Winning Back Harry
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,546
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Oh for Blood's Sake! Do I look like JKR? Do I have billions of dollars like JKR? No? Then obviously, I DON'T OWN! Now go find something better to do than judge people for being perves who write yummy fan fics!!
Chapter 2
It was the fifth of December, my seventh year at Hogwarts. I had just left my NEWT Potions class, and as usual, Professor Snape gave me an O on my project. I grimaced when I realized that Harry would have failed, earning a nasty sneer from my godfather, perhaps even a detention. Thank the Gods above that he didn’t get into the high level class.
I was just walking through the dungeons, minding my own business, when I heard the whimpers, the gasps, coming from further down the hall. I didn’t know what the noise was, but I had a feeling that something very dirty was going on down the hall
I followed the sound to an alcove in the wall. “Lumos,” I whispered, and what I saw was totally not what I expected! I could have dealt with randy fifth years getting their rocks off. I could have dealt with a lost first year crying her eyes out, waiting to be found and lead back to her dorm room.
I did not, however, expect to see Harry frikkin Potter bleeding all down his arm. He tried to hide the dagger behind his back when he saw he wasn’t alone anymore, but I had seen it. He tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but they kept pouring out anyways.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do this to yourself, Harry? What in your life is so bad that you feel you have to take your life? Hell, Harry! You have friends who LOVE you, you could have talked to them…”
“I c-couldn’t tell them, not about this.” He hiccupped pathetically. “The reason for this… It’s just too personal. And besides, I’m not taking my life.”
I couldn’t find any words to say. It definitely looked like a suicide attempt to me. I knelt down to him, holding out my hand. “Your arm, Potter. I want to see it.” He held it out for me to examine. I held my still lit wand close to it and noticed not one, but many long, shallow cuts, which were surrounded by many more scars and scabbed over cuts. My Harry, my best friend who hated me for reasons unknown, was masochistic.
And he was still crying silently. I murmured a gentle cleansing spell over his bleeding wounds, and then another to wrap his arm in bandages. Then I sat next to him on the cold dungeon floor, and held my arms open.
He fell into my embrace, sobbing louder now. I held him close, and ran my fingers through his long black hair, whispered soothing words in his ear, trying to console him. “Harry, oh my Harry, I’m here for you. I always have been. You’re fine now, I’ve got you. Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see. I’m here, Harry. I’m here.”
He sniffled as he quieted down. “Draco, oh Gods, I’ve missed you so much!”
TBC
I was just walking through the dungeons, minding my own business, when I heard the whimpers, the gasps, coming from further down the hall. I didn’t know what the noise was, but I had a feeling that something very dirty was going on down the hall
I followed the sound to an alcove in the wall. “Lumos,” I whispered, and what I saw was totally not what I expected! I could have dealt with randy fifth years getting their rocks off. I could have dealt with a lost first year crying her eyes out, waiting to be found and lead back to her dorm room.
I did not, however, expect to see Harry frikkin Potter bleeding all down his arm. He tried to hide the dagger behind his back when he saw he wasn’t alone anymore, but I had seen it. He tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but they kept pouring out anyways.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do this to yourself, Harry? What in your life is so bad that you feel you have to take your life? Hell, Harry! You have friends who LOVE you, you could have talked to them…”
“I c-couldn’t tell them, not about this.” He hiccupped pathetically. “The reason for this… It’s just too personal. And besides, I’m not taking my life.”
I couldn’t find any words to say. It definitely looked like a suicide attempt to me. I knelt down to him, holding out my hand. “Your arm, Potter. I want to see it.” He held it out for me to examine. I held my still lit wand close to it and noticed not one, but many long, shallow cuts, which were surrounded by many more scars and scabbed over cuts. My Harry, my best friend who hated me for reasons unknown, was masochistic.
And he was still crying silently. I murmured a gentle cleansing spell over his bleeding wounds, and then another to wrap his arm in bandages. Then I sat next to him on the cold dungeon floor, and held my arms open.
He fell into my embrace, sobbing louder now. I held him close, and ran my fingers through his long black hair, whispered soothing words in his ear, trying to console him. “Harry, oh my Harry, I’m here for you. I always have been. You’re fine now, I’ve got you. Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see. I’m here, Harry. I’m here.”
He sniffled as he quieted down. “Draco, oh Gods, I’ve missed you so much!”
TBC