The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul
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chapter four
Title: The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul
Description: Years after the end of the war and it’s like “Who’s Harry Potter?” Forced to relive past traumas in his forgotten existence Harry seems to draw further away from life when certain blonds try to pry their way back into his world. R&R please! M/M, OC (sorta), Slash
Category Harry Potter books
Subcategory: Harry/Draco
Rating: R (may be NC-17 at some points)
Just so you know Harry Potter and all recognizable names and places and drinks and whatever belong to J.K. Rowling and I therefore own everything else. ::sniffle:: I want DRACO!! He’s mine… mine I tell you! He belongs to me!! Harry and all else is hers but Draco is mine!!
Man in white coat #1: “Is she alive?”
Man in white coat #2: “I didn’t hit her that hard if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Man in white coat #1: “But she’s not moving.”
Man in white coat #2: “Dump cold water on her.”
Man in white coat #1: “…”
Man in white coat #2: ::dumps cold water on the squirrel::
Man in white coat #1: “…You’re an idiot…”
Man in white coat #2: “At least I’m trying to wake her up.” ::shrugs::
A/N: Wow! You guys like this!! Okay and as a request longer chapters shall be issued. Just wanted to see how it was all going before I flew head-first into this. Enjoy!!
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-chapter four-
A buzzing sound reached Draco’s ears as he rolled over in his sleep. Reaching a slim-fingered hand over his lithe body, he attempted to swat the snooze button on the offending alarm. “Whoa there Draco!” Eien ducked and fluttered out of the way of the swinging arm. “There’s someone at the door!”
Mumbling about it being too goddamned early for people to be pestering him Draco slid out from the comfort of his bed and grabbed the silk robe that he draped over the chair the previous night.
“Actually Draco,” Eien corrected as he perched on Draco’s shoulder, “it’s nearly ten o’clock in the morning.”
Draco paused mid-step and glanced at the tiny dragon. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier? I can’t be sleeping the day away; I have things to do, people to see and… oh shit!”
“What? People to see and what?!” Eien was nearly thrown off Draco’s shoulder as Draco ran to the front door. Flitting his sapphire wings, Eien snorted in Draco’s ear.
“Sorry Eien.” With an urgent glance towards Eien, who took the hint and popped out of sight, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and opened the door.
“About bloody time, Malfoy!” Ron Weasley shouted the second the door opened and pushed his way past Draco. “Do you realize what time it is? And don’t give me some bullshit answer like ‘I needed my beauty sleep’ or ‘my alarm didn’t go off.’ For Merlin’s sake Malfoy I’m not your fucking baby-sitter!”
Eien popped back into sight and curled his tail around the back of Draco’s neck. “Maybe I should have let you sleep” he snickered as Draco closed the door and turned to face the invading Weasley.
“Hello Ronald. How was your…” Draco began pleasantly, trying to calm the fuming red-head in front of him.
“Cut the small talk Malfoy. Hermione made me come fetch you dressed or not. So let’s go!” Ron lurched forward and grabbed Draco by the wrist and pulled him out the front door.
“Am I supposed to come with you Draco?” Eien whispered as he maintained his perch on Draco’s shoulder.
“Stay here Eien. If Hermione gets a glance at you she’ll be down my throat as to the specifics of why, what, where… OUCH!” Draco cursed under his breath as he hopped for a few steps, willing the pain in his foot to go away.
“Oh yea, watch where you’re going Malfoy.” Ron shouted over his shoulder, making sure to pull harder on Draco’s wrist.
“Gotcha. Be safe Draco!” Eien winked once then vanished back into the house.
“Ronald! Before you break my wrist do you mind…” Draco yelled as he scrambled, un-Malfoy-like, after the red-head.
“Get in.” Ron stopped in front of an old Civic and unlocked the doors. Without waiting for Draco to open the door himself, Ron leaned over and yanked it open. “In with ya.” He then shoved Draco into the back seat and slammed the door.
“Be civil Draco, be civil.” Draco muttered to himself as he sat up in the seat and searched for the seat belt.
Ron jumped into the car, buckled his seat belt and started the vehicle in less than ten seconds. Two seconds later they were speeding down the road, Draco unfortunately still not buckled. Ron flicked at glance into the rear-view mirror and caught a slightly green looking Draco clutching the headrest of the passenger seat. “Problems Malfoy?”
