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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
3,456
Reviews:
7
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Currently Reading:
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July 31, 1997
Journal of Draco Malfoy
July 31, 1997
Severus gave me a potion to fix my hair back as it was so that I would look nice again for mother\'s funeral. Father wasn\'t allowed to leave Azkaban so I had to give the eulogy.
I hated it. All of those people looking at me, waiting for me to cock it up. I know they were all judging me, thinking I was a terrible son for letting my mother die. Maybe it was a small blessing that my father wasn\'t here to accuse me as well. Severus says that it\'s not my fault, but that he can\'t convince the world of that. Only he believes in me.
She had very specific requests, which kept me from having to make a lot of unpleasant decisions. My mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Nothing could touch that, not even death.
When I was a child, I used to watch her putting on her make up to go out, brushing out her hair, smoothing the silk of her dress down. I loved her best in her casual robes, though, when she\'d let her long hair down in golden tendrils around her face and wore little to no make up.
Sunday mornings were like that. She\'d have brunch prepared and if I didn\'t come down before noon, she would bring up a tray and fuss that she was worried I was ill. She\'d feel my forehead and kiss it better when I complained of a headache. A lot of times I was faking it. Just waiting for her and those special moments where she\'d tell me how special and perfect I was.
She didn\'t do that after father was imprisoned. She was a ghost of herself when he left. I don\'t know if it was love or that she knew that things were going to fall apart. I suppose she hasn\'t been part of my life for a while. I wish she were. I wish I could\'ve told her about... all of this. I thought... she was going to be home. I thought that I could move back in with her and... but... that was not... to be.
I looked for the potion in the liquor cabinet one final time, but I couldn\'t find anything. Severus thinks perhaps she banished it to prevent anyone from finding it and saving her. She must have. I can\'t find it. Severus said I was wasting my time continuing to look for it.
I just wonder where she\'d have gotten such a potion. She was never very good at making them herself. Perhaps she sent an owl to an apothecary.
I took another bottle of father\'s brandy while I was mucking about in the liquor cabinet again. I\'m not sure if it even matters, really. If he\'s never coming out of Azkaban, it\'s my brandy anyway.
July 31, 1997
Severus gave me a potion to fix my hair back as it was so that I would look nice again for mother\'s funeral. Father wasn\'t allowed to leave Azkaban so I had to give the eulogy.
I hated it. All of those people looking at me, waiting for me to cock it up. I know they were all judging me, thinking I was a terrible son for letting my mother die. Maybe it was a small blessing that my father wasn\'t here to accuse me as well. Severus says that it\'s not my fault, but that he can\'t convince the world of that. Only he believes in me.
She had very specific requests, which kept me from having to make a lot of unpleasant decisions. My mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Nothing could touch that, not even death.
When I was a child, I used to watch her putting on her make up to go out, brushing out her hair, smoothing the silk of her dress down. I loved her best in her casual robes, though, when she\'d let her long hair down in golden tendrils around her face and wore little to no make up.
Sunday mornings were like that. She\'d have brunch prepared and if I didn\'t come down before noon, she would bring up a tray and fuss that she was worried I was ill. She\'d feel my forehead and kiss it better when I complained of a headache. A lot of times I was faking it. Just waiting for her and those special moments where she\'d tell me how special and perfect I was.
She didn\'t do that after father was imprisoned. She was a ghost of herself when he left. I don\'t know if it was love or that she knew that things were going to fall apart. I suppose she hasn\'t been part of my life for a while. I wish she were. I wish I could\'ve told her about... all of this. I thought... she was going to be home. I thought that I could move back in with her and... but... that was not... to be.
I looked for the potion in the liquor cabinet one final time, but I couldn\'t find anything. Severus thinks perhaps she banished it to prevent anyone from finding it and saving her. She must have. I can\'t find it. Severus said I was wasting my time continuing to look for it.
I just wonder where she\'d have gotten such a potion. She was never very good at making them herself. Perhaps she sent an owl to an apothecary.
I took another bottle of father\'s brandy while I was mucking about in the liquor cabinet again. I\'m not sure if it even matters, really. If he\'s never coming out of Azkaban, it\'s my brandy anyway.