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!!

Me: “La la la.” ::holds up Draco plushie and moves hands back and forth:: “What do you think Drakie my dear? Will they think to look here?”
Plushie: “Not at all Miss Squirrel. They would never dream to look in the room you’re supposed to be in.”
Me: “Yea, they’re too thick headed to think I would be here.” ::moves the plushie around::
Security guard #1: “You know they may get a little curious if I stand here like this, Miss Squirrel.”
Me: “Only if you give them cause to think that you are doing something wrong.”
Plushie: “Yes. Just stand there and if they ask why you say you are guarding the room should she return.”
Me: “They’ll agree and say to page them should I show up. Just don’t say I’m here okay?”
Security guard #1: “Got it boss!”

A/N: I pay him very well… Hey! I’m back. Hope y’all enjoy it. And yes, the poem will be recited. So you all know, I WROTE IT!!! Therefore it belongs to me and ONLY me. If I catch anyone using any parts of it without my consent I shall let my muse attack you. ^_^ So spare yourself and don’t make me do that. Otherwise, enjoy the chapter and REVIEW!!!!

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-chapter nine-

Harry rolled over and flopped off of the couch, landing rather ungracefully and loudly on the carpeted floor. “Ow.” He pushed himself up and ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “Hmm… I guess I fell asleep at Alexia’s…” He leaned back against the couch and let his eyes close and thoughts drift across the abyss in his head. One stood out as happy, another was sad, and another was pain. But then one took a definite shape… Draco. Harry’s eyes shot open at that. “He’s alive.” A small smile spread onto his face at the concept. “And he knows Alexia!” He giggled at what that implied and was chuckling to himself when Alexia graced the room with her presence.

“What’s so funny, Harry?” She grinned as she leaned over the back of the couch to look at him. Her violet hair was pulled back into a braid and draped over her right shoulder while her amber eyes glistened with the sunlight that streamed into the room from the window on the far wall.

“I just realized that Draco was alive. And that he knows you.” He tilted his head back so he could look at Alexia upside. “I mean, I knew that yesterday when I saw him and you confirmed that his name was Draco, but the pieces finally clicked when I woke up this morning. That was Draco Malfoy! Merlin… he’s alive…” Harry closed his eyes and his smile widened.

“So that’s the infamous Draco Malfoy, huh? He never told me his last name… but I guess it makes sense. For him to remember the people in that picture and to get a bit distant when I said your last name was Potter. Hmm…” Alexia walked around the couch and headed toward the kitchen. “So what’ll it be love?”

Harry cocked his head toward the kitchen and he laughed. “Draco. I want Draco for breakfast.” His eyes sparkled brilliantly from either an inner light or the sunlight pouring into the room.

“I doubt he’s even awake. It’s only eight in the morning dear.” Alexia took out the carton of eggs and held one up for Harry. “Scrambled, over-easy, omelet… what’ll it be?”

“I already told you. I want Draco for breakfast. Call him.” Harry stood up and walked into the kitchen, the phone finding its way into his hand on the way. “Please Alexia. Invite him for breakfast. If he doesn’t answer then I’ll have scrambled eggs.” He pouted slightly and Alexia only shook her head.

“Fine. I’ll call him but be warned, he is no morning person.”

“Like I don’t know that? Hello!! I slept with him for an entire year! Granted I was always up at the crack of dawn so I could get back to my dormitory without getting snagged by Ron or Hermione. Which was always the trick, you see? Hermione would wait up in the common room if I didn’t show up by a certain hour and if I slipped in while she was there she would bugger out and ask the million and one question version of twenty-one questions. And let me tell you, I’m not exaggerating when I say a million and one. She literally asked that many! In rapid succession, too. Never gave me a chance to answer… you know, now that I think about it, she was full of hot air.” Harry paused as he reached for the bread to make toast.

Alexia laughed as she dialed Draco’s number. She felt terrible calling so early but seeing Harry so excited about seeing his former lover she couldn’t help but appease him.

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Even in the earliest hours of the suns trek across the sky Draco’s bedroom was pitch black. The computer’s blue glow had shut off as the computer went into hibernate mode. In the bed Eien had shifted into his human form again and was currently holding Draco as the man slept. Sometime after they had fallen asleep Draco started to fidget and cry. It had woken the dragon and he couldn’t help but make his friend feel slightly better. Thus there he was, exhausting his magic to help his friend find some semblance of peace until he woke up.

