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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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5
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Dear Harry
I solemly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other charatcters used in this fic. They are all property of j.K. Rowling.
FOR THE WHOLE FIC
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Harry sat at his desk at the Ministry, clearing papers, and trying desparately to make things organized, and not look so much like a slob for when the minister came.
At age 23, Harry was the youngest Auror in a century. After Dumbledore had died in his 6th year, he\'d devoted himself to becoming an Auror to catch those responsible. He\'d managaed to track down Snape a mere year after the incident. He\'d pleaded innocence, but was convicted anyway. Draco Malfoy had been cleared under the influence of veritaserum that he was forced into everything by Voldemort himself.
Harry scowled at the memory. He\'d long ago learned that first impressions are not always correct, so he\'d forced himself to let go of his hatred of Malfoy. He wasn\'t altogether pleased with the consequences, but he satisfied himself with knowing that he had killed Voldemort, and Malfoy had turned spy for his side.
The minister stepped into Harry\'s office and smiled at his surroundings. There were pictures of Sirius, Harry\'s parents, Ron, Hermione, and Quidditch teams. The minister stepped over a pile of mismatched robes on the floor and approached Harry. Harry stood up and smiled at him in greeting.
The past five years had done wonders for his stature. He no longer wore his glasses, having done away with them in his 7th year. Long days of hard training had sculpted his body into a well defined specimen. His hair was no longer unruly, but styled and under control. It was still black, but tipped with red. After Dumbledore had passed away, Harry had thrown away the good boy image. He had thrown away all of his (Dudley\'s) old clothes and bought new ones that fitted perfectly.
His lip was pierced with a silver loop and red ball. He often played with it when nervous. It had become a habit ever since he\'d had it done. He also had a tiny diamond stud in his left ear. He definitely wasn\'t the same boy he\'d been in school. His confidence level had soared as well.
He refused to take shit from anyone, with the exception of his boss. Ron and Hermione fully accepted him as he was now. He\'d come out to them in his 7th year. They had both accepted willingly his preferences. In fact, Ron had been ecstatic. \"No more competition!\" He\'d exclaimed.
The minister greeted him jovially. Harry had always been a favorite, expecially since Rufus Scrimgeour had been killed in the seige from Voldemort. Harry was a top candidate for when the position next became available. The current minister held no bad feelings for his popularity. He embraced it actually, using it to boost his status.
\"Harry! So good to see you, how is the search going?\" He asked conversationally. Harry smiled at him. He liked the new minister very much. He was a nice change to Fudge and Scrimgeouer.
\"Well enough, Goyle seems to have covered his tracks well, better than one would expect,\" Harry added darkly. The minister just smiled at him.
\"Good, good. Well, I think you can take off early. It is the weekend, after all, enjoy yourself! Have fun, but not too much.\" The minister winked at him before slipping out the door into the hall. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled. He packed up his things and with a POP apparated home.
He arrived in his apartment seconds later. It was modestly furnished, but outrageusly so. There were lots of splashes of color. The couch was a deep burgundy color and the curtains were gold, a happy reminder of his school days.
Harry threw down his stuff on the counter and flopped down on the couch. Hedwig flew over to his shoulder and nipped his finger. He stroked her affectionately. She closed her eyes to the touch, but then opened her eyes and gave an indignant hoot. Over on the windowsill was a second owl. It was a grey owl, with a pearly sheen to it. There was a letter attached to it\'s leg.
The owl flew over and perched itself on the couch arm and held out it\'s leg. Harry took the letter, but the owl didn\'t leave. It waited for Harry to open the letter. Harry gave it a curious look. This wasn\'t Ron or Hermione\'s owl. He didn\'t know anyone with such a beautiful owl.
He unrolled the furl of parchment. An elegant script was scrawled across the parchment.
