I recently went back and edited the first two "chapters" ( chapters 0 and 1) and changed a great deal I believe. I actually understand sentence structure. (Took me three years and $60k worth of college tuition) Please reread those just to catch up. Hope you enjoy! and as always there is more to come.

A Sory Fanfic in the Harry Potter Universe. I do not own anything of the characters, places, or spells in this story, everything belongs to Fox or Warner Bros.

Book 1, Chapter 2

Hallows Eve

The feeling of guilt fermented in his gut. Reflecting on his actions over the last week made Rory come to the conclusion that he had been acting like a complete and utter fool. Blaine was right in saying that he pushed people away, but Rory was so tired of being left behind that he had forgotten what it felt like to have people on your side. He wanted to apologize to Blaine, and Sam, and just hope that he hadn't ruined anything he could possibly have with them.

As he descended the moving staircases, he thought about the events that just transpired. He just met the ghost of a girl his age, who died tragically. Rory cursed in his head. Harmony was nice and sweet, she didn't deserve death; no one does. He dwelled on the fact that Harmony was a ghost but still trapped by the confounds of the Room of Requirements. He couldn't imagine the isolation she must have felt; no one knew she was there. Rory reached into his pocket and clutched the vial holding his choice of death. He'd stolen it back before he left Harmony's room, intending on returning it to Sue's stash, Rory now just wanted to be done with it completely.

Stopping in a bathroom, on the main floor before he reached the dungeons, Rory cautiously looked around. He stood in front of the granite sink and traced his fingers over the rugged stone surface. He uncorked the bottle and brought it to his nose inhaling slightly. It had no smell.

He looked in the mirror and traced out his features along his skin. Rory had bags under his eyes from his night of tossing and turning that preceded his decision. No more delaying. He turned on both knobs and let the water pour down the drain before he tipped the 3 ounce bottle of poison over. Rory thought back to what started all of this, the sink remained full of the concoction as if it was spreading instead of disappearing. Cam, he thought of, Cameron Michelson. The black liquid stained the sink, lingering for a second before it swirled away.

"Rory," A voice whispered whilst nudging him on his shoulder. A familiar sound that made the Irish instinctively smile. "Rory wake up, you're gonna get a sunburn like this." It laughed.

Rory stretched and kicked his legs out before opening his eyes and rolling them. Cameron was grinning above him. "I should've let you burn." He joked. The sun reflected off the back of Cameron's hair, illuminating each reddish lock. His eyes were bright blue, almost silver in color, hidden behind the large black frames of his glasses, the color contrasting against his flush pink skin and lips. "C'mon man, get up." He urged. Cam pulled on Rory's arm until he was in a sitting position, Rory felt a hand on his back pushing him forward. He looked over his shoulder and saw Damian smiling back at him.

"Don't pass out on us now Rory, we have two more finals. Then we're done." Damian stated in his thick accent. Once Rory was in a sitting position, he beamed back at his friends. Lila sat next to Damian, pulling down her skirt. Her yellow tie loose around her neck. Her face looked unamused but he could somehow tell she was happy to be here. He lived for days like this. His band of friends would gather on the grassy slope after Herbology class and talk. In the midst of the spring season, the flowers would bloom and Rory felt so comfortable.

Lila ran her fingers through her black and green shoulder length hair, regaling the boys in her woes of not wanting to return home. "They're going to make me remove the dye from my hair." She pouted, referring to her parents. It led to Damian and Cam expressing their fears of their parents. Damian complained that he would be in trouble if he told anyone he hung out with Rory, whose clan rivaled his own. Rory nodded understanding the pressures of Irish families.

"You think that's bad. At least you'll be alive." Cam argued. "I'm pretty sure I've failed my last two finals." The redhead picked at the grass under his knees. Rory yawned, feeling the lingering effects of his nap from earlier. "I think the sorting hat made a mistake. I'm not that smart."

