right into my face and demanded (no, he didn't ask normally) to know why... how was it? Oh... "My sister is perfect, she's smart and Gorgeous (I honestly could hear it capitalized). So what did the great almighty Harry Potter find that unacceptable? Was she not fawning around you enough?"

I told him. And he was furious... not to mention disgusted (judging by his complexion, it going seriously green). I didn't expect him to understand. It took me a month of serious contemplation to realize that, and another month to acknowledge it. Though I surely didn't expect him to babble it out to all my roommates, nor did I expect them to beat me up the second I returned to the dorms (in privacy of our room, mind you... I guess he was too scared to leak that out to the whole school... I still wonder why I haven't found an article in Daily Prophet about it...)

And what was that little secret? The thing that ruined my relationship with Ginny, the thing that made me untouched by tears of a girl I was supposed to be in love with (Cho)?

The thing that made my every dream about family disappear?

I'm gay. Simple as that.

I told Ginny while I apologized. And she said she knew. How? Go ask her, she didn't tell me, only smiled mysteriously... Then she said that she only wanted to try the feel of being in relationship. Curious as it may seem, we really stayed friends... we still are... there are simply too little of people whom I'd consider a friend nowadays...

Ginny and Luna, one chasing after the Snitch, other chasing after Nargles... neither minding my orientation... I feel the need to mention, that both realized my preferences even before me... Then there's Neville, who doesn't care about such things, but still... he'll never take my side, as he'd be outnumbered quickly, which I imagine wouldn't end well for him... And I cannot begrudge him... and still consider him a friend... And then there's... No... There are no others...

With Siri's death, Remus went all Moony - literally, as his inner wolf took charge - and I found myself at the receiving end of the werewolf's hatred, for killing a member of a pack... He doesn't call me 'cub' anymore... he doesn't call me anything... He tries to ignore my existence, I know, but when we are in the same room, I can feel his thirst for blood... my blood... and it hurts.

Then there's Hermione, who doesn't care about anything that concerns me and simply sides with her boyfriend - Ron.

And my roommates... Dean and Seamus... well, they seem to completely agree with Ron...

So yes, I HAD HAD my sweet little piece of happiness at the beginning...

...only to have it turned into a nightmare... honestly, I have enough nightmares as it is... The newest addition being Tom torturing Lucius for failing to bring him Dumbledore's head (from my other 'visions' I recall he got this mission during the summer, as both he and the old codger were pureblood Lords and thus both attended the Lord Summit)... Now... The Lord Summit I could remember too, curiously enough this time I got this dream from the codger's perspective. I once was told, that I could 'see into Voldemort's head' because there's a link between us... which is all nice and well... but it doesn't explain why I have those 'visions' even from others... So far I've encountered perspectives of Tom, Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy and even Xenophilius Lovegood, which was an experience of its own... All of them are people I've already met, and that are connected to me in one way or another...

I wonder if I have some Seer's blood in me...

On a brighter note, witnessing the Lovegood World was something else really... and yes, I've seen Nargles... they DO exist...

Cute little beasts...

I feel I'm rambling too much; I'm tired, so I guess it's time to finish that entry...

Cliché List

25. december 2013 at 18:52 | anis(TM)

a.k.a. My List of Harry-Potter-Cliche Fanfiction Stories I Read At Some Point And Always Wanted To Write My Take On On Them

superpower!genius!Harry
Slytherin!Harry I tend to write Harry Slytherin/slytherin, so it shouldn't even be here xD
dark!Harry Dark Benediction; Piecing Together; Beyond Dark
Severitus - "lived happily ever after"
Severitus - "bad" ending Dark Benediction
potions-accident!fic The Bat and a Brat
creature/part-creature!Harry
DarkLord!Harry
vamp!Harry or vamp!Snape or both
some1ssoulmate!Harry Beneath the Surface
good!Voldemort/bad!Dumbledore this one should be exluded from the list as well... I write that alot ^^"
good!DarkSide nearly all of my newer fics... >.<
Snape-meets-Dursleys!fic The Bat and a Brat
timetravel!fic
brothers!Snape/Harry By Blood By Heart
azkaban!fic/innocent!Harry
letter!fic
animagus!Harry
forced-marriage!fic
Harry-has-a-twin!fic Dark Benediction
James-and-Lily-alive!fic