Out in the hallway, just behind the closed door, the phone started ringing. Draco shifted but had no intention of waking up. Eien however, as weak as he was, slid from the bed and made his way to the phone. “Hello?” His melodic voice was strained; he never realized how much magic it took to hold onto this form for this long.

“Ei- I mean Mackie?” Alexia asked, totally surprised Eien answered the phone. Behind her Harry turned around with a huge smile on his face.

“Ask Mackie to come over too!”

“Lexie, now isn’t a good time. It…” Eien groaned in agony and dropped the phone. “Dray…” He panted and struggled to the bedroom door, stumbling as he pushed the door open. “Dray…” His magic gave out and he shifted into dragon form and fell the few feet to the floor with a resounding thud.

Draco shot out of bed and looked for Eien beside him. Only then did he realize that Eien had called him Dray… which meant that Eien was either hurt or in danger. Leaping out of bed he nearly tripped over the motionless dragon sprawled on the floor by the door. “Eien! No, no, no! Eien! Can you hear me?!” He dropped to the floor and scooped the tiny dragon into his arms. “C’mon Eien, don’t leave me. Please, I…I…I need you.” Fresh tears slid down his already tear-stained face, splashing against the shimmering blue scales that covered the dragon.

“Shh Dray, I’m fine… just fatigued,” Eien telepathically whispered into Draco’s mind, effectively calming the man. “I wore out my magical reserves during the night. I just need to rest for a day or so.” Even in mind-speech, Eien seemed very done-in.

“I am so sorry Eien. I didn’t… I’m sorry…” Draco murmured aloud. He carried the dragon to the bed and carefully laid him down.

Eien’s tail twitched once but he nonetheless remained immobile. “By the way, Alexia is on the phone. And tell her that ‘Mackie’ will be fine. She’ll understand.” Draco nodded, brushed the tears away, and rose to retrieve the forgotten phone. “And it isn’t your fault. It’s mine.”

“Just rest my friend. Just rest.” Draco picked up the receiver and took a deep, calming breath. “Hello?”

“Oh my goodness, Draco, is he alright? What happened!?” Alexia cried into his ear.

“He’s just really tired. He just exhausted his magic during the night. He probably just stayed in his human form for too long trying to soothe me. Really, he’ll be fine. A day or so of rest and he’ll be back to his normal, over-energetic self.” Draco chuckled softly and moved away from the bedroom door. “So what can I do for you?”

“Well, actually, it’s more like what can you do for Harry. You see, he woke up this morning and a thought hit him. He realized that – Hawy!” Harry had clasped a handed over her mouth and plucked the phone from her hand.

“Draco?” he whispered into the phone, afraid that it wouldn’t be the same elegant voice he remembered answering him.

“Yes? Is this Harry?” Draco knew damn well it was Harry but after yesterday’s fiasco in Harry’s apartment he had realized that his Harry was no longer alive.

“Yes… oh gods… Merlin… Draco I…” Harry began, joy pulsing through his body as the voice on the other end was the elegant voice he remembered, only slightly older and a bit huskier. Maybe it was just a morning voice but part of Harry’s mind told him that something was a bit off-kilter about that voice.

“Oh good, I’m glad to hear you sound so much better. I bet you look much better than you did yesterday. I do hope there isn’t any scarring,” Draco rambled, merely trying to end the conversation as quickly as he could. He just wanted to be in the other room with Eien in case the dragon needed anything.

“Uh, no. No scarring. Umm, Draco I was wondering if…” Harry mumbled, confused as to why Draco was being so… evasive.

“Glad to hear that. I’m sure you and Alexia were about to eat or something so I’ll just let you go. Please do tell Alexia I appreciate the call last night. It meant a lot to me.” Draco cut Harry off once again. And then as Harry made a noise as though he was about to say something else he cut him off. “I’m sorry Harry but I have to go. Glad to hear you are feeling better.” With that Draco hung up the phone and proceeded to unplug it so there would be no further calls disrupting him – or Eien – for the rest of the day.

He shuffled into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and trudged back into the bedroom. He hadn’t meant to blow Harry off like he did; he just didn’t want to break down on the phone. In his mind it didn’t seem like that was a terrible thing. “Must be that damn Malfoy pride… whatever that got me in the past,” he mumbled as he settled into the darkness of the room.