"Ye are smart," Rory rebutted. "It's nothing to worry about, I'm sure ye did better than you think." Cam still looked disappointed in himself.

"Sod off Ror, You're the smartest in our class. It's nothing ye would worry about but we common folk must." Damian joked. It was true though. Rory was constantly named the smartest of his year by his teachers. Everyone seemed to love him. Lila threw a punch at Damian for undermining their abilities. Despite her Gothic exterior, Lila was genial.

They laughed and joked more. Lila and Damian had to attend a tutoring session and excused themselves, leaving Cam and Rory on the hill alone.

"I'm not sure how I'm gonna get through the summer without you guys." Cam said chuckling a bit. Rory laughed as well but wasn't listening to the other boy's continued story. He thought of what he would be doing over the summer. Most likely just keeping Seamus busy while his parents worked.

"Hey," Rory snapped out of his thoughts. "Come visit me over the summer." Cam stared into Rory's green eyes with the most sure and sweet smile ever mustered. Rory looked away and laughed as he felt a blush come over him.

"C'mon Cam, How am I going to get to Wales with my allowance." He laughed. Cam throws some weeds, he'd been picking out of the ground, down the hill. "Then I'll come to you Rory." The second utterance didn't elicit the same response as the first for some reason. Rory felt butterflies in his stomach.

"I'm serious Rory." The mood had shifted drastically. "I don't feel close to anyone here, besides you. It's like we were born joined at the hip until our parents had to separate us. You could very well be my other half!" Rory burst into a fit of laughter. He imagined them both surgically locked at the hip. "I'm serious Ror, you're my best friend!" Cameron fell back against the side of the hill and just stared at the sky, a content smile on his face. Rory was going to miss this. Looking at Cam. Talking with him and spending every moment with him. He had no idea what he was feeling at the time but he wanted to never be without Cameron. He blushed when Cam said his name. When Cam touched him he felt like his heart would explode. Rory examined Cameron's physique, it was perfect to him. The Irish boy could feel his hands getting sweaty just from his thoughts. He stood up without a word.

"Hey, where ya going?" Cam asked. Rory stood above him without saying a word, he just looked back to the greenhouses. "Fine help me up." Cam huffed, extending his hand. Rory grabbed it and pulled but didn't expect the strong force from his friend pulling him downwards. He found himself face to face with a laughing redhead, his nose pressed against Cam's glasses. Rory's heartbeat was accelerating. He was frozen as his skin touched Cam's and began to stick in the humid climate. Cam's grin began to fade as stared into Rory's eyes. He grew worried of his situation. "Sorry Ror, we can-"

Rory pressed his lips against the other boy's open mouth without another thought. Cam's eyes went wide, but not of fear, shock, or disgust. Rory pulled back immediately and before he could apologize he felt the body under him begin to shake. Cameron's eyes remained open as his mouth began to froth and his limbs spasmed. He began wildly thrashing and sputtering words of gibberish, all the while staring directly into Rory's eyes.

When Rory reached the Potions classroom Madame Sue was assigning the homework for next class. He waited outside the door listening to Sue rant and rave while most of her students sighed. Moments passed before Madame Sue dismissed the bored teenagers in a fit of rage at their inability to mix potions accurately. The Gryffindors walk out of the room laughing while most of the Ravenclaw students are angry at their prowess being questioned.

Blaine walked out of the room in the first wave of students and almost runs right into the Irish teen.

"Rory what the hell!" He screams, eyeing the boy suspiciously. "You promised you'd be in class. You didn't even send a note, we lost 100 points because of you!" Rory smiled and wrapped his arms around Blaine, bringing him into a tight embrace. Blaine's arms remained awkwardly waving at his sides as he questions his friend's sudden display of affection before he pats Rory's sides signaling for him to end the hug. "Is everything okay Rory?" The brunette laughed and nodded.

