Dark Endings
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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5,436
Reviews:
23
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Dark Endings
Title: Dark Endings
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M SLASH. That means GAY STUFF. If that angers you or goes against your religion or some crap along those lines, then DON’T READ THIS. More specific warnings will be posted in future chapters. But for now, if you’re a homophobic loser, then stop reading this right now! Thanks! :)
Summary: Harry changes his mind about his allegiance, but to whom? It isn’t possible that Harry would fight. . . for himself? Is it?
PROLOGUE
“Come on, Draco! Hurry up!” Narcissa yelled at her only son. She was flicking her wrist again and again, her wand sending folded, shrunken clothing into her trunk. She slammed the lid down, shrunk the trunk, and slipped it into her pocket, running down a hall in the Malfoy Manor, seeking her first-born’s bedroom door.
“I’m hurrying, mother!” Draco shouted back as he finished his hurried packing as well.
“Narcissa! Draco! Hurry up, the portkey’s almost ready!” Lucius shouted from the foyer.
The whole Malfoy family was chaotic. Lucius had become a spy for Albus Dumbledore. Somehow, Voldemort and his crew had found out and now Death Eaters were after them.
Desperate to escape, they had notified Dumbledore they were going on a vacation, assuring him Voldemort knew it as well, and they were attempting to flee to America on a Muggle cargo ship. Maybe, just maybe, the lack of magic would allow them to slip away, completely unnoticed.
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Only a couple of hours into their quest to cross the sea, the Malfoy family had become horrifyingly aware that a huge and magical storm was brewing overhead. The ship tossed in the waves, thunder rumbling loudly between flashes of lightning, as everything pointed to certain doom.
“Dray!” called a very drunk Lucius. “Draaaco, where are you going, son?”
Draco shook his head sadly, picking up the empty Vodka and rum bottles and tossing them in the dustbin. His parents had decided to get drunk to forget the approach of their deaths. The blond stood in the doorway to their quarters and sighed heavily. He was disgusted by their weakness and that he was still forbidden to use magic.
“Father, I’m trying to repack our things!” Draco snapped as he slammed their three trunks closed. Suddenly, the ship gave a huge lurch as it was struck by lightning. Draco shrieked in shock, and grabbed his parents by their arms, quickly shrinking the trunks and dropping them in his pocket.
“Where do I go, father? Mother, where should I take us!” he cried out nervously. Blond strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he spun around quickly, checking the room for anything suspicious. He was vaguely aware of guilt swelling in his conscience; he wondered if his discreet uses of magic had been what allowed Voldemort to find them.
Voldemort had the uncanny ability to not only know vaguely where his Death Eaters were, thanks to their Dark Marks, but to also be able to trace the magical reflections of certain wizards. And the snake lord could find every pureblood, including Draco.
The ship was going down, he could feel it. He heard the captain screaming commands but it would do no good. The storm threw another wave over the railings and Draco shouted as his mother began to slip away from him.
“Mother!” He clamped his hand around her wrist and bit his lip, eyes darting around carefully.
He could feel someone doing magic on the ship. They had to get out of there soon; they had to get somewhere safe.
The ceiling gave way, bits of plaster falling on all three of the blonds, before a wave of water crashed into their room. Their two small cots rose up in the water and Draco panicked as he was suddenly chest deep in water. This all felt vaguely like a Muggle motion film he had seen once, Titanic.
Trying to suppress the panic welling in his chest, he looked around and saw a reflection of their green sheets in his father’s drunken, unfocused eyes.
“Potter!”
Closing his eyes, Draco concentrated hard and Apparated himself to Harry’s presence. He and his parents landed directly into the Dursley’s home. He idly wondered where he was, but when he saw the slender black haired boy asleep on his bed, he started to shake with relief.
Until he saw Harry’s eyes fly open.
“Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing here!” Harry said, jumping off his bed as Draco fell to the ground with his parents following.
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“Is it done?”
“Yes, my lord. The ship sank quickly. There is no way the traitors could have escaped. Lucius and Narcissa were quite and Draco was too foolish to do anything. I felt their magic disappear as they died.”
Voldemort grinned happily. Yes, he took care of his traitors.
A/N: Please review. I’ll need all the encouragement I can get to revamp this long fic. It’s still not even finished. I haven’t written in years and am just now starting up again. Wish me luck! And review!