On the unmade bed Eien’s tail flicked gently and rhythmically in time to his breathing. Draco smiled at the sight before swiveling in the chair to face his computer. The welcome screen faded into view asking for his password. He never really wondered why he had it set so he needed one, except of course if someone should invade his home and decide to ransack his computer. After a few clicks with the mouse he once again had his latest poem on the screen.

HOME SWEET HOME

Love cannot enter
past these walls of stone
Hatred and Anger
can be allowed all alone
like a fire destroying
everything in its path
the Fury that swells here
unleashes its wrath
here is my home
where I live with this pain
that scorches my soul
like a burning flame
whispers of Death
and of murders unknown
reach deep in the depths
of this Hell all my own

Draco murmured the words to himself, believing that it was a beautiful description of his own life. Eien, however weak he was, had heard the words and was crying internally at the deep blow those words struck.

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“Why would he hang up on me like that?” Harry whined, desperately wanted an answer. He was, to Alexia’s delight, eating.

“I don’t know Harry. Maybe he was running out the door or something. I don’t know. But he obviously didn’t want to talk. Or perhaps he was taking care of Mackie. I honestly don’t know Harry. I really truly don’t.” Alexia shoved a forkful of her scrambled eggs into her mouth, all the while watching Harry. She didn’t understand why Draco had hung up so abruptly either. It wasn’t like him. And she had tried calling back only to discover he had disconnected his phone line.

“I didn’t know Mackie lived with him… I mean… I kinda figured he did when he answered the first time and then Draco picked up… but… what could have happened to Draco?” Harry asked, seriously put off by his former lover’s antics. If something happened to Draco… then it hit him – like a ton of foam bricks – and he groaned and shook his head slowly from side to side.

“What is it Harry?” Alexia commented, noticing Harry’s actions from across the table.

“Do you know where he lives?” Harry put his fork down and stared at Alexia with sharp green eyes. When Alexia looked up she was scared, to say the least. She had never seen Harry look so dead-set against something, or, in this case, so dead-set to do something.

“I do Harry but if he’s disconnected his phone it usually means that he doesn’t want to talk to anyone and sadly that includes you as well as me.” She placed her own fork down and returned Harry’s death glare. She figured he had a similar look on his face when he was up against Voldemort. And she concluded at that moment that she did not like it one bit. It was frightening and that was putting it as lightly as one could attempt to put it.

“We’re leaving Alexia. Now.” Harry stood up and put his half-eaten plate in the sink, shoving the uneaten food down the drain. He narrowed his eyes slightly and sandals appeared on his feet. “I said now, Alexia. I don’t know what he is so upset about or why he’s distancing himself from me - or the Wizarding World, for that matter - but I plan on finding out. And I…” The dark look vanished and worry filled his features. “I need to talk to him. I need to hold him. Merlin, Alexia… I haven’t seen him since the war and the last thing I saw was his father stabbing him from behind.” Harry’s strong façade was slipping.

Alexia stood and dumped the uneaten food down the drain and turned on the water. She flicked a switch and the disposal beneath the sink ate the food. Turning off both the disposal and the faucet she quickly put the dishes into the dishwasher before turning to the bedroom. “We’ll leave in ten minutes. Perhaps you want to brush your teeth. You’ve got something stuck between the front two.” She gestured in her own mouth before walked into her room to get dressed.

“I’ll be in my apartment.” Harry gulped but let himself out of Alexia’s apartment and headed down to his own. As much as he didn’t want to be in the room so soon he knew that he had to go to Draco. “Fool. I am such a bloody fool!” He glared at the mirror in the bathroom, realizing his hair was a mess.

Alexia knocked a few minutes later and let herself in. “Harry? You ready?”

“Yes. Am I presentable?” Harry bit his bottom lip, a habit that usually turned Draco on quicker than his little gestures that confused Ron and Hermione. At the thought of his former friends he smiled faintly.

“And by presentable you mean fuckable? Or throw me in your bed Draco and shag me senseless before I turn into a puddle of goo and you won’t be able to do anything with me?” Alexia teased. She admired Harry’s taste in clothes; now that he was able to buy his own clothes that actually fit he dressed superbly.

“Har-de-har-har. I don’t look like a slob do I?” Harry looked up through his now tame mass of hair. He really did like it now.

