How to Save a Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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44,800
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The Harsh Light of Day
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
The glaring summer sunshine forced it’s way through the threadbare curtains and reflected off the bright orange of the rooms walls. Only one of the two beds were occupied and it was only a telltale hump in the bedclothes that gave tell of it’s occupant.
Buried deep in the warmth of his bed Harry Potter squeezed his eyes shut tight against the harsh light of day that mercilessly forced its way into his consciousness. He could hear the voices of his friends drifting up the stairs, though not as loud or as cheerful as they once were he thought bitterly.
A sharp tapping sounded at the window and the covers were quickly pulled back as Harry stumbled to the window. As soon as he pulled the curtains apart and took in the face of the tawny owl perched on the sill he felt his heart sink slightly. For a fraction of a moment he had expected to see Hedwigs snowy form and then it had all come flooding back to him. He staggered back slightly under the weight of his memories and only the impatient tap of the feathered visitor brought him back to his present surroundings.
Reaching out a slightly shaking hand to retrieve the attached parchment he was rewarded with a sharp nip to his fingers. His bloodshot eyes took in the Hogwarts seal and he felt the usual surge of warmth at the though of his first real home. But other thoughts followed swiftly, memories of the last time he had seen the castle and the feeling was quickly dispelled.
Harry shook his head determinedly trying to clear his thoughts, only to wince at the pain that shot through him at this action. The fire whiskey had seemed like a good idea when Ron had suggested it the night before but, as Harry now ruefully admitted to himself, he was paying the price for those few blissful hours of oblivion.
Tossing the parchment on his unmade bed he stumbled to the bathroom. Fumbling to remove his pyjamas, he stepped into the shower and wallowed in the feel of the cool water running down his tired body.
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist Harry stood in front of the mirror and steeled himself to look at his reflection. His dark hair, though wet, still stuck up all over. His skin had a greyish tinge that not even his summer tan could hide. What Harry noticed most though were his eyes, surrounded as they were by dark shadows, rimmed with red and bloodshot. Splashing cold water onto his face he reached for his wand which was never far from his side nowadays. He cast a quick glamour over his features and smiled a tight smile as he re examined his face and saw all signs of his exhaustion removed. He could only hope that no one would look too closely though because not even magic could put the life back into his once bright green eyes.
As he made his way back to the room he shared with Ron he kept his eyes downcast and didn’t notice the redhead walking his way until he felt her hands on his bare skin. Flinching slightly at the unexpected contact he looked up in surprise into the concerned eyes of Ginny Weasley.
“Oh Harry, you’re up!” she exclaimed, somewhat stating the obvious
“Mum sent me up to get you for breakfast, she’s worried you’re getting too thin”
She ran an appraising eye over Harrys half naked body at this before continuing.
“And she thought you might need this, Ron’s had two already.”
She pressed a small glass vial into his hand,
“hangover potion” she answered at the questioning look he gave her.
Harry smiled ruefully
“Thanks. I’ll be down in a minute Gin, i just need to get dressed first”
He saw Ginny’s eyes sweep over his bare torso and noticed that her hand was still clasping his shoulder . Stepping back to end the contact Harry took in the brief flash of confusion in her eyes.
“If Ron’s down there already, you had better go save me some food” he forced out trying to end the awkward moment and sound normal.
Another tight smile in her direction and Harry was back in his room. He leaned back against the door, a slight feel of panic taking over him. His hand shook as he raised the potion to his lips and drained it feeling the throbbing in his head lessen although the knot in the pit of his stomach remained.
Pulling on a pair of baggy jeans (Dudley’s cast offs) and an old Quidditch jersey of Ron’s he headed out of the room and slowly padded down the stairs.
The glaring summer sunshine forced it’s way through the threadbare curtains and reflected off the bright orange of the rooms walls. Only one of the two beds were occupied and it was only a telltale hump in the bedclothes that gave tell of it’s occupant.
Buried deep in the warmth of his bed Harry Potter squeezed his eyes shut tight against the harsh light of day that mercilessly forced its way into his consciousness. He could hear the voices of his friends drifting up the stairs, though not as loud or as cheerful as they once were he thought bitterly.
A sharp tapping sounded at the window and the covers were quickly pulled back as Harry stumbled to the window. As soon as he pulled the curtains apart and took in the face of the tawny owl perched on the sill he felt his heart sink slightly. For a fraction of a moment he had expected to see Hedwigs snowy form and then it had all come flooding back to him. He staggered back slightly under the weight of his memories and only the impatient tap of the feathered visitor brought him back to his present surroundings.
Reaching out a slightly shaking hand to retrieve the attached parchment he was rewarded with a sharp nip to his fingers. His bloodshot eyes took in the Hogwarts seal and he felt the usual surge of warmth at the though of his first real home. But other thoughts followed swiftly, memories of the last time he had seen the castle and the feeling was quickly dispelled.
Harry shook his head determinedly trying to clear his thoughts, only to wince at the pain that shot through him at this action. The fire whiskey had seemed like a good idea when Ron had suggested it the night before but, as Harry now ruefully admitted to himself, he was paying the price for those few blissful hours of oblivion.
Tossing the parchment on his unmade bed he stumbled to the bathroom. Fumbling to remove his pyjamas, he stepped into the shower and wallowed in the feel of the cool water running down his tired body.
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist Harry stood in front of the mirror and steeled himself to look at his reflection. His dark hair, though wet, still stuck up all over. His skin had a greyish tinge that not even his summer tan could hide. What Harry noticed most though were his eyes, surrounded as they were by dark shadows, rimmed with red and bloodshot. Splashing cold water onto his face he reached for his wand which was never far from his side nowadays. He cast a quick glamour over his features and smiled a tight smile as he re examined his face and saw all signs of his exhaustion removed. He could only hope that no one would look too closely though because not even magic could put the life back into his once bright green eyes.
As he made his way back to the room he shared with Ron he kept his eyes downcast and didn’t notice the redhead walking his way until he felt her hands on his bare skin. Flinching slightly at the unexpected contact he looked up in surprise into the concerned eyes of Ginny Weasley.
“Oh Harry, you’re up!” she exclaimed, somewhat stating the obvious
“Mum sent me up to get you for breakfast, she’s worried you’re getting too thin”
She ran an appraising eye over Harrys half naked body at this before continuing.
“And she thought you might need this, Ron’s had two already.”
She pressed a small glass vial into his hand,
“hangover potion” she answered at the questioning look he gave her.
Harry smiled ruefully
“Thanks. I’ll be down in a minute Gin, i just need to get dressed first”
He saw Ginny’s eyes sweep over his bare torso and noticed that her hand was still clasping his shoulder . Stepping back to end the contact Harry took in the brief flash of confusion in her eyes.
“If Ron’s down there already, you had better go save me some food” he forced out trying to end the awkward moment and sound normal.
Another tight smile in her direction and Harry was back in his room. He leaned back against the door, a slight feel of panic taking over him. His hand shook as he raised the potion to his lips and drained it feeling the throbbing in his head lessen although the knot in the pit of his stomach remained.
Pulling on a pair of baggy jeans (Dudley’s cast offs) and an old Quidditch jersey of Ron’s he headed out of the room and slowly padded down the stairs.