The broken, The unwanted, and The Inhuman.
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Back to School....
The thin and weak form of a black-haired 17-year-old boy silently slipped into his small, near barren room. He was extremely thin, malnourished, and very much in pain. He winced heavily, his arms wrapped around his middle as if he could cradle his pain like an infant, his green eyes filled with pain from the ‘attention’ he was just given from his beloved ‘family’.
He couldn't believe it... Voldemort was dead… didn't that change things? It should have, it should have made things better, and it should have brightened the world. But it didn't…
There where still death eaters, there was still Rufus, and there was still his ‘family’.
His vision fogged and his mind swam, the pain making him fell almost drunk. He managed to take a few more light steps in the direction of his bed…
3 more...
2... almost there...
Just one more...
He made his body fall onto the bed, and winced at the pain, even though it was lighter than he had expected. He knew he had to let the ache pass before he moved again. So he did, cradled arms, curled up and all. After the pain dulled from stabbing to just plain soreness, he sighed and relaxed.
’Alas… Relief.’ He thought lamely, as he enjoyed a moment where the pain was passable. His mind was too foggy to recall all of the hateful; spiteful words that where given at the same time as his physical beating.
He saw a flash of green light from behind his eyelids, and heard someone moving. He dared not open his eyes or move in fear of who it was, as the hope it was a killing curse had faded... he was still alive, wasn't he? He was sure death had to be less painful than this. ‘Floo travel, maybe?’ He thought dumbly.
"Oh, God..." A young girlish voice said, making him smile. It was okay… it was her… it was his angel.
He opened his eyes, but all he saw through his haze and the dim light, was a flash of brilliant red hair. She floated over to him, as all angels do, taking the sight of him in. He decided to close his eyes and wait for the outburst that was likely to follow from the brilliant witch before him. She had found out what was really going on with his ‘family’ while he was home on summer Hols.
"You need to stop this; you can come to my house. Mum and Dad would love to have you. You need to quit letting this happen to yourself…you need to tell someone." Were among the words that he actually was able to follow.
He smiled at her, wishing he could run his hand though her red hair, kiss her red lips, hold her on his lap, and whisper in her ear about how much he loved her, and how much her worry meant to him… his Angel.
He was never really cared for as a child. But she truly cared for him, and for now, that meant everything.
She meant everything...
"We should get you out of here, come to my house. Mum would love to see you…"
"Just one more day..." He murmured from his pillow.
"What..." She said in light disbelief.
"One more day... my trunk is already packed, everything is ready to go to Hogwarts, it's all set...just give me one more day..." He said groggily.
She froze… He stayed still… She gave in… He knew she would.
"Just... just stay with me tonight…" He murmured while slowly moving his arm to make a pillow for her, offering her a spot next to him on his bed. "So someone can wake me up tomorrow in time for the train…" He said lamely, knowing it was a bad lie, but also knowing that his angel wouldn’t refute him.
Neither of them moved. She wanted to tell… He didn't… She wanted to leave… He wouldn't... He wanted to sleep… She wanted to stay up and argue…
She still hadn’t moved. He froze as ice started to form in his heart. Did he mess up…was this the time he had asked one thing to many? He couldn't bare it if she left. He'd been though so much these past years, he couldn't bear to lose his angel.
He was relieved when he heard her move, slowly, and grabbed the blankets at the bottom of the bed. She covered him and lay down next to him, her head lying lightly on his arm as she sobbed. He couldn’t help but smile… Oh, how he loved her.
He reached out with his other hand and brushed her bright red hair from her face. She continued to cry, crying for him… crying for them… crying for the state of the wizarding world. All the while he held her, comforted her, and let her cry.
"Fuck you, Theo Nott..." Came the sobbing words from his arm. Causing him to smile.
"Love you too Millicent." Was his only reply.
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Ron stepped out of the study at Number 12, his eyes fixed on his best mate with a dark look. Harry was sitting in front of the fireplace just staring into the fire, a cup of tea in his hand. Just like he had the last night, the night before that and the night before that. Ron sighed, wishing Harry hadn't insisted on stopping the flow of potions he should still be taking. Calming Draught, Dreamless sleep, Cheering... He could have been on them for another 2 weeks if he would have allowed it. But, being Harry, he had refused.
Hermione walked up to Ron, another pot of tea in her hands.
"Well?" he asked, giving Ron a hopeful look that seemed to beg for good news.
"Well, he does want another pot of tea..." Ron said listlessly to his girlfriend who in turn narrowed her eyes. "And he said we can all stop Mother-Henning him, he WANTS to return to Hogwarts.” He ended with a huff.
Hermione sighed and nodded. "Alright, If he wants to go..."