“Only with your driving Ronald.” Draco replied somewhat uneasily, as Ron had made yet another sharp turn.
“Ah, well if that’s all then I recommend you hold on tight.” With a maniacal grin plastered onto his face Ron hit a button and muttered, “Ministry of Magic Headquarters.” Before them a vortex appeared, sucking them into its unknown depths.
Seconds later the vortex spat them back out in front of the Ministry of Magic. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Draco mumbled as he struggled to get out of the car.
Ron climbed out and turned around in search of Draco, to find him leaning against the side of the building, looking quite haggard. “What’s wrong Malfoy? You look a little green.” With a smirk he grabbed the other man and started pulling him once again by the wrist to Hermione’s office.
Finally stopping, after about five flights of stairs and nearly twice as many stumbles from Draco, Ron knocked on a door with “Hermione Granger-Weasley” marked on it. “Get in here Ron!”
Ron flinched at the tone with which Hermione had called in but opened the door and nearly threw Draco into the room and unceremoniously into one of the two wooden chairs set up facing the desk. “Yes, Mrs. Weasley?” Ron said sweetly to his wife, and boss.
“You didn’t have to throw him into the chair Ron.” Hermione replied as she watched Draco right himself. “So, Mr. Malfoy, you realize why you’re here do you not?” She looked closer at the man who sat dizzily in the chair before her.
“Sorry Mrs. Weasley. But may I possibly make a quick trip to the restroom to heave up the bile that is currently in my throat?” He flicked a dark glance at Ron, who smirked and leaned against the doorframe.
“No.” Hermione replied curtly. “Shall we?” With a heartless grin she pushed a manila folder toward Draco. As she watched him flip through the folders’ contents, she noticed for the first time that he was half dressed and looked faintly green. Glancing at his face she saw pain and fear etch themselves into his features. ‘He got to the part about his father I gather.’ “Any… Draco?”
Draco had dropped the folder and was shaking his head ‘no’ while violently convulsing in the chair. “I didn’t do it!” His pale hands shook as he pushed the hair out of his face. “I didn’t kill him! I didn’t! I’m not the guy you’re looking for! I didn’t… I didn’t…”
Ron moved toward the desk and looked at the top page in the folder. An image of Lucius Malfoy glared back at him. Scanning the rest of the article quickly, Ron looked back at Draco. “At your reaction one would think you did.”
“I didn’t. I only killed my mother alright? I never killed my father!” Draco gulped in air through the multitudes of sobs and continued to shake his head.
Despite popular belief, Draco did in fact love his father. The man was an idol to Draco growing up and was always supportive of his son. His mother was the deceiving bitch who had dragged Lucius to the Dark Lord. Unable or unwilling to go against her Lucius had done as he was told. Draco’s respect had slowly begun to diminish after that. At the final battle, Draco, fighting beside Harry Potter and the rest of the Light side, had distracted his father long enough to kill his mother. Guilt rushed through him as he watched his mother fall but the gratitude in the look his father gave him was enough to keep him going till the end of the day, when Harry had finally defeated the Dark Lord.
“So you admit to murdering your own mother?” Ron griped Draco’s shoulders and shook him until his head hung low. “You should be in Azkaban for that!” Ron shook Draco harder, causing the man to start loosing focus.
“Ron, that’s enough.” Hermione stood up and walked toward the two men. Kneeling on the floor in front of Draco, she peered up at him. “You didn’t even know your father was still alive up until now did you?”
While trying to take a few calming breaths he shook his head no. “I didn’t do it… you have to believe me Mrs. Weasley you have to… I only killed my mother… only my… my… my mother…” He averted his gaze and looked back at the article describing his father’s murder. “I haven’t even been in the Wizarding world since the war ended. I live in the Muggle world, in Nottingham, England. Merlin please, Mrs. Weasley, I didn’t do it!”
“Draco, I do believe you. Can you tell me who would have wanted your father dead? Who could have prospered with him out of the way?” Hermione put her hands on Draco’s knees, trying to calm him, and for the life of her shocked to see Draco in such a manner.
Draco just shook his head ‘no’ and looked back at Hermione. “Can I please go? I think I need some time to let this settle. I think I would have a few things to take care of at the manor.”
“Actually, the manor was ransacked and destroyed about a year after the war ended. Your father was in hiding after the war somewhere in France. He hopped around for a while until now, about eight years later.” Ron filled in, loosing his anger toward the younger and only remaining Malfoy.
