The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul

Title: The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul

Description: Years after the end of the war and it’s like “Who’s Harry Potter?” Forced to relive past traumas in his forgotten existence Harry seems to draw further away from life when certain blonds try to pry their way back into his world. R&R please! M/M, OC (sorta), Slash

Category Harry Potter books

Subcategory: Harry/Draco

Rating: R (may be NC-17 at some points)

Just so you know Harry Potter and all recognizable names and places and drinks and whatever belong to J.K. Rowling and I therefore own everything else. ::sniffle:: I want DRACO!! He’s mine… mine I tell you! He belongs to me!! Harry and all else is hers but Draco is mine!!

A/N: sorry… no men in white coats this time… they are on a coffee break and decided to let me tag along. So, please, read, review and enjoy!

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Recap: “Can I get you anything?” He attempted a smile but failed miserably as his watery-gray eyes met sharp green ones.

And now to chapter ten…………………
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chapter ten…………………
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“Yea, how about a hug? Or an explanation? Or maybe you would like to skip all that and go straight to the nearest bedroom and proceed to shag, fuck, or otherwise screw me senseless?” Harry shot out; trying to take in every little detail about Draco he could in as little time as possible. He noticed a small tattoo on Draco’s hip that resembled a lion as well as the tear tracks trailing down his extremely tired looking face. He missed, however, the completely glazed over eyes staring back at him.

“Harry!” Alexia reprimanded as she smacked him upside the head. “I am so sorry Draco, really. Maybe we should go? We could come back… later?” She hesitated before taking a step closer to Draco, slowly raising her hand to place it comfortingly on his shoulder.

Draco stepped back and walked to the kitchen. “I was referring to drinks of some sort. I could whip something up I guess. Rum, vodka, oh wait, you never liked those much did you, Harry? I may have some firewhiskey somewhere in the liquor cabinet behind you if you prefer. Iced tea with lemon, right Lexie?” Draco fumbled around for the beverages, his glazed eyes struggling to read the labels clearly.

“Alcohol this early in the morning, Draco? Are you nuts!?” Harry followed Draco into the kitchen and pulled the other man into his arms. “Please, I just want you.” Harry bent his head to kiss Draco’s neck and inhale his intoxicating scent. Vanilla, mint, Draco and… was that alcohol? Harry pulled back slowly, confusion gracing his features. “Were you drinking already?”

Draco pulled away from Harry, upset and confused. “No! And shut the fuck up, Potter! I don’t need this shit right now!” He glared angrily at Harry. “If I wanted to have it thrown in my face that you weren’t the same Potter I fell in love with and would have died for, I would have gone to your place! Wait! I did! And I realized that you didn’t remember me or want to remember me! Not only that but you had moved on! Long gone!” Draco shoved past Harry, grabbing another bottle of wine as he passed him. “Seriously, Potter, I loved you. Do you know how hard it is to lose the only person I loved enough to stand against not only my mother but my father as well? Have you any fucking idea!? NO! You have NO fucking idea what I’ve been through!”

“I…” Harry began but paused as he saw a tiny dragon slither into the room, looking exhausted if dragons could.

“Draco, I know it’s been rough,” Alexia began and shifted to comfort him but hesitated.

Eien crawled into the room slowly, exhausted but not too exhausted to do something. “Dray… I need you.” Draco spun around sharply, his hair whipping around his face in the process.

“Yes, Eien?” Draco walked over to the dragon and placed the bottle on the floor. He scooped up the tiny dragon and held him close. “You are supposed to be resting… in bed.” Draco sniffled and shook his head against the tears of anger that refused to leave him alone. “You shouldn’t… you should be resting… resting…” Draco collapsed in the middle of the room, all the while hugging the dragon tightly.

“Hush, I’ll be fine this way.” He nudged Draco’s chin lovingly and chirped playfully. He settled in Draco’s arms and swiveled his head to face the very shocked Harry. “Hi Harry, I’m glad to see you again.” His voice, though soft and somewhat weak was still as melodious as Harry remembered Mackie’s voice.

