Changing Minds in Hard Times
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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24
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14,030
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73
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Four
Draco was still locked in the guest room, but now, to Harry’s obvious relief, was wearing clothing.
Harry had been more then surprised when Draco had, without any fuss, put on muggle jeans and a t-shirt. In fact, he seemed like he was more comfortable in these clothes.
When Draco was dressed, and had used a nearby comb to get the tangles out of his hair, he turned towards the fire, and then looked over at the pile of death eater clothing he had arrived in. With a disgusted look on his face, he waved his hand and the old clothing flew across the room and into the blazing fireplace. He watched it burn before turning back to face Harry Potter.
“I know you don’t trust me, Potter. I don’t expect you to. At least not right away. I just hope you believe me when I say I’m not a death eater. I’ve done horrible things just to survive –to try to fit in- but it wasn’t who I am. I want you to know that I am willing to do anything to help you win this war. It’s what I was meant to do.”
“You mean the prophecy, don’t you?”
“Yes. My mother went to a seer when she was pregnant. I was her miracle child. My parents never expected to be able to reproduce, after my mother was cursed by Voldemort as a punishment to my father for a failed mission he was sent on. Voldemort knew how much my father wanted, no, needed an heir. Anyhow, the seer told my mother that I was meant to be a weapon for the side of light. Another child would be born, a boy who would save the world, and he would need me to access his greatest power.”
Draco brought his eyes up to meet Harry’s, and saw disbelief written on his face, and in those unbelievably green eyes.
“I know you don’t want to believe me. But I have known since the day we met in Madam Malkin’s robe shop, that I am meant to help you.” The truth was a bit different, but Harry would be in no mood to hear the full truth.
“So you just want us to keep you from Voldemort for now?”
“In so many words, yes.”
“Well, since we can’t turn you back over to the death eaters anyway, and increase their numbers by even one more, I suppose that’s not too much to ask. But as for not keeping you in the same rooms as them, why shouldn’t we?”
“Potter, you couldn’t even begin to understand what they would do to me. What they have done to me.”
“Then tell me, Malfoy.”
Draco sighed, turned back to the fireplace, and shook his head to clear it from the surge of bad memories thinking of the past evoked.
“They raped me, Potter. All of them. Voldemort too. He owns me. He told them they could use me, for whatever they liked. My own father raped me as the first part of the initiation into the death eaters – before they realized that they couldn’t give me the dark mark or I would be useless to Voldemort as anything other then a sex toy.”
“Malfoy, I had no idea.” Harry said. He wanted to step foreword and take the other man into his arms, to help him forget the painful memories. But he held himself where he was.
“It doesn’t matter, Potter. Just don’t put me in with them…please. They wouldn’t hesitate to use me again.”
“I’ll make sure you’re kept in this room.”
“Thank you, Potter.”
Harry had been more then surprised when Draco had, without any fuss, put on muggle jeans and a t-shirt. In fact, he seemed like he was more comfortable in these clothes.
When Draco was dressed, and had used a nearby comb to get the tangles out of his hair, he turned towards the fire, and then looked over at the pile of death eater clothing he had arrived in. With a disgusted look on his face, he waved his hand and the old clothing flew across the room and into the blazing fireplace. He watched it burn before turning back to face Harry Potter.
“I know you don’t trust me, Potter. I don’t expect you to. At least not right away. I just hope you believe me when I say I’m not a death eater. I’ve done horrible things just to survive –to try to fit in- but it wasn’t who I am. I want you to know that I am willing to do anything to help you win this war. It’s what I was meant to do.”
“You mean the prophecy, don’t you?”
“Yes. My mother went to a seer when she was pregnant. I was her miracle child. My parents never expected to be able to reproduce, after my mother was cursed by Voldemort as a punishment to my father for a failed mission he was sent on. Voldemort knew how much my father wanted, no, needed an heir. Anyhow, the seer told my mother that I was meant to be a weapon for the side of light. Another child would be born, a boy who would save the world, and he would need me to access his greatest power.”
Draco brought his eyes up to meet Harry’s, and saw disbelief written on his face, and in those unbelievably green eyes.
“I know you don’t want to believe me. But I have known since the day we met in Madam Malkin’s robe shop, that I am meant to help you.” The truth was a bit different, but Harry would be in no mood to hear the full truth.
“So you just want us to keep you from Voldemort for now?”
“In so many words, yes.”
“Well, since we can’t turn you back over to the death eaters anyway, and increase their numbers by even one more, I suppose that’s not too much to ask. But as for not keeping you in the same rooms as them, why shouldn’t we?”
“Potter, you couldn’t even begin to understand what they would do to me. What they have done to me.”
“Then tell me, Malfoy.”
Draco sighed, turned back to the fireplace, and shook his head to clear it from the surge of bad memories thinking of the past evoked.
“They raped me, Potter. All of them. Voldemort too. He owns me. He told them they could use me, for whatever they liked. My own father raped me as the first part of the initiation into the death eaters – before they realized that they couldn’t give me the dark mark or I would be useless to Voldemort as anything other then a sex toy.”
“Malfoy, I had no idea.” Harry said. He wanted to step foreword and take the other man into his arms, to help him forget the painful memories. But he held himself where he was.
“It doesn’t matter, Potter. Just don’t put me in with them…please. They wouldn’t hesitate to use me again.”
“I’ll make sure you’re kept in this room.”
“Thank you, Potter.”