Nodding in understanding, Draco corrected his statement. “Then may I please go home? I really need to be alone right now. If I think of anyone I’ll let you know.”
Hermione nodded and stood up. “Do you want Ron to give you a lift back home?”
“I’ll drive more carefully and we can stop for food or something if you want.” Ron added.
“Just a lift home if you please” Draco murmured as he rose unsteadily to his feet. With a final glance at the image of his now-dead father he turned and followed Ron out the door and to the car.
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“Sorry about before Malfoy. If you need anything…” Ron started but Draco had already let himself out of the car and was trudging his way back into his house. “Okay then, lunchtime!” Ron peeled away from the curb and took off to find a place to eat.
Draco however just flopped onto the couch the moment he walked in. Eien fluttered up to him and settled on the back of the couch. “Care to talk Draco? You look terrible.”
“He’s dead, Eien.” Draco mumbled into the arm that had draped itself over his face. “My father is dead, Eien.” He explained, effectively answering Eien’s next question. “He’s fucking dead!” Draco shot his arm up to hit the back of the couch, knocking Eien from his perch.
“I’m sorry to hear that Draco but he was as good as dead to you anyway. You haven’t seen or heard from him in eight years. You just have affirmation that he is in fact dead.” Eien explained as he fluttered up to settle on the arm of the couch.
“You’re right Eien. I now have closure. So! What are you up to tonight my friend? Care to accompany me while I go clubbing? We’ll go to one of those muggle and wizard friendly clubs. What do you say?” Draco sat up immediately and grinned to his smaller companion.
“Woo-hoo!!” Eien flew up into the air and created illusions of fireworks around him.
Draco chuckled and moved upstairs to get ready for that evening, feeling slightly better after Eien had put things in order for him. What would he do without that little guy?
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A/N: Okay as I said before I was asked for longer chapters and BAM! Here you go! Harry and Draco shall meet in the next chapter but will they recognize each other?! No one knows… not even me yet! Review review REVIEW!!! Thanks everyone! Hope you like it so far!!
p.s. the whole thing with Lucius is just a minor thing… not at all important to the main story… yet… so don’t forget it but don’t keep it in the forefront of your memory.
Description: Years after the end of the war and it’s like “Who’s Harry Potter?” Forced to relive past traumas in his forgotten existence Harry seems to draw further away from life when certain blonds try to pry their way back into his world. R&R please! M/M, OC (sorta), Slash
Category Harry Potter books
Subcategory: Harry/Draco
Rating: R (may be NC-17 at some points)
Just so you know Harry Potter and all recognizable names and places and drinks and whatever belong to J.K. Rowling and I therefore own everything else. ::sniffle:: I want DRACO!! He’s mine… mine I tell you! He belongs to me!! Harry and all else is hers but Draco is mine!!
Man in white coat #1: “Is she alive?”
Man in white coat #2: “I didn’t hit her that hard if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Man in white coat #1: “But she’s not moving.”
Man in white coat #2: “Dump cold water on her.”
Man in white coat #1: “…”
Man in white coat #2: ::dumps cold water on the squirrel::
Man in white coat #1: “…You’re an idiot…”
Man in white coat #2: “At least I’m trying to wake her up.” ::shrugs::
A/N: Wow! You guys like this!! Okay and as a request longer chapters shall be issued. Just wanted to see how it was all going before I flew head-first into this. Enjoy!!
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-chapter four-
A buzzing sound reached Draco’s ears as he rolled over in his sleep. Reaching a slim-fingered hand over his lithe body, he attempted to swat the snooze button on the offending alarm. “Whoa there Draco!” Eien ducked and fluttered out of the way of the swinging arm. “There’s someone at the door!”
Mumbling about it being too goddamned early for people to be pestering him Draco slid out from the comfort of his bed and grabbed the silk robe that he draped over the chair the previous night.
“Actually Draco,” Eien corrected as he perched on Draco’s shoulder, “it’s nearly ten o’clock in the morning.”
Draco paused mid-step and glanced at the tiny dragon. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier? I can’t be sleeping the day away; I have things to do, people to see and… oh shit!”
“What? People to see and what?!” Eien was nearly thrown off Draco’s shoulder as Draco ran to the front door. Flitting his sapphire wings, Eien snorted in Draco’s ear.
