The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul

Title: The Lone Cry of a Forgotten Soul

Description: Years after the end of the war and it’s like “Who’s Harry Potter?” Forced to relive past traumas in his forgotten existence Harry seems to draw further away from life when certain blonds try to pry their way back into his world. R&R please! M/M, OC (sorta), Slash

Category Harry Potter books

Subcategory: Harry/Draco

Rating: R (may be NC-17 at some points)

Just so you know Harry Potter and all recognizable names and places and drinks and whatever belong to J.K. Rowling and I therefore own everything else. ::sniffle:: I want DRACO!! He’s mine… mine I tell you! He belongs to me!! Harry and all else is hers but Draco is mine!!

Man in white coat #2: “I can’t believe he’s threatening me!” ::sips on coffee in break room on third floor::
Security guard #1: “We was told to man-handle you if you weren’t looking for the uhh squirrel.”
Man in white coat #2: ::sputters on coffee:: “That fucker! Can’t we just say that I am looking for her?”
Security guard #2: “No sir! You gotta either be looking or you gotta be backing up against that table in the middle of the room.”
Man in white coat #2: “I’m looking alright?” ::shoves coffee cups in guard #1’s hand and grumbles out the door::
Security guard #1: “Free coffee!”
Security guard #2: “Moron…” ::smacks guard #1 upside the head::
Security guard #1: ::spills coffee:: “HOT HOT HOT!!!”
Security guard #2: “I’m hot you’re hot he’s hot she’s hot!” ::sings::

A/N: I knew I paid those guards good money! So… as they are doing a good job they can protect me against you readers. Haha, I was mean wasn’t I? Well, so I don’t get harassed anymore or verbally assaulted… here it is, for your viewing pleasure, chapter seven! ::pats guards on shoulder:: “So how long do you think it’ll take before they realize I’m with you guys?” ::smirks::


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-chapter seven-

“Honestly Draco if I knew what happened I wouldn’t be this shaken! Do something!!” Alexia yelled as she stared at the destroyed bathroom. The floor was covered in water and blood puddles and littered with glass remnants from both the mirror and window. The tap was running, the toothbrush still sudsy and hanging precariously on the lip of the stained white marble sink. The shower was still running and the glass door had a huge crack running down the middle of it. The only thing noticeably missing in the disarray was the owner of the room: Harry.

“Alright, alright. Chill!” Draco yelled at both Eien and Alexia, effectively shutting their mouths so he could think. “I can try a locating spell on him, I just need something of his.” Draco took a deep breath and gazed calmly and collectively at the other two participants in the room. “And let’s get out of this room, it’s making me ill.” He turned on his heel and stepped into the bedroom, searching for something so he could cast the spell.

“You’re in his room for crying out loud Draco. Everything here is his!” Alexia snapped. “I’m sorry. I’m just… shaken is all.” She lowered her head and stood up, following Draco out of the bathroom, equally disgusted.

Draco walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. He looked at Alexia and the tiny dragon that was currently zigzagging his way towards him. “Come here Eien.” He scooped up the dragon ad placed him on the pillow to his right. He then glanced at the night table and saw a picture-frame face down. “Lexie?”

“Yes Draco?” she replied as she sat down next to him. “What is it?”

Draco blinked a few times and reached to flip over the picture frame. The picture was a wizard one, with fully animated images. Three faces smiled up at him and waved excitedly. His eyes widened in shock. “Lexie, do you know who these people are?” His voice ghosted over the picture in his hands.

Alexia shifted and looked at the picture, fully accustomed to the wizarding world and the concept of moving pictures. “Yea, that’s Harry,” she pointed at the raven-haired boy with glasses standing in the middle. “…and those other two were his friends from school. Hermione and Ron I think it was. Why?”

“Is Harry’s last name Potter?” Draco whispered still watching the three people in the picture as Hermione and Ron started ruffling Harry’s hair. He remembered that day quiet well, he had been dragged into taking the god-awful picture for the trio.

“Yea. Do you know him?” Alexia stared at Draco, unsure why he was suddenly so quiet.

“Actually I…” He stared at the door to the bedroom, as if he could see through it to the living room. A whoosh of air and a crash echoed into the bedroom. He lunged from the bed into the living room.