"Well, why shouldn't he go?" Ron said plainly, not really seeing a reason to leave him behind.
"I'm not saying he shouldn't Ronald, I'm just saying he should have the choice if he wants to go or not! " Hermione commented sharply.
"Just asking." Ron said, looking like a Hermione had just stolen his favorite stuffed animal. Hermione sighed, and felt guilty. She gave Ron a look that said she was sorry, and handed him the pot by the handle.
"Just... Give him some more tea, alright?"… ~Ok... I'm sorry... You forgive me? ~…
"Alright, love, I will."… ~Yes, I forgive you; don't worry. ~…
Hermione smiled happily and leaned forward to give him a kiss.
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From across the room Harry watched his two friends that where standing in the doorway. As they kissed, Harry's head snapped back forward. He looked back to the fire, his heart burning and his eyes blazing.
He hated them... he hated seeing them together... he hated the order... he hated the death eaters... he hated the bastard he had to kill. And of course, most of all, he hated himself and the damnable legend he had become.
Harry sighed, and took another long sip of tea, forcing himself back into the comfortable, controlling numbness he used in order to keep himself sane.
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Seamus yawned, not really wanting to wake up so early, even if it was to go to school. He raised his head, his glassy eyes only seeing a faint light coming from the window. Good, he could go back to sleep. He sighed and THUMPED his head back down on his warm, dark pillow. Imagine his surprise when the pillow thumped back.
"Oye..." Dean moaned with a wince after getting back at his lover. "Watch the arm."
Seamus winced as well and narrowed his eyes, then laid his head back down on his lover's arm.
"Oh, ye know ye lik' it rough." He said with a smirk.
"Not first thing in the morning." Dean replied after closing his own eyes.
"Oh? Should I wait a few 'ours then?" Seamus countered with a renewed smile.
"Not unless you LIKE sleeping alone." Dean countered, burying his head in the pillow, away from the light.
"Nah." Seamus replied with a yawn. "I like a full bed, thank ya very much."
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"Get up, NOW!" Pansy yelled, then shook the bed her boyfriend, Blaise, was laying in.
"PANS!" Blaise yelled, his deep voice booming from under the think embroidered covers. After a few moments of struggling he finally pulled his head out from the sheets and looked up to Pansy from his place in his personal four-poster. "You BETTER have a good reason for this."
"Yes, I do… SCHOOL! Draco's meeting us on the platform, and he has news for us. Now get up and I'll meet you down stairs."
"Merlin blast it, woman." Blaise said selfishly, tossing the covers back over his head, and mentally ducked from the impending fallout from the next Pansy-powered explosion.
"I CAME HERE to get you UP and READY for school… so… GET UP and GET READY!"
"Fine, Fine, Fine… " Blaise said, tossing his blanket off as he looked at his tiny, black-haired girlfriend while she looked at her tall, black, brown-eyed boyfriend.
"...But I better get a blow-job for this."
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Draco walked onto the platform, his charmed chest in tow behind him, his emotionless mask set well on his face. He inwardly smirked at the reactions and pointing of the other students. He never got sick of people pointing and talking about him in awed and fearful voices. Well okay, he did, but he had gone a long time without it. And that was before he was ‘Draco Malfoy, Death-eater denouncer and war hero.’ He stepped towards the platform and looked around, hoping to see one of the many people he knew.
Pansy and Blaise, if he was lucky…
He stared back and forth, looking from one end to another, when his nose caught that smell... the sweet, sweet smell of the Quidditch pitch, Spell after-cast, and other sweet things that had plagued him for over 8 years. That smell that started to torture him mercilessly after his 17th birthday. His eyes shot around the platform. Amongst the owls, students and moronic first years, HE was here.
HIM… my mate... the only one I want!
"Potter..." He whispered with a smirk, looking from side to side hoping to see him. From the way the wind was blowing, he had entered near the front of the train. The first or second cart maybe even the third. Draco smiled and walked towards the sweet scent, when two other smells caught his attention. ‘Blaise and Pansy’ He thought, while using his tall stature to peek into the windows.
Sure enough, there they where, in the fifth compartment in cart four. Draco grinned again, boarded the train, and headed straight for the compartment containing his friends. The second he walked in he was greeted by his friends. The train whistle blew once, giving a warning for its departure. Draco smirked and sat down as not to move or wake Nott (who was wearing a zipped-up muggle hoody and curled up childishly and napping comfortably on pampering Bulstrode's lap). Draco gave Nott an offended look, wondering how in the hell a proud Slytherin pure blood wizard could just curl up and nap like a toddler in the middle of a train… WHILE WEARING MUGGLE CLOTHES!
