AN: Please Note; WARNING, this short fic
contains implied SLASH. Rated M/R.
This is a One-shot from Harry's POV. Enjoy.
Blessings. LL
Nimbus; The Crown of My Enemy . . .
Do you suppose that I am the only one?
The only one who sees?
Sure, I've heard what they all say . .
.
"He's a sex god . . . "
"Did you know he can . . . ?"
"Saturday, yeah, at Hogsmeade . . . "
No. I realize that I am not the only one; but . . .
Do they notice the way that you walk into a room and
then suddenly
the space is too small to contain you?
Or is that just me? You know, when we are in the
same room?
The Transfiguration classroom . . .
the simple wave of your wand stills my heart.
Potions . . . even Snape with his fervor of billowing robes
doesn't fit.
The Great Hall . . .
When you stride to your table and step in front of the blazing
fire, its flames are diminished by your power.
Thus my fear.
Do you diminish me? My fire?
Heat escalates within me when you walk by in the Charms
corridor . . .
You sneer at me and then say, "Move it, Potter."
Your shoulder shoves against mine . . .
Did you feel that?
I did. What is this, if not
some form of anguish on my part?
My enemy.
Is that truly who you are?
I only ask because sometimes I see . . .
Unexpected kindness expressed
when you helped Luna after she had a visionary episode . . .
No one else saw.
In Potions, you passed a message
to Justin, unseen by Snape. Justin got the answer to his question right
and Snape was none the wiser of your covert assistance.
No one else saw.
You shared a look with the
headmaster as you made your way to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.
Even then . . . no one else saw.
My breath hitches as you lock
your gaze with me across the infinite space between the Gryffindor and Slytherin
tables.
"You would do well in Slytherin .
. . " That voice rings out through my head as you arch your beautiful
blond brow at me - across the infinite space between us. Your tongue comes
out to lick your lip.
I've heard . . . nah.
My mind comes back to Choice . . .
A tiny little choice. We
make them everyday, every moment. Which way will we turn? What are
the ramifications of our choices?
"Bee in your bonnet, Potter?"
"I was just wondering if you put
me in the right house?"
" . . . I stand by what I said;
you would have done well in Slytherin."
"You're wrong."
All of that happened before I
knew. Choices made without proper insight. I drop my gaze from your
intensely powerful sterling cauldrons and look down to my steak and kidney pie
as memory come flooding back to me . . .
Ron and I were walking under the expanded
invisibility cloak carrying a midnight snack up to the common room to share with
the other Phoenix Angels when the Marauders' Map suddenly began to make strange
changes that we had never seen before on its pages. At this time we had been
using our favorite tool for mischief making for slightly more than three years.
The lines on the map showed a whole new
area of Hogwarts just off of the infamous 3rd floor corridor. Driven by
curiosity, or so we thought, we became distracted from our errand to gather and
deliver food. Yes, even Ron, wanted to go investigate these strange new
changes. Imagine our surprise when we encountered a life size portrait of Godric
Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin in the space previously occupied by the door to
Fluffy's room.
In his surprise, Ron dropped one of the �clairs on the
floor making an incredible mess. Splat sounds combined with his own arrgh
of frustration at being covered with his favorite cream filling filled the
corridor.
"Who goes there?" Godric Gryffindor asked
the �clair.
I was so surprised that I removed the hood
of our cloak with an ear wide grin and arched brow and said in response, "Oh
come on, how clich� can you get, sir?"
Salazar�s grin in response was alarmingly
familiar to me but I became distracted by him turning to his companion and
hissing with amusement, "He is ssssooo correct, Griff."
I turned to Ron to see if he noticed the
same thing that I did only to see by his expression that indeed he did.
How do you suppose that after almost 1000
years, I would find myself face to face with two faces
so close in their appearance to my own? Salazar�s emerald green eyes and grin
were so uncanny that I found myself questioning my maternal family tree again.
That was not the full picture however, because the messy black locks upon
Godric's head in combination with his strong jaw line framed the green eyes and
Salazar grin upon my own face.
Who goes there, indeed.
"I am Harry James Potter," I
answered, "and my companion
is Ronald Bilius Weasley. May I ask why your portrait has been previously unseen
by either of us, sirs? Perhaps you are just another secret of our venerated
Headmaster Dumbledore? We have both been in this corridor before and your
portrait was not here at that time."
"We can only be seen by our own heirs and
anyone accompanying them," answered Godric Gryffindor. "We have only just been moved back to this location
after a 100 year hiatus.
How is it that you can
be our heir? Where do our sangraal lines merge?" Godric Gryffindor asked as he drew his
sword.
"I'm sorry sir," I told him
apologetically, "I cannot give you an
answer to that question." Just as I finished speaking, the magic of
the castle gave me a gift. In midair Godric's sword and Salazar�s dagger
appeared in the air right before my very own eyes.
My next question was directed to Ron. "I
thought we have always been told that Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin, was
everyone right in second year?"
I come back from that whirlwind of memory
and push my food around on my plate. I have no appetite. Perhaps the
sorting hat had been right all along?
What will come of this deep angst that I
feel? Something rises up within me as I try to force the issue down.
You can't feel that way, Potter, I tell myself as I shift my position on the
bench beneath me . . .
Exquisite rising of torturous sensations .
. .
I raise my eyes to see you laughing with
Crabbe. The sound carries across the hall to me. Music to caress my
being. How can this be?
My enemy.
A flash of sunlight comes through the
window behind you as a cloud moves aside to allow illumination . . .
Illumination in the form of your shining
nimbus . . .
My enemy.
Damn, and no one else saw . . . only me
with my hidden angst and passion. I rise and leave the Great Hall.
Expressions of my heated passion must be hidden.
Black and green flames engulf me as I seek
anguished release . . .
Within an impulse of wind your vision
comes to me . . .
Nimbus; the crown of my enemy.
I cry out with longing as physical release
sets me free . . . temporary appeasement.
AN: The flashback is from Chapter Two of
Beauty in Perfection. This was just a very short drabble
that needed to be expressed. The note passed to Justin is just used
here as an act of uncharacteristic behavior from Harry's POV. In my
fic Beauty, Justin is friends with Blaise Zabini. Harry
would not know this at this time. Thanks for reading. Blessings.
LL
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