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The Importance of Being Vengeant
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
9,872
Reviews:
32
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.
Chapter Two Part One
Chapter Two Part One: Confusion and Ruing
Waking up was one thing Harry did not expect; another was being a guest of the Malfoys
and Draco staring at him.
“Why am I here, Malfoy?”
He was getting agitated and ready to strike.
“Please call me Draco…it’s the least I can do after saving you from an untimely demise.
Um….did I say something wrong?”
Harry had angry tears coming down his face.
“WHY DID YOU SAVE ME?! I WANTED TO DIE! Why?” he said in a hoarse yell as he lunged at
Draco.
Draco jumped up just in time, held Harry down as he thrashed, and gave him the Calming
Potion. Draco was sweating by the time he finished. He sat back down and looked Harry in
his eyes. Silver to dull emerald green.
“Why did you want to die, Harry?”
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“I’ll kill the old bastard…I’ll fucking kill him!” yelled Severus, furious and seeing red
after reading both letters.
“We’ll deal with him later, Severus. Right now, Harry needs us more.”
They got up and walked from the west wing of the mansion to the east wing.
Draco’s wing.
They walked into the room and found Harry crying and yelling in Draco’s arms. He yelled
about being betrayed by Dumbledore. Yelled about having nothing else to live for since
his mentor didn’t give a damn about his well-being and his life.
Severus and Lucius’ heart broke while Draco cried at what Harry had said.
He pushed his shoulders outward and looking Harry in his eyes, he spoke.
“But see, that’s where you’re wrong, Harry…completely wrong! I’m sorry for all the years
I’ve tormented you. I realize now you’re not spoiled or have a superiority complex,” said
Draco, sniffling, “Don’t say you have nothing left to live for! You have powers the
Wizarding World has only dreamt of! You went through more than a witch or wizard could
ever bear without going insane…we’re here for you; don’t ever forget that! You are worth
it, Harry Potter, to us and the rest of the Wizarding World…”
Harry smiled at Draco’s mini-speech and sat up. He gave a shaky laugh.
“Is that true for the two of you also?”
Severus and Lucius vehemently nodded their heads.
“You know, the Sorting Hat wanted me to be in Slytherin House first year…I can see why
now! I think a Re-Sorting is in fucking order…”
Draco smiled and nodded.
“Scared, Potter?” said Draco, jokingly.
“You wish…” said Harry, following the old banter.
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Over the next few weeks, Harry gathered his strength, body and mind, through training and
therapy sessions with Severus. Eventually, the day of returning to Hogwarts came and
Harry didn’t want to go.
“But, Draco, they’ll reject our friendship…I don’t want them to demean you!”
“They won’t. Remember, I have many masks I can hide behind and then talk to you about it
later…”
Harry nodded, as he levitated his trunk full of Punk Goth clothes and accessories,
schoolbooks and supplies, and a journal, and followed Draco to the carriage that awaited
them. He has his wand with him and he had a feeling he might have to threaten someone
with it.
Waking up was one thing Harry did not expect; another was being a guest of the Malfoys
and Draco staring at him.
“Why am I here, Malfoy?”
He was getting agitated and ready to strike.
“Please call me Draco…it’s the least I can do after saving you from an untimely demise.
Um….did I say something wrong?”
Harry had angry tears coming down his face.
“WHY DID YOU SAVE ME?! I WANTED TO DIE! Why?” he said in a hoarse yell as he lunged at
Draco.
Draco jumped up just in time, held Harry down as he thrashed, and gave him the Calming
Potion. Draco was sweating by the time he finished. He sat back down and looked Harry in
his eyes. Silver to dull emerald green.
“Why did you want to die, Harry?”
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“I’ll kill the old bastard…I’ll fucking kill him!” yelled Severus, furious and seeing red
after reading both letters.
“We’ll deal with him later, Severus. Right now, Harry needs us more.”
They got up and walked from the west wing of the mansion to the east wing.
Draco’s wing.
They walked into the room and found Harry crying and yelling in Draco’s arms. He yelled
about being betrayed by Dumbledore. Yelled about having nothing else to live for since
his mentor didn’t give a damn about his well-being and his life.
Severus and Lucius’ heart broke while Draco cried at what Harry had said.
He pushed his shoulders outward and looking Harry in his eyes, he spoke.
“But see, that’s where you’re wrong, Harry…completely wrong! I’m sorry for all the years
I’ve tormented you. I realize now you’re not spoiled or have a superiority complex,” said
Draco, sniffling, “Don’t say you have nothing left to live for! You have powers the
Wizarding World has only dreamt of! You went through more than a witch or wizard could
ever bear without going insane…we’re here for you; don’t ever forget that! You are worth
it, Harry Potter, to us and the rest of the Wizarding World…”
Harry smiled at Draco’s mini-speech and sat up. He gave a shaky laugh.
“Is that true for the two of you also?”
Severus and Lucius vehemently nodded their heads.
“You know, the Sorting Hat wanted me to be in Slytherin House first year…I can see why
now! I think a Re-Sorting is in fucking order…”
Draco smiled and nodded.
“Scared, Potter?” said Draco, jokingly.
“You wish…” said Harry, following the old banter.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Over the next few weeks, Harry gathered his strength, body and mind, through training and
therapy sessions with Severus. Eventually, the day of returning to Hogwarts came and
Harry didn’t want to go.
“But, Draco, they’ll reject our friendship…I don’t want them to demean you!”
“They won’t. Remember, I have many masks I can hide behind and then talk to you about it
later…”
Harry nodded, as he levitated his trunk full of Punk Goth clothes and accessories,
schoolbooks and supplies, and a journal, and followed Draco to the carriage that awaited
them. He has his wand with him and he had a feeling he might have to threaten someone
with it.