Madness ***Complete***
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,592
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,592
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Thoughts
Chapter 1: Thoughts
(((…Accident…)))
It was an accident.
That day, it had seemed completely normal.
They were outside, Harry and some of the other Gryffindors. It was a Sunday, so no classes. Hermione was working with Neville on some spell or another and it had all been so normal.
Harry had been sitting cross-legged on the grass working on a potions essay when Malfoy and a few other Slytherins had come upon them.
Even the fight had been normal. It had started with insults then escalated until they were brandishing wands at one another.
But then things had gone wrong. Malfoy had somehow turned to insulting Neville and the quite boy had lost control.
Somehow Malfoy had known of Neville’s parents and used it against him and now Neville was casting a spell. Only the spell was wrong.
It shouldn’t have happened. Neville was the quite one, the one who should have cowered. But he hadn’t. He had stood up and faced Malfoy, his face red with rage.
He had aimed it at Malfoy but Harry was standing too close to Draco…if only he had been a few paces away. But he hadn’t and as the violet light hit Malfoy it had spread until it was encompassing Harry as well.
At the time no one knew what the spell was doing. It had gone wrong and no one knew what was happening, especially not Neville. There had been screams and a few sobs as the two boys had fallen to their knees, pain evident on their faces.
It really shouldn’t have happened. The spell should never have occurred. It was a mistake. An accident. A freak of emotion and power let loose by an unstable teenager. It shouldn‘t have happened…but it did.
When the light had faded the two boys did not move. Pansy was fluttering around Draco, asking meaningless questions. Hermione was doing the same with Harry as both Ron and Blaise had screamed at poor Neville.
It was only when Hermione, with tears streaming down her face, said they should get Madame Pomfery that Harry tried to speak. He rasped in a voice horse as though he had been screaming, “No, don’t Hermione.”
“H…Harry? What happened? What was that spell?” the Gryffindor witch had sobbed.
“I…it was just pain, Mione. That’s all. Like Cruciartus. But it’s over now,” Harry explained.
“OH GODS! DRACO?” Pansy screamed tugging at Draco’s arm.
Harry winced in sympathy, knowing how much that would hurt. But Draco had made no noise. He only glared at Pansy then pushed himself to his feet.
“Nice one Longbottom,” had been the only words Draco spoke to the terrified boy. But his voice held no threat, it sounded almost admiring.
They had thought that was all. Just a bit of pain and the incident was over. Time passed. A day, then a week. They left Hogwarts, returning home for the summer. Time slowed but did not stop it’s march. Another week passed…and it began…
(((…Hear…)))
Draco lay in his bed. The walls of his room fell in around him, closing the world off. All that was left was his own shell, his breath to fill the dark.
His thoughts were gone with the light. There was nothing but his own body, his own soul…and that too would soon be devoured by the dark.
‘Damn it!’
Draco sat up, his mind breaking the quite he had lulled himself into. ‘That wasn’t my thought…what the hell?’
‘Shit, shit, shit!’
There it was again. Not his thoughts yet in his head. Was he going mad?
‘Don’t open the door, please don’t open the door.’
The mystery voice was begging now. Draco held his breath, waiting to hear more.
‘Please don’t open the door. The light wasn’t on! You didn’t see anything!’
What light? Who? Draco let his breath go as the voice quieted. But he had acted to soon. A scream split his head, agony.
‘D…damn you! You fat Bastard!’
‘Potter?’
(((…Pain…)))
Harry held the scream in his mind, refusing to cry aloud. The pain was excruciating. The red blood painted his skin like a mock banner. It dribbled across the muscles of his arms and between his fingers.
‘You’ve punished me now go away…please go away…’
Vernon smiled down at him. He pried the knife from Harry’s shoulder and slashed him across the cheek. Harry turned his head with the blade, letting it slice his skin…but not deep.
‘You’ve marred me again. You’ve done enough. Go to bed. Leave me alone.’
“That’s what you get!” Vernon was saying.
‘Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!’
“Bloody freak, should have thrown you out when I had the chance!”
‘Stuff it you fat pig! You’ve made me bleed, now take your blade and leave!’
The taunts continued for another six minutes. One more cut to Harry’s bare chest. Then Vernon was leaving.
‘God. Fuck!’ Harry fought to swallow his tears. His shoulder hurt so bad. Ripping a thin streamer from the shirt he had abandoned the day before he bound his wound and curled on his bed. ‘Fuck you. Burn in hell. Writhe in your own filth and choke on your vomit! I’ll curse you to Hades if I have to. You’ll all burn…I swear you will…’
_____________________________
A/N: Please review
(((…Accident…)))
It was an accident.
