A Death Eater’s Humorous Revenge
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,329
Reviews:
13
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Currently Reading:
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ADEHR Ch3
Chapter 3
Ron and Hermione returned to the train compartment just as Harry was beginning to feel lonely. He was relieved to see them. He wanted relief from his previous thoughts, but just as they sat down an invisible wave passed over the train, but no one noticed.
“Hey Harry, how are you holding up?” Hermione asked with concern in her voice.
“Oh I’m fine now.” Harry replied.
“Now, what do you mean now?” asked Ron.
“Oh it’s just I was beginning to feel lonely my thoughts were starting to depress me is all.” ‘Oops I so did not mean to say that” thought Harry.
“What do you mean?” questioned Hermione unable to hide the curiosity from he voice.
“Oh nothing never mind, just forget about it.” Harry said quickly.
“Come on mate we’re your best friends, you can tell us.” Ron said.
“Yeah you can tell us anything Harry.” said Hermione reassuringly.
Harry thought about it for a moment, not really sure of what to say. ‘I can tell them anything and I’m sure they’d understand.’ ‘They might feel the same way.’ ‘Well here goes nothing’. But as soon as he was ready to say what he was feeling music started up out of nowhere and Harry had the sudden urge to start singing so he did and he was bloody good.
“Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.”
He was looking right at them as he sang and they just sat there listen as though he were just talking to them as if nothing was wrong.
"I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind,”
After this he started to stare out the window at nothing in particular.
"Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.”
He was pouring his heart into this song, along with all the feelings he kept bottled up ever since Sirius’ death and becoming a murderer, even if only in his mind.
"I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.”
“Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.”
He was beginning to tear up as he sang the last lines of the chorus thinking about how much easier his life would be if he could just have Sirius back, but he knew he could not. He would give anything to feel that loved again, loved like he truly mattered to someone not just as a friend, but as family and as something Sirius could not give him, the love of a lover. He knew the Weasleys thought of him as their own son so that took care of the family part, but not the lover part. He tried having a relationship with Ginny, but that just did not work out because they were just so much better off as friends.
‘Maybe I need to look beyond my friends for the kind of love I need’ thought Harry. ‘Maybe I should look to people in other houses for love or maybe…’.
His thoughts trailed off as he was interrupted.
“What the Bloody Hell just happened?” exclaimed Ron.
“Ron, language!” scolded Hermione.
“I have no idea but I plan to ask McGonogall when we arrive, after the feast of course.” Harry added noticing Ron’s face fall slightly at the thought of missing dinner. This was all very strange, but he felt that maybe just maybe whatever had happened was a good thing.
Ron and Hermione returned to the train compartment just as Harry was beginning to feel lonely. He was relieved to see them. He wanted relief from his previous thoughts, but just as they sat down an invisible wave passed over the train, but no one noticed.
“Hey Harry, how are you holding up?” Hermione asked with concern in her voice.
“Oh I’m fine now.” Harry replied.
“Now, what do you mean now?” asked Ron.
“Oh it’s just I was beginning to feel lonely my thoughts were starting to depress me is all.” ‘Oops I so did not mean to say that” thought Harry.
“What do you mean?” questioned Hermione unable to hide the curiosity from he voice.
“Oh nothing never mind, just forget about it.” Harry said quickly.
“Come on mate we’re your best friends, you can tell us.” Ron said.
“Yeah you can tell us anything Harry.” said Hermione reassuringly.
Harry thought about it for a moment, not really sure of what to say. ‘I can tell them anything and I’m sure they’d understand.’ ‘They might feel the same way.’ ‘Well here goes nothing’. But as soon as he was ready to say what he was feeling music started up out of nowhere and Harry had the sudden urge to start singing so he did and he was bloody good.
“Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.”
He was looking right at them as he sang and they just sat there listen as though he were just talking to them as if nothing was wrong.
"I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind,”
After this he started to stare out the window at nothing in particular.
"Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.”
He was pouring his heart into this song, along with all the feelings he kept bottled up ever since Sirius’ death and becoming a murderer, even if only in his mind.
"I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.”
“Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.”
He was beginning to tear up as he sang the last lines of the chorus thinking about how much easier his life would be if he could just have Sirius back, but he knew he could not. He would give anything to feel that loved again, loved like he truly mattered to someone not just as a friend, but as family and as something Sirius could not give him, the love of a lover. He knew the Weasleys thought of him as their own son so that took care of the family part, but not the lover part. He tried having a relationship with Ginny, but that just did not work out because they were just so much better off as friends.
‘Maybe I need to look beyond my friends for the kind of love I need’ thought Harry. ‘Maybe I should look to people in other houses for love or maybe…’.
His thoughts trailed off as he was interrupted.
“What the Bloody Hell just happened?” exclaimed Ron.
“Ron, language!” scolded Hermione.
“I have no idea but I plan to ask McGonogall when we arrive, after the feast of course.” Harry added noticing Ron’s face fall slightly at the thought of missing dinner. This was all very strange, but he felt that maybe just maybe whatever had happened was a good thing.