Distant Glow
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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4
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2,312
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12
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Of the snow
Distant Glow, Part 1- Silent Storm:
Chapter 1- Of the Snow
The funeral was July 19th, not but a week or so before Harry was to turn 16. And oddly enough, it was (in July mind you) still raining. That wasn’t the only thing that made the funeral... different. The other... oddity... was that there was no body. Sirius’s body had never been retrieved. Harry was quietly contemplating where Sirius’s body was, when he heard-
“This has got to be the most boring thing I have ever been to.” That haughty drawl was unmistakable; it belonged to Draco Malfoy. “Why are we even here?”
“Because Draco,” said Narcissa in her usual prissy tone, “it would look bad if we weren’t here. Sirius was a pureblood and he was family. So please dear, deal with it.”
Draco scowled at his mother. “Why isn’t father here then?”
Narcissa heaved a heavy sigh. “Your father is a busy man Dracie. He had some unmentionable business to attend to today.”
Draco stuck out his lower lip in a ‘poor me’ pout and followed behind his mother, stopping only when he passed Harry. “Be scared Potter,” he hisse. “Your protector is dead. You’re mine now.”
Harry winced inwardly, but remained calm on the outside, “We’ll see about that Malfoy. Now hurry along before you get separated from your dear mum.”
Draco opened his mouth to utter a witty retort, but one came. Finally he just said, “I’ll get you Potter,” then rushed off to find his mother.
“Harry, what was that all about?” Hermione asked in her motherly voice as she walked up behind him. Ron followed close behind.
“Malfoy threatened me.” Harry answered bitterly. “Nothing new.”
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, is that all?” Harry nodded.
“Is that all?” Ron mocked in a high-pitched voice. “‘Mione! He threatened Harry! That’s bad.” Ron shuddered and clapped Harry on the shoulder. “Glad it wasn’t me mate.”
Harry smiled wryly. “Thanks Ron. Thanks soo much.”
Meanwhile, Hermione was busy glaring holes into the back of Draco’s head. “He must have a heart of ice to threaten someone at a funeral.” she muttered fiercely.
“Yeah, ice.” Ron agreed distantly. He was drawing a stick figure in the mud. He labeled it ‘Malfoy’. Then he drew an icicle smashing ‘Malfoy’.
Harry laughed hollowly. “Or maybe snow.”
“That’s it!” exclaimed Ron. “Malfoy has some evil little snowman in him instead of a heart. I knew he wasn’t human!!”
Both Hermione and Harry looked at Ron like he’d grown a second head. “What?!?” he asked. The other two just shook their heads. “Was it something I said?”
-tbc-
Chapter 1- Of the Snow
The funeral was July 19th, not but a week or so before Harry was to turn 16. And oddly enough, it was (in July mind you) still raining. That wasn’t the only thing that made the funeral... different. The other... oddity... was that there was no body. Sirius’s body had never been retrieved. Harry was quietly contemplating where Sirius’s body was, when he heard-
“This has got to be the most boring thing I have ever been to.” That haughty drawl was unmistakable; it belonged to Draco Malfoy. “Why are we even here?”
“Because Draco,” said Narcissa in her usual prissy tone, “it would look bad if we weren’t here. Sirius was a pureblood and he was family. So please dear, deal with it.”
Draco scowled at his mother. “Why isn’t father here then?”
Narcissa heaved a heavy sigh. “Your father is a busy man Dracie. He had some unmentionable business to attend to today.”
Draco stuck out his lower lip in a ‘poor me’ pout and followed behind his mother, stopping only when he passed Harry. “Be scared Potter,” he hisse. “Your protector is dead. You’re mine now.”
Harry winced inwardly, but remained calm on the outside, “We’ll see about that Malfoy. Now hurry along before you get separated from your dear mum.”
Draco opened his mouth to utter a witty retort, but one came. Finally he just said, “I’ll get you Potter,” then rushed off to find his mother.
“Harry, what was that all about?” Hermione asked in her motherly voice as she walked up behind him. Ron followed close behind.
“Malfoy threatened me.” Harry answered bitterly. “Nothing new.”
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, is that all?” Harry nodded.
“Is that all?” Ron mocked in a high-pitched voice. “‘Mione! He threatened Harry! That’s bad.” Ron shuddered and clapped Harry on the shoulder. “Glad it wasn’t me mate.”
Harry smiled wryly. “Thanks Ron. Thanks soo much.”
Meanwhile, Hermione was busy glaring holes into the back of Draco’s head. “He must have a heart of ice to threaten someone at a funeral.” she muttered fiercely.
“Yeah, ice.” Ron agreed distantly. He was drawing a stick figure in the mud. He labeled it ‘Malfoy’. Then he drew an icicle smashing ‘Malfoy’.
Harry laughed hollowly. “Or maybe snow.”
“That’s it!” exclaimed Ron. “Malfoy has some evil little snowman in him instead of a heart. I knew he wasn’t human!!”
Both Hermione and Harry looked at Ron like he’d grown a second head. “What?!?” he asked. The other two just shook their heads. “Was it something I said?”
-tbc-