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Beyond the Realm of Reason
Disclaimer: I don\'t own them and I don’t want to. I’m just borrowing them for a bit, but they will be returned, no harm done. No financial gain expected.
Rating: PG-13 to start, working to R later
Pairing: HP/DM
Summary: WIP Harry Potter has a “despise-hate” relationship with Draco Malfoy. A summer correspondence begins and slashy goodness will ensue. Early fluff, but it all balances out. If you don’t like slash, please don’t bother reading.
Feedback: Please read and review, but no flames, please!
Archiving: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=11254 and also at http://www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com.
A/N1: Many thanks to everyone who is reading this and reviewing. I appreciate your comments very much!
A/N2: Thanks to a wonderful beta and a good (and reassuring) friend, Charour our ideas and help are always invaluable to me. Any errors left behind will be mine alone. Thoughts indicated by parenthesis, unless it is contained within one of the \"letters\". WIP
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Chapter Six
Beyond the Realm of Reason
I don\'t know what the hell I was thinking when I admitted my weakness and guilt to Glenn in the last letter I\'d sent him. I must have been out of my bloody mind to have actually brought it up. But something in his replies to me had made me want to confide in him, stranger or not. Actually, he was beginning to feel less of a stranger and more as a friend to me as our writing progressed. Although I was pretty sure that once he knew who and what I was, he would want absolutely nothing more to do with me. I\'d just hoped I wasn\'t right.
After supper, I\'d helped Aunt Petunia with the washing up, then went back up to my room to sit and think for a bit. Not that thinking was a high priority on my list of things to do or anything, but ever since I\'d started writing to Glenn, I found myself thinking more often, and more often than not, I found myself thinking soley about Glenn, imagining where he was, what he was doing, and what he might look like. I\'d just plopped myself down on the bed with a book when the little owl appeared, tapping on my window. I was almost afraid to read the message that she held for me in her beak.e hoe hopped inside as soon as I\'d opened the window, putting the letter on the bedside table. I no longer had to invite her to rest on Hedwig\'s perch, she already knew that she\'d be welcomed there. My gaze turned to the missive on the table. A sick feeling twisted in my gut, and I was really afraid of what the letter might contain. Maybe it was irrational to be afraid, but I had exposed a crucial weakness to him and knew that he would turn away in disgust.
I left the letter to lie there overnight, untouched. When I awoke the next morning, my attention once again turned to it. I guess my need to know what the letter said was stronger than my fear, so after putting my glasses on, I reached over and plucked the letter off of the table. Very slowly I unfolded it, and with my heart in my stomach, I let my mind take in what was written there.
My beautiful, beautiful Harry...
Don\'t ever, EVER, doubt that you are beautiful! Not only are you beautiful on the inside, I just happen to think that the outside is put together rather nicely as well. I can\'t begin to count the number of nights I have sat in my room, thinking of you, wishing that you were here beside me, and that I could show you just how beautiful I know that you are.
My breath caught in my throat and I felt myself starting to grin, thinking \'he still thinks I\'m beautiful!\' I looked back down at the letter and noticed that there were tiny splotches dotting the parchment, causing some of the words to smudge slightly. I continue to read.
You are not responsible for the deaths of your parents, Cedric or Sirius. You should stop feeling guilty for them. There is only one person responsible for those deaths, and we both know who that is. I don\'t think of you as weak, on the contrary, I think you are the strongest person I know. And I don\'t think you are the saviour of the wizarding world, nor do I think you are meant to be.
Then, like a freight train, it hit me. Glenn had been crying when he put these thoughts to parchment. Not just crying, hebeenbeen crying over me. This knowledge sent fingers of warmth throughout me, and it was with new found hope that I finished reading his letter.
You, Harry Potter, are my saviour. And every day of my life, I thank my lucky stars for you.
Love,
Glenn
I was no longer able to contain the happiness that was bursting inside of me, and my own tears flowed once more. I hugged his letter tightly against my chest for a few moments, allowing myself to feel something that I never thought I would dare to feel. For the first time in my life, I felt like I might be falling in love, and that was amazing.
Dearest Glenn,
You have no idea how happy you made me with your last letter. I had convinced myself that once you knew what a failure I was, you would want nothing more to do with me. I have never been happier to be proven wrong about anything in my life.
You\'ve got it completely wrong about me being your saviour, Glenn. If anything, you have been mine. This summer is proving to be the best I\'ve ever spent, and that\'s all because of you. Until I heard from you, my days were spent mainly working in the garden, or helping my aunt do the washing up. My relatives have been pretty much ignoring me, which is a welcome change from the usual open hostility. At least they aren\'t forcing me to be their slave labour this summer. Your letters are the bright spot of my day. So you see, you have prevented my untimely death from boredom. I am forever in your debt.
