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Chapter Six: Take the Bad with the Good
**Please do not comment on how I write. It's simple. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If there are mistakes however, you are more than welcome to point those out. This is Harry/Draco and will get dirty at some point, so please be patient.**
Sorry it took so long, I kinda got sidetracked and stuck in the middle of the chapter, but never fear!! It's finally here!! So enjoy!
CHAPTER SIX: TAKE THE GOOD WITH THE BAD
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs he saw three doors two of them appeared to be some kind of metal so he went for the middle wooden door, deciding it was probably the safest. Pushing the door open he was surprised when it didn’t creak obviously more taken care of than it appeared. Inside was a small room, no bigger than his room back at the Dursley’s, and against the far wall was a single desk and chair with a new leather bound book on top. Making his way over he realized the book was actually a journal with his name written on the front. Taking a seat he opened it to the first page, settling in he began to read.
“January 10th, 2002
This seems somewhat awkward, writing in a journal like some kind of girl, but Hermione insisted I at least try it. It would be a way to express myself without telling people about the horrible nightmares that still plague my sleep. Yes, even though Voldemort is dead, visions of him torturing Muggles still haunt my mind. Sometimes I fear that there may be a piece of him left in me, although my friends assure me there isn’t. Other times it’s horrors that I actually witness the guilt of not being able to save them: Cedric, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius and even Professor Snape who proved he had always fought to keep his students safe, even me, the one he claimed to hate the most. I thought the guilt would kill me, pull me under, and it almost did. Until one fateful night when I was on a mission and the Death Eater I was chasing put me into a coma, that was only a few months ago. Three weeks I slept, sometimes catching glimpses of a happier life, dreams, that’s all they were I told myself upon waking. Dreams I would never have. That is until Draco came to me and confessed his feelings, suddenly I had someone to live for. Someone who wanted to make me happy.
December 1st, 2002
I almost thought I had died tonight, as he proposed to me. My heart seemed to stop beating I could no longer breathe I was waiting to wake up at any second. When I didn’t I knew it was real. Of course my answer was yes. I love Draco and knew I always would.
June 14th, 2003
We were married a few weeks ago, moving into this beautiful home, and I built these rooms for myself. No one knows about them, not even my beloved, but he doesn’t need to know. I’m not hiding things, I could never betray my dragon like that.”
It seemed to end there, yet it stopped almost like it should go on and the rest of the book was blank so perhaps there really was more and Harry just had to activate it somehow. Seeing as how there wasn’t anything to write with he assumed perhaps the other rooms held some kind of clue. Getting up from the desk he left the room staring at the two doors before going to the one on the right. Seeing no handle he tried to push the door open but no luck, instead the door slide at his touch. Warily he stepped inside the room, only slightly surprised at how circular it was. As he reached the middle of the room the door closed and the words, ‘Show me’ were written in his red handwriting.
“I hope whatever my older self has in here doesn’t hurt. Show me,” Harry said, almost afraid.
Darkness surrounded him before he seemed to be standing in one of his nightmares. Voldemort loomed over him ominously as he watched Cedric die once more in the graveyard. Then the hate-filled eyes turned on him, a bony finger pressing against his forehead. Time seemed to zoom forward, this time showing him something he’d only see before while asleep. As the horrible memories continued Harry sunk to his knees, tears cascading down his cheeks. Watching Sirius die had been like all the times he relived it in his sleep, in his mind, only in here it looped approximately twenty times before it moved on showing more of the people lost to Voldemort’s wicked ways.
Even though he had not been entirely present at the final battle there were scenes he had never seen before. Lupin and Tonks fell before his eyes, he sat there on the stone floor helpless, in the middle of a battle long past, watching people die. Until he saw Voldemort emerge from the forest with his Death Eaters and Hagrid, carrying what looked to be a lifeless younger version of himself. The scene skipped to where he watched Snape fall prey to the evil wizard’s death count. Dumbledore’s death followed, including the time he saw the old wizard when his life hung in the balance.
Finally came images of him, after all was said and done he could see the haunted look in his green eyes, the dark bags, how thin and battered he looked even back where his body was currently. Then a flash and the Harry of today stood before him, wearing nothing but a robe, showing him the huge difference those five years made. Although there had been sound with the other flashes of memories the sound of his own voice startled him.
“This room is in memory of all those who died fighting against Voldemort. Ever since I started sleeping in Draco’s arms the nightmares stopped, no longer could I think of them and let them rule my happiness, it’s not what they’d want. So I’ll put them all here in this room to remember them. Now compose yourself and visit the other room,” With that the magical almost see-though Harry disappeared.
Taking several moments to gather himself he wiped the tears from his face before standing and moving to the other room. Repeating the same procedure he entered the room and speaking the words to activate the scenes. This time all of the scenes that appeared around were happy ones. First coming to Hogwarts, meeting his friends, seeing his parents in the mirror, his first Quidditch match, it went on like that, taking him through the years until finally it seemed to skip several where he knew there wasn’t much happiness left in him.