“What was that?” Alexia asked, rising and started for the living room after Draco.

“Stay there a sec!” Draco rounded a corner and found the fireplace, noticing the stray green flames that were licking the edges. “Sweet Merlin… Harry?” Draco dropped to the floor beside a prone figure that was nude beneath the welts, bruises and blood that covered the body. Taking a deep breath Draco inched forward and gently rolled the figure onto his back. “Sweet Merlin…”

The body groaned at the move and his head rolled the rest of the way to face Draco with closed eyes. Wet hair covered the eyes but couldn’t hide the forming bruises. A gash beneath the right eye bled slowly, creating rivulets of the crimson liquid to streak the pale face. The rest of the body was just a mass of raised welts, large bruises already turning colors, gashes and cuts that still leaked the crimson liquid of life, and undeniable traces of semen. Whatever happened to Harry happened quickly and left nothing to the imagination.

“Draco? Can I come out there?” Alexia asked from behind the bedroom door, Eien perched on her shoulder.

“No.” He pulled out his wand and cast a locking charm on the bedroom door. He then turned back to Harry and pushed the long raven hair out of his face. “Harry?” He bent lower, pulling his own hair out of the way, wishing he had remembered a hair tie for the first and most likely not last time that day. He listened for breathing and found a shallow rasping sound greeting his ears. “Oh Harry, please wake up.” He sat back on his heels and aimed the wand at Harry, murmuring healing charms left, right, and sideways to close the wounds and lessen the pain on the obvious bruises.

Harry groaned again and scrunched his eyes against the pain and the brightness of the room. He gasped for air as a sense of delayed shock took over him. “No… please no… gods no! NO! I didn’t kill him… I didn’t kill him… no… AHH! NO!!!” He lurched up off the floor and shouted in a croaky voice. Struggling to breathe and slow his heartbeat, he didn’t realize he was in his own home.

Draco had already fallen onto his arse and backed away a foot or so the second Harry started mumbling. Deciding the situation had settled he propped himself back onto his heels and watched Harry, a smirk in place as the welts on Harry’s back had nearly vanished completely. “I’d say that worked quiet well. Didn’t know you’d jump out of your skin with that last spell but at least you’re alive, right?” he asked light-heartedly, unsure if Harry would flee or if he would ask questions.

Neither happened… Harry froze. The diminishing pain gave him slight cause to worry who in the nine hells was in his flat but the fact that whoever it was blatantly said they were a wizard with the comment about the reaction of the spell made him freeze. Whoever this was, why did that voice sound so damn familiar?

“I’m sorry if I frightened you. I figured you wouldn’t want Alexia seeing you this mangled.” Draco let out a small chuckle then added, “or this nude. Unless of course you’ve slept with her then by all means tell me so and I’ll tell her it’s okay to come in here.” Draco chuckled hesitantly, really doubting this was the Harry he remembered, or if it was even the Harry he had defied the world for and protected with all that he could. Thoughts crashed in his mind, memories of his days at school, scenes from the war, and images of the dead.

~*~*~ FlAsHbAcK~*~*~

Draco stood between Harry and his godfather in the middle of their seventh year, on the brink of war. He had known all along that he wouldn’t follow his father into the ranks of Voldemort’s Death Eaters but he waited until the last possible minute to inform Harry and the rest of the Light side. Granted, his father was a spy for the Light side and it was his scheming mother who had forced the man into becoming a Death Eater, Draco didn’t let that bit of information out.

Both sides had divided the Forbidden Forest, giving both sides the opportunity to size-up their opponents. Draco instantly located his father and his mother. How he loathed his mother. His father was a different story; the man may not have been the best father in the world but he wasn’t against Draco, he was helping him. Turning away from the Death Eaters and the others who followed Voldemort, which ranged from giants to full-fledged werewolves, he looked at Harry. The boy, no, young man beside him was staring coldly at their enemies. Merlin, he could only be so scary when Voldemort was involved.

“Harry?” Draco put his left hand on Harry’s shoulder, instantly regretting the action the moment those piercing cold emeralds focused on him. Muscles taught and ready for action, Harry barely registered who was talking to him.