You say that the day will come when I\'ll no longer have to wonder who you are, and I am going to take you at your word about that. My nature won\'t allow a mystery such as yourself to remain unsolved, so please don\'t make me wait too long. Because the truth of the matter is that I fancy you beyond the realm of reason.
Love,
Harry
P.S. What\'s your owl\'s name? I\'m sure she\'s tired of me calling her \"girl.\"
I sent the message out with the little owl, then headed downstairs to embark on my day. I\'d missed breakfast, so I just went outside to work in the garden a bit. Even if nothing required my attention there, I would find things to do just because I enjoyed the solitude the garden provided. On that day I did a little weeding, then lay down on the grass and began trying to unravel the mystery of Glenn deWedlour. I knew that this had to be a pseudonym, because as far as I knew, there were no students at Hogwarts with that name. I ventured a guess that the name had a meaning, but I was definitely sure that it was a piece of the puzzle that would lead me to his identity, however I\'ve never been good at solving riddles. So laying there in the grass, I decided that I was going to come out to my best friends before we returned to school. Knowing how much Hermione loved a mystery, I was pretty sure that I could enlist her help in putting the pieces of the puzzle known as Glenn deWedlour together.
Glenn\'s response arrived shortly before lunch. I saw his owl fly overhead as I lay in the grass, so I hurried upstairs to let her in and read the letter she brought for me.
Hello, gorgeous!
I always knew you would end up fancying me beyond the realm of reason, as you put it. I am quite irresistible, you know. It was only a matter of time before you noticed my obvious charm.
It\'s very fortunate for you that you have me to save you from an early death from sheer boredom. Does this mean that I am The-Irresitable-Boy-That-Saved-The-Beautiful-Boy-Who-Lives-From-Death-By-Immeasurable-Tedium? Hmm, not only beautiful, but stunning, handsome, lovely, exquisite, and absolutely breath-taking also applies. Am I giving you a swollen head yet? I\'ve decided that I\'m going to make it my personal crusade to ensure that your head is always properly swollen, Harry. In fact, I shall accept this higher calling with relish.
No offense, but your relatives sound like a bunch of berks, Harry. I can\'t imagine why you would keep going back there year after year, it makes no sense to me. Maybe you\'d care to explain the logic behind it?
Before I send this off, I just want to say that I\'m glad that I helped prove you wrong about me, and more importantly, about yourself. Like I said before, I see past all the crap that\'s been put on you by other people, and all of that \"Boy-Who-Lived shite means absolutely nothing to me. I hope you\'ll remember that in the future, and have a little faith in me.
Love,
Your Glenn
P.S. My owl is called Psyche. It appears that she enjoys spending time with you!
My face screwed up in a grin and I don\'t think I\'ve ever laughed so hard at anything as I did at Glenn\'s letter. It seemed that my new friend had a quick sense of humour and a way of saying things that could make me both laugh and blush at the same time. The more I knew of him, the more I started to understand that he might be \'the one.\' I quickly went down for lunch, helped clean up, then hurried upstairs to write him back. My days began to take shape around reading or responding to Glenn.
My dear, charmingly irresistible Glenn,
You\'re one crazy bastard, do you know that? Your letter really made me laugh, I can\'t remember having ever laughing so hard before. It\'s something that I\'ve not been able to do for such ag tig time, I want you to know you have my heartfelt thanks. Oh, and just for the record, my head is suitably swollen now, and I have you to thank for that as well. I just hope your personal crusade also includes making sure that my head is deflated every so often, I wouldn\'t want it to swell so much that it feels like it might explode. I will hold you personally responsible if that happens.
Tell me something I already don\'t know about the Dursley\'s. Part of me wants to be spiteful and hate them for every little thing they\'ve done, (or haven\'t done, as the case may be) but I\'m starting to realise that I can\'t have a happy future if I let my miserable past mire me down. And I really want to have a happy future, I deserve that much. You\'ve made me realise this. But to answer your question as to why I keep getting sent back here time and time again, it is because of blood magic. The Dursley\'s are my only protection against Voldemort, although I wish they weren\'t. Maybe once we meet face to face I can go into more detail about it. It\'s really just a bit depressing.
Anyway, I\'m anxious to get this letter off to you, so I\'ll finish and send Psyche on her way. What a beautiful name you chose for her, it really seems to fit her. Did you name her Psyche from the Greek myth?
I\'m glad you see past all of the crap Glenn, and I have more than a little faith in you, and because of you, I am learning to have faith in myself, as well.
Love,
Your Harry
I gave Psyche another treat and rubbed her head affectionately. She was my only tangible link to Glenn at the time and I wished that she could pass my touch on to him somehow. She gave my fingers a nibble, then flew off with my latest message to the charmingly irresistible boy who was fast claiming my heart.