Still, the timing couldn't be more perfect. He'd sit and tell his best mates his plans, then wait until the train was underway. Then he'd go and see Potter and let him know of his intentions. Then the game would be on...
Oh, this year was going to be fun...
He couldn't believe it... Voldemort was dead… didn't that change things? It should have, it should have made things better, and it should have brightened the world. But it didn't…
There where still death eaters, there was still Rufus, and there was still his ‘family’.
His vision fogged and his mind swam, the pain making him fell almost drunk. He managed to take a few more light steps in the direction of his bed…
3 more...
2... almost there...
Just one more...
He made his body fall onto the bed, and winced at the pain, even though it was lighter than he had expected. He knew he had to let the ache pass before he moved again. So he did, cradled arms, curled up and all. After the pain dulled from stabbing to just plain soreness, he sighed and relaxed.
’Alas… Relief.’ He thought lamely, as he enjoyed a moment where the pain was passable. His mind was too foggy to recall all of the hateful; spiteful words that where given at the same time as his physical beating.
He saw a flash of green light from behind his eyelids, and heard someone moving. He dared not open his eyes or move in fear of who it was, as the hope it was a killing curse had faded... he was still alive, wasn't he? He was sure death had to be less painful than this. ‘Floo travel, maybe?’ He thought dumbly.
"Oh, God..." A young girlish voice said, making him smile. It was okay… it was her… it was his angel.
He opened his eyes, but all he saw through his haze and the dim light, was a flash of brilliant red hair. She floated over to him, as all angels do, taking the sight of him in. He decided to close his eyes and wait for the outburst that was likely to follow from the brilliant witch before him. She had found out what was really going on with his ‘family’ while he was home on summer Hols.
"You need to stop this; you can come to my house. Mum and Dad would love to have you. You need to quit letting this happen to yourself…you need to tell someone." Were among the words that he actually was able to follow.
He smiled at her, wishing he could run his hand though her red hair, kiss her red lips, hold her on his lap, and whisper in her ear about how much he loved her, and how much her worry meant to him… his Angel.
He was never really cared for as a child. But she truly cared for him, and for now, that meant everything.
She meant everything...
"We should get you out of here, come to my house. Mum would love to see you…"
"Just one more day..." He murmured from his pillow.
"What..." She said in light disbelief.
"One more day... my trunk is already packed, everything is ready to go to Hogwarts, it's all set...just give me one more day..." He said groggily.
She froze… He stayed still… She gave in… He knew she would.
"Just... just stay with me tonight…" He murmured while slowly moving his arm to make a pillow for her, offering her a spot next to him on his bed. "So someone can wake me up tomorrow in time for the train…" He said lamely, knowing it was a bad lie, but also knowing that his angel wouldn’t refute him.
Neither of them moved. She wanted to tell… He didn't… She wanted to leave… He wouldn't... He wanted to sleep… She wanted to stay up and argue…
She still hadn’t moved. He froze as ice started to form in his heart. Did he mess up…was this the time he had asked one thing to many? He couldn't bare it if she left. He'd been though so much these past years, he couldn't bear to lose his angel.
He was relieved when he heard her move, slowly, and grabbed the blankets at the bottom of the bed. She covered him and lay down next to him, her head lying lightly on his arm as she sobbed. He couldn’t help but smile… Oh, how he loved her.
He reached out with his other hand and brushed her bright red hair from her face. She continued to cry, crying for him… crying for them… crying for the state of the wizarding world. All the while he held her, comforted her, and let her cry.
"Fuck you, Theo Nott..." Came the sobbing words from his arm. Causing him to smile.
"Love you too Millicent." Was his only reply.
Ron stepped out of the study at Number 12, his eyes fixed on his best mate with a dark look. Harry was sitting in front of the fireplace just staring into the fire, a cup of tea in his hand. Just like he had the last night, the night before that and the night before that. Ron sighed, wishing Harry hadn't insisted on stopping the flow of potions he should still be taking. Calming Draught, Dreamless sleep, Cheering... He could have been on them for another 2 weeks if he would have allowed it. But, being Harry, he had refused.
Hermione walked up to Ron, another pot of tea in her hands.
"Well?" he asked, giving Ron a hopeful look that seemed to beg for good news.
"Well, he does want another pot of tea..." Ron said listlessly to his girlfriend who in turn narrowed her eyes. "And he said we can all stop Mother-Henning him, he WANTS to return to Hogwarts.” He ended with a huff.
Hermione sighed and nodded. "Alright, If he wants to go..."
"Well, why shouldn't he go?" Ron said plainly, not really seeing a reason to leave him behind.
"I'm not saying he shouldn't Ronald, I'm just saying he should have the choice if he wants to go or not! " Hermione commented sharply.