Harry,
I know this letter is probably five years too late, and long overdue, but I feel it is in my, and your, best interest for me to send it. I am sorry, Harry. I am sorry for everything I ever did to you, in school and out, all the pain I caused, and I know I caused quite a bit. I have many excuses for it, but none would make you forgive me. My only defense is that I never wanted to do it. I felt pressured my whole life. At first it was because of my family, but then it transcended into my feelings for you. I was too afraid to tell you while we were in school together, and you would never have had me anyway, so I turned my feelings into a powerful hatred. I am sorry, Harry. I never wanted to hurt you, and I hope in time, you might actually forgive me.
~Apollo
Harry stared at the letter and reread it several times. It was someone he\'d gone to school with, and someone who\'d hurt him. Well, there were plenty of those. He looked at the owl again, who was still sitting on the couch. He assumed that meant it wanted a reply. Harry summoned a piece of parchment and quill to him and drafted a response.
Apollo,
Is that your real name? I can\'t for the life of me figure out who this is. There have been many people in my life like how you describe yourself. I have come to terms with most of them, and the rest, well...I\'m an aruor now, so that should give you some idea. I don\'t know how I can forgive someone I don\'t know. Although apparently I do know you. Please, tell me more and there will be a better chance of forgivness.
-Harry
Harry held out the letter to the strange owl.
\"Good enough?\" He asked. The owl hooted happily and Harry attached the scroll to it\'s leg. The owl took off out the open window and Harry watched it disappear over the hills. He turned back to Hedwig.
\"Well, that was interesting.\" He said. She hooted dolefully and rustled her feathers. Harry sighed and shrugged. In the old days, he wouldn\'t have dreamt about replying to an unknown letter, but there were very few bad things left in the world now.
***
The next few days, Harry heard no more from the mysterious letter writer. His workload increased and it was driven completely from his mind. He came into work on Monday and greeted Ron as usual. Ron was still in training to be an auror, but was close to gaining certification. Hermione, however, worked as a journalist for the Daily Prophet. She had become editor in a few short years and had turned the paper into a respectable journal.
Harry passed Malfoy on his way to his office. Malfoy had somehow gained employment and now worked as an unspeakable. Harry rarely talked to him, but saw him nearly everyday. Harry gave him a cool look as they passed and Malfoy sneered back. They had never learned to completely get along, but they managed to be civil, for the sake of their jobs.
Harry spent the day working on tracking Crabbe, who\'d disappeared after the dark lords downfall. He was exauhsted by the time he arrived home, and was looking forward to a relaxing evening. The first thing he noticed, however, was the same beautiful grey owl, waiting in his kitchen. He untied the parchment and collapsed on the couch to read it.
Harry,
I can\'t tell you who I am. It\'s not the time. No, my name is not Apollo, I find it\'s easier to act how one truly feels when one is anonymous. As for telling you more, there is not much more I could say without revealing my self fully. You know me too well. All I want you to know is that I\'m sorry. I would also like to add how good-looking you have become since we left school. That lip ring does wonders, and I bet it makes sex so much more interesting.
~Apollo
Harry stared at the letter. He ran his tongue over the ring, moving the red ball up and down on the ring. This person has seen him since school. Well, lots of people have seen him since he changed his appearance. That didn\'t narrow it down any. \'I bet it makes sex so much more interesting.\' Harry reread that sentence, This person had had feelings for him. He didn\'t even know if it was male or female! He examined the handwriting closely, then pulled out his wand and tapped the parchment.
A flaming message appeared on the bottom of the parchment.
Nice try, but my handwriting won\'t tell you who I am; however, if you\'re that desparate, I am a male. Harry scowled. This person was smarter than he thought. He looked up at the owl, who was waiting expectantly at his desk, where a piece of parchment and ink lay ready.
Harry moved to the desk and composed a new letter.
Apollo,
Thank you for the compliment. I only wish I knew who you were, so I could reciprocate the feeling. I spent many hours to look like this, it wasn\'t all magic, except for maybe the eyes... I take it we knew each other well. Were we close? How often would you say we interacted? Can you tell me these things? I don\'t want to pry, but I am a naturally curious person. And after all, you are the one who wrote to me first.
-Harry
Harry attached the letter to the owl and watched it soar away into the darkening sky.
