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Title: Love Bound
Author: Silverwolf
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Death, M/F
Disclaimer: Most of these are not my characters they belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: Harry finds himself bound in a room injured with no memory of who he is.
A/N: This was written about a year ago. I just never posted it here in my LJ.
Harry was injured badly with his body still raw with the magical fire that was given to him by Voldemort. But Harry didn’t know this. He woke up suddenly screaming at the top of his lungs and he had no idea why. He found himself tied down to a bed with a woman putting ointment on his wounds, wounds that hurt like hell.
“What? Where am I?” He asked. But then it dawned on him that he didn’t even know his own name. He looked back up at the woman’s kind eyes and said, “Who am I?”
He looked around the room again and saw that the room was dark and damp. He looked to see a bathroom at the far side of the room. Nothing glamorous about it, it was just as dark as the room he was currently in.
He looked back at the woman and actually saw her this time. She was a pretty little thing with long brown hair and large doe like eyes. She had a fair complexion and was petite with fine bones.
“You don’t know me, Harry, but I’m Megan.” She said kindly then softly added. “I asked to stay with you, to be for you when you woke.”
“So, my name is Harry then.” He stated. “Do you know my last name?”
“I’m sorry but no. They didn’t tell much.” She said with concern. “You have been here for months and your wounds are just not healing well at all. I don’t understand it.”
“They did tell me that you got them through Magic, and I wouldn’t have believed them if I hadn’t seen magic myself, just before they rescued me.” She said with a frown. “Do you remember anything?” She asked.
“No.” Harry said. “Nothing at all.” Harry pulled at his bounds to find them tight.
“I would remove your bonds but they are magically bound to your arms and I can’t remove them. You see I’m a Muggle, not a Witch.” She said with sad eyes putting down the jar of ointment she held in her hands she continued her tale. “There is a war going on and a few months ago you were injured severely. I was told that you were burned to the point that you barely looked human. You were rescued by your friends and was sent here to heal. Even unconscious, you screamed and tried to claw at your body. That was why they had to bind you.”
“Last month I found myself at the mercy of a Death Eater.” She continued. “He chased me down and cornered me.” She looked down at her lap and paused a moment before continuing. “He raped me and then started to curse me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer someone came, killed the Death Eater and brought me here.”
Looking back up at Harry she said. “I started to work here, cleaning here and there, trying to stay out of the way, but I ran across you. I found you alone and in pain. I begged the guard at your door for days to let me in but he wouldn’t. Eventually, he did give in. And I have been here ever since.”
She motioned behind her at the small cot against the wall. “I sleep there.” She said. “I haven’t left you for more than a few moments at a time.”
“Why?” Harry asked. He really wanted to know why she would go through all the effort for someone she didn’t even know.
“Because when I look at you I feel something that I thought was long dead.” She said. Harry looked at her puzzled as he didn’t really understand what she was saying.
Just as he was about to ask, a man walked into the room. He had long dark hair and black eyes.
“I see that you are awake.” He said roughly. “In a few days I will remove your bonds ‘only’ if you show restraint against clawing at your body.” The man swiftly turned his back and walked out of the room.
“Who was that?” Harry asked.
“That would be your guard, Severus Snape. He is a bit rough around the edges, but he did eventually let me in to stay with you so he can’t be all that bad.” She said with a small smile on her face but then frowned for a moment. “I’m sorry he won’t let you loose.”
“What are a few more days after a few months?” Harry stated.
Megan continued to apply soothing ointment to his wounds so gently that Harry fell asleep peacefully for a few hours.
Harry awoke to struggling in the bed next to him. Megan was withering in her sleep apparently having a bad dream. She woke up suddenly from across the room and ran to the bathroom where she quickly threw up. Harry didn’t know what to think about that, but he didn’t feel comfortable enough with Megan to pry.
Two days later, he woke in the morning to find her sitting on the cold floor with her knees drawn up and a glazed look in her eyes. She looked as if she hadn’t slept all night. He wanted to go to her but he was still bound to the bed after proving that he too still had nightmares and still clawed at his body while sleeping.
“Megan.” Harry called out to her. She jolted when she heard him and started to cry. He didn’t know what to think or what to do to help her.
“Megan, what’s wrong?” Harry tried again. After Megan controlled her tears, she got up and stiffly walked up to him and sat down on the chair next to him.