That day, it had seemed completely normal.
They were outside, Harry and some of the other Gryffindors. It was a Sunday, so no classes. Hermione was working with Neville on some spell or another and it had all been so normal.
Harry had been sitting cross-legged on the grass working on a potions essay when Malfoy and a few other Slytherins had come upon them.
Even the fight had been normal. It had started with insults then escalated until they were brandishing wands at one another.
But then things had gone wrong. Malfoy had somehow turned to insulting Neville and the quite boy had lost control.
Somehow Malfoy had known of Neville’s parents and used it against him and now Neville was casting a spell. Only the spell was wrong.
It shouldn’t have happened. Neville was the quite one, the one who should have cowered. But he hadn’t. He had stood up and faced Malfoy, his face red with rage.
He had aimed it at Malfoy but Harry was standing too close to Draco…if only he had been a few paces away. But he hadn’t and as the violet light hit Malfoy it had spread until it was encompassing Harry as well.
At the time no one knew what the spell was doing. It had gone wrong and no one knew what was happening, especially not Neville. There had been screams and a few sobs as the two boys had fallen to their knees, pain evident on their faces.
It really shouldn’t have happened. The spell should never have occurred. It was a mistake. An accident. A freak of emotion and power let loose by an unstable teenager. It shouldn‘t have happened…but it did.
When the light had faded the two boys did not move. Pansy was fluttering around Draco, asking meaningless questions. Hermione was doing the same with Harry as both Ron and Blaise had screamed at poor Neville.
It was only when Hermione, with tears streaming down her face, said they should get Madame Pomfery that Harry tried to speak. He rasped in a voice horse as though he had been screaming, “No, don’t Hermione.”
“H…Harry? What happened? What was that spell?” the Gryffindor witch had sobbed.
“I…it was just pain, Mione. That’s all. Like Cruciartus. But it’s over now,” Harry explained.
“OH GODS! DRACO?” Pansy screamed tugging at Draco’s arm.
Harry winced in sympathy, knowing how much that would hurt. But Draco had made no noise. He only glared at Pansy then pushed himself to his feet.
“Nice one Longbottom,” had been the only words Draco spoke to the terrified boy. But his voice held no threat, it sounded almost admiring.
They had thought that was all. Just a bit of pain and the incident was over. Time passed. A day, then a week. They left Hogwarts, returning home for the summer. Time slowed but did not stop it’s march. Another week passed…and it began…
(((…Hear…)))
Draco lay in his bed. The walls of his room fell in around him, closing the world off. All that was left was his own shell, his breath to fill the dark.
His thoughts were gone with the light. There was nothing but his own body, his own soul…and that too would soon be devoured by the dark.
‘Damn it!’
Draco sat up, his mind breaking the quite he had lulled himself into. ‘That wasn’t my thought…what the hell?’
‘Shit, shit, shit!’
There it was again. Not his thoughts yet in his head. Was he going mad?
‘Don’t open the door, please don’t open the door.’
The mystery voice was begging now. Draco held his breath, waiting to hear more.
‘Please don’t open the door. The light wasn’t on! You didn’t see anything!’
What light? Who? Draco let his breath go as the voice quieted. But he had acted to soon. A scream split his head, agony.
‘D…damn you! You fat Bastard!’
‘Potter?’
(((…Pain…)))
Harry held the scream in his mind, refusing to cry aloud. The pain was excruciating. The red blood painted his skin like a mock banner. It dribbled across the muscles of his arms and between his fingers.
‘You’ve punished me now go away…please go away…’
Vernon smiled down at him. He pried the knife from Harry’s shoulder and slashed him across the cheek. Harry turned his head with the blade, letting it slice his skin…but not deep.
‘You’ve marred me again. You’ve done enough. Go to bed. Leave me alone.’
“That’s what you get!” Vernon was saying.
‘Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!’
“Bloody freak, should have thrown you out when I had the chance!”
‘Stuff it you fat pig! You’ve made me bleed, now take your blade and leave!’
The taunts continued for another six minutes. One more cut to Harry’s bare chest. Then Vernon was leaving.
‘God. Fuck!’ Harry fought to swallow his tears. His shoulder hurt so bad. Ripping a thin streamer from the shirt he had abandoned the day before he bound his wound and curled on his bed. ‘Fuck you. Burn in hell. Writhe in your own filth and choke on your vomit! I’ll curse you to Hades if I have to. You’ll all burn…I swear you will…’
_____________________________
A/N: Please review