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Lust for Death
Hate You Right Now
My heard twitched as I gripped the grass. I heard them say my name a few times,
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” I screamed, they all shot their heads around at me; Harry nodded and walked over to me.
“You told me a few months ago, you wouldn’t do something to me.” Harry spoke, I looked at him shocked and started shaking my head,
“No… I still stand by that fact; I will never drink your blood. I won’t, I can’t control myself.” I explained,
“You’re doing pretty well now.” Ron spoke,
“How much blood would you have to drink until you are content?” Harry asked, I looked away and held my forehead,
“Bellatrix gave me a good amount of Wormtail’s blood, I guess… about 3 mouthfuls would do it.” I thought, “But it’s too risky… I mean I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” I explained as Harry smiled,
“I believe in you.” Harry taken my hand, I held my forehead as Harry taken his jacket off.
Harry held his arm up in front of me as I glared at Harry,
“I hate you right now.” I spoke Harry smirked and chuckled,
“Well I’m saving your life right now.” Harry replied as I gently stroked his arm and closed my eyes.
I kissed Harry’s arm, and stopped for a moment.
“I love you, Meira.” Harry spoke, I looked at him in shock as Harry smiled, I closed my eyes as tears appeared in my eyes,
“I love you too, Harry.” I smiled and then bit Harry’s arm.
Harry winced sharply as I drew blood from him quickly, with one mouthful gone.
The taste was sending me wild.
Harry held my free hand strongly as I taken another mouthful.
The taste of the man I loved was filling me up.
Harry nodded as I taken my last mouthful.
I couldn’t bring myself to pull away, I wasn’t drinking, but I didn’t want to let go. I held my hand out for Harry’s jacket. Hermione placed it in my hand as I wrapped the sleeves around Harry’s arm stopping the blood flow.
My teeth slowly pulled out of Harry as he winced slightly, Harry’s blood covered my mouth as Hermione tended to Harry’s wound straight away.
As I licked my lips I lay back on the ground, feeling my energy coming back to me quickly as I looked at the lovely sky. Hermione finished with Harry’s arm and removed the jacket. I smiled to myself and sat up smiling at Harry,
“Thank you.” I spoke,
“You’re welcome.” Harry smiled as I hugged him strongly; Harry returned the warm embrace as we stood up.
As I looked at Hermione and Ron we made our way over to Shell Cottage. We quickly spoke to Bill asking if we could speak to Griphook and Ollivander, he was unsure at first, but then let us speak to them. Harry wanted to speak to both of them but we went to Griphook first.
“Sorry for disturbing you, but you probably don’t remember--” Harry started as we all sat down,
“That I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever visited Gringotts?” said Griphook, “I remember, Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous.” Griphook nodded.
Harry and Griphook were staring at each other intently wondering who would speak first as I held Harry’s hand.
“You buried the elf,” Griphook spoke sounding rancorous. “I watched you, from the window of the bedroom next door.” Griphook explained,
“Yes,” Harry nodded. Griphook looked at him suspiciously,
“You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter.” Griphook leaned forward,
“In what way?” Harry asked sounding confused,
“You dug the grave.” Griphook folded his arms,
“So?” Harry spoke.
Griphook frowned at Harry a little, probably hating on the fact that he acted like a Muggle, digging a grave like most people would, though Harry didn’t care what anybody thought.
“Griphook, I need to ask--” Harry started,
“You also rescued a goblin.” Griphook suddenly interrupted once more,
“What?” Harry frowned slightly confused,
“You brought me here. Saved me.” Griphook added,
“Well, I take it you’re not sorry?” Harry asked, I could tell he was getting impatient.
“No, Harry Potter,” Griphook replied sitting back on the chair, “but you are a very odd wizard.” Griphook spoke.
“Right,” Harry started, “Well, I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me.” Harry spoke.
The goblin sat there making no moves, he was going to tell us everything we asked for though, as the convocation moved along, he did. He told us as much as he could without breaking his code of Gringotts.