After a while she started to talk. “I, uh.” She started before she visibly shivered and tried again. “I have nightmares. But they really aren’t nightmares.” She said but she knew by the look on Harry’s face that he was still a bit lost. “I have dreams where I watch others be cursed or beaten by Death Eaters. I feel their pain and sometimes my spirit joins their body to see it from their point of view as if I’m the victim.”
Harry saw a tear fall down her cheek as her eyes glazed over again thinking about her last dream. She shivered again and left the room quietly like a zombie, to go to the bathroom for a hot shower.
While she was gone his menacing guard came to him.
“It was decided that during the day you will have your bonds removed, but at night you will be bound again to prevent you from damaging your body an more than it already is, at least until your nightmares cease to haunt you so vividly.” Snape said with a sneer. The man pointed his wand at Harry’s wrists and said a word under his breath. Just then his arms were free and Harry quickly brought them to his chest and rubbed them as they were raw from being bound for so long.
Megan stepped out of the bathroom dressed and looking at Harry with shock.
“Oh my God, Harry, you’re free!” She exclaimed.
“Only during the day though.” Harry said in return. “But at least now I can have a proper bath. Do you think you can help me?” He asked.
Megan came to him and put his arm around her shoulders and heaved him up. Harry was doing rather well considering and slowly they entered the bathroom. Just as Harry thought, the bathroom was rather small with the basic furnishings. Megan started his bath while Harry sat at the edge of the tub. Megan looked at him shyly. He had always been unconscious when she sponge bathed him, but with him being awake before her, she found that she wasn’t so sure she could undress him so easily.
Harry was also feeling a bit shy, but he knew that there was no way he could get undressed without some help.
“I hate to ask, but my arms are too numb. Could you help me undress?” Harry asked looking down turning a deep shade of red.
“Of course, Harry.” Megan reached over and untied his hospital like dressing gown and helped him take it off. She then helped him slide into the tub and grabbed a wash cloth to bathe him.
Harry was so grateful for being in the warm tub that he just leaned his head back and sighed. He wasn’t even aware of Megan bathing him until she grazed a certain part of him that awoke at the touch making Harry gasp.
He looked at Megan with wide eyes to see her avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks were just pink enough for him to see that she noticed his response to her touch. But since she was acting like it didn’t happen, he thought he would too. He willed his slight erection to go down and tried to think of something else.
Once his bath was done, he noticed a pair of pajamas sitting next to the sink and Megan noticed his questioning gaze.
“I’m told that house elves bring them and whatever else we need here. They are the only ones that can apparate in and out of our room.” Megan said as she turned to grab a towel off the towel rack. She toweled Harry dry, helped him get dressed and carefully helped him back to his bed.
As the weeks went on, Harry’s days were always the same. He would get up to Snape removing his bonds and Megan would help him bathe, dress him and send him back to bed. She managed to get Snape to bring books for him to read and continued to apply ointment to his body that was also given to her from Snape, a Potions Master. They would eat together and in the evenings he would once again be bound to the bed.
She was his only companion and he loved her dearly for everything she did for him even though she didn’t even really know anything about him other than his first name. He also saw how upset she was every evening when he had to be bound. They both knew that it was done to keep him from hurting himself, but it was still harsh.
Then one day someone came to him. Her name was Hermione and hugged the life out of him when she saw him. He didn’t recognize her and he saw that it hurt her, but she went on to tell him about Hogwarts, Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Megan sat at the far side of the room listening to everything that was said. Periodically, Harry would look over just to make sure she was still there. She was true to her word and never left him.
He learned from Hermione that the war went on and many have died. Muggles are constantly being attacked and murdered in the streets. The people on the side of ‘light’ did everything they could but until someone kills Voldemort the war will just continue. He was told about the prophecy about Harry being the one that will either kill or be killed by Voldemort. Harry looked down at his body and wondered if he really wanted to meet up with the man that damaged his body so thoroughly. He was still healing from the burn marks and some wounds had just started to scar over.
But as he looked at Megan, he decided that yes, he would try once again to defeat the evil Dark Lord. If only to give Megan the opportunity to walk in the streets without worrying about a Death Eater attacking her as one once did. At that point, he realized that Megan meant more to him than just a friend. She was his other half. And the thought of her leaving him made him panic with fear.
A few nights later he woke up again to Megan’s screams, but this time it seemed that she wouldn’t stop.
“Megan, wake up!” Harry yelled frantically, watching her body arch in pain while screaming at the top of her lungs.