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A/N: I know, I know, the letter thing is way overdone, but I just couldn\'t help myself! And you can help me by reviewing and maybe I\'ll write more... *wink* *wink*
FOR THE WHOLE FIC
**********************************************************
Harry sat at his desk at the Ministry, clearing papers, and trying desparately to make things organized, and not look so much like a slob for when the minister came.
At age 23, Harry was the youngest Auror in a century. After Dumbledore had died in his 6th year, he\'d devoted himself to becoming an Auror to catch those responsible. He\'d managaed to track down Snape a mere year after the incident. He\'d pleaded innocence, but was convicted anyway. Draco Malfoy had been cleared under the influence of veritaserum that he was forced into everything by Voldemort himself.
Harry scowled at the memory. He\'d long ago learned that first impressions are not always correct, so he\'d forced himself to let go of his hatred of Malfoy. He wasn\'t altogether pleased with the consequences, but he satisfied himself with knowing that he had killed Voldemort, and Malfoy had turned spy for his side.
The minister stepped into Harry\'s office and smiled at his surroundings. There were pictures of Sirius, Harry\'s parents, Ron, Hermione, and Quidditch teams. The minister stepped over a pile of mismatched robes on the floor and approached Harry. Harry stood up and smiled at him in greeting.
The past five years had done wonders for his stature. He no longer wore his glasses, having done away with them in his 7th year. Long days of hard training had sculpted his body into a well defined specimen. His hair was no longer unruly, but styled and under control. It was still black, but tipped with red. After Dumbledore had passed away, Harry had thrown away the good boy image. He had thrown away all of his (Dudley\'s) old clothes and bought new ones that fitted perfectly.
His lip was pierced with a silver loop and red ball. He often played with it when nervous. It had become a habit ever since he\'d had it done. He also had a tiny diamond stud in his left ear. He definitely wasn\'t the same boy he\'d been in school. His confidence level had soared as well.
He refused to take shit from anyone, with the exception of his boss. Ron and Hermione fully accepted him as he was now. He\'d come out to them in his 7th year. They had both accepted willingly his preferences. In fact, Ron had been ecstatic. \"No more competition!\" He\'d exclaimed.
The minister greeted him jovially. Harry had always been a favorite, expecially since Rufus Scrimgeour had been killed in the seige from Voldemort. Harry was a top candidate for when the position next became available. The current minister held no bad feelings for his popularity. He embraced it actually, using it to boost his status.
\"Harry! So good to see you, how is the search going?\" He asked conversationally. Harry smiled at him. He liked the new minister very much. He was a nice change to Fudge and Scrimgeouer.
\"Well enough, Goyle seems to have covered his tracks well, better than one would expect,\" Harry added darkly. The minister just smiled at him.
\"Good, good. Well, I think you can take off early. It is the weekend, after all, enjoy yourself! Have fun, but not too much.\" The minister winked at him before slipping out the door into the hall. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled. He packed up his things and with a POP apparated home.
He arrived in his apartment seconds later. It was modestly furnished, but outrageusly so. There were lots of splashes of color. The couch was a deep burgundy color and the curtains were gold, a happy reminder of his school days.
Harry threw down his stuff on the counter and flopped down on the couch. Hedwig flew over to his shoulder and nipped his finger. He stroked her affectionately. She closed her eyes to the touch, but then opened her eyes and gave an indignant hoot. Over on the windowsill was a second owl. It was a grey owl, with a pearly sheen to it. There was a letter attached to it\'s leg.
The owl flew over and perched itself on the couch arm and held out it\'s leg. Harry took the letter, but the owl didn\'t leave. It waited for Harry to open the letter. Harry gave it a curious look. This wasn\'t Ron or Hermione\'s owl. He didn\'t know anyone with such a beautiful owl.
He unrolled the furl of parchment. An elegant script was scrawled across the parchment.
Harry,
I know this letter is probably five years too late, and long overdue, but I feel it is in my, and your, best interest for me to send it. I am sorry, Harry. I am sorry for everything I ever did to you, in school and out, all the pain I caused, and I know I caused quite a bit. I have many excuses for it, but none would make you forgive me. My only defense is that I never wanted to do it. I felt pressured my whole life. At first it was because of my family, but then it transcended into my feelings for you. I was too afraid to tell you while we were in school together, and you would never have had me anyway, so I turned my feelings into a powerful hatred. I am sorry, Harry. I never wanted to hurt you, and I hope in time, you might actually forgive me.