TBC
Rating: PG-13 to start, working to R later
Pairing: HP/DM
Summary: WIP Harry Potter has a “despise-hate” relationship with Draco Malfoy. A summer correspondence begins and slashy goodness will ensue. Early fluff, but it all balances out. If you don’t like slash, please don’t bother reading.
Feedback: Please read and review, but no flames, please!
Archiving: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=11254 and also at http://www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com.
A/N1: Many thanks to everyone who is reading this and reviewing. I appreciate your comments very much!
A/N2: Thanks to a wonderful beta and a good (and reassuring) friend, Charour our ideas and help are always invaluable to me. Any errors left behind will be mine alone. Thoughts indicated by parenthesis, unless it is contained within one of the \"letters\". WIP
>
Beyond the Realm of Reason
I don\'t know what the hell I was thinking when I admitted my weakness and guilt to Glenn in the last letter I\'d sent him. I must have been out of my bloody mind to have actually brought it up. But something in his replies to me had made me want to confide in him, stranger or not. Actually, he was beginning to feel less of a stranger and more as a friend to me as our writing progressed. Although I was pretty sure that once he knew who and what I was, he would want absolutely nothing more to do with me. I\'d just hoped I wasn\'t right.
After supper, I\'d helped Aunt Petunia with the washing up, then went back up to my room to sit and think for a bit. Not that thinking was a high priority on my list of things to do or anything, but ever since I\'d started writing to Glenn, I found myself thinking more often, and more often than not, I found myself thinking soley about Glenn, imagining where he was, what he was doing, and what he might look like. I\'d just plopped myself down on the bed with a book when the little owl appeared, tapping on my window. I was almost afraid to read the message that she held for me in her beak.e hoe hopped inside as soon as I\'d opened the window, putting the letter on the bedside table. I no longer had to invite her to rest on Hedwig\'s perch, she already knew that she\'d be welcomed there. My gaze turned to the missive on the table. A sick feeling twisted in my gut, and I was really afraid of what the letter might contain. Maybe it was irrational to be afraid, but I had exposed a crucial weakness to him and knew that he would turn away in disgust.
I left the letter to lie there overnight, untouched. When I awoke the next morning, my attention once again turned to it. I guess my need to know what the letter said was stronger than my fear, so after putting my glasses on, I reached over and plucked the letter off of the table. Very slowly I unfolded it, and with my heart in my stomach, I let my mind take in what was written there.
My beautiful, beautiful Harry...
Don\'t ever, EVER, doubt that you are beautiful! Not only are you beautiful on the inside, I just happen to think that the outside is put together rather nicely as well. I can\'t begin to count the number of nights I have sat in my room, thinking of you, wishing that you were here beside me, and that I could show you just how beautiful I know that you are.
My breath caught in my throat and I felt myself starting to grin, thinking \'he still thinks I\'m beautiful!\' I looked back down at the letter and noticed that there were tiny splotches dotting the parchment, causing some of the words to smudge slightly. I continue to read.
You are not responsible for the deaths of your parents, Cedric or Sirius. You should stop feeling guilty for them. There is only one person responsible for those deaths, and we both know who that is. I don\'t think of you as weak, on the contrary, I think you are the strongest person I know. And I don\'t think you are the saviour of the wizarding world, nor do I think you are meant to be.
Then, like a freight train, it hit me. Glenn had been crying when he put these thoughts to parchment. Not just crying, hebeenbeen crying over me. This knowledge sent fingers of warmth throughout me, and it was with new found hope that I finished reading his letter.
You, Harry Potter, are my saviour. And every day of my life, I thank my lucky stars for you.
Love,
Glenn
I was no longer able to contain the happiness that was bursting inside of me, and my own tears flowed once more. I hugged his letter tightly against my chest for a few moments, allowing myself to feel something that I never thought I would dare to feel. For the first time in my life, I felt like I might be falling in love, and that was amazing.
Dearest Glenn,
You have no idea how happy you made me with your last letter. I had convinced myself that once you knew what a failure I was, you would want nothing more to do with me. I have never been happier to be proven wrong about anything in my life.
You\'ve got it completely wrong about me being your saviour, Glenn. If anything, you have been mine. This summer is proving to be the best I\'ve ever spent, and that\'s all because of you. Until I heard from you, my days were spent mainly working in the garden, or helping my aunt do the washing up. My relatives have been pretty much ignoring me, which is a welcome change from the usual open hostility. At least they aren\'t forcing me to be their slave labour this summer. Your letters are the bright spot of my day. So you see, you have prevented my untimely death from boredom. I am forever in your debt.