She didn’t respond so he tried again. “Megan!”
Megan jolted awake, flipped the blankets over, lifted her shirt and felt of her stomach. She gasped with pain and then jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up. He heard her start the shower and was in there for a while before she returned to the room in a towel and slid down the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest just outside the bathroom door.
Harry watched with wide eyes and waited for her to speak. Instead she put her head down and started to cry.
“I’ll never get used to seeing them murdered. I’ll never get used to feeling their pain.” She said between sobs.
“What happened?” Harry asked wishing he could go to her.
“I always feel the pain.” She said when she looked up with a glazed look with tears flowing down her cheeks. “But this time I felt it all, everything. I took her place. I let her spirit leave her body and animated her body with my own.”
“Megan…” Harry started but was interrupted.
“She was a Muggle and she was being gutted alive.” Megan said as she started to sob again. “She was so young and was in so much pain. She thanked me for helping her spirit leave her battered body before she had to feel the worse of the pain that was to come. But for that mercy, I had to take her place.”
“Megan, come here.” Harry said softly.
She walked to him and collapsed on his bed, curling up to him. But then she looked up at him. “Harry…I…just look.” She said finally taking off the towel and sitting up.
Harry was momentarily blinded by her exposing herself, but after he recovered from the sight of her firm breasts, he looked down to see..
”Oh My God!” Harry exclaimed. He saw that her stomach was bloody. It wasn’t too bad considering what had happened to her in the dream. But it was just the fact that such a dream could hurt her.
“Snape!” Harry screamed. To be honest, he had no idea how Snape could not have heard all the screaming that Megan had done earlier. If he had, he would have come barging in long ago.
“Damn it!” Harry exclaimed. Just then he saw Megan’s eyes glaze over again and faint, landing upon his chest. He didn’t know what to do, he was stuck. He kissed her forehead and was grateful that morning was only a couple of hours away. He just hoped the wound wasn’t so bad as to cause her to loose too much blood.
Morning did come and Snape finally arrived.
“What happened here?” Snape demanded as he came upon the scene of Magan passed out upon Harry’s chest with a towel barely covering her nude body. He found her cold to the touch but was she was still breathing.
“Harry, I asked you a question.”
Harry went on to explain about the dream and that somehow she was injured from it.
“That doesn’t make much sense. But then nothing involving you ever does.” Snape said.
“What does that mean?” Harry asked angrily. “Unbind me now!”
Snape gave him a sneer and refused to answer his question. Harry quickly put his arms around Megan’s mostly nude body. Snape brought out his wand and said a healing spell under his breath. Her wounds started to close and Snape left the room momentarily to collect a potion that should help her regain the blood that she lost.
Once Snape left, Harry removed his own clothes and pulled Megan up close to him and placed the blanket over their bodies, hoping to warm her up with his own body heat. He fell asleep snuggling as closely as possible to her.
He woke the moment she started to wake. He looked down at her and looked into her sleepy eyes.
“Harry?” She said uncertainty. “What happened?”
“You were injured from your dream somehow, but Snape healed you.” He said. “You lost some blood, but with a potion you should recover soon enough.”
“Oh, ok.” She said. He was surprised to see that she didn’t respond at all to their nudeness but instead snuggled closer and burrowed her head into his shoulder and went back to sleep.
Harry was told that what Megan had was a magical ‘gift’ even though she was still Muggle. But he certainly didn’t see it that way. It seemed to be more of a curse since she had to endure all the pain that the victims had to go through. Some mornings he would find her on the ground with her knees drawn up to her chest rocking back and forth humming quietly to herself.
Even though he was the one having nightmares that he couldn’t remember causing him to try to tear his skin off his body, she was the one that was worse off. She remembered every dream, felt the pain and had to wake to those images that haunted her throughout the day. He couldn’t count the times that he woke to watch her run to the bathroom to throw up or the many times that she didn’t eat, gazing at nothing with a pained look that wrinkled her eyebrows in a certain way.
Harry didn’t realize that she was awake until she started to cry silently against his shoulder. He rubbed her back slowly, holding onto her little tighter until he felt the need to pull back from her and kiss her tear stained cheeks. He tasted the saltiness of those tears and felt his heart swell in his chest. Harry started to kiss her frantically all over her face until he met her lips.
