Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 64| Freeing A Phoenix

After Ron's aggressive display, Harry became afraid of him. Before he was only wary and disgusted by him, but there was still a sense of safety. A familiarity within the young Weasley. After all, in the old timeline, Ron had never acted like that. He had never been so aggressive about having sex. Now was different. It had finally, truly hit Harry that this Ron wasn't his fake best friend for nearly fifty years. This Ron was someone willing to do anything to take what he arrogantly believed was his.

"Why are you acting so afraid of me now? Are you scared that idiot Malfoy will come and hurt you?" Ron grabbed Harry by the chin.

His touch made the God sweaty and his heart racing in a horrible manner. He wanted to leave. He wanted to escape it!

"Please... Just let me go..." His words were meek, his body tensing for something bad.

It was right to tense as he was slammed into the nearest wall, the rough wood biting into his back. He grimaced in pain, then he stared at him in terror. His blood felt frozen, his head suddenly light and his throat closing up.

Ron moved closer to him, pressing their bodies together. He could feel his arousal, it only made his face scrunch in disgust. There was only one person he wanted to be this close to, this intimate with, and it would never be Ron.

"I will never let you go. Never." He growled, lust coating his words.

Harry pulled away the best he could struggling the best he could. A hand soon grabbed his hair. The pull was harsh, a cry of pain slipping through his lips as he was dragged from the living room to the master bedroom. He could see where this was going.

He struggled, scratching at the hand holding his hair, desperately digging his feet into the floorboards. This only made Ron rougher.

"Stop fighting!" He shouted, finally throwing the young god onto the large bed.

Harry tried to scramble away, tried to put space between the two of them! But Ron had climbed on top of him, using his genuinely unnatural strength to keep him pinned. Harry kicked and squirmed, screaming and shouting.

This noise only hurt Ron's ears, so he pressed body down and used to lips to silence him.

Frightened tears streamed down, mixing into the kiss. His body stopped fighting, his lips tightly sealed, too afraid to do anything. He refused to submit completely, even if he was doing so in fear.

Then came the feeling of death. A coldness sweeping across the house, a hopelessness that nearly took their breathes away. It consumed and pulled the pair away. One of hope and the other in rage.

A sob of relief broke from Harry's lips, his frightened body finally giving in to peace. Draco, his Silver Death, had found him! He was saved! Saved!

"You slimy snake!" Ron screeched, grabbing a wand. It looked different than his usual wand, clearly made by unskilled hands. And it was metal, not wood or bone or anything that once was breathing. No, it was metal that felt wrong, like it went against the gods' themselves.

Harry should be scared. He should beg Ron spare Draco, offer himself up so his Death would live. But he wouldn't. He had complete faith in Draco's powers, in his knowledge. Instincts and hope told him that his Death would know what was waiting for him. That he already knew and already surpassed the wand and handler's abilities.

The door to the room opened with a creak, the shadows darkening and growing. The room seemed smaller and more deadly, the light twisting out of the way as a silver-eyed beast walked forward. Grand wings the color of green and silver created the image of a demon, of a monster. Of a savior.

A dizzying buzz spread throughout Harry's head. He closed his eyes, hearing shouting and things breaking. The room rocked and spun, even with his eyes closed. Then he felt a comforting hand upon his face.

Emerald met silver. Tears of joy fell down his face, his lips curling into a loving smile. He then allowed a kind darkness to take over his vision.