Second chance; Second life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,038
Reviews:
11
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0
Currently Reading:
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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.
You are coming home to me
He didn’t realise he had fallen asleep until he woke up. He knew instantly that the bed wasn’t his own. It was soft, and he sank into it with a warmth he’d never felt before. He wondered why he was in a bed that wasn’t his own, when the memories hit him. He sat up straight, gasping. His eyes were sore and he had no doubt that they were red and puffy. His face felt dirty and cracked from eh tears he’d shed, and his throat was painfully restricted. As his eyes adjusted, he saw he was in a cave on a mattress of Eagle feathers. The sunlight streamed in, warming him. He saw a girl sitting next to him, watching him quietly. She smiled softly.
‘Hey,’ she whispered softly, and handed him a small glass of flesh-coloured liquid. ‘I thought your throat might be sore, so…’ he looked at her, his old self filtering through.
‘I don’t need you to look after me. I can look after myself.’ She raised an eyebrow at his hoarse voice.
‘Hey, I’m not looking after you. I’m giving you a drink.’ He blinked, and took it, taking a tentative sip. Pain flashed across her face. ‘It’s not poisoned.’ He nodded, and took a draught of it. It ran gently over his throat, soothing and calming it, and refreshed it. When he’d finished it, she took it from him, and offered him some salad. He declined, and looked at her thoughtfully.
‘Are you Mikayla Jordon?’ she tensed, and then nodded.
‘I know who you are. But I don’t know what you’ve got to do with me.’ Draco looked at her sullenly, suddenly tired, when Mikayla waved it aside. ‘It doesn’t matter. That man, Lucius Malfoy, he was accused of killing my Mother.’ Draco nodded. ‘Where’s your Mother?’
‘Dead,’ Draco stated flatly, his eyes cold. Mikayla realised everything.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why you were so upset?’ her voice was delicate and calm, but Draco didn’t want pity or understanding.
‘Shut up!’ he said coldly, and her stance changed from friendly to hostile, like a tigress ready to pounce.
‘I know you don’t want my pity Malfoy. I have no idea why I saved you when your Father killed my Mother, but I saw you running form, him, so I helped. Your family is the reason I have no family at all, so don’t you dare tell me to shut up when I could have left you for dead.’ Draco looked at her, to see fire lighting up her eyes.
‘You have no idea the hell I’ve been through,’ eh snarled. She nodded.
‘I do, because I’m living it.’ She stood, and walked to the entrance to the cave. He face looked tired and weary as she gazed out over the valley below. “Did he kill your Mother?’ he nodded as she walked back over, back in control of herself. She sat down opposite him, hugged her knees to her chest and set her head down on them, watching him. He glared back, but she met his gaze coolly. ‘What would he have done to you if I’d not answered your call?’ Draco swallowed heavily, his throat raw once more. She poured him another glass of the refreshing drink, but he didn’t take it.
‘If I tell you, it’s because you saved me, and you are never to repeat any of it.’ She nodded, and waited patiently. Draco took a deep breath, and began to cough violently. She immediately pushed him back onto the blanket, covering him with a thick blanket.
‘Never mind. You can tell me another day. Rest, and then when you’re better, we’ll talk.’ Draco frowned at her.
‘I don’t need looking after,’ he reminded. She looked him straight in the eye.
‘Yes you do.’ She stood, and walked to the entrance to the cave. He sat up and watched her sit down Indian style and sit there for an age. It was a while before he realised she was crying. Then, before he had made up his mind about whether to ignore her or go to her, he heard her begin to sing.
‘You walk unscathed to reach me,’ the haunting words washed over him.
‘No ploughman’s blade shall cut thee down.’
‘No cutler’s horns shall mark thy face.’
‘You are coming home to our town.’
‘You are walking over marshes for me.’
‘You are crying at night my face to see.’
\'You are following the winding paths.\'
‘You are coming home to me.’
She began to rock slightly as she repeated the words softly, her sobs gradually subsiding. He took comfort in the song, and managed to lie back and fall asleep once more.
‘Hey,’ she whispered softly, and handed him a small glass of flesh-coloured liquid. ‘I thought your throat might be sore, so…’ he looked at her, his old self filtering through.
‘I don’t need you to look after me. I can look after myself.’ She raised an eyebrow at his hoarse voice.
‘Hey, I’m not looking after you. I’m giving you a drink.’ He blinked, and took it, taking a tentative sip. Pain flashed across her face. ‘It’s not poisoned.’ He nodded, and took a draught of it. It ran gently over his throat, soothing and calming it, and refreshed it. When he’d finished it, she took it from him, and offered him some salad. He declined, and looked at her thoughtfully.
‘Are you Mikayla Jordon?’ she tensed, and then nodded.
‘I know who you are. But I don’t know what you’ve got to do with me.’ Draco looked at her sullenly, suddenly tired, when Mikayla waved it aside. ‘It doesn’t matter. That man, Lucius Malfoy, he was accused of killing my Mother.’ Draco nodded. ‘Where’s your Mother?’
‘Dead,’ Draco stated flatly, his eyes cold. Mikayla realised everything.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why you were so upset?’ her voice was delicate and calm, but Draco didn’t want pity or understanding.
‘Shut up!’ he said coldly, and her stance changed from friendly to hostile, like a tigress ready to pounce.
‘I know you don’t want my pity Malfoy. I have no idea why I saved you when your Father killed my Mother, but I saw you running form, him, so I helped. Your family is the reason I have no family at all, so don’t you dare tell me to shut up when I could have left you for dead.’ Draco looked at her, to see fire lighting up her eyes.
‘You have no idea the hell I’ve been through,’ eh snarled. She nodded.
‘I do, because I’m living it.’ She stood, and walked to the entrance to the cave. He face looked tired and weary as she gazed out over the valley below. “Did he kill your Mother?’ he nodded as she walked back over, back in control of herself. She sat down opposite him, hugged her knees to her chest and set her head down on them, watching him. He glared back, but she met his gaze coolly. ‘What would he have done to you if I’d not answered your call?’ Draco swallowed heavily, his throat raw once more. She poured him another glass of the refreshing drink, but he didn’t take it.
‘If I tell you, it’s because you saved me, and you are never to repeat any of it.’ She nodded, and waited patiently. Draco took a deep breath, and began to cough violently. She immediately pushed him back onto the blanket, covering him with a thick blanket.
‘Never mind. You can tell me another day. Rest, and then when you’re better, we’ll talk.’ Draco frowned at her.
‘I don’t need looking after,’ he reminded. She looked him straight in the eye.
‘Yes you do.’ She stood, and walked to the entrance to the cave. He sat up and watched her sit down Indian style and sit there for an age. It was a while before he realised she was crying. Then, before he had made up his mind about whether to ignore her or go to her, he heard her begin to sing.
‘You walk unscathed to reach me,’ the haunting words washed over him.
‘No ploughman’s blade shall cut thee down.’
‘No cutler’s horns shall mark thy face.’
‘You are coming home to our town.’
‘You are walking over marshes for me.’
‘You are crying at night my face to see.’
\'You are following the winding paths.\'
‘You are coming home to me.’
She began to rock slightly as she repeated the words softly, her sobs gradually subsiding. He took comfort in the song, and managed to lie back and fall asleep once more.