Harry signed deeply before he slowly licked her lower lip. She opened immediately and they started to taste each other, exploring each others mouth. He rolled over on top of her careful not to crush her and continued his exploration. He lowered his kisses to her neck causing her to throw her back with a moan. He fed of that moan and nipped at her neck before trailed those lips lower to her breasts. He kissed, nipped and sucked at her breasts until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He stopped to look into her passion filled eyes and poured his love for her into his own. They were both breathing deeply as if they were in a race. Harry didn’t know what he should do. He didn’t want to take advantage of her in her moment of weakness, but she was looking so delicious in his bed nude.
“Megan?” Harry asked quietly. “Tell me what you want.”
“You Harry, I want you.” Megan whispered in a breathless voice.
Harry started to kiss her again, hearing her moan softly. He lowered his hand to find her wet and ready. He guided himself into her, causing them both to moan at the contact.
“So tight, so warm.” Harry said before he lowered his lips again to hers, rocking gently within her.
As their breathing sped up so did the thrusts. They met each others’ thrust for thrust, moan with moan and before too long it became crazed. Harry was pounding into her with Megan begging for more. He felt her tighten with her orgasm sending him over the edge as he exploded within her. He collapsed on top of her but just to the side so that he wouldn’t crush her. Their kisses continued with Harry still inside of her. He didn’t want to leave her warmth and stayed as long as he could before he became too soft and slide out on its own.
They cuddled with each other and both woke in the morning. They looked at each other shocked when they realized that Harry was not bound to the bed nor did either one of them have a bad dream. Megan was caressing his chest and stomach and then suddenly froze and looked down at her love.
“Harry, Look!” She exclaimed.
Harry looked down and gasped as he discovered that his body had no open wounds or even scars. Harry jumped out of the bed and ran to the door.
“Snape! Open up!” He cried out. Megan was still in the bed smiling when Snape came in to the room.
“Oh, Please Harry. Do get dressed!” Snape began but then looked down in shock as he realized what he was seeing. “What the hell happened to you?” He exclaimed.
“I, we…” Harry blushed he really didn’t know what happened other than he and Megan had made love in the night.
Snape looked at Megan in the bed smiling and obviously nude under the blanket. His eyebrows raised and he gave Megan a calculating glare.
“I suggest you get dressed now.” Snape stated before he turned and left the room leaving two very confused people behind.
Moments later an older man, with long white hair and a long white beard came into the room.
“Harry, my boy, it’s so nice to see your returned health.” He said as he waved a hand a few other chairs appeared in the room. They all took a seat, including Megan, and looked at each other for a while before the older man started to speak.
“Do you know who I am, Harry?” He asked. “Do you remember anything?”
“No, Sir.” Harry said then asked. “What’s your name?”
“Albus Dumbledore is my name and you are Harry Potter.” He stated. Harry new this as Hermione had already come to him to explain many things to him, but he wasn’t sure he liked the way that Dumbledore said his name.
“Sir, Hermione already came to me to explain everything.” Harry said as politely as he could.
Dumbledore’s happy expression stopped immediately. “Harry, we are at war and everyone has been very busy trying to keep Voldemort from completely taking over.” He said. “Somehow he has to be destroyed.”
Dumbledore talked with them for hours explaining from his point of view what was going on and then left Harry and Megan to their own thoughts. Evening came swift enough and again they were in each others arms sleeping peacefully after making love.
Harry suddenly had a dream.
“Harry.” A voice hissed. “So you have healed. I had hoped to kill you but alas when I burned you with the magical fire, I burned myself.”
“What am I to do with you?” The voice rasped as if he was in pain.
Harry suddenly found himself in immense pain as the Avada Kedavra curse was sent directly through their link to hit Harry.
What Harry didn’t know was that somehow Megan was having one of her dreams and she saw everything that was happening. Within a split second of the curse being released Harry saw Megan’s spirit scream out, “Harry, My Love, Noooo!” And she jumped out right in front of the curse, causing it to pass through her spirit and then hit Harry.
Snape felt magic in the room that he was guarding and as he opened the door he saw the room light up in green light. With the smell of sex in the air, Snape saw Harry and Megan convulse momentarily while in bed together at the exact moment that the green light of death appeared. He ran over to them to find them both dead in each others arms with a smile on their faces and his wrist burning like fire. He looked down at his wrist to find it clean of any Dark Mark.
“I take it their love for one another bound them together to win the day.” Snape said with a sneer and as he left the room. But then added, “Dumbledore is not going to like this…..but I think I do.” He muttered with a little skip in his step.
