Scars III
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
5,113
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Returning to Himself
A/N: so sorry for the long wait guys
Chapter 9: returning to himself
Harry arrived back at the school near dawn. It seemed that what had looked to be a botched torture session was by far more interesting than even the original plan. Grinning Harry threw the door open and entered the school of no fewer than nine nightmares.
It was hardly an impressive entrance as all were in the great hall for dinner. However this didn’t deter Harry’s good mood. Without preamble he entered the large room filled with teenagers and headed straight for the Slytherin table, and Draco.
“Come with me,” Harry whispered in the blonde’s ear. When Draco made no move to rise Harry slipped his hand under the boy’s arm and proceeded to half drag him from the room.
“What are you doing?” Draco hissed as the doors closed behind them. The hallway was empty with the exception of a few portraits and a few more statues.
“I have news from your mother,” Harry told him. He released Draco and turned to face him.
“Why would I want to hear form her?” Draco asked. His arms were crossed protectively over his chest, his face set in an expression of fear driven anxiety.
“Because she is finally out of the eastern wing,” Harry said. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming when he saw the shock relax Draco’s stance.
“How…?”
“Your father is dead,” Harry said quickly.
“WHAT?”
Harry grimaced at the volume of the outburst.
“Did you kill him?” Draco asked his voice now only slightly bellow a stage whisper.
Harry gave Draco a look. He was not about to admit to murder but apparently the look sufficed as Draco sagged and shook his head as though a puzzle had just been completed before his eyes.
“Your mother said to tell you that ‘The squib has grown a bit since the last time you saw her’. As far as I’m concerned, and I suppose my interest holds no sway at all, you should go home the next chance you get. The girl must be seven by now,” Harry said.
“Nine. She’s nine…he’s really dead?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded. He was waiting for the fist to his jaw. Maybe a slap to the face, or even a knee to the groin. But it never came. Instead Draco raised his head, his bright silver eyes eating holes through Harry’s soul.
“Thank you, Potter…Dev…thank you,” Draco whispered harshly. Harry inclined his head at the thanks. It was more than he had hoped for.
“I could say many things but…I’m finding that words aren’t my style,” Harry said with a laugh. Draco snorted at the comment and nodded his agreement. “So all I’m going to say is that I hope you go home. She misses you…”
Harry turned away. He had done everything he could. Between the emotions, the talking, the hugs, the tears, and the revenge he had nothing left. He felt the drain on his magic and his muscles as a mental pull towards the nearest bed.
~~~~~
Draco entered his ‘home’ with a hesitant step through the doorway. He couldn’t really believe his father was dead. Any moment the man would appear, demand to know what he was doing here. And what would Draco say?
“DRACO!”
The sound of his name made him jump a good foot in the air. When he had regained some sense of direction Draco turned to see two female faces watching him. A pair of silver eyes and a set of pale blue bore into him. Tears were sliding down his mother’s face and Draco felt as though his world had just become heaven.
Throwing all caution to the wind Draco ran across the entry hall and into his mother’s arms. One arm snaked down to gather his nine-year-old squib sister against him.
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A/N: Please review
Chapter 9: returning to himself
Harry arrived back at the school near dawn. It seemed that what had looked to be a botched torture session was by far more interesting than even the original plan. Grinning Harry threw the door open and entered the school of no fewer than nine nightmares.
It was hardly an impressive entrance as all were in the great hall for dinner. However this didn’t deter Harry’s good mood. Without preamble he entered the large room filled with teenagers and headed straight for the Slytherin table, and Draco.
“Come with me,” Harry whispered in the blonde’s ear. When Draco made no move to rise Harry slipped his hand under the boy’s arm and proceeded to half drag him from the room.
“What are you doing?” Draco hissed as the doors closed behind them. The hallway was empty with the exception of a few portraits and a few more statues.
“I have news from your mother,” Harry told him. He released Draco and turned to face him.
“Why would I want to hear form her?” Draco asked. His arms were crossed protectively over his chest, his face set in an expression of fear driven anxiety.
“Because she is finally out of the eastern wing,” Harry said. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming when he saw the shock relax Draco’s stance.
“How…?”
“Your father is dead,” Harry said quickly.
“WHAT?”
Harry grimaced at the volume of the outburst.
“Did you kill him?” Draco asked his voice now only slightly bellow a stage whisper.
Harry gave Draco a look. He was not about to admit to murder but apparently the look sufficed as Draco sagged and shook his head as though a puzzle had just been completed before his eyes.
“Your mother said to tell you that ‘The squib has grown a bit since the last time you saw her’. As far as I’m concerned, and I suppose my interest holds no sway at all, you should go home the next chance you get. The girl must be seven by now,” Harry said.
“Nine. She’s nine…he’s really dead?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded. He was waiting for the fist to his jaw. Maybe a slap to the face, or even a knee to the groin. But it never came. Instead Draco raised his head, his bright silver eyes eating holes through Harry’s soul.
“Thank you, Potter…Dev…thank you,” Draco whispered harshly. Harry inclined his head at the thanks. It was more than he had hoped for.
“I could say many things but…I’m finding that words aren’t my style,” Harry said with a laugh. Draco snorted at the comment and nodded his agreement. “So all I’m going to say is that I hope you go home. She misses you…”
Harry turned away. He had done everything he could. Between the emotions, the talking, the hugs, the tears, and the revenge he had nothing left. He felt the drain on his magic and his muscles as a mental pull towards the nearest bed.
~~~~~
Draco entered his ‘home’ with a hesitant step through the doorway. He couldn’t really believe his father was dead. Any moment the man would appear, demand to know what he was doing here. And what would Draco say?
“DRACO!”
The sound of his name made him jump a good foot in the air. When he had regained some sense of direction Draco turned to see two female faces watching him. A pair of silver eyes and a set of pale blue bore into him. Tears were sliding down his mother’s face and Draco felt as though his world had just become heaven.
Throwing all caution to the wind Draco ran across the entry hall and into his mother’s arms. One arm snaked down to gather his nine-year-old squib sister against him.
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A/N: Please review