“Mackie!?” Harry sputtered. He dropped to the floor in front of Draco, not once losing eye contact with Eien.

“Listen to me, Harry,” Eien nodded as he continued softly. “Draco has had a rough few days, so please give him the benefit of the doubt here. He also isn’t as strong as you may remember him to be. Hasn’t done much in the way of magic since the war ended.” Draco shivered and sniffled a few times.

Alexia walked into the bedroom, grabbed a blanket off the bed and returned to the living room, draping the blanket over Draco’s shoulders before sitting on the floor next to him.

“Keep in mind,” Eien continued, “seeing you was quite a shock. A relief, if you will, but a stab of pain all the same. He just found out his father died and that his home was destroyed. This is all he has, Harry. What you see in front of you is all that’s left of the Draco Malfoy you knew back in school.”

“You’re a dragon…” Harry sputtered, still unable to realize the obvious.

Alexia smacked her forehead. “Yes Harry, thank you for pointing out the obvious.” She glanced at Draco and once again moved to place a hand on his shoulder. When Draco didn’t flinch away she slowly moved her hand up and down his back in soothing circles.

“Yes Harry, I am a dragon. And you’re an idiot.” Eien narrowed his gaze, not once raising his voice to imply how angry he was at Harry. “Did you really think Draco would fall into your hands again? He has been through hell since the end of the war,” he lowered his voice to a soft whisper, curling in on himself. “He’s been through hell alone. Not even I can comfort him, Harry. That was your job.” He looked up and searched Harry’s eyes for some sort of answer. “And you scared him yesterday when you didn’t recognize him. That was the last straw, friend. He couldn’t hold it together after we left.”

“Hush, Eien.” Draco cooed and clutched Eien closer to him. “It doesn’t matter what happened. The last thing he saw was my father stabbing me from behind.” Draco looked up at Harry. “It was a distraction so I could get out of the war alive. He thought it would be the easiest thing to forgive if he was the one putting me out of commission and at the same time assuring my escape from the war. He also thanked me for doing what he couldn’t.” Draco took a deep breath and looked around for the bottle of wine.

“No more wine, Dray, you have had nearly two bottles in the past twenty four hours as it is. You don’t need a third.” Eien scolded, immediately bringing Draco back to the conversation.

Draco whimpered softly at the scolding but continued explaining. “It was all an act, Harry. He didn’t want me killed so he hurt me just enough to look real and to get me out of harm’s way. He was a good man, Harry, the best father in the world. Did you really believe he was such a terrible man when he was alive?” Draco tiredly searched Harry’s eyes for the answer he knew he was going to receive.

“Yes.” Harry’s gaze was sharp and pierced through Draco’s heart and defenses. The only thing was that he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Okay then, this isn’t getting us anywhere,” Alexia commented before any more damage could be done. “Eien, Draco’s right, this isn’t helping anything. Harry shut your trap. And Draco,” she paused as her searching gaze rested on the broken man next to her. “Come here.” She opened her arms and Draco practically fell into the embrace. “There now,” she cooed, her arms circling his frail body and tracing patterns across his back.

Eien slithered slowly from Draco’s limp arms and settled himself in front of Harry. “I still don’t like your recent actions, Harry, but I respect Draco and everything he has ever done,” he hissed softly so Draco couldn’t hear. Harry just sat dumbly, staring at the crying, shattered man he once knew, the elf trying to console him, and the protective, though worn-out little dragon. “He doesn’t need your anger, or your frustration. He needs your strength. He…” Eien paused and cocked his head to the side, listening. “Dray, you weren’t expecting the stupid red-headed wench, were you?”

Draco stiffened in Alexia’s arms and his eyes grew immensely wide. “Make her go away, Lexie. Send her away.” He pushed himself from the warm circle of Alexia’s arms and struggled to his feet, swaying in the process. “Make her go away. I don’t want to see her. I don’t ever want to see her.” He stumbled over his own two feet and nearly fell but managed to catch himself before kissing the floor. “Make her leave.” A choked sob erupted from his mouth and Harry reacted before anyone else.