Author: Silverwolf
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Death, M/F
Disclaimer: Most of these are not my characters they belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: Harry finds himself bound in a room injured with no memory of who he is.
A/N: This was written about a year ago. I just never posted it here in my LJ.
Harry was injured badly with his body still raw with the magical fire that was given to him by Voldemort. But Harry didn’t know this. He woke up suddenly screaming at the top of his lungs and he had no idea why. He found himself tied down to a bed with a woman putting ointment on his wounds, wounds that hurt like hell.
“What? Where am I?” He asked. But then it dawned on him that he didn’t even know his own name. He looked back up at the woman’s kind eyes and said, “Who am I?”
He looked around the room again and saw that the room was dark and damp. He looked to see a bathroom at the far side of the room. Nothing glamorous about it, it was just as dark as the room he was currently in.
He looked back at the woman and actually saw her this time. She was a pretty little thing with long brown hair and large doe like eyes. She had a fair complexion and was petite with fine bones.
“You don’t know me, Harry, but I’m Megan.” She said kindly then softly added. “I asked to stay with you, to be for you when you woke.”
“So, my name is Harry then.” He stated. “Do you know my last name?”
“I’m sorry but no. They didn’t tell much.” She said with concern. “You have been here for months and your wounds are just not healing well at all. I don’t understand it.”
“They did tell me that you got them through Magic, and I wouldn’t have believed them if I hadn’t seen magic myself, just before they rescued me.” She said with a frown. “Do you remember anything?” She asked.
“No.” Harry said. “Nothing at all.” Harry pulled at his bounds to find them tight.
“I would remove your bonds but they are magically bound to your arms and I can’t remove them. You see I’m a Muggle, not a Witch.” She said with sad eyes putting down the jar of ointment she held in her hands she continued her tale. “There is a war going on and a few months ago you were injured severely. I was told that you were burned to the point that you barely looked human. You were rescued by your friends and was sent here to heal. Even unconscious, you screamed and tried to claw at your body. That was why they had to bind you.”
“Last month I found myself at the mercy of a Death Eater.” She continued. “He chased me down and cornered me.” She looked down at her lap and paused a moment before continuing. “He raped me and then started to curse me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer someone came, killed the Death Eater and brought me here.”
Looking back up at Harry she said. “I started to work here, cleaning here and there, trying to stay out of the way, but I ran across you. I found you alone and in pain. I begged the guard at your door for days to let me in but he wouldn’t. Eventually, he did give in. And I have been here ever since.”
She motioned behind her at the small cot against the wall. “I sleep there.” She said. “I haven’t left you for more than a few moments at a time.”
“Why?” Harry asked. He really wanted to know why she would go through all the effort for someone she didn’t even know.
“Because when I look at you I feel something that I thought was long dead.” She said. Harry looked at her puzzled as he didn’t really understand what she was saying.
Just as he was about to ask, a man walked into the room. He had long dark hair and black eyes.
“I see that you are awake.” He said roughly. “In a few days I will remove your bonds ‘only’ if you show restraint against clawing at your body.” The man swiftly turned his back and walked out of the room.
“Who was that?” Harry asked.
“That would be your guard, Severus Snape. He is a bit rough around the edges, but he did eventually let me in to stay with you so he can’t be all that bad.” She said with a small smile on her face but then frowned for a moment. “I’m sorry he won’t let you loose.”
“What are a few more days after a few months?” Harry stated.
Megan continued to apply soothing ointment to his wounds so gently that Harry fell asleep peacefully for a few hours.
Harry awoke to struggling in the bed next to him. Megan was withering in her sleep apparently having a bad dream. She woke up suddenly from across the room and ran to the bathroom where she quickly threw up. Harry didn’t know what to think about that, but he didn’t feel comfortable enough with Megan to pry.
Two days later, he woke in the morning to find her sitting on the cold floor with her knees drawn up and a glazed look in her eyes. She looked as if she hadn’t slept all night. He wanted to go to her but he was still bound to the bed after proving that he too still had nightmares and still clawed at his body while sleeping.
“Megan.” Harry called out to her. She jolted when she heard him and started to cry. He didn’t know what to think or what to do to help her.
“Megan, what’s wrong?” Harry tried again. After Megan controlled her tears, she got up and stiffly walked up to him and sat down on the chair next to him.
