How They Fell
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
17,507
Reviews:
167
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Currently Reading:
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How They Fell
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as much as I would like Harry and Draco to be mine they belong to J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter is her creation, I'm just borrowing them.
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Chapter One
It was the night before Harry Potter’s birthday, and as he had six years before, he counted down the time remaining until midnight.
However, unlike six years ago Harry’s feelings on his coming birthday were more ambiguous. As an eleven year old lying on the floor of the hut-on-the-rock, the sea, Harry had had little hope that his life would get better. Now he was eagerly awaiting presents and letters from his friends and people who he viewed as family, or as close to family as he would ever get.
Harry was also looking forward to the rest of the summer, knowing that his annual visit to the Weasley’s was drawing closer and closer. This would be the last time he would spend the summer at number four Privet Drive. In two weeks he would be free of the Dursleys forever.
Harry grinned happily at this thought. Truthfully it had been the only thing that could have made him come back. That, and the fact that from tomorrow the laws against underage magic would no longer apply to him. Finally he would be able to hold his own against the Dursleys. He would no longer be bullied and picked on, and if they tried, they would get the surprise of their lives. Harry giggled wickedly at this, imagining just what he would do to each of his relatives. He would also be able to take the Apparation test, enabling him to escape the Dursleys whenever he wished. He had waited longingly for this moment to come ever since that first dreadful summer holiday when the Dursleys had locked him in his room.
Yet despite this optimistic outlook Harry could not help but worry over turning seventeen.
Harry leaned his forehead against the cool pain of glass and sighed. Turning seventeen would be exciting. But…
‘Voldemort.’ Thought Harry as he banged his head against the window. ‘Bloody. Fucking. Voldemort.’
The events of the past year had only served to heighten his fear of what was to come. With things at such a fever pitch, Harry had no doubt about the increasing closeness of his final showdown with Voldemort.
He hated this, this enforced waiting, patiently counting down the days he had left.
Harry had found it hard to think of anything else all summer. Unlike Hogwarts, which was so busy and exciting that Harry was unable to brood much, the Dursleys provided no distractions from his morbid thoughts. They had eaten away at him all summer, only being briefly removed by letters from Ron and Hermione.
“Hogwarts will help.” He intoned under his breath. It had become a sort of mantra over the holidays. “I just need a distraction, an escape – something! Hogwarts will help.”
Desperate to focus on something else, Harry again turned to the clock on his bedside table.
One minute to go and he’d be seventeen. Thirty seconds…twenty… ten- Merlin he hoped that he’d get through this year, that it would somehow miraculously be better than the last - three – two – one –
BANG!
* * *
“Bloody owl!” Said Harry, as Errol slid down the windowpane.
Ignoring the fact that the bottom half of the window was open to allow him through, Errol had slammed into the closed top half. Harry quickly grabbed him before he fell off the widow ledge to his death, while Pig, Hedwig and a strange owl casually flew into the room, perching on various pieces of furniture as Harry tried to determine whether or not Errol had finally snuffed it.
Seeing that he was still breathing Harry carefully leaned him in an upright position in Hedwig’s cage, before untying the letter and small parcel that he was carrying.
Excitedly Harry went around all of the birds, relieving them of their burdens before they flew off. Only Hedwig and Pig stayed; Hedwig placing herself gracefully on top of her cage, while Pig hooted concernedly at Errol before excitedly jabbing at him with his beak and making him fall of the perch, landing with a small flumph, still comatose.
Harry righted him before looking over his birthday presents. There were several packages from the Weasleys, as well as one from Hermione, Hagrid, and Lupin. Harry grinned to himself happily as he reached out to open the first letter.
Five minuets later he sat surrounded by presents, letters and wrapping paper, happily admiring his gifts. From Hermione he had received the usual tomb of knowledge, from Ron he had been given Quidditch supplies to replace the things he had run out off in his broomstick servicing kit. Mrs Weasley had sent massive amounts of puddings and cakes (hence why Errol had been sent, Pig simply could not have carried them all). He received some new sort of biscuit from Hagrid which looked like it was tying (and failing) to imitate a chocolate digestive, as well as a large poster of Norbert, who Hagrid had visited over the summer.
However his most bemusing present came from Lupin. It was a rather small, green leather bound book. It had no writing on its covers, but on the flyleaf were the words ‘Wizarding Transformations by Gilda Forman 1752.’
Harry was surprised at the age of the book and wondered why Lupin had given it to him. Lupin’s presents always had a purpose, but this one seemed rather out of the blue.
Harry flicked through to the table of contents page.
‘Polyjuice: a comprehensive guide
Disguise: inanimate objects, invisibility, changing personal characteristics.’
And right at the end
‘Animal transformations’
Harry smiled, chuckling quietly in his throat. It was perfect! God Lupin was clever, he had realised just what Harry needed. This would be his distraction, he could focus and work towards this…and when he achieved it, he would simply be able to change into his animal form and escape it all. Harry also knew that this would be what his father would have wanted and he would be proud of his son for achieving it.