~Apollo
Harry stared at the letter and reread it several times. It was someone he\'d gone to school with, and someone who\'d hurt him. Well, there were plenty of those. He looked at the owl again, who was still sitting on the couch. He assumed that meant it wanted a reply. Harry summoned a piece of parchment and quill to him and drafted a response.
Apollo,
Is that your real name? I can\'t for the life of me figure out who this is. There have been many people in my life like how you describe yourself. I have come to terms with most of them, and the rest, well...I\'m an aruor now, so that should give you some idea. I don\'t know how I can forgive someone I don\'t know. Although apparently I do know you. Please, tell me more and there will be a better chance of forgivness.
-Harry
Harry held out the letter to the strange owl.
\"Good enough?\" He asked. The owl hooted happily and Harry attached the scroll to it\'s leg. The owl took off out the open window and Harry watched it disappear over the hills. He turned back to Hedwig.
\"Well, that was interesting.\" He said. She hooted dolefully and rustled her feathers. Harry sighed and shrugged. In the old days, he wouldn\'t have dreamt about replying to an unknown letter, but there were very few bad things left in the world now.
***
The next few days, Harry heard no more from the mysterious letter writer. His workload increased and it was driven completely from his mind. He came into work on Monday and greeted Ron as usual. Ron was still in training to be an auror, but was close to gaining certification. Hermione, however, worked as a journalist for the Daily Prophet. She had become editor in a few short years and had turned the paper into a respectable journal.
Harry passed Malfoy on his way to his office. Malfoy had somehow gained employment and now worked as an unspeakable. Harry rarely talked to him, but saw him nearly everyday. Harry gave him a cool look as they passed and Malfoy sneered back. They had never learned to completely get along, but they managed to be civil, for the sake of their jobs.
Harry spent the day working on tracking Crabbe, who\'d disappeared after the dark lords downfall. He was exauhsted by the time he arrived home, and was looking forward to a relaxing evening. The first thing he noticed, however, was the same beautiful grey owl, waiting in his kitchen. He untied the parchment and collapsed on the couch to read it.
Harry,
I can\'t tell you who I am. It\'s not the time. No, my name is not Apollo, I find it\'s easier to act how one truly feels when one is anonymous. As for telling you more, there is not much more I could say without revealing my self fully. You know me too well. All I want you to know is that I\'m sorry. I would also like to add how good-looking you have become since we left school. That lip ring does wonders, and I bet it makes sex so much more interesting.
~Apollo
Harry stared at the letter. He ran his tongue over the ring, moving the red ball up and down on the ring. This person has seen him since school. Well, lots of people have seen him since he changed his appearance. That didn\'t narrow it down any. \'I bet it makes sex so much more interesting.\' Harry reread that sentence, This person had had feelings for him. He didn\'t even know if it was male or female! He examined the handwriting closely, then pulled out his wand and tapped the parchment.
A flaming message appeared on the bottom of the parchment.
Nice try, but my handwriting won\'t tell you who I am; however, if you\'re that desparate, I am a male. Harry scowled. This person was smarter than he thought. He looked up at the owl, who was waiting expectantly at his desk, where a piece of parchment and ink lay ready.
Harry moved to the desk and composed a new letter.
Apollo,
Thank you for the compliment. I only wish I knew who you were, so I could reciprocate the feeling. I spent many hours to look like this, it wasn\'t all magic, except for maybe the eyes... I take it we knew each other well. Were we close? How often would you say we interacted? Can you tell me these things? I don\'t want to pry, but I am a naturally curious person. And after all, you are the one who wrote to me first.
-Harry
Harry attached the letter to the owl and watched it soar away into the darkening sky.
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A/N: I know, I know, the letter thing is way overdone, but I just couldn\'t help myself! And you can help me by reviewing and maybe I\'ll write more... *wink* *wink*