New Promises

Title: New Promises

Author: Silverwolf

Rating: R

Warning: Angst, cutting and the beginnings of a new love. Soft slash.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them.

Summary: Harry is tired of feeling the pain. H/D (short, one shot)


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Drip, Drip, Drip. It was like music to his ears.

Harry was in a boy’s bathroom down a corridor barley used. The sharp blade against his skin felt cold. Tears were running down Harry’s face as his eyes were looking at the blood blending with water.

“Sirius” Harry whispered with a swipe of the blade, closing his eyes to see the moment in his minds eye when Sirius fell through the veil. He was the closest thing Harry had to a father since his parents died so long ago when he was just a baby.

“Cedric” Harry whispered again with another swipe of the blade, seeing Cedric die at Voldemort’s command. He never new what Cedric meant to him until that moment when Harry returned to Hogwarts holding Cedric in his arms, dead.

Can you imagine, Harry, the-boy-who-lived was gay. He could hear his Uncle Vernon now…..freak, unnatural, abnormal. He has heard those words all his life, only now it would be for another reason.

Harry paused as he saw another face come into his mind, one of pure pale white skin, snow white hair and soft silver grey eyes. “Draco” Harry whispered this time in awe. What had made Harry think of him and why did he now see Malfoy as Draco.

Harry looked at the blade in his hand as the blood dripped from his wrist. What did this mean? With a panic Harry pressed the blade in further into his skin. Everyone he has ever loved has died by Voldemort’s command. No one is safe. If Harry considered pursuing Draco, Draco too would die.

With renewed tears falling down his face Harry swiped the blade across his wrist again trailing along old scars of times past where he was doing this very thing. The pain in his flesh was nothing compared to the pain of the heart, yet it helped him feel something else. A control you can say, that he was choosing to feel this pain, that the blade was wielded by his hand not that of Voldemort or Dumbledore.

If only people would let him live his life without a prophecy controlling his destiny, If only people would let him love and be loved without fear….then he wouldn’t be here crying with a blade pressed against his skin.

Harry paused as he heard a sound outside the bathroom stall. He leaned heavily against the wall and closed his eyes. Hoping whoever had entered this bathroom would leave and leave him to his thoughts.

Only that wasn’t going to happen.

Harry heard someone go straight to the sink and splash water on their face. Out of curiosity, Harry peaked though a crack in the wall to see none other than Draco Malfoy crouch down ungracefully and put his head into his hands as they were propped on his knees.

Harry whispered a cleaning and healing spell and lowered his robes over his arm to hide the scaring left behind. Adding a glamour charm to his reddened eyes, he flushed the toilet and walked quietly to the sink to wash his hands and place them upon the edge of the marble sink.

Malfoy looked up at Harry and said “Potter” in greeting.

Harry turned to Dra…Malfoy and crouched down beside him, looking into his eyes. “Anything wrong?” Harry asked quietly.

Malfoy closed his eyes for a moment and sneered before saying “Yeah, life’s a bitch, but I think you know that already.” Malfoy glared at Harry.

Harry noticed something at the edge of Malfoy’s sleeve and reached out to him, but Malfoy pulled his arm back too quickly. That wasn’t going to stop Harry though. Harry then unceremoniously grabbed Malfoy’s wrist and pulled up the sleeve. With a hiss Malfoy looked the other way.

Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing, scars just like his own was marring that perfect skin. Harry sighed and rubbed his face in frustration. This is what Voldemort and Dumbledore has done to his generation, putting children in situations that they shouldn’t be in, making them fight in a war that they were too young to be in; inexperienced and afraid.

Malfoy looked back at Harry and as Harry was rubbing his face raw in frustration, Malfoy saw with his own eyes what Harry had been doing just moments before he looked for shelter in this very bathroom. Harry’s scars where healed, yes, but still raw and fresh. Harry dropped his glamour on his face and looked at Draco. Yes it was Draco now, feeling the same pain that he was.

As Draco saw Harry’s glamour drop, he dropped his own; with eyes just as red as Harry’s, Draco lunged at Harry and pressed his lips to Harry’s roughly. With just as much roughness, Harry kissed back and pulled at Draco’s lower lip with demanded entranced. Draco opened his mouth and at the same time their tongues crashed against each other, fighting for dominance. But within seconds the kiss changed. They were both crying for a new reason and the kiss became so passionate that even Moaning Myrtle hiding in the shadows could do no more than stare at the beauty before her.

Harry had remembered a time when he complained that Cho Chang’s kisses were wet, with her crying all the time. But now he understood just a little. Sometimes emotions were so strong that you couldn’t help but to release them. But as Cho’s tears were of sadness of love loss, Harry’s was of happiness and of new promises. He would take this chance with Draco and maybe, just maybe with all the passion he has in his heart, he can defeat Voldemort with the new awareness that Harry will fight to the death if need be to protect those that he loved, that Voldemort will NOT take the life of another person that Harry loved!


~Fin~


A/N: This was supposed to be a suicide fanfic, but for some reason it didn\'t turn out that way. It really is amazing how a story can go in a completely different direction than what was intended. lol