Dragon and Savior
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,605
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dragon and Savior
Author’s note: This is definitely different than my normal styles of writing. I went for the “all dialogue” approach, instead of a fuck-ton of exposition like my other works are. Well, like “Touching the Untouchable” anyway. Alright, here’s the background info on this story: I’m in London, and I have a ticket to go see the play Equus, starring none other than Harry Potter himself—Daniel Radcliffe! I’m going tonight, and I bought a copy of the play at Borders yesterday. I read it this morning…fucking dark…and anyway, that was the inspiration for this short fic. Since Daniel Radcliffe plays Alan Strang in the play, I wrote a “horse based” fic for Harry Potter!
I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or counselor. And I know that it would probably take more than seven sessions…but time was short. I hope it’s still believable. I wrote it without any direction of emotion (unless the emotion was obvious) so I hope that you will superimpose whatever you’re feeling onto the story to make it real for you.
The dialogue takes place between Harry and his psychiatrist (you’ll see who it is in the story.)
I think it’ll become clear what’s going on…by the end, anyway.
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Dragon and Savior
Prologue
“What in the world?”
“Wizard…eighteen…tried to commit suicide with a hoof pick…we’ve stopped the bleeding, and his vitals are stable…he was found curled in a stall with the bloody hoof pick, trying to push it into his chest…bloody unnatural, that…we gave him a sedative in the ambulance…only way to bring the poor sod around and quiet him down…”
“Alright, bring him to this room here. That’s it; nice and easy, now. One, two, three, oof! Alright, lad, there you go. You just sleep now, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Dr. Albert Dumbledore pulled the sheets up to his newest patient’s chin, and then turned to the Emergency Medical Technician who had briefed him. Holding out his hand, he shook the Muggle’s hand and thanked him profoundly for bringing the young wizard to the Hogwarts Wizarding Hospital. He paused in the doorway, casting one last glance back to the sleeping figure on the bed.
Never thought I’d see the day when I’d be treating Harry Potter, of all people, he thought to himself. He headed back to his office, which had been his father’s office before him, back when Albus Dumbledore was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Back in the days when Voldemort was a name mentioned in a whisper, out of terror; back in the days before Hogwarts Castle was destroyed in the Final Battle of Good and Evil; back in the days when Harry Potter had walked those halls, training for the fight of his, and the rest of the world’s, life. His father, Albus, had been Harry’s mentor and guardian; he had perished in the Final Battle, but not before he had given his son a final missive.
Albert, that boy is going to need a world of help and strong support before he can truly be at peace. Please, help him.
It had been a year since Voldemort, and Albus, had died. A year to the exact date, in fact. Albert looked at his calendar bemusedly: June 5th. It looked as if his help was needed now.
I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist, or counselor. And I know that it would probably take more than seven sessions…but time was short. I hope it’s still believable. I wrote it without any direction of emotion (unless the emotion was obvious) so I hope that you will superimpose whatever you’re feeling onto the story to make it real for you.
The dialogue takes place between Harry and his psychiatrist (you’ll see who it is in the story.)
I think it’ll become clear what’s going on…by the end, anyway.
**********
Dragon and Savior
Prologue
“What in the world?”
“Wizard…eighteen…tried to commit suicide with a hoof pick…we’ve stopped the bleeding, and his vitals are stable…he was found curled in a stall with the bloody hoof pick, trying to push it into his chest…bloody unnatural, that…we gave him a sedative in the ambulance…only way to bring the poor sod around and quiet him down…”
“Alright, bring him to this room here. That’s it; nice and easy, now. One, two, three, oof! Alright, lad, there you go. You just sleep now, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Dr. Albert Dumbledore pulled the sheets up to his newest patient’s chin, and then turned to the Emergency Medical Technician who had briefed him. Holding out his hand, he shook the Muggle’s hand and thanked him profoundly for bringing the young wizard to the Hogwarts Wizarding Hospital. He paused in the doorway, casting one last glance back to the sleeping figure on the bed.
Never thought I’d see the day when I’d be treating Harry Potter, of all people, he thought to himself. He headed back to his office, which had been his father’s office before him, back when Albus Dumbledore was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Back in the days when Voldemort was a name mentioned in a whisper, out of terror; back in the days before Hogwarts Castle was destroyed in the Final Battle of Good and Evil; back in the days when Harry Potter had walked those halls, training for the fight of his, and the rest of the world’s, life. His father, Albus, had been Harry’s mentor and guardian; he had perished in the Final Battle, but not before he had given his son a final missive.
Albert, that boy is going to need a world of help and strong support before he can truly be at peace. Please, help him.
It had been a year since Voldemort, and Albus, had died. A year to the exact date, in fact. Albert looked at his calendar bemusedly: June 5th. It looked as if his help was needed now.