"Just asking." Ron said, looking like a Hermione had just stolen his favorite stuffed animal. Hermione sighed, and felt guilty. She gave Ron a look that said she was sorry, and handed him the pot by the handle.
"Just... Give him some more tea, alright?"… ~Ok... I'm sorry... You forgive me? ~…
"Alright, love, I will."… ~Yes, I forgive you; don't worry. ~…
Hermione smiled happily and leaned forward to give him a kiss.
From across the room Harry watched his two friends that where standing in the doorway. As they kissed, Harry's head snapped back forward. He looked back to the fire, his heart burning and his eyes blazing.
He hated them... he hated seeing them together... he hated the order... he hated the death eaters... he hated the bastard he had to kill. And of course, most of all, he hated himself and the damnable legend he had become.
Harry sighed, and took another long sip of tea, forcing himself back into the comfortable, controlling numbness he used in order to keep himself sane.
Seamus yawned, not really wanting to wake up so early, even if it was to go to school. He raised his head, his glassy eyes only seeing a faint light coming from the window. Good, he could go back to sleep. He sighed and THUMPED his head back down on his warm, dark pillow. Imagine his surprise when the pillow thumped back.
"Oye..." Dean moaned with a wince after getting back at his lover. "Watch the arm."
Seamus winced as well and narrowed his eyes, then laid his head back down on his lover's arm.
"Oh, ye know ye lik' it rough." He said with a smirk.
"Not first thing in the morning." Dean replied after closing his own eyes.
"Oh? Should I wait a few 'ours then?" Seamus countered with a renewed smile.
"Not unless you LIKE sleeping alone." Dean countered, burying his head in the pillow, away from the light.
"Nah." Seamus replied with a yawn. "I like a full bed, thank ya very much."
"Get up, NOW!" Pansy yelled, then shook the bed her boyfriend, Blaise, was laying in.
"PANS!" Blaise yelled, his deep voice booming from under the think embroidered covers. After a few moments of struggling he finally pulled his head out from the sheets and looked up to Pansy from his place in his personal four-poster. "You BETTER have a good reason for this."
"Yes, I do… SCHOOL! Draco's meeting us on the platform, and he has news for us. Now get up and I'll meet you down stairs."
"Merlin blast it, woman." Blaise said selfishly, tossing the covers back over his head, and mentally ducked from the impending fallout from the next Pansy-powered explosion.
"I CAME HERE to get you UP and READY for school… so… GET UP and GET READY!"
"Fine, Fine, Fine… " Blaise said, tossing his blanket off as he looked at his tiny, black-haired girlfriend while she looked at her tall, black, brown-eyed boyfriend.
"...But I better get a blow-job for this."
Draco walked onto the platform, his charmed chest in tow behind him, his emotionless mask set well on his face. He inwardly smirked at the reactions and pointing of the other students. He never got sick of people pointing and talking about him in awed and fearful voices. Well okay, he did, but he had gone a long time without it. And that was before he was ‘Draco Malfoy, Death-eater denouncer and war hero.’ He stepped towards the platform and looked around, hoping to see one of the many people he knew.
Pansy and Blaise, if he was lucky…
He stared back and forth, looking from one end to another, when his nose caught that smell... the sweet, sweet smell of the Quidditch pitch, Spell after-cast, and other sweet things that had plagued him for over 8 years. That smell that started to torture him mercilessly after his 17th birthday. His eyes shot around the platform. Amongst the owls, students and moronic first years, HE was here.
HIM… my mate... the only one I want!
"Potter..." He whispered with a smirk, looking from side to side hoping to see him. From the way the wind was blowing, he had entered near the front of the train. The first or second cart maybe even the third. Draco smiled and walked towards the sweet scent, when two other smells caught his attention. ‘Blaise and Pansy’ He thought, while using his tall stature to peek into the windows.
Sure enough, there they where, in the fifth compartment in cart four. Draco grinned again, boarded the train, and headed straight for the compartment containing his friends. The second he walked in he was greeted by his friends. The train whistle blew once, giving a warning for its departure. Draco smirked and sat down as not to move or wake Nott (who was wearing a zipped-up muggle hoody and curled up childishly and napping comfortably on pampering Bulstrode's lap). Draco gave Nott an offended look, wondering how in the hell a proud Slytherin pure blood wizard could just curl up and nap like a toddler in the middle of a train… WHILE WEARING MUGGLE CLOTHES!
Still, the timing couldn't be more perfect. He'd sit and tell his best mates his plans, then wait until the train was underway. Then he'd go and see Potter and let him know of his intentions. Then the game would be on...
Oh, this year was going to be fun...