After a while she started to talk. “I, uh.” She started before she visibly shivered and tried again. “I have nightmares. But they really aren’t nightmares.” She said but she knew by the look on Harry’s face that he was still a bit lost. “I have dreams where I watch others be cursed or beaten by Death Eaters. I feel their pain and sometimes my spirit joins their body to see it from their point of view as if I’m the victim.”
Harry saw a tear fall down her cheek as her eyes glazed over again thinking about her last dream. She shivered again and left the room quietly like a zombie, to go to the bathroom for a hot shower.
While she was gone his menacing guard came to him.
“It was decided that during the day you will have your bonds removed, but at night you will be bound again to prevent you from damaging your body an more than it already is, at least until your nightmares cease to haunt you so vividly.” Snape said with a sneer. The man pointed his wand at Harry’s wrists and said a word under his breath. Just then his arms were free and Harry quickly brought them to his chest and rubbed them as they were raw from being bound for so long.
Megan stepped out of the bathroom dressed and looking at Harry with shock.
“Oh my God, Harry, you’re free!” She exclaimed.
“Only during the day though.” Harry said in return. “But at least now I can have a proper bath. Do you think you can help me?” He asked.
Megan came to him and put his arm around her shoulders and heaved him up. Harry was doing rather well considering and slowly they entered the bathroom. Just as Harry thought, the bathroom was rather small with the basic furnishings. Megan started his bath while Harry sat at the edge of the tub. Megan looked at him shyly. He had always been unconscious when she sponge bathed him, but with him being awake before her, she found that she wasn’t so sure she could undress him so easily.
Harry was also feeling a bit shy, but he knew that there was no way he could get undressed without some help.
“I hate to ask, but my arms are too numb. Could you help me undress?” Harry asked looking down turning a deep shade of red.
“Of course, Harry.” Megan reached over and untied his hospital like dressing gown and helped him take it off. She then helped him slide into the tub and grabbed a wash cloth to bathe him.
Harry was so grateful for being in the warm tub that he just leaned his head back and sighed. He wasn’t even aware of Megan bathing him until she grazed a certain part of him that awoke at the touch making Harry gasp.
He looked at Megan with wide eyes to see her avoiding his gaze. Her cheeks were just pink enough for him to see that she noticed his response to her touch. But since she was acting like it didn’t happen, he thought he would too. He willed his slight erection to go down and tried to think of something else.
Once his bath was done, he noticed a pair of pajamas sitting next to the sink and Megan noticed his questioning gaze.
“I’m told that house elves bring them and whatever else we need here. They are the only ones that can apparate in and out of our room.” Megan said as she turned to grab a towel off the towel rack. She toweled Harry dry, helped him get dressed and carefully helped him back to his bed.
As the weeks went on, Harry’s days were always the same. He would get up to Snape removing his bonds and Megan would help him bathe, dress him and send him back to bed. She managed to get Snape to bring books for him to read and continued to apply ointment to his body that was also given to her from Snape, a Potions Master. They would eat together and in the evenings he would once again be bound to the bed.
She was his only companion and he loved her dearly for everything she did for him even though she didn’t even really know anything about him other than his first name. He also saw how upset she was every evening when he had to be bound. They both knew that it was done to keep him from hurting himself, but it was still harsh.
Then one day someone came to him. Her name was Hermione and hugged the life out of him when she saw him. He didn’t recognize her and he saw that it hurt her, but she went on to tell him about Hogwarts, Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Megan sat at the far side of the room listening to everything that was said. Periodically, Harry would look over just to make sure she was still there. She was true to her word and never left him.
He learned from Hermione that the war went on and many have died. Muggles are constantly being attacked and murdered in the streets. The people on the side of ‘light’ did everything they could but until someone kills Voldemort the war will just continue. He was told about the prophecy about Harry being the one that will either kill or be killed by Voldemort. Harry looked down at his body and wondered if he really wanted to meet up with the man that damaged his body so thoroughly. He was still healing from the burn marks and some wounds had just started to scar over.
But as he looked at Megan, he decided that yes, he would try once again to defeat the evil Dark Lord. If only to give Megan the opportunity to walk in the streets without worrying about a Death Eater attacking her as one once did. At that point, he realized that Megan meant more to him than just a friend. She was his other half. And the thought of her leaving him made him panic with fear.
A few nights later he woke up again to Megan’s screams, but this time it seemed that she wouldn’t stop.
“Megan, wake up!” Harry yelled frantically, watching her body arch in pain while screaming at the top of her lungs.
