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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,178
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28
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Currently Reading:
1
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13...which is bad
***I\'m SORRY!!!! Jeeze...add a little mixture into the plot, and everyone gets sad...yes, Harry is awake, and yes...Draco is in Azkaban...it\'ll get better, and we all know...in the end,make their love stronger. If I get 14 done tonight to, I\'ll post it, okay? Dont\' hate me because I\'m twisted. :( The fluffy stuff will come back..and hopefully soon...so bear with me and pray for Draco\'s sanity in Azkaban.
The depths of hell would be better than this. There no tears, though the sadness was overwhelming. Cold. Bleak. In the distance the agonizing screams of other inmates could be heard. Insane ramblings. With the faintest grip on reason, I tried to stand up to the Dementor. But with every breath he took, happy memories escaped me.
Inside my mind I could see my father. I could feel the shame and the hurt when he fell to the ground. Every moment of torture in my life came to surface. Over and over playing like a movie. Any hope I had left was gone. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. I stared into space as life drained out of me.
Death would be sweet release. Though I couldn’t even get the energy up to kill myself.
It seemed like eternity until I saw light. The door had opened to my cell. I was paralyzed. Unable to move toward it. There was nothing but deep cold inside me. Crawling beneath my skin like a virus. Eating away at everything good. Consuming me in grief. I was being dragged. Then carried. My mouth was crammed with things, but I could taste nothing.
From somewhere I heard Harry’s voice. Calm and reassuring. But I was mute.
Unable to turn my head. Unable to feel. My eyes were open, but I could not see. Inside I was dead though my heart was beating. It was too strong and I was too weak.
A voice in my head kept screaming for Harry.
The light was hurting my eyes.
Someone was shaking me. Hard. Pleading with me to wake up.
Why should I? Harry was gone. Nothing was worth living anymore.
Slowly I let go of the threads of reality. And floated off into oblivion.
***It\'s short, but I didn\'t want to talk about his pain in Azkaban too much...it hurt me too...
The depths of hell would be better than this. There no tears, though the sadness was overwhelming. Cold. Bleak. In the distance the agonizing screams of other inmates could be heard. Insane ramblings. With the faintest grip on reason, I tried to stand up to the Dementor. But with every breath he took, happy memories escaped me.
Inside my mind I could see my father. I could feel the shame and the hurt when he fell to the ground. Every moment of torture in my life came to surface. Over and over playing like a movie. Any hope I had left was gone. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. I stared into space as life drained out of me.
Death would be sweet release. Though I couldn’t even get the energy up to kill myself.
It seemed like eternity until I saw light. The door had opened to my cell. I was paralyzed. Unable to move toward it. There was nothing but deep cold inside me. Crawling beneath my skin like a virus. Eating away at everything good. Consuming me in grief. I was being dragged. Then carried. My mouth was crammed with things, but I could taste nothing.
From somewhere I heard Harry’s voice. Calm and reassuring. But I was mute.
Unable to turn my head. Unable to feel. My eyes were open, but I could not see. Inside I was dead though my heart was beating. It was too strong and I was too weak.
A voice in my head kept screaming for Harry.
The light was hurting my eyes.
Someone was shaking me. Hard. Pleading with me to wake up.
Why should I? Harry was gone. Nothing was worth living anymore.
Slowly I let go of the threads of reality. And floated off into oblivion.
***It\'s short, but I didn\'t want to talk about his pain in Azkaban too much...it hurt me too...