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The Killing Power of Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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4
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1,364
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6
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Part III
“She moved us in with him. At first it was fine but slowly he became possessive and resentful. He began to resent me because of the love she bestowed on me.” Harry looked up at Draco with red rimmed puffy eyes.
“What happened?” Draco asked still holding Harry and rocking with im.
It just kept getting worse. As the years when on he would beat her and me. Me for taking her attention away from him and her for bestowing attention on me or anyone else.” Harry shuddered with the memories.
“He resented her for lover her own child. Her own flesh and blood that he helped to create! Harry was seething with anger now. He pulled himself away from Draco’s arms. “It was during the break from school I came home to hear yelling and creaming. She tried to hide me, but I was so tired of hiding. She came to me later that night, she wanted to get way. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. How could he hate someone who loved him so much?” Draco shivered with unrepressed disgust.
“No you don’t understand Draco. He didn’t hate her! He loved her. He loved her so much he hated the thought of sharing here. He hated anyone who warranted even one minute of her time.” He resented that she may have actually been able to care fro someone besides him. That her heart was big enough to share with someone other than him. He wanted her for himself!”
Harry shook his head as the memories played. He remembered moving out of the beautiful neighborhood and into a cabin in the middle of the woods. He had the feeling that if Voldemort could have he would have left him behind.
"I came home one day and no one was in the house. So I went to the kitchen, through the windown I saw him standing outside. Tm ws standing over something. And the blood, oh Draco the blood..." He puthis hand over his eyes as if trying to block out the images. He began shaking. "There was blood al over him. I ran outside to find my mother. Well what was left of her. He beat her! He beat her to death with his fist. And I saw red."
Draco stared in disbelief. He didn't imagine the scene like this. He'd heard that it had been a gruesome sight to behold, but he never thought of the brutalness of it all.
"I saw red, and before I knew it I was beating him. I'm not even sure where I got the bat. But I beat him till I felt everthing become a bloody mash. A mash of blood and flesh and broken bone."
He looked up so suddenly that the movement startled Draco. The blond saw the hate in his eyes, saw the anger and saw the bloodust.
""Don't you see. I was able to kill the man who sired me and I felt no remorse. I just felt hat and when I saw his blood I just couldn't stop. I enjoyed that rush of power. And the world saw me as a hero, who did I save?! She was gone! What kinda hero was I? He'd already taken her, he'd already got her..."
“What happened?” Draco asked still holding Harry and rocking with im.
It just kept getting worse. As the years when on he would beat her and me. Me for taking her attention away from him and her for bestowing attention on me or anyone else.” Harry shuddered with the memories.
“He resented her for lover her own child. Her own flesh and blood that he helped to create! Harry was seething with anger now. He pulled himself away from Draco’s arms. “It was during the break from school I came home to hear yelling and creaming. She tried to hide me, but I was so tired of hiding. She came to me later that night, she wanted to get way. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. How could he hate someone who loved him so much?” Draco shivered with unrepressed disgust.
“No you don’t understand Draco. He didn’t hate her! He loved her. He loved her so much he hated the thought of sharing here. He hated anyone who warranted even one minute of her time.” He resented that she may have actually been able to care fro someone besides him. That her heart was big enough to share with someone other than him. He wanted her for himself!”
Harry shook his head as the memories played. He remembered moving out of the beautiful neighborhood and into a cabin in the middle of the woods. He had the feeling that if Voldemort could have he would have left him behind.
"I came home one day and no one was in the house. So I went to the kitchen, through the windown I saw him standing outside. Tm ws standing over something. And the blood, oh Draco the blood..." He puthis hand over his eyes as if trying to block out the images. He began shaking. "There was blood al over him. I ran outside to find my mother. Well what was left of her. He beat her! He beat her to death with his fist. And I saw red."
Draco stared in disbelief. He didn't imagine the scene like this. He'd heard that it had been a gruesome sight to behold, but he never thought of the brutalness of it all.
"I saw red, and before I knew it I was beating him. I'm not even sure where I got the bat. But I beat him till I felt everthing become a bloody mash. A mash of blood and flesh and broken bone."
He looked up so suddenly that the movement startled Draco. The blond saw the hate in his eyes, saw the anger and saw the bloodust.
""Don't you see. I was able to kill the man who sired me and I felt no remorse. I just felt hat and when I saw his blood I just couldn't stop. I enjoyed that rush of power. And the world saw me as a hero, who did I save?! She was gone! What kinda hero was I? He'd already taken her, he'd already got her..."