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” I screamed, they all shot their heads around at me; Harry nodded and walked over to me.
“You told me a few months ago, you wouldn’t do something to me.” Harry spoke, I looked at him shocked and started shaking my head,
“No… I still stand by that fact; I will never drink your blood. I won’t, I can’t control myself.” I explained,
“You’re doing pretty well now.” Ron spoke,
“How much blood would you have to drink until you are content?” Harry asked, I looked away and held my forehead,
“Bellatrix gave me a good amount of Wormtail’s blood, I guess… about 3 mouthfuls would do it.” I thought, “But it’s too risky… I mean I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” I explained as Harry smiled,
“I believe in you.” Harry taken my hand, I held my forehead as Harry taken his jacket off.
Harry held his arm up in front of me as I glared at Harry,
“I hate you right now.” I spoke Harry smirked and chuckled,
“Well I’m saving your life right now.” Harry replied as I gently stroked his arm and closed my eyes.
I kissed Harry’s arm, and stopped for a moment.
“I love you, Meira.” Harry spoke, I looked at him in shock as Harry smiled, I closed my eyes as tears appeared in my eyes,
“I love you too, Harry.” I smiled and then bit Harry’s arm.
Harry winced sharply as I drew blood from him quickly, with one mouthful gone.
The taste was sending me wild.
Harry held my free hand strongly as I taken another mouthful.
The taste of the man I loved was filling me up.
Harry nodded as I taken my last mouthful.
I couldn’t bring myself to pull away, I wasn’t drinking, but I didn’t want to let go. I held my hand out for Harry’s jacket. Hermione placed it in my hand as I wrapped the sleeves around Harry’s arm stopping the blood flow.
My teeth slowly pulled out of Harry as he winced slightly, Harry’s blood covered my mouth as Hermione tended to Harry’s wound straight away.
As I licked my lips I lay back on the ground, feeling my energy coming back to me quickly as I looked at the lovely sky. Hermione finished with Harry’s arm and removed the jacket. I smiled to myself and sat up smiling at Harry,
“Thank you.” I spoke,
“You’re welcome.” Harry smiled as I hugged him strongly; Harry returned the warm embrace as we stood up.
As I looked at Hermione and Ron we made our way over to Shell Cottage. We quickly spoke to Bill asking if we could speak to Griphook and Ollivander, he was unsure at first, but then let us speak to them. Harry wanted to speak to both of them but we went to Griphook first.
“Sorry for disturbing you, but you probably don’t remember--” Harry started as we all sat down,
“That I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever visited Gringotts?” said Griphook, “I remember, Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous.” Griphook nodded.
Harry and Griphook were staring at each other intently wondering who would speak first as I held Harry’s hand.
“You buried the elf,” Griphook spoke sounding rancorous. “I watched you, from the window of the bedroom next door.” Griphook explained,
“Yes,” Harry nodded. Griphook looked at him suspiciously,
“You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter.” Griphook leaned forward,
“In what way?” Harry asked sounding confused,
“You dug the grave.” Griphook folded his arms,
“So?” Harry spoke.
Griphook frowned at Harry a little, probably hating on the fact that he acted like a Muggle, digging a grave like most people would, though Harry didn’t care what anybody thought.
“Griphook, I need to ask--” Harry started,
“You also rescued a goblin.” Griphook suddenly interrupted once more,
“What?” Harry frowned slightly confused,
“You brought me here. Saved me.” Griphook added,
“Well, I take it you’re not sorry?” Harry asked, I could tell he was getting impatient.
“No, Harry Potter,” Griphook replied sitting back on the chair, “but you are a very odd wizard.” Griphook spoke.
“Right,” Harry started, “Well, I need some help, Griphook, and you can give it to me.” Harry spoke.
The goblin sat there making no moves, he was going to tell us everything we asked for though, as the convocation moved along, he did. He told us as much as he could without breaking his code of Gringotts.