Then it moved onto things Harry had never seen before. Draco confessing his feelings, their first date, first kiss, marrying the blonde man, the wedding night, which was so passionate that the real Harry blushed profusely. Becoming pregnant, and the look on Draco’s face when he was told. The loving way his husband cared for him the following months. The birth of their children played twice, from different views, holding them for the first time, when they took their first steps, first words, which just happened to be ‘mama’, looking on as Draco laughed he realized that this, everything about this life, he wanted it. More than he wanted anything in his life. Finally after the happy memories ended once again the older him stood before him.
“There’s always pain, but the good thing about hitting rock bottom is you only have one direction to go. This is what we always wanted. A chance to be happy, surrounded by people who love us as more than life. You have a chance to grab is, this is it, there will be bad times, but good ones always follow,” Once again he was left with an empty room.
Slowly he moved from the room, making his way up the stairs, the bookcase moving out of his way before sliding back into place. Just as the secret entrance was closed Draco entered the room, the blonde upon seeing his face quickly crossed the room, a pale finger wiping away the tears Harry didn’t know had slid down his face.
“What’s wrong, Harry?” Concern was laced in the blonde’s words.
“I want this,” Was all the Auror could manage.
“Want what?”
“This life, being with you, the children, I want it. I want all of it,” Harry said.
Draco smiled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind his husband’s ear before leaning forward and kissing him on the forehead.
_________
Night The Storyteller: Thanks for reading. Yes, he is experiencing what he could have, if only he let himself. After three weeks Harry will wake up after his coma and definitely change, especially if this chapter has anything to say about it. The older Harry does remember seeing things, but it was more like a dream to him while he was in the coma, but he remembers enough of the dream to want it. The journal is pretty much his secret, along with the other rooms. They live in England still, I don't think Harry would want to leave. Where exactly I'm not sure, but I do know that there aren't a lot of other people around them. The secret basement rooms were created by Harry himself, with magic while Draco was away at work trying to become the Minister.
Lilith: Draco is usually romantic with Harry, he'll just have to be more romantic than usual. xD
thrnbrooke: Chapter Six is here! Bam! Like magic! Yes, Lucien is a parslemouth, surely someone expected it to pass down from Harry? The older Harry already knows what he remembers from his 'dream' coma, so he realizes he could share anything and have himself think that it's all just a dream.
Well thanks for the reviews guys! There's still more to come! Keep watching and if anyone wants me to e-mail them with updates, either leave me a comment with your address or mail me at deadlyfatedangel@hotmail.com. Until next time!!!
Sorry it took so long, I kinda got sidetracked and stuck in the middle of the chapter, but never fear!! It's finally here!! So enjoy!
CHAPTER SIX: TAKE THE GOOD WITH THE BAD
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs he saw three doors two of them appeared to be some kind of metal so he went for the middle wooden door, deciding it was probably the safest. Pushing the door open he was surprised when it didn’t creak obviously more taken care of than it appeared. Inside was a small room, no bigger than his room back at the Dursley’s, and against the far wall was a single desk and chair with a new leather bound book on top. Making his way over he realized the book was actually a journal with his name written on the front. Taking a seat he opened it to the first page, settling in he began to read.
“January 10th, 2002
This seems somewhat awkward, writing in a journal like some kind of girl, but Hermione insisted I at least try it. It would be a way to express myself without telling people about the horrible nightmares that still plague my sleep. Yes, even though Voldemort is dead, visions of him torturing Muggles still haunt my mind. Sometimes I fear that there may be a piece of him left in me, although my friends assure me there isn’t. Other times it’s horrors that I actually witness the guilt of not being able to save them: Cedric, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius and even Professor Snape who proved he had always fought to keep his students safe, even me, the one he claimed to hate the most. I thought the guilt would kill me, pull me under, and it almost did. Until one fateful night when I was on a mission and the Death Eater I was chasing put me into a coma, that was only a few months ago. Three weeks I slept, sometimes catching glimpses of a happier life, dreams, that’s all they were I told myself upon waking. Dreams I would never have. That is until Draco came to me and confessed his feelings, suddenly I had someone to live for. Someone who wanted to make me happy.
December 1st, 2002
I almost thought I had died tonight, as he proposed to me. My heart seemed to stop beating I could no longer breathe I was waiting to wake up at any second. When I didn’t I knew it was real. Of course my answer was yes. I love Draco and knew I always would.
June 14th, 2003
We were married a few weeks ago, moving into this beautiful home, and I built these rooms for myself. No one knows about them, not even my beloved, but he doesn’t need to know. I’m not hiding things, I could never betray my dragon like that.”
It seemed to end there, yet it stopped almost like it should go on and the rest of the book was blank so perhaps there really was more and Harry just had to activate it somehow. Seeing as how there wasn’t anything to write with he assumed perhaps the other rooms held some kind of clue. Getting up from the desk he left the room staring at the two doors before going to the one on the right. Seeing no handle he tried to push the door open but no luck, instead the door slide at his touch. Warily he stepped inside the room, only slightly surprised at how circular it was. As he reached the middle of the room the door closed and the words, ‘Show me’ were written in his red handwriting.
