The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
6,679
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Draco's Life
The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
Chapter 3: Draco’s Life
Rated: M
Cat: A/U
Disclaimer: HP isn’t mine but the story plot is.
A/N: Once again, thanks for the reviews. I have a beta everyone! Her name is Maria. I would like everyone to accept her with open arms and I would like to thank her for her dedication to the story. Thanks Maria.
Draco leaned back on the door with a sigh and began to draw. His sketchbook was filled with bigheaded angels and multicolored clouds.
“Today is the last talk that we will have for a while. I’m leaving for Earth tomorrow,” said Draco. His once careful pencil strokes reflected the turmoil going on inside him.
It was a ritual that he had done since the day that he was created. His older brother Jesus had locked himself in this room thousands of years ago. Draco had never found out why his brother did not want to come out and his father made sure to change the subject whenever he asked.
“I just don’t know if I’m ready. I keep having this dream about Angels that aren’t Angels. I mean, they have wings and everything, but there’s this aura about them that has me wondering.”
Draco paused for a moment to erase and continued.
“There’s this one Angel that’s always in my dream. His presence is so intimidating and at the same time I just can’t help but want to be near him. The thing is, before I can see his face, I’m ripped away from him, just ripped away with screams and laughter ringing in my ears. I can’t figure it out.”
Draco placed his pencil behind his ear and held up the picture.
“This is what I see,” he said as he slipped the paper under the door.
Draco put his ear to the door to hear if any sound was being made. Unfortunately, just like every day before, there was none.
He slowly stood up and kissed the door.
“I love you Jesus,” whispered Draco before walking away.
Inside, Jesus lay unmoving. His face was worn and his eyes held no sign of the light that was once there. His mouth moved but no sound came out to form the word he desperately wanted to say.
Judas.
Draco walked into his bedroom with a frown on his face. Did he really have the courage to leave his brother alone? Could he make it on Earth?
“Draco, are you ready for tomorrow?” asked God.
“I think so,” replied Draco.
“Earth is a wonderful place and I know that you will make great friends,” said God as he placed his arm around his youngest son.
“I just want to be able to be myself,” replied Draco.
“You know that while you are on Earth you must act your opposite. It is a rule that has been…”
“…instituted for your safety,” finished Draco.
“Just be ready for tomorrow, son,” said God before leaving the room.
Chapter 3: Draco’s Life
Rated: M
Cat: A/U
Disclaimer: HP isn’t mine but the story plot is.
A/N: Once again, thanks for the reviews. I have a beta everyone! Her name is Maria. I would like everyone to accept her with open arms and I would like to thank her for her dedication to the story. Thanks Maria.
Draco leaned back on the door with a sigh and began to draw. His sketchbook was filled with bigheaded angels and multicolored clouds.
“Today is the last talk that we will have for a while. I’m leaving for Earth tomorrow,” said Draco. His once careful pencil strokes reflected the turmoil going on inside him.
It was a ritual that he had done since the day that he was created. His older brother Jesus had locked himself in this room thousands of years ago. Draco had never found out why his brother did not want to come out and his father made sure to change the subject whenever he asked.
“I just don’t know if I’m ready. I keep having this dream about Angels that aren’t Angels. I mean, they have wings and everything, but there’s this aura about them that has me wondering.”
Draco paused for a moment to erase and continued.
“There’s this one Angel that’s always in my dream. His presence is so intimidating and at the same time I just can’t help but want to be near him. The thing is, before I can see his face, I’m ripped away from him, just ripped away with screams and laughter ringing in my ears. I can’t figure it out.”
Draco placed his pencil behind his ear and held up the picture.
“This is what I see,” he said as he slipped the paper under the door.
Draco put his ear to the door to hear if any sound was being made. Unfortunately, just like every day before, there was none.
He slowly stood up and kissed the door.
“I love you Jesus,” whispered Draco before walking away.
Inside, Jesus lay unmoving. His face was worn and his eyes held no sign of the light that was once there. His mouth moved but no sound came out to form the word he desperately wanted to say.
Judas.
Draco walked into his bedroom with a frown on his face. Did he really have the courage to leave his brother alone? Could he make it on Earth?
“Draco, are you ready for tomorrow?” asked God.
“I think so,” replied Draco.
“Earth is a wonderful place and I know that you will make great friends,” said God as he placed his arm around his youngest son.
“I just want to be able to be myself,” replied Draco.
“You know that while you are on Earth you must act your opposite. It is a rule that has been…”
“…instituted for your safety,” finished Draco.
“Just be ready for tomorrow, son,” said God before leaving the room.