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend that is Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling.
Warnings: M/M SLASH. That means GAY STUFF. If that angers you or goes against your religion or some crap along those lines, then DON’T READ THIS. More specific warnings will be posted in future chapters. But for now, if you’re a homophobic loser, then stop reading this right now! Thanks! :)
Summary: Harry changes his mind about his allegiance, but to whom? It isn’t possible that Harry would fight. . . for himself? Is it?
“Come on, Draco! Hurry up!” Narcissa yelled at her only son. She was flicking her wrist again and again, her wand sending folded, shrunken clothing into her trunk. She slammed the lid down, shrunk the trunk, and slipped it into her pocket, running down a hall in the Malfoy Manor, seeking her first-born’s bedroom door.
“I’m hurrying, mother!” Draco shouted back as he finished his hurried packing as well.
“Narcissa! Draco! Hurry up, the portkey’s almost ready!” Lucius shouted from the foyer.
The whole Malfoy family was chaotic. Lucius had become a spy for Albus Dumbledore. Somehow, Voldemort and his crew had found out and now Death Eaters were after them.
Desperate to escape, they had notified Dumbledore they were going on a vacation, assuring him Voldemort knew it as well, and they were attempting to flee to America on a Muggle cargo ship. Maybe, just maybe, the lack of magic would allow them to slip away, completely unnoticed.
[|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|][|]
Only a couple of hours into their quest to cross the sea, the Malfoy family had become horrifyingly aware that a huge and magical storm was brewing overhead. The ship tossed in the waves, thunder rumbling loudly between flashes of lightning, as everything pointed to certain doom.
“Dray!” called a very drunk Lucius. “Draaaco, where are you going, son?”
Draco shook his head sadly, picking up the empty Vodka and rum bottles and tossing them in the dustbin. His parents had decided to get drunk to forget the approach of their deaths. The blond stood in the doorway to their quarters and sighed heavily. He was disgusted by their weakness and that he was still forbidden to use magic.
“Father, I’m trying to repack our things!” Draco snapped as he slammed their three trunks closed. Suddenly, the ship gave a huge lurch as it was struck by lightning. Draco shrieked in shock, and grabbed his parents by their arms, quickly shrinking the trunks and dropping them in his pocket.
“Where do I go, father? Mother, where should I take us!” he cried out nervously. Blond strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he spun around quickly, checking the room for anything suspicious. He was vaguely aware of guilt swelling in his conscience; he wondered if his discreet uses of magic had been what allowed Voldemort to find them.
Voldemort had the uncanny ability to not only know vaguely where his Death Eaters were, thanks to their Dark Marks, but to also be able to trace the magical reflections of certain wizards. And the snake lord could find every pureblood, including Draco.
The ship was going down, he could feel it. He heard the captain screaming commands but it would do no good. The storm threw another wave over the railings and Draco shouted as his mother began to slip away from him.
“Mother!” He clamped his hand around her wrist and bit his lip, eyes darting around carefully.
He could feel someone doing magic on the ship. They had to get out of there soon; they had to get somewhere safe.
The ceiling gave way, bits of plaster falling on all three of the blonds, before a wave of water crashed into their room. Their two small cots rose up in the water and Draco panicked as he was suddenly chest deep in water. This all felt vaguely like a Muggle motion film he had seen once, Titanic.
Trying to suppress the panic welling in his chest, he looked around and saw a reflection of their green sheets in his father’s drunken, unfocused eyes.
“Potter!”
Closing his eyes, Draco concentrated hard and Apparated himself to Harry’s presence. He and his parents landed directly into the Dursley’s home. He idly wondered where he was, but when he saw the slender black haired boy asleep on his bed, he started to shake with relief.
Until he saw Harry’s eyes fly open.
“Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing here!” Harry said, jumping off his bed as Draco fell to the ground with his parents following.
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“Is it done?”
“Yes, my lord. The ship sank quickly. There is no way the traitors could have escaped. Lucius and Narcissa were quite and Draco was too foolish to do anything. I felt their magic disappear as they died.”
Voldemort grinned happily. Yes, he took care of his traitors.
A/N: Please review. I’ll need all the encouragement I can get to revamp this long fic. It’s still not even finished. I haven’t written in years and am just now starting up again. Wish me luck! And review!