Sam hid behind the frame of the door. He noticed Blaine talking to Rory as he exited but didn't want to separate the two, lest Rory run off again. He waited silently, listening in on their conversation while hoping Madame Sue wouldn't kick him out prematurely.

"Ye don't have to worry about me Blaine," Rory declared. "No more pushing. I'm going to confront him." He grinned. However, he still felt nervous. Sam knew he was talking about him. Blaine grew excited the more Rory talked to him about letting go of the past. He knew it was a matter of time before Rory would be able to live for himself again. Sam listened and listened until he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

"Rory!" The blonde yelled, a little louder than he intended, catching the unwanted attention of those around them. He blushed slightly and then approached the two Ravenclaw boys. "Rory, can I talk to you for a second?"

Blaine patted Rory on the back and left. Rory swallowed instinctively and crossed his arms over his chest, awaiting Sam.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Sam accused. Rory raised an eyebrow and stared at the boy.

"I avoided you? Sam you're the one who stopped coming around." He grew angrier as he thought about the last week. But Sam wasn't having any of it.

"You stopped coming to breakfast, you basically gave me all the signs to give you space." The taller boy gripped his hips trying to keep his voice down. "What was I supposed to do? Come find you in the dorms, that you clearly expressed that I wasn't welcome in, after Sunday?"

Rory looked down at his feet and back up, avoiding direct eye contact with Sam. "I thought you had found out by then. I just…" He stopped and thought about what he wanted to say but he honestly couldn't find another point to argue on. He was wrong. "Do you want to be my friend?" The boy mumbled under his breath in weakness. Sam, shocked by the vulnerability, stared in confusion. Rory saw this and repeated his words louder. Sam swallowed and all the tension in his body dissipated.

"Of course I do Rors. I like you, I don't feel close to anyone here, besides you. Don't ask why that is, it just is." Sam shrugged. Rory's stomach turned. Sam looked at him with his kind green eyes and smile that assured Rory that he was telling the truth.

"Thank you." Rory bowed a bit before turning 180 degrees and walking away swiftly.

Stained glass. The constant light shining through the multi-color window swirled and cracked like a kaleidoscope distorted the interior of Harmony's abode. She hated the change the glass provided in the daytime. She was content with the dreary light that lit the room through the off-white curtains without coloring her walls and tile floors in pastel light, but Rory insisted on opening up and letting some light in.

Rory was your stereotypical housewife. He enjoyed sweeping and mopping and dusting, just to hear the appreciation in the voices of others, which he rarely received. Jumping at the opportunity to clean Harmony's place, Rory worked all day long making everything spotless while Harmony flew around him watching.

"Do ye need these?" Rory asked referring to a few of the fake books from her bookshelf. Harmony gave the boy a look, laying her hands out in front of her. "Oh right." Rory chuckled. He placed them to the side planning to take with him back to his dorm.

"I just can't understand why you would choose to not go to a ball." mused Harmony for the fifth time. The brunette shook his head. "Ball's are amazing." The ghost girl soared high above and mimicked the waltz. "So elegant and luxurious. Like you're royalty." The continuation of her dance going unnoticed by the Irish as he cleaned the rest of her books. "Please Rory just go! What's stopping you?"

Rory sighed. "I can't dance." He stated plainly before moving on to the kitchen. As he motioned towards the pots, Harmony materialized in front of him, her face highly unamused. "Okay fine, I just don't want to deal with it."

"Why not?"

"Because…I don't have a date." Mumbling a few profanities after, Rory dropped his cleaning supplies and moved towards the couch. Harmony looked as if she was about to protest, but he cut her off. "I'm not going with Sam." He wanted that clear. "…I can't go with Sam." He admitted, finally coming to terms with the statement. "He's going with a girl from the Foreign Exchange Program, Mercedes. He said he really wanted to go and no one else had asked." His elbows rested on his knees as he cradled his face in his arms. Harmony nestled next to him, unable to actually touch the boy.