“What?” he replied harshly.

Draco pulled back, fear dancing across his features as Harry glared daggers at him. “I just wanted to tell you I loved you and that I’ll be waiting to embrace you the second this is all over.” Draco’s voice was quieter than he had hoped, and was laced with the fear he wished had remained hidden.

“Quit promising me things you can never keep.” Harry snarled and returned his sharp gaze back upon the ranks in the not too far distance.

Draco’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked at the ground beneath him, wondering if he would be able to feel its coldness when he was buried six feet within it. A hand on his shoulder jerked him out of that thought however and he glanced to his right, at his godfather.

“Don’t take his words so seriously Draco. He’s tense; we all are.” Severus smiled softly for the boy who he considered a son of his own, and despite popular belief, the sight wasn’t as scary as the world had made it out to be. “He appreciates your love, trust me.” He squeezed Draco’s shoulder before straightening his body and facing the opposite side of the vast field.

Draco nodded to himself and clenched his wand tightly. A flash of red to his left informed him it had begun. Harry had slipped out of his sight and Severus nodded once before moving ahead of him and then darting off to the left, covering someone else. Draco knew what he had to do. Locating his mother he took off and crept upon her.

“Ah my son, I see you have finally decided where your loyalties lie.” She spun and faced him, a grin splitting her face maliciously. She aimed her wand at his heart. “Perhaps a little respect is in order for you lord!”

Draco calmly met her wild gaze and raised his own wand. “I already know where my loyalties lie. And they do not agree with yours.” He stared her down, watched conflicting emotions flit across her face as she lowered her wand slightly.

“What are you saying Draconis? Would you kill your own mother for that worthless boy and the rest of them?” Narcissa scolded, raising her wand once again.

“I am saying, Narcissa, one thing and one thing only. And it isn’t I’m sorry. Avada Kedavra.” The tell-tale green light shot out of his wand and struck his mother in the chest, sending her flying backwards into the seemingly waiting arms of the nearest tree. Pity those arms were razor sharp and speared and gutted her upon impact.

“Draco!” Harry shouted from across the field, his eyes wide with horror. “Behind…” His voice didn’t carry and he prayed the message would be perceived correctly and quickly.

Draco spun to face the direction he thought he heard Harry’s voice, only to meet a searing pain greet his right shoulder. Gods that hurt! He glanced down to see a sword tip piercing his shoulder, from back to front. Gods that really hurt. He lurched forward as a foot collided with his back and the sword was yanked roughly back the way it had come. His eyes clouded over in pain as he searched frantically to meet those startling emerald eyes.

A hand pushed him further to the floor and a presence made itself known behind him. “I’m sorry I had to do this my son. Take a hint and play dead. If I get out of this alive I will look for you… if I can.” Lucius rose and made a show of kicking Draco in the gut, sending the youth into a coughing fit as he curled in upon himself. “Nice shot with Narcissa by the way. Thank you.” With that, Lucius stalked off and entered the fight once again.

Feet scuttled this way and that, screaming registered in his hazy mind, a body fell over him followed by someone stepping over him. “You would do well to give up and die Albusss. The world doesssn’t need an old fart like you running around.” A sibilant voice hissed above Draco’s prone body. “You would do oh ssso… ah. I sssee my true competition hasss arrived. Sssay goodnight Albusss.”

Dancing lights lit up Draco’s faded vision as Voldemort and Harry fought to the end. One body had fallen within Draco’s range of sight, Headmaster Dumbledore. One multi-colored streak of light flashed above Draco, striking Voldemort in the chest. Hisses, screams, smoke and burning flesh filled Draco’s senses and he passed out.

~*~*~ EnD fLaShBaCk ~*~*~

Draco shook his head and looked once again at Harry. For all he knew the man thought him dead, he would have if their roles had been reversed. Then again he would have most likely been dead long before Harry. “I… I’m sorry. Let me tell Lexie she can come in. I’ll be out of your way,” Draco rose and started walking toward the bedroom door. “And your flat.”