“I hope whatever my older self has in here doesn’t hurt. Show me,” Harry said, almost afraid.
Darkness surrounded him before he seemed to be standing in one of his nightmares. Voldemort loomed over him ominously as he watched Cedric die once more in the graveyard. Then the hate-filled eyes turned on him, a bony finger pressing against his forehead. Time seemed to zoom forward, this time showing him something he’d only see before while asleep. As the horrible memories continued Harry sunk to his knees, tears cascading down his cheeks. Watching Sirius die had been like all the times he relived it in his sleep, in his mind, only in here it looped approximately twenty times before it moved on showing more of the people lost to Voldemort’s wicked ways.
Even though he had not been entirely present at the final battle there were scenes he had never seen before. Lupin and Tonks fell before his eyes, he sat there on the stone floor helpless, in the middle of a battle long past, watching people die. Until he saw Voldemort emerge from the forest with his Death Eaters and Hagrid, carrying what looked to be a lifeless younger version of himself. The scene skipped to where he watched Snape fall prey to the evil wizard’s death count. Dumbledore’s death followed, including the time he saw the old wizard when his life hung in the balance.
Finally came images of him, after all was said and done he could see the haunted look in his green eyes, the dark bags, how thin and battered he looked even back where his body was currently. Then a flash and the Harry of today stood before him, wearing nothing but a robe, showing him the huge difference those five years made. Although there had been sound with the other flashes of memories the sound of his own voice startled him.
“This room is in memory of all those who died fighting against Voldemort. Ever since I started sleeping in Draco’s arms the nightmares stopped, no longer could I think of them and let them rule my happiness, it’s not what they’d want. So I’ll put them all here in this room to remember them. Now compose yourself and visit the other room,” With that the magical almost see-though Harry disappeared.
Taking several moments to gather himself he wiped the tears from his face before standing and moving to the other room. Repeating the same procedure he entered the room and speaking the words to activate the scenes. This time all of the scenes that appeared around were happy ones. First coming to Hogwarts, meeting his friends, seeing his parents in the mirror, his first Quidditch match, it went on like that, taking him through the years until finally it seemed to skip several where he knew there wasn’t much happiness left in him.
Then it moved onto things Harry had never seen before. Draco confessing his feelings, their first date, first kiss, marrying the blonde man, the wedding night, which was so passionate that the real Harry blushed profusely. Becoming pregnant, and the look on Draco’s face when he was told. The loving way his husband cared for him the following months. The birth of their children played twice, from different views, holding them for the first time, when they took their first steps, first words, which just happened to be ‘mama’, looking on as Draco laughed he realized that this, everything about this life, he wanted it. More than he wanted anything in his life. Finally after the happy memories ended once again the older him stood before him.
“There’s always pain, but the good thing about hitting rock bottom is you only have one direction to go. This is what we always wanted. A chance to be happy, surrounded by people who love us as more than life. You have a chance to grab is, this is it, there will be bad times, but good ones always follow,” Once again he was left with an empty room.
Slowly he moved from the room, making his way up the stairs, the bookcase moving out of his way before sliding back into place. Just as the secret entrance was closed Draco entered the room, the blonde upon seeing his face quickly crossed the room, a pale finger wiping away the tears Harry didn’t know had slid down his face.
“What’s wrong, Harry?” Concern was laced in the blonde’s words.
“I want this,” Was all the Auror could manage.
“Want what?”
“This life, being with you, the children, I want it. I want all of it,” Harry said.
Draco smiled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind his husband’s ear before leaning forward and kissing him on the forehead.
_________
Night The Storyteller: Thanks for reading. Yes, he is experiencing what he could have, if only he let himself. After three weeks Harry will wake up after his coma and definitely change, especially if this chapter has anything to say about it. The older Harry does remember seeing things, but it was more like a dream to him while he was in the coma, but he remembers enough of the dream to want it. The journal is pretty much his secret, along with the other rooms. They live in England still, I don't think Harry would want to leave. Where exactly I'm not sure, but I do know that there aren't a lot of other people around them. The secret basement rooms were created by Harry himself, with magic while Draco was away at work trying to become the Minister.
Lilith: Draco is usually romantic with Harry, he'll just have to be more romantic than usual. xD
thrnbrooke: Chapter Six is here! Bam! Like magic! Yes, Lucien is a parslemouth, surely someone expected it to pass down from Harry? The older Harry already knows what he remembers from his 'dream' coma, so he realizes he could share anything and have himself think that it's all just a dream.
Well thanks for the reviews guys! There's still more to come! Keep watching and if anyone wants me to e-mail them with updates, either leave me a comment with your address or mail me at deadlyfatedangel@hotmail.com. Until next time!!!