What Rory didn't know was that Harmony cared a great deal for his well-being. Ever since the boy had found her eternal grave, he was her new focus. When Rory had actually returned to see her she was ecstatic. Now she would do anything to make him happy, because that's what friends do, she believed.

Harmony stood still in the corner of the room where her body once rested. Two shiny jewels laid beneath her ethereal body.

"Rory." She called. "Can you help me over here for a second," The brunette stirred slightly, turning his head to look in her direction. "I have something I want to give you, my friend." She smiled sweetly. Rory moped over to where she stood and looked beneath her.

"Earrings?" He asked, confused.

"Not just any earrings. Earrings with the power to make the wearer the most attractive person in the room." Harmony nodded. Rory picked up the pair of studs, examining them. Rory was no jewel expert but they looked very much like the cubic zirconia he could find at a department store. Questioning her credibility, Rory raised the pair of faux diamonds waiting for an explanation. "Okay, they don't really do that," Harmony confessed. "but I liked to believe that when I wore them. My mother gave them to me my second year because she thought I'd lose real ones. Whenever I felt like someone didn't like me or that I was… unappealing. I just remembered that I was wearing them and no one could think that way of me when I had them in." She motioned for Rory to put them in. The boy fiddled with the studs between his index finger and thumb and smiled before putting them in.

"How do I look?" He spun in place and looked back at her, radiantly.

"You're the most attractive person in the room!" Harmony clapped excitedly, floating around in her joy. "Ready for a ball, dare I say." Rory rolled his eyes. Harmony looked at him with a fixed unreadable expression. Her voice became eerie. "Rory I want to help you. Will you let me." Unsure where her sudden mood swing came from, Rory stared back. She was forceful, yet worded her statement so as not to scare the child. Rory nodded unsure. "Will you let me help you Rory Flanagan?"

"Yes, Harmony, ye can help me." She clapped rapidly.

"You're going to the ball Rory. You'll love it, I promise." Rory felt the studs dangling in his ears, adjusting them to the new weight within them. Harmony did have his back, she didn't want anything bad to befall him.

"Fine." Harmony zoomed around him. "But only 'cus I know ye want to go and ye can't. I'll go soak up every detail so I can tell ye." He beamed. With his new plans for the evening, Rory wondered how he would be ready by eight for the ball. "I need to get me tux ready then, I'm burnin' daylight." The Irish teen made a run for the door as it slowly materialized. He promised to come by tomorrow with all the details before exiting.

Harmony stood hovering in the middle of the room. She was going to wait there until he got back. She'd spent fourteen years alone with nothing but her own thoughts. Company was all the girl needed and she would die again for a friend.

Hogwarts had spared no expense in decorating the ballroom. Hallows Eve was a spiritual holiday that signified the closest bond between the dead and the living. For the wizarding world, this day was prime for divination and channeling. The ball left nothing to the imagination. The floor was charmed to emulate the night sky complete with stars and constellations. The tables were clear discs under white tablecloths floating in midair, vases adorned the tops filled with flowers that replaced one another when taken.

Sam almost couldn't believe the display. The amount of work and magic that went into this was beyond anything he would've expected back at The Institute, which tried their best to make everything as normal as possible. He wore a simple black tux, no vest. Sam straightened out his tie. He hated the color purple. Mercedes' dress was purple. He hated Mercedes' dress. He wanted to have a good time and so far he was, but everytime he straightened his tie he would notice the purple satin and become instantly annoyed. He began to worry if coming was a good idea.

"I'm telling you Sam, my boy," Finn started. Ever since the two had arrived, their dates had developed a pattern: have a drink, dance to a song, then off to the bathroom to talk, Repeat. Much to their dismay. "Girls are way too much trouble than they're worth." Sam nodded, not really agreeing but showing that he was listening. "I sometimes think, 'what if I was gay like Kurt?' but then I just get the chills. I could never get off to that y'know." Finn motioned with his hands, prodding two fingers at one another. Sam scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. He pretended as though he didn't hear the last of Finn's rant. The band playing was deafening, Snapped he heard they were called. Their heavy guitar and drums made it easy to tune out any unwanted noise.