Impulsively Harry hugged the book to him as he clambered into bed. Tomorrow he would read it carefully, but that night he drifted off to sleep thinking which animal he would be.
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Chapter One
It was the night before Harry Potter’s birthday, and as he had six years before, he counted down the time remaining until midnight.
However, unlike six years ago Harry’s feelings on his coming birthday were more ambiguous. As an eleven year old lying on the floor of the hut-on-the-rock, the sea, Harry had had little hope that his life would get better. Now he was eagerly awaiting presents and letters from his friends and people who he viewed as family, or as close to family as he would ever get.
Harry was also looking forward to the rest of the summer, knowing that his annual visit to the Weasley’s was drawing closer and closer. This would be the last time he would spend the summer at number four Privet Drive. In two weeks he would be free of the Dursleys forever.
Harry grinned happily at this thought. Truthfully it had been the only thing that could have made him come back. That, and the fact that from tomorrow the laws against underage magic would no longer apply to him. Finally he would be able to hold his own against the Dursleys. He would no longer be bullied and picked on, and if they tried, they would get the surprise of their lives. Harry giggled wickedly at this, imagining just what he would do to each of his relatives. He would also be able to take the Apparation test, enabling him to escape the Dursleys whenever he wished. He had waited longingly for this moment to come ever since that first dreadful summer holiday when the Dursleys had locked him in his room.
Yet despite this optimistic outlook Harry could not help but worry over turning seventeen.
Harry leaned his forehead against the cool pain of glass and sighed. Turning seventeen would be exciting. But…
‘Voldemort.’ Thought Harry as he banged his head against the window. ‘Bloody. Fucking. Voldemort.’
The events of the past year had only served to heighten his fear of what was to come. With things at such a fever pitch, Harry had no doubt about the increasing closeness of his final showdown with Voldemort.
He hated this, this enforced waiting, patiently counting down the days he had left.
Harry had found it hard to think of anything else all summer. Unlike Hogwarts, which was so busy and exciting that Harry was unable to brood much, the Dursleys provided no distractions from his morbid thoughts. They had eaten away at him all summer, only being briefly removed by letters from Ron and Hermione.
“Hogwarts will help.” He intoned under his breath. It had become a sort of mantra over the holidays. “I just need a distraction, an escape – something! Hogwarts will help.”
Desperate to focus on something else, Harry again turned to the clock on his bedside table.
One minute to go and he’d be seventeen. Thirty seconds…twenty… ten- Merlin he hoped that he’d get through this year, that it would somehow miraculously be better than the last - three – two – one –
BANG!
* * *
“Bloody owl!” Said Harry, as Errol slid down the windowpane.
Ignoring the fact that the bottom half of the window was open to allow him through, Errol had slammed into the closed top half. Harry quickly grabbed him before he fell off the widow ledge to his death, while Pig, Hedwig and a strange owl casually flew into the room, perching on various pieces of furniture as Harry tried to determine whether or not Errol had finally snuffed it.
Seeing that he was still breathing Harry carefully leaned him in an upright position in Hedwig’s cage, before untying the letter and small parcel that he was carrying.
Excitedly Harry went around all of the birds, relieving them of their burdens before they flew off. Only Hedwig and Pig stayed; Hedwig placing herself gracefully on top of her cage, while Pig hooted concernedly at Errol before excitedly jabbing at him with his beak and making him fall of the perch, landing with a small flumph, still comatose.
Harry righted him before looking over his birthday presents. There were several packages from the Weasleys, as well as one from Hermione, Hagrid, and Lupin. Harry grinned to himself happily as he reached out to open the first letter.
Five minuets later he sat surrounded by presents, letters and wrapping paper, happily admiring his gifts. From Hermione he had received the usual tomb of knowledge, from Ron he had been given Quidditch supplies to replace the things he had run out off in his broomstick servicing kit. Mrs Weasley had sent massive amounts of puddings and cakes (hence why Errol had been sent, Pig simply could not have carried them all). He received some new sort of biscuit from Hagrid which looked like it was tying (and failing) to imitate a chocolate digestive, as well as a large poster of Norbert, who Hagrid had visited over the summer.
However his most bemusing present came from Lupin. It was a rather small, green leather bound book. It had no writing on its covers, but on the flyleaf were the words ‘Wizarding Transformations by Gilda Forman 1752.’
Harry was surprised at the age of the book and wondered why Lupin had given it to him. Lupin’s presents always had a purpose, but this one seemed rather out of the blue.
Harry flicked through to the table of contents page.
‘Polyjuice: a comprehensive guide
Disguise: inanimate objects, invisibility, changing personal characteristics.’
And right at the end
‘Animal transformations’
Harry smiled, chuckling quietly in his throat. It was perfect! God Lupin was clever, he had realised just what Harry needed. This would be his distraction, he could focus and work towards this…and when he achieved it, he would simply be able to change into his animal form and escape it all. Harry also knew that this would be what his father would have wanted and he would be proud of his son for achieving it.
Impulsively Harry hugged the book to him as he clambered into bed. Tomorrow he would read it carefully, but that night he drifted off to sleep thinking which animal he would be.