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Chapter Six - Christmas
A/N: Very short, but the next one will be longer. And thank you for the reviews! I'm still stoked so many people like my story! ^^ And also, footsteps in the sand is not written by me, in case anyone hasn't read it before. It is by an unknown writer.
Chapter Six - Christmas
After that, Harry made no more attempts at talking to Draco. Most of the time, Draco was glad. And life continued. Christmas went by. Draco stayed at school because Snape wanted him to. To his mother, he said it was to catch up. He did not want her to worry. He did not have to say anything to his father, seeing as he was sure he knew the real reason anyway. Not many people stayed around, so Snape spent most of the time with him. Luckily, Harry had gone with the Weasleys, so Draco could finally re-visit that favourite room of his.
Harry had a great holiday. Draco did not crawl into his thoughts many times at all, and when he did Harry managed to push him out. He had promised himself to have a great holiday, and so he was. Hermione had gone with her parents, which Harry was secretly happy about. It had gotten so hard to be around them lately, with all the eyeing and teasing and laughing. He wished they could just get it over with and kiss. Now he could have Ron for himself, and it was great having his best friend back. He got great presents too, from the Weasleys, Hermione, and Hagrid. He got one from the Dursleys as well, even though he would have gladly skipped that one: a box of matches, most of them used. They probably hoped he would set himself on fire. In the midst of all the holiday-spirits, the singing and the cheering and the eating and the hugging, he found himself thinking of Draco. He wondered if he received his gift.
Far, far away from Harry, Draco sat in his dorm room. He was alone, which suited him perfectly. He had opened all his presents, a huge pile of very expensive gifts, and was now trying to feel happy. He could not really care though. Soon, he got sick of sitting there and went outside. He had not gotten far in the snowy winter wonderland when a snow-white owl came flying towards him. It landed on his shoulder, holding out its leg to him. Draco took the envelope presented to him and opened it. It was a post-card. Draco turned it and saw there was no name. In fact all it read was, ‘Hope you’re okay’. He turned it again, reading the text.
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of Footprints in the sand;
one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the Footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of Footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and sadest times of his life.
This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it:
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed
that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of Footprints.
I don’t understand why,
when I needed you the most,
you would leave me.”
The Lord replied:
“My son, My precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you have seen only one set of Footprints,
it was Then that I carried you.”
Draco had tears in his eyes when he had finished it, from the cold of course. He did not really believe in God; he stopped doing that when he was five, but it still gave him some comfort. He could quite easily guess whom it was from. After all, no one he knew had such ugly handwriting. He looked at it again. He could not remember ever being so happy over a Christmas card ever.
The gift he got from Snape consisted of a whipping, scarring his back and thighs. When he was done, Snape looked at him for a long time, admiring his work.
“I’ve always wanted to brand you.”
That night, instead of going to his room, he read the card. Throughout the rest of the holiday, he read the card a total of twenty-six times. Those few letters, ‘Hope you’re okay’, were etched into his memory forever.
After that, Harry made no more attempts at talking to Draco. Most of the time, Draco was glad. And life continued. Christmas went by. Draco stayed at school because Snape wanted him to. To his mother, he said it was to catch up. He did not want her to worry. He did not have to say anything to his father, seeing as he was sure he knew the real reason anyway. Not many people stayed around, so Snape spent most of the time with him. Luckily, Harry had gone with the Weasleys, so Draco could finally re-visit that favourite room of his.
Harry had a great holiday. Draco did not crawl into his thoughts many times at all, and when he did Harry managed to push him out. He had promised himself to have a great holiday, and so he was. Hermione had gone with her parents, which Harry was secretly happy about. It had gotten so hard to be around them lately, with all the eyeing and teasing and laughing. He wished they could just get it over with and kiss. Now he could have Ron for himself, and it was great having his best friend back. He got great presents too, from the Weasleys, Hermione, and Hagrid. He got one from the Dursleys as well, even though he would have gladly skipped that one: a box of matches, most of them used. They probably hoped he would set himself on fire. In the midst of all the holiday-spirits, the singing and the cheering and the eating and the hugging, he found himself thinking of Draco. He wondered if he received his gift.
Far, far away from Harry, Draco sat in his dorm room. He was alone, which suited him perfectly. He had opened all his presents, a huge pile of very expensive gifts, and was now trying to feel happy. He could not really care though. Soon, he got sick of sitting there and went outside. He had not gotten far in the snowy winter wonderland when a snow-white owl came flying towards him. It landed on his shoulder, holding out its leg to him. Draco took the envelope presented to him and opened it. It was a post-card. Draco turned it and saw there was no name. In fact all it read was, ‘Hope you’re okay’. He turned it again, reading the text.
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of Footprints in the sand;
one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the Footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of Footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and sadest times of his life.
This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it:
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed
that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of Footprints.
I don’t understand why,
when I needed you the most,
you would leave me.”
The Lord replied:
“My son, My precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you have seen only one set of Footprints,
it was Then that I carried you.”
Draco had tears in his eyes when he had finished it, from the cold of course. He did not really believe in God; he stopped doing that when he was five, but it still gave him some comfort. He could quite easily guess whom it was from. After all, no one he knew had such ugly handwriting. He looked at it again. He could not remember ever being so happy over a Christmas card ever.
The gift he got from Snape consisted of a whipping, scarring his back and thighs. When he was done, Snape looked at him for a long time, admiring his work.
“I’ve always wanted to brand you.”
That night, instead of going to his room, he read the card. Throughout the rest of the holiday, he read the card a total of twenty-six times. Those few letters, ‘Hope you’re okay’, were etched into his memory forever.