Before long, the girls had returned, Rachel in a red and black sequin pouf gown and Mercedes in her purple ball gown. Breaking their usual pattern, the girls pulled their dates straight to the dance floor. Mercedes staying oddly close to Sam as they danced to Snapped's pop-rock set list.

Rory strolled in, late, after most of the ball was over. About two hours before, the ball had been filled with young teens dancing all over their dates. Most of Ravenclaw was either at the ball or out around the castle with the curfew lifted, it was either attend the dance or sit in solitude for the rest of the night. He remembered his promise to Harmony and made a beeline for the punch-bowl. His shoes were shined, his suit was pressed and is tie was as blue as his eyes. He felt dapper.

Ignoring the image of Sam and Mercedes enjoying each other's company, Rory drank cup after cup, and examined every detail of the ball. The music changed as the band put on their slower songs and Rory's stomach dropped thinking of Sam slow dancing with Mercedes. The Irish teen noticed Finn Hudson sitting in the back of the ballroom at a table alone. As he walked past people and noticed the stares, he repeated to himself, "I am the most attractive person here." under his breath.

"Finn Hudson." He greeted taking a seat next to the burly teen. "Where the date?"

"I have no idea man. Sometime in between the last song I did something and she won't come out of the bathroom." Finn complained.

"What did ye do?"

"If I knew I'd tell ya, man." the boy sighed and motioned for Rory to have a seat. They talked for a two more songs, the band went a bit far with their song selection, playing ballad after slow-dance after ballad. Rory had to mentally restrain himself from looking at the dance floor, but luckily Finn was entertaining him with his stories of muggle parties.

"Yeah, they get really crazy sometimes." He wiped a tear from his eye as he held back another laugh. Rory clutched his own sides. "So uh… is it true what they say. Finn inquired. Rory tilted his head. "I mean I know you're smart in all but did you curse someone with insanity in your first year?" Rory swallowed, he turned his head so the other boy didn't notice the haunted expression on his face.

"Hell yeah he did." A voice piped up from the table next to them. Lila turned around in her green prom-esque gown. "Sent him straight to St. Mundos'."

"Lila why?" Rory started, a look of betrayal on his face. They were once friends, her face once lightened up his day.

"It's true. Don't lie to the man Ror." She mocked. Her dark eyeliner making her facial expressions hurt even more.

Rory repeated Harmony's mantra over in his head. "That's badass." Finn slapped his knee. Rory stood.

"Tell that to his victim. Can't speak a word besides gibberish. Rory, here, barely thinks about him. He'd do it again too if he could." She viciously spat. Rory closed his eyes and stood.

"I hope ye enjoy the ball." He gave an unconvincing smile to the two teens. "Ye look lovely Lila." He said before leaving. The sound of his dress shoes hitting the tile floor echoing through the hall.

After the multitude of slow songs ended, Mercedes went to find Rachel. Sam walked back to the table in time to see Rory exiting the room. He quickly asked Finn what was going on, watching Rory's figure disappear from sight. Lila butted in before he could respond.

"That kid has the kiss of death. Haven't you heard?" She smirked. "he's a monster. Only like half human or something." Lila shrugged. Sam knew her. She was in his Herbology class, a Hufflepuff. He looked at her dumbfounded. He needed to find Rory now.

Out of kindness the blonde waited for his date to return but the time wasted waiting for her was agonizing.

"Tell Cedes I had to turn in early," He told Finn. "I've got a situation." He waved in the air behind his backside and Finn nodded in agreement.

He'd never ran through the halls at such a fast speed before but he was a desperate boy in search of answers. Sam wanted answers now. He ran down the staircases and through the empty corridors until he reached the bronze door with eagle know. It was left cracked upon, most likely from one of the older students not wanting to deal with the hassle of the door's riddles this late at night. Sam knew the way to Rory's floor like the back of his hand and his heart beat faster as he neared his abode.