“Sorry Eien.” With an urgent glance towards Eien, who took the hint and popped out of sight, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and opened the door.
“About bloody time, Malfoy!” Ron Weasley shouted the second the door opened and pushed his way past Draco. “Do you realize what time it is? And don’t give me some bullshit answer like ‘I needed my beauty sleep’ or ‘my alarm didn’t go off.’ For Merlin’s sake Malfoy I’m not your fucking baby-sitter!”
Eien popped back into sight and curled his tail around the back of Draco’s neck. “Maybe I should have let you sleep” he snickered as Draco closed the door and turned to face the invading Weasley.
“Hello Ronald. How was your…” Draco began pleasantly, trying to calm the fuming red-head in front of him.
“Cut the small talk Malfoy. Hermione made me come fetch you dressed or not. So let’s go!” Ron lurched forward and grabbed Draco by the wrist and pulled him out the front door.
“Am I supposed to come with you Draco?” Eien whispered as he maintained his perch on Draco’s shoulder.
“Stay here Eien. If Hermione gets a glance at you she’ll be down my throat as to the specifics of why, what, where… OUCH!” Draco cursed under his breath as he hopped for a few steps, willing the pain in his foot to go away.
“Oh yea, watch where you’re going Malfoy.” Ron shouted over his shoulder, making sure to pull harder on Draco’s wrist.
“Gotcha. Be safe Draco!” Eien winked once then vanished back into the house.
“Ronald! Before you break my wrist do you mind…” Draco yelled as he scrambled, un-Malfoy-like, after the red-head.
“Get in.” Ron stopped in front of an old Civic and unlocked the doors. Without waiting for Draco to open the door himself, Ron leaned over and yanked it open. “In with ya.” He then shoved Draco into the back seat and slammed the door.
“Be civil Draco, be civil.” Draco muttered to himself as he sat up in the seat and searched for the seat belt.
Ron jumped into the car, buckled his seat belt and started the vehicle in less than ten seconds. Two seconds later they were speeding down the road, Draco unfortunately still not buckled. Ron flicked at glance into the rear-view mirror and caught a slightly green looking Draco clutching the headrest of the passenger seat. “Problems Malfoy?”
“Only with your driving Ronald.” Draco replied somewhat uneasily, as Ron had made yet another sharp turn.
“Ah, well if that’s all then I recommend you hold on tight.” With a maniacal grin plastered onto his face Ron hit a button and muttered, “Ministry of Magic Headquarters.” Before them a vortex appeared, sucking them into its unknown depths.
Seconds later the vortex spat them back out in front of the Ministry of Magic. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Draco mumbled as he struggled to get out of the car.
Ron climbed out and turned around in search of Draco, to find him leaning against the side of the building, looking quite haggard. “What’s wrong Malfoy? You look a little green.” With a smirk he grabbed the other man and started pulling him once again by the wrist to Hermione’s office.
Finally stopping, after about five flights of stairs and nearly twice as many stumbles from Draco, Ron knocked on a door with “Hermione Granger-Weasley” marked on it. “Get in here Ron!”
Ron flinched at the tone with which Hermione had called in but opened the door and nearly threw Draco into the room and unceremoniously into one of the two wooden chairs set up facing the desk. “Yes, Mrs. Weasley?” Ron said sweetly to his wife, and boss.
“You didn’t have to throw him into the chair Ron.” Hermione replied as she watched Draco right himself. “So, Mr. Malfoy, you realize why you’re here do you not?” She looked closer at the man who sat dizzily in the chair before her.
“Sorry Mrs. Weasley. But may I possibly make a quick trip to the restroom to heave up the bile that is currently in my throat?” He flicked a dark glance at Ron, who smirked and leaned against the doorframe.
“No.” Hermione replied curtly. “Shall we?” With a heartless grin she pushed a manila folder toward Draco. As she watched him flip through the folders’ contents, she noticed for the first time that he was half dressed and looked faintly green. Glancing at his face she saw pain and fear etch themselves into his features. ‘He got to the part about his father I gather.’ “Any… Draco?”
Draco had dropped the folder and was shaking his head ‘no’ while violently convulsing in the chair. “I didn’t do it!” His pale hands shook as he pushed the hair out of his face. “I didn’t kill him! I didn’t! I’m not the guy you’re looking for! I didn’t… I didn’t…”
Ron moved toward the desk and looked at the top page in the folder. An image of Lucius Malfoy glared back at him. Scanning the rest of the article quickly, Ron looked back at Draco. “At your reaction one would think you did.”