“You look fine. Now c’mon. I’m sure he’s not going to like this. Oh, and I’m warning you now, he’s got wards up the wazoo all over his house. He’s a bit paranoid.” Alexia explained as Harry followed her out of his apartment, flicking his hand behind him to lock the door magically.

“I can imagine. He’s probably just a bit paranoid about Death Eaters that weren’t captured or wizards from Hogwarts or the Ministry trying to either bring him back to teach or to arrest him for crimes and charges for being a Death Eaters son, and consequently accusing him of being a Death Eater himself. Which he wasn’t mind you. He was my boyfriend and … the last thing I said to him was to stop promising me things he could never fulfill. I was such a prat that day.”

“You were under a lot of pressure and stress. It’s understandable, really.” Alexia soothed. “Besides, I’m sure he would have been just as edgy were he in your shoes.”

“Had our roles been reversed, and I hate to admit this, but I still would have beaten Voldemort. Only because he couldn’t bring himself to do it himself and he would have been killed in his moment of hesitation. As much as I love him, and I do, I did, and by the gods I always will, he’s a terrible Slytherin.” Harry chuckled. “He’s too noble and good-hearted to kill.” Harry smiled as he thought of his former boyfriend. Gods did he love him.

Alexia smiled softly and led the way towards Draco’s house. It was only a ten minute walk but in those ten minutes she learned more about Draco from Harry’s point of view than she had ever learned from Draco himself. She figured she would have to let him know eventually. Harry had stopped a few paces behind her and she herself turned to face him. “What’s wrong, Harry?”

Harry glanced at the house before shuddering. “He has the perfect view,” he muttered.

“Perfect view for what?” Alexia asked as she back-stepped to put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Watching people walk down the street. He probably saw what happened last night. I doubt he would admit to watching the comings and goings of people down this street but he has the perfect view from that window up there.” Harry pointed to the closed window on the second story that had deep green draperies hanging in front of it.

“Perhaps but does that matter right now?” Alexia commented as she continued her way to the front of the house, suddenly regretting her decision to bring Harry here.

“Not really, just saying.” Harry shrugged and followed her. He glanced once at the nondescript door in front of him then at the immobile elf standing next to him. “He doesn’t have spells out here does he?”

“No, I don’t.” Draco was standing in the doorway looking worse for wear in a pair of satin pants and a silk dressing robe, both midnight blue. “I do however have detection spells out here telling me who is trespassing on my property and whether or not the newspaper is actually delivered.” He lifted a fragile hand and maneuvered a stray piece of hair behind his ear. “But spells to decapitate, mutilate, and otherwise inflict bodily harm… no. Those I don’t have.” He finished in a pathetic representation of what could have been a half-decent trademark Malfoy-sneer. Honestly, he didn’t even try.

“Draco, I am so sorry we barged in like this. Harry just wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Alexia bit her bottom lip as worry creased her brow.

Draco sighed and lowered his head, platinum hair falling around his face. “Well, it would be rude of me not to invite you in since you are already here.” He groaned heavily and pushed himself away from the doorframe, leading the way into the house. “Do ignore the mess; I haven’t had a chance to clean up from yesterday. I had a forgotten and somewhat unwanted guest arrive early in the morning. And please close the door behind you, Harry; I’d appreciate it.”

Alexia glanced at Harry once before stepping into the foyer behind Draco. She had only been to his house once and she was drunk at the time. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. The wooden floor gleamed darkly beneath her feet as sunlight slipped in from the open door behind her. The walls were a rich burgundy color with a gold trim along the ceiling.

Draco vanished around a corner as Harry stepped into the house and closed the door. “Well, this isn’t what I expected of a Draco Malfoy living space.” Harry joked softly.

“You’re right, Harry, it isn’t.” Draco poked his head around the corner and beckoned his guests into the sitting room. “Like I said, please ignore the mess. I haven’t cleaned it all up yet. Yesterday was a bit of a stretch for me.” He shuffled towards the chaise lounge and turned to face his guests. “Please, take a seat.” He noticed a random piece of paper and snatched it from the floor. “Can I get you anything?” He attempted a smile but failed miserably as his watery-gray eyes met sharp green ones.

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A/N: I am mean aren’t I? heh… okay! so I vanished without a trace for a long while there… I’m sorry!!! I hope this makes you happy though. ^_^ by the by the poem is mine!