Rory sat near his bed on a blue and bronze tufted bench, staring out the window. Sam slowly approached his bedside. He gripped the metal of his four poster bed. He had barely opened his mouth when the Irish boy spoke first.

"What did she tell ye?" He asked. From the hoarse sound of his voice, Sam could tell he had been crying, or at least choked up.

"You have the kiss of death." Rory chuckled.

"I wish. That's just one of the many rumors." Sam sat near the head of the bed canopy so that he could see Rory's face in the moonlight. His eyes were bloodshot and his face covered in some type of liquid indistinguishable from sweat, tears or remnants of an oily complexion.

"You're a lot like him y'know. Cam that is. Do you want to know the truth Sam. No lies, no running or avoiding. I'll tell ye right now. I'm not afraid anymore." He lied. Rory was deathly afraid but the feelings wrestling in his gut were eating away at him and he needed everything out on the table. Sam nods out of Rory's vision but the brunette continues regardless.

"I didn't use the Cruciatus Curse. I also didn't kill him. Cam was just a bystander in the tragedy that is my life. I kissed him, Sam. All I did was kiss him, and I took his life from him. I didn't understand it at first. I carried Cam to the infirmary, all the while he thrashes and foams at the mouth. The nurses, Madame Pomfrey and Madame Pillsbury, sedated him but they didn't know what the hell was going on, they thought he was poisoned and when I tried to explain they sent me away. Damian and Lila showed up when they had heard. I told them what happened and they just…turned on me. Just like that. Me best friends, never even heard me out." He wiped his tears on the sleeve of his tux. " The worst part was when I told me da. He gave me this joyful grin and I wanted to kill him. He was proud. Then he told me how Grandad is a fucking leprechaun." Rory chuckled slightly, still in disbelief himself. "The blood of the original Irish flows through these veins." He traced the skin over his wrist. Sam could hardly process what he was hearing. Rory looked at him with pleading eyes. "Our kisses are poison. They can make the wisest go insane. Something they developed ages ago to keep people off their gold and because no one told me and I couldn't control it, he has to live with constant insanity." His voice rose in anger until it finally broke. "I ruined my best friend's life." Rory concluded, the tears now streaming just as fast as he could wipe them away.

The blonde's downcast eyes showed his shock. He didn't know how to respond but Rory waited for some type of reaction. Sam gripped the hems of his dress pants over his knees. In a swift movement he seized Rory's shoulders. Staring into his fear filled gaze Sam pressed his lips firmly against Rory's own. He reveled in the soft contact created against his plump features.

Rory pulled back and raised his hand, smacking Sam with all of his strength. A red print left upon Sam's tan cheek.

"Why the hell did ye do that!?" Rory yelled at him. covering his mouth.

Rubbing his cheek and stretching his jaw, Sam winced in pain. "I thought it fit the moment." He professed.

"I just told ye what my kiss can do, ye monkey's arse!" Rory was beside himself with anger. "Ye could've gone mad Sam!"

Sam grabbed Rory's hand within his. " I trust you Rory. I know you wouldn't hurt me." Both boys blushed but neither looked away. They'd waited too long for this moment.

"But Sam, that's not it. I learned to control this but there's more to develop as I reach my prime. More and more things are gonna appear, things that could potentially kill people I care for. How could ye want anything to do with me, it's not safe."

"Rory I like you." Sam confesses. "And I can't imagine being without you." Sam kisses Rory deeply and memories of Cam come flooding back. They're so alike, he thought, but he was determined not to mess this one up. The comparison was enough to make him break the kiss and frown.

The soft sound of a harp rang through Rory's ears, and the boy instinctively turned to the window. the moon hung high in the sky, lighting their embrace. Before he could think any further, Rory had shoved himself back into Sam's arms.