“I didn’t. I only killed my mother alright? I never killed my father!” Draco gulped in air through the multitudes of sobs and continued to shake his head.
Despite popular belief, Draco did in fact love his father. The man was an idol to Draco growing up and was always supportive of his son. His mother was the deceiving bitch who had dragged Lucius to the Dark Lord. Unable or unwilling to go against her Lucius had done as he was told. Draco’s respect had slowly begun to diminish after that. At the final battle, Draco, fighting beside Harry Potter and the rest of the Light side, had distracted his father long enough to kill his mother. Guilt rushed through him as he watched his mother fall but the gratitude in the look his father gave him was enough to keep him going till the end of the day, when Harry had finally defeated the Dark Lord.
“So you admit to murdering your own mother?” Ron griped Draco’s shoulders and shook him until his head hung low. “You should be in Azkaban for that!” Ron shook Draco harder, causing the man to start loosing focus.
“Ron, that’s enough.” Hermione stood up and walked toward the two men. Kneeling on the floor in front of Draco, she peered up at him. “You didn’t even know your father was still alive up until now did you?”
While trying to take a few calming breaths he shook his head no. “I didn’t do it… you have to believe me Mrs. Weasley you have to… I only killed my mother… only my… my… my mother…” He averted his gaze and looked back at the article describing his father’s murder. “I haven’t even been in the Wizarding world since the war ended. I live in the Muggle world, in Nottingham, England. Merlin please, Mrs. Weasley, I didn’t do it!”
“Draco, I do believe you. Can you tell me who would have wanted your father dead? Who could have prospered with him out of the way?” Hermione put her hands on Draco’s knees, trying to calm him, and for the life of her shocked to see Draco in such a manner.
Draco just shook his head ‘no’ and looked back at Hermione. “Can I please go? I think I need some time to let this settle. I think I would have a few things to take care of at the manor.”
“Actually, the manor was ransacked and destroyed about a year after the war ended. Your father was in hiding after the war somewhere in France. He hopped around for a while until now, about eight years later.” Ron filled in, loosing his anger toward the younger and only remaining Malfoy.
Nodding in understanding, Draco corrected his statement. “Then may I please go home? I really need to be alone right now. If I think of anyone I’ll let you know.”
Hermione nodded and stood up. “Do you want Ron to give you a lift back home?”
“I’ll drive more carefully and we can stop for food or something if you want.” Ron added.
“Just a lift home if you please” Draco murmured as he rose unsteadily to his feet. With a final glance at the image of his now-dead father he turned and followed Ron out the door and to the car.
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“Sorry about before Malfoy. If you need anything…” Ron started but Draco had already let himself out of the car and was trudging his way back into his house. “Okay then, lunchtime!” Ron peeled away from the curb and took off to find a place to eat.
Draco however just flopped onto the couch the moment he walked in. Eien fluttered up to him and settled on the back of the couch. “Care to talk Draco? You look terrible.”
“He’s dead, Eien.” Draco mumbled into the arm that had draped itself over his face. “My father is dead, Eien.” He explained, effectively answering Eien’s next question. “He’s fucking dead!” Draco shot his arm up to hit the back of the couch, knocking Eien from his perch.
“I’m sorry to hear that Draco but he was as good as dead to you anyway. You haven’t seen or heard from him in eight years. You just have affirmation that he is in fact dead.” Eien explained as he fluttered up to settle on the arm of the couch.
“You’re right Eien. I now have closure. So! What are you up to tonight my friend? Care to accompany me while I go clubbing? We’ll go to one of those muggle and wizard friendly clubs. What do you say?” Draco sat up immediately and grinned to his smaller companion.
“Woo-hoo!!” Eien flew up into the air and created illusions of fireworks around him.
Draco chuckled and moved upstairs to get ready for that evening, feeling slightly better after Eien had put things in order for him. What would he do without that little guy?
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A/N: Okay as I said before I was asked for longer chapters and BAM! Here you go! Harry and Draco shall meet in the next chapter but will they recognize each other?! No one knows… not even me yet! Review review REVIEW!!! Thanks everyone! Hope you like it so far!!
p.s. the whole thing with Lucius is just a minor thing… not at all important to the main story… yet… so don’t forget it but don’t keep it in the forefront of your memory.