She didn’t respond so he tried again. “Megan!”
Megan jolted awake, flipped the blankets over, lifted her shirt and felt of her stomach. She gasped with pain and then jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up. He heard her start the shower and was in there for a while before she returned to the room in a towel and slid down the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest just outside the bathroom door.
Harry watched with wide eyes and waited for her to speak. Instead she put her head down and started to cry.
“I’ll never get used to seeing them murdered. I’ll never get used to feeling their pain.” She said between sobs.
“What happened?” Harry asked wishing he could go to her.
“I always feel the pain.” She said when she looked up with a glazed look with tears flowing down her cheeks. “But this time I felt it all, everything. I took her place. I let her spirit leave her body and animated her body with my own.”
“Megan…” Harry started but was interrupted.
“She was a Muggle and she was being gutted alive.” Megan said as she started to sob again. “She was so young and was in so much pain. She thanked me for helping her spirit leave her battered body before she had to feel the worse of the pain that was to come. But for that mercy, I had to take her place.”
“Megan, come here.” Harry said softly.
She walked to him and collapsed on his bed, curling up to him. But then she looked up at him. “Harry…I…just look.” She said finally taking off the towel and sitting up.
Harry was momentarily blinded by her exposing herself, but after he recovered from the sight of her firm breasts, he looked down to see..
”Oh My God!” Harry exclaimed. He saw that her stomach was bloody. It wasn’t too bad considering what had happened to her in the dream. But it was just the fact that such a dream could hurt her.
“Snape!” Harry screamed. To be honest, he had no idea how Snape could not have heard all the screaming that Megan had done earlier. If he had, he would have come barging in long ago.
“Damn it!” Harry exclaimed. Just then he saw Megan’s eyes glaze over again and faint, landing upon his chest. He didn’t know what to do, he was stuck. He kissed her forehead and was grateful that morning was only a couple of hours away. He just hoped the wound wasn’t so bad as to cause her to loose too much blood.
Morning did come and Snape finally arrived.
“What happened here?” Snape demanded as he came upon the scene of Magan passed out upon Harry’s chest with a towel barely covering her nude body. He found her cold to the touch but was she was still breathing.
“Harry, I asked you a question.”
Harry went on to explain about the dream and that somehow she was injured from it.
“That doesn’t make much sense. But then nothing involving you ever does.” Snape said.
“What does that mean?” Harry asked angrily. “Unbind me now!”
Snape gave him a sneer and refused to answer his question. Harry quickly put his arms around Megan’s mostly nude body. Snape brought out his wand and said a healing spell under his breath. Her wounds started to close and Snape left the room momentarily to collect a potion that should help her regain the blood that she lost.
Once Snape left, Harry removed his own clothes and pulled Megan up close to him and placed the blanket over their bodies, hoping to warm her up with his own body heat. He fell asleep snuggling as closely as possible to her.
He woke the moment she started to wake. He looked down at her and looked into her sleepy eyes.
“Harry?” She said uncertainty. “What happened?”
“You were injured from your dream somehow, but Snape healed you.” He said. “You lost some blood, but with a potion you should recover soon enough.”
“Oh, ok.” She said. He was surprised to see that she didn’t respond at all to their nudeness but instead snuggled closer and burrowed her head into his shoulder and went back to sleep.
Harry was told that what Megan had was a magical ‘gift’ even though she was still Muggle. But he certainly didn’t see it that way. It seemed to be more of a curse since she had to endure all the pain that the victims had to go through. Some mornings he would find her on the ground with her knees drawn up to her chest rocking back and forth humming quietly to herself.
Even though he was the one having nightmares that he couldn’t remember causing him to try to tear his skin off his body, she was the one that was worse off. She remembered every dream, felt the pain and had to wake to those images that haunted her throughout the day. He couldn’t count the times that he woke to watch her run to the bathroom to throw up or the many times that she didn’t eat, gazing at nothing with a pained look that wrinkled her eyebrows in a certain way.
Harry didn’t realize that she was awake until she started to cry silently against his shoulder. He rubbed her back slowly, holding onto her little tighter until he felt the need to pull back from her and kiss her tear stained cheeks. He tasted the saltiness of those tears and felt his heart swell in his chest. Harry started to kiss her frantically all over her face until he met her lips.