“Come on, bathroom.” He wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, feeling how thin he had become beneath the satin robe. Eien narrowed his eyes once more at the two retreating forms before nudging Alexia’s leg.

“You missy, up.” Alexia stared at the dragon before rising herself. “Not just you, sweetheart.” Eien rolled his eyes as the elf knelt down to scoop him up. “On the couch with me then go answer the door and tell that wench some stupid lie. Draco hates her with a fiery passion and she keeps pestering him. Go, go, go!” He sighed heavily in exhaustion. Alexia nodded and placed Eien onto the couch. He curled up quietly and watched Alexia walk back towards the front door.

“Hi there, can I help you?” Alexia’s voice floated down the hall.

“Yea, is Draco here? My brother stopped by the other day and said he looked worse for wear and, well, I wanted to check up on him. Maybe take him out to eat or something.” A female’s voice, young and perky, replied. Eien shuddered on the couch.

“Sorry, Draco’s not here. He went out of town for a few days and asked me to keep tabs on the house. Sorry, err, what was your name again?”

“Weasley, Ginny Weasley.”

“Right, Ginny… you know, I can leave a message that you stopped by…” Alexia began.

“I’d rather you just move so I can talk to him now,” Ginny cut her off. “I don’t appreciate being lied to. He never goes out of town for a few days.”

“Well he did and that’s that. So I’ll leave a message you were here and…”

“I know he’s here now move before I do something you’ll regret.” Ginny sneered and tried to move past Alexia.

“You’ll do what, hmm? Cast a spell on me? Honestly, no wonder he doesn’t like you. Get lost before I do something you’ll regret.” Alexia glared angrily at the young witch, sensing her victory.

“Fine, when will he be back from his little trip?”

“When he feels like it. Good bye.” Alexia shut the door in Ginny’s face and wondered how to make the woman leave magically.

“You are so rude!” Ginny shouted through the door. She stared at the door angrily for a moment as if her staring would bring Draco to the door before turning on her heels and stalking off. “Stupid, ugly, slutty, pain in my ass, mother fucking…” Ginny grumbled as she continued down the sidewalk and around the corner, Apparating back to the Ministry of Magic.

A man standing quietly at the corner watched her go before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Stupid girl,” he sneered. Walking up to the door he raised his hand to knock. Before he could a haggard-looking Draco pulled the door open.

“Go away you filthy, vile, ugly vermin!” he shouted at the man, not quite realizing that it wasn’t Ginny before strong arms pulled him back.

“Oy, sorry sir. He’s not feeling too…” Harry’s voice vanished as he took in the tall man at the door. “Sir…” Draco tugged away from his arms and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. Harry stood dumbfounded in place, his eyes locked with the black eyes of the visitor. Eien’s head lifted at Harry’s mumbling and he saw Draco rush past into the bathroom.

“Who’s here?” he asked just loud enough to bring Harry out of his frozen state.

Harry shook his head and glanced nervously towards Eien, who had started to pull himself off the couch. Harry darted to catch the dragon before he fell and caught him just as he slipped. He turned back to the visitor, Eien curled in his arms with his eyes shut. “I’m sorry sir, could you … umm, you shouldn’t… it’s not what you think!” Even after all the years since the war and the time spent finally understanding the man he still shied away from that piercing look.

“Oh really, Mr. Potter? What would it be then, if it’s not what I think?” His voice was cold, but beneath that there was a concern for Draco, whose head appeared through the doorframe at the end of the hallway.

“I… he… err…” Harry stumbled over the words, watching as the man walked into the house and shut the door behind him.

“I’m not coming back!” Draco shouted, clasped a hand over his mouth, and darted back to the bathroom.

Alexia appeared in the doorway, flustered, and took in the whole scene. Eien was comatose in Harry’s arms, Draco was vomiting in the bathroom, Harry was stunned silent and the visitor was standing darkly just beyond the door. “This can’t be good,” she whispered under her breath. “This can’t be good at all.”


A/N: oyshie!!! I know it got weird at the end and I’m sorry but… can ya guess who it is?? Can ya? Can ya? CAN YA!? Heh heh … shouldn’t be too hard…