It had finally clicked. Well, almost. Harry turned his head to see the retreating back of a tall platinum-haired man who was muttering an unlocking spell and walking into the bedroom. Alexia’s voice reached his ears and the rustling of fabric told him that whoever that man was wasn’t letting Alexia see him in the nude. The man returned with a blanket and a… was that a dragon on his shoulder?

“Like I said Harry,” Draco said softly as he draped the blanket around Harry’s shoulders then bent to help him up. Harry looked at him while his mind worked furiously to decipher who this man was. “I’m sorry this happened and I guess I’m sorry I startled you.”

“Is it safe now Drake?” Alexia called from the bedroom.

Drake?! Merlin!! Draco!? Recognition filled Harry’s features as he took the name and looked at the man before him. Good gods it was Draco!

“Yea.” Draco raised his eyes and looked at Harry’s emerald ones. “The cuts should be healed properly by tonight and the blood will wash off easily. Oh, and the bruising will be gone by tomorrow morning, so be careful when you touch them.” His silver eyes glistened as memories of shared nights with Harry made themselves known in his mind.

“Oh goodness Harry! Are you alright?!” Alexia raced into the room and pushed Draco out of the way; taking his place and checking to see if there was anything that Draco had missed.

“Perhaps another time, Lexie. I do hope you are quite alright by tomorrow Harry.” Draco bowed slightly and placed a slender hand on Eien’s head and the other in his jeans pocket. Eien purred against the hand and then popped out of sight as Draco walked out of the door and closed it behind him.

Alexia glanced up as the door shut and cursed under her breath. She then turned to Harry and smiled. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Harry nodded slowly and motioned that he wanted to sit. Once on the couch he reflected on what and who he just saw. “Alexia… can I ask you a question?” his voice was scratchy.

“Sure. As long as you answer one of mine.” She replied, after getting a glass of water and sitting back down next to Harry, handing him the glass.

“Who was that?” He looked up and stared at Alexia with glossy eyes.

“A friend of mine, Harry. Draco also known as Drake or Drakie. And vice versa, he calls me Lex or Lexie. And before you ask, yes, that was a dragon. His name is Eien. Sweet little guy, though he can be quite a trouble-maker sometimes.” She smiled softly and watched Harry for a reaction. “Why? Do you know him?”

Harry looked away and took a drink of water. His parched throat temporarily refreshed he whispered, “Actually, if he is who I think he is, then I not only knew him…” he looked back at Alexia, his eyes becoming harsh and clear. “…I loved him.”

“That makes sense. He had that same far-away look you did when he saw that picture of you, Hermione, and Ron.” She chuckled at Harry’s screwed up expression. “He looked at it and asked if your last name was Potter. When I told him it was he got all quiet and didn’t look like he was paying attention to me anymore. Anyway,” she paused and looked at the floor were there should have been blood stains. “What happened Harry?”

Harry gazed at the fireplace and at the location he was taken to. “I was raped, Alexia. By the buddies of the guy from last night. Turns out one of them was a wizard and knew where to find me.” He looked at the glass in his hands and took another drink of water. Softly, “can I stay with you for a little bit? I don’t want to be here right now.”

Alexia schooled her face and glanced at the door, wondering if Draco was still there. “Of course Harry. Of course.” She stood up and held out a hand. “Come. Let’s go to my room, get you cleaned up and dressed, then go run wild and free in the streets.” She smiled and her eyes glittered. Harry nodded and let her help him up. Together they made their way to the door.

“Come, we’ve heard what we needed to.” Draco grabbed Eien by the tail and pulled the tiny dragon out of the building complex and back down the street towards home.

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A/N: Okay people… how was that shit!? Huh? Huh? HUH?! Long enough for ya?? Yea, I know… unnecessary flashback on Draco’s part but come on! So let’s see… got length… and you now know what happened to our darling Harry… and Draco is just well… I think he needs a hug! ::hugs Draco and snuggles under his chin:: I’ll be here for you Drakie…
See y’all soon!!! Don’t forget to review!

Also, just out of curiosity, how would you all like to see a short story with the men in the white coats, the security guards, and of course me? I can put the little blips from the beginning of each chapter into one big thing and then you can all have it! Lemme know… IN A REVIEW!!!