You say that the day will come when I\'ll no longer have to wonder who you are, and I am going to take you at your word about that. My nature won\'t allow a mystery such as yourself to remain unsolved, so please don\'t make me wait too long. Because the truth of the matter is that I fancy you beyond the realm of reason.
Love,
Harry
P.S. What\'s your owl\'s name? I\'m sure she\'s tired of me calling her \"girl.\"
I sent the message out with the little owl, then headed downstairs to embark on my day. I\'d missed breakfast, so I just went outside to work in the garden a bit. Even if nothing required my attention there, I would find things to do just because I enjoyed the solitude the garden provided. On that day I did a little weeding, then lay down on the grass and began trying to unravel the mystery of Glenn deWedlour. I knew that this had to be a pseudonym, because as far as I knew, there were no students at Hogwarts with that name. I ventured a guess that the name had a meaning, but I was definitely sure that it was a piece of the puzzle that would lead me to his identity, however I\'ve never been good at solving riddles. So laying there in the grass, I decided that I was going to come out to my best friends before we returned to school. Knowing how much Hermione loved a mystery, I was pretty sure that I could enlist her help in putting the pieces of the puzzle known as Glenn deWedlour together.
Glenn\'s response arrived shortly before lunch. I saw his owl fly overhead as I lay in the grass, so I hurried upstairs to let her in and read the letter she brought for me.
Hello, gorgeous!
I always knew you would end up fancying me beyond the realm of reason, as you put it. I am quite irresistible, you know. It was only a matter of time before you noticed my obvious charm.
It\'s very fortunate for you that you have me to save you from an early death from sheer boredom. Does this mean that I am The-Irresitable-Boy-That-Saved-The-Beautiful-Boy-Who-Lives-From-Death-By-Immeasurable-Tedium? Hmm, not only beautiful, but stunning, handsome, lovely, exquisite, and absolutely breath-taking also applies. Am I giving you a swollen head yet? I\'ve decided that I\'m going to make it my personal crusade to ensure that your head is always properly swollen, Harry. In fact, I shall accept this higher calling with relish.
No offense, but your relatives sound like a bunch of berks, Harry. I can\'t imagine why you would keep going back there year after year, it makes no sense to me. Maybe you\'d care to explain the logic behind it?
Before I send this off, I just want to say that I\'m glad that I helped prove you wrong about me, and more importantly, about yourself. Like I said before, I see past all the crap that\'s been put on you by other people, and all of that \"Boy-Who-Lived shite means absolutely nothing to me. I hope you\'ll remember that in the future, and have a little faith in me.
Love,
Your Glenn
P.S. My owl is called Psyche. It appears that she enjoys spending time with you!
My face screwed up in a grin and I don\'t think I\'ve ever laughed so hard at anything as I did at Glenn\'s letter. It seemed that my new friend had a quick sense of humour and a way of saying things that could make me both laugh and blush at the same time. The more I knew of him, the more I started to understand that he might be \'the one.\' I quickly went down for lunch, helped clean up, then hurried upstairs to write him back. My days began to take shape around reading or responding to Glenn.
My dear, charmingly irresistible Glenn,
You\'re one crazy bastard, do you know that? Your letter really made me laugh, I can\'t remember having ever laughing so hard before. It\'s something that I\'ve not been able to do for such ag tig time, I want you to know you have my heartfelt thanks. Oh, and just for the record, my head is suitably swollen now, and I have you to thank for that as well. I just hope your personal crusade also includes making sure that my head is deflated every so often, I wouldn\'t want it to swell so much that it feels like it might explode. I will hold you personally responsible if that happens.
Tell me something I already don\'t know about the Dursley\'s. Part of me wants to be spiteful and hate them for every little thing they\'ve done, (or haven\'t done, as the case may be) but I\'m starting to realise that I can\'t have a happy future if I let my miserable past mire me down. And I really want to have a happy future, I deserve that much. You\'ve made me realise this. But to answer your question as to why I keep getting sent back here time and time again, it is because of blood magic. The Dursley\'s are my only protection against Voldemort, although I wish they weren\'t. Maybe once we meet face to face I can go into more detail about it. It\'s really just a bit depressing.
Anyway, I\'m anxious to get this letter off to you, so I\'ll finish and send Psyche on her way. What a beautiful name you chose for her, it really seems to fit her. Did you name her Psyche from the Greek myth?
I\'m glad you see past all of the crap Glenn, and I have more than a little faith in you, and because of you, I am learning to have faith in myself, as well.
Love,
Your Harry
I gave Psyche another treat and rubbed her head affectionately. She was my only tangible link to Glenn at the time and I wished that she could pass my touch on to him somehow. She gave my fingers a nibble, then flew off with my latest message to the charmingly irresistible boy who was fast claiming my heart.
TBC