Harry signed deeply before he slowly licked her lower lip. She opened immediately and they started to taste each other, exploring each others mouth. He rolled over on top of her careful not to crush her and continued his exploration. He lowered his kisses to her neck causing her to throw her back with a moan. He fed of that moan and nipped at her neck before trailed those lips lower to her breasts. He kissed, nipped and sucked at her breasts until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He stopped to look into her passion filled eyes and poured his love for her into his own. They were both breathing deeply as if they were in a race. Harry didn’t know what he should do. He didn’t want to take advantage of her in her moment of weakness, but she was looking so delicious in his bed nude.
“Megan?” Harry asked quietly. “Tell me what you want.”
“You Harry, I want you.” Megan whispered in a breathless voice.
Harry started to kiss her again, hearing her moan softly. He lowered his hand to find her wet and ready. He guided himself into her, causing them both to moan at the contact.
“So tight, so warm.” Harry said before he lowered his lips again to hers, rocking gently within her.
As their breathing sped up so did the thrusts. They met each others’ thrust for thrust, moan with moan and before too long it became crazed. Harry was pounding into her with Megan begging for more. He felt her tighten with her orgasm sending him over the edge as he exploded within her. He collapsed on top of her but just to the side so that he wouldn’t crush her. Their kisses continued with Harry still inside of her. He didn’t want to leave her warmth and stayed as long as he could before he became too soft and slide out on its own.
They cuddled with each other and both woke in the morning. They looked at each other shocked when they realized that Harry was not bound to the bed nor did either one of them have a bad dream. Megan was caressing his chest and stomach and then suddenly froze and looked down at her love.
“Harry, Look!” She exclaimed.
Harry looked down and gasped as he discovered that his body had no open wounds or even scars. Harry jumped out of the bed and ran to the door.
“Snape! Open up!” He cried out. Megan was still in the bed smiling when Snape came in to the room.
“Oh, Please Harry. Do get dressed!” Snape began but then looked down in shock as he realized what he was seeing. “What the hell happened to you?” He exclaimed.
“I, we…” Harry blushed he really didn’t know what happened other than he and Megan had made love in the night.
Snape looked at Megan in the bed smiling and obviously nude under the blanket. His eyebrows raised and he gave Megan a calculating glare.
“I suggest you get dressed now.” Snape stated before he turned and left the room leaving two very confused people behind.
Moments later an older man, with long white hair and a long white beard came into the room.
“Harry, my boy, it’s so nice to see your returned health.” He said as he waved a hand a few other chairs appeared in the room. They all took a seat, including Megan, and looked at each other for a while before the older man started to speak.
“Do you know who I am, Harry?” He asked. “Do you remember anything?”
“No, Sir.” Harry said then asked. “What’s your name?”
“Albus Dumbledore is my name and you are Harry Potter.” He stated. Harry new this as Hermione had already come to him to explain many things to him, but he wasn’t sure he liked the way that Dumbledore said his name.
“Sir, Hermione already came to me to explain everything.” Harry said as politely as he could.
Dumbledore’s happy expression stopped immediately. “Harry, we are at war and everyone has been very busy trying to keep Voldemort from completely taking over.” He said. “Somehow he has to be destroyed.”
Dumbledore talked with them for hours explaining from his point of view what was going on and then left Harry and Megan to their own thoughts. Evening came swift enough and again they were in each others arms sleeping peacefully after making love.
Harry suddenly had a dream.
“Harry.” A voice hissed. “So you have healed. I had hoped to kill you but alas when I burned you with the magical fire, I burned myself.”
“What am I to do with you?” The voice rasped as if he was in pain.
Harry suddenly found himself in immense pain as the Avada Kedavra curse was sent directly through their link to hit Harry.
What Harry didn’t know was that somehow Megan was having one of her dreams and she saw everything that was happening. Within a split second of the curse being released Harry saw Megan’s spirit scream out, “Harry, My Love, Noooo!” And she jumped out right in front of the curse, causing it to pass through her spirit and then hit Harry.
Snape felt magic in the room that he was guarding and as he opened the door he saw the room light up in green light. With the smell of sex in the air, Snape saw Harry and Megan convulse momentarily while in bed together at the exact moment that the green light of death appeared. He ran over to them to find them both dead in each others arms with a smile on their faces and his wrist burning like fire. He looked down at his wrist to find it clean of any Dark Mark.
“I take it their love for one another bound them together to win the day.” Snape said with a sneer and as he left the room. But then added, “Dumbledore is not going to like this…..but I think I do.” He muttered with a little skip in his step.