The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
6,681
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25
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4
The Heirs of Heaven and Hell
Chapter: 4
Rated: R
Cat: A/U with Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: HP isn’t mine. The story line is and so are other imagined characters.
Beta: Maria Conner. Thank you!
Draco sat silently in the compartment with his sketchbook. The scarlet train had his eyes widening at first sight. As soon as he stepped foot onto the train, he knew that things would be different. Draco had made sure to come early before the crowd so that he wouldn’t stick out. His pale features and platinum blonde hair made him an easy target. Draco shaded in the scythe on his latest drawing. He had dreamed of Death last night. It wore a black hooded cloak. In its left hand it held a scythe and in the right, a broken cross. Draco had never seen the Angel of Death while dwelling in Heaven. He wondered what the dream meant.
It was only 10:30 in the morning and Harry was already itching for a cigarette. The whole good boy act wasn’t sitting well with him and all he really wanted was a Jack Daniels.
‘I guess it’s time to get on this damn thing” thought Harry.
Harry had not even taken a step when something hard crashed into him. As a muffled voice made its way to Harry’s ears, he vowed to never let his guard down again.
“What?” asked Harry, lifting a hand to his aching head.
“Sorry mate! I didn’t mean to crash into you,” said the voice.
Harry looked up to find a tall redheaded boy smiling at him with an outstretched hand. He forced a smile to his face and grabbed the offered hand, allowing himself to be lifted back to his feet.
“The name’s Ron Weasley. Are you new?” asked the boy.
“Harry Potter. Yeah, it’s my first time here,” replied Harry.
“Great! In that case, you’ve met the right person. You wouldn’t want to mix in with any bad blood,” said Ron with a smile. (A/N: The irony, I know)
Harry smiled back and followed Ron onto the train. He could not believe that his contact had told him to get help from this person. Harry rubbed his shoulder. That accident better have been worth it.
Chapter: 4
Rated: R
Cat: A/U with Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: HP isn’t mine. The story line is and so are other imagined characters.
Beta: Maria Conner. Thank you!
Draco sat silently in the compartment with his sketchbook. The scarlet train had his eyes widening at first sight. As soon as he stepped foot onto the train, he knew that things would be different. Draco had made sure to come early before the crowd so that he wouldn’t stick out. His pale features and platinum blonde hair made him an easy target. Draco shaded in the scythe on his latest drawing. He had dreamed of Death last night. It wore a black hooded cloak. In its left hand it held a scythe and in the right, a broken cross. Draco had never seen the Angel of Death while dwelling in Heaven. He wondered what the dream meant.
It was only 10:30 in the morning and Harry was already itching for a cigarette. The whole good boy act wasn’t sitting well with him and all he really wanted was a Jack Daniels.
‘I guess it’s time to get on this damn thing” thought Harry.
Harry had not even taken a step when something hard crashed into him. As a muffled voice made its way to Harry’s ears, he vowed to never let his guard down again.
“What?” asked Harry, lifting a hand to his aching head.
“Sorry mate! I didn’t mean to crash into you,” said the voice.
Harry looked up to find a tall redheaded boy smiling at him with an outstretched hand. He forced a smile to his face and grabbed the offered hand, allowing himself to be lifted back to his feet.
“The name’s Ron Weasley. Are you new?” asked the boy.
“Harry Potter. Yeah, it’s my first time here,” replied Harry.
“Great! In that case, you’ve met the right person. You wouldn’t want to mix in with any bad blood,” said Ron with a smile. (A/N: The irony, I know)
Harry smiled back and followed Ron onto the train. He could not believe that his contact had told him to get help from this person. Harry rubbed his shoulder. That accident better have been worth it.