The Hourglass
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,135
Reviews:
13
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.
Chapter I
Disclaimer: all characters are property of J.K. Rowling, no copyright infringement intended.
This goes for the whole fic. I do not own any of the characters, except for Hera Malfoy and the extras that may come up... for now.
Fic Cover: http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b107/Wickedmay/Fics/TheHourglasscover.jpg
The Hourglass
***
As time ticks by, grains of sand
Falling one after the other
Take the life of son and mother
Like water slips from a hand.
Does death put an end to life?
Does life prepare us for death?
Each ticking takes from the sheath
What becomes a bleeding knife.
But no life is lost in vane,
Nor it happens for no reason,
Since the ending of a season
Leaves the next an open lane.
And the hourglass keeps turning,
And as time keeps ticking by,
Those who live up in the sky
Back to Earth will be returning.
***
Chapter I
So many years after having given Hera a black leather covered diary for her eleventh birthday, Draco held it in his hands again and opened it for the first time. His younger sister’s handwriting filled every single page of it and, just by flipping them from the beginning to the end, he noticed how she had changed from a little girl to a fully grown teenager. Her script, at first so wide and childish, slowly turned narrow, rushed and with sharp angles; but it was the contents of that diary what made it even clearer. She had allowed him to read it from the first page to the last herself, but that didn’t make Draco feel like he wasn’t invading her privacy.
He closed it and took it to his room.
Maybe later… he had all the time in the world…
~*~
A ten year-old Hera Malfoy giggled excitedly after sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room. Ever since Harry and Draco had retuned to Hogwarts bringing her along, the Malfoys had always stayed there, though every once in a while she would wake up alone in the sofa, because he had gotten used to sleeping in Harry’s bed every now and again. This was one of those nights, which only made it easier for her to leave the tower unnoticed.
She never took Harry’s invisibility cloak, though he had told her several times she could borrow it anytime she pleased, nor she used the Marauder’s Map. Her instincts were enough to tell if Filch or Madam Norris were around and, even when they were, she always knew where to hide. Her eyes were used to the dark. How couldn’t they be, really, after spending most her life in a dungeon?
With each step, her excitement grew. She wanted to get there quickly, but running was too risky. As she passed the Great Hall and reached the bottom of the stairways of the Astronomy tower, she heard Filch’s footsteps getting closer and saw the smooth light of his oil lamp. The blonde stood still against the cold wall until the man had left the room and then ran upstairs quietly.
It didn’t take her long to climb her way up and, only moments after, she sat on the edge of the thick wall, taking in the peaceful nocturne landscape. This was her favourite spot in the whole castle. Not only it made her feel free, it helped her mind work with its top force. She took a deep breath and pulled a wand from her pocket. The only wand that meant something to her, apart from Voldemort’s; the wand of the girl he could never have and turned Tom Marvolo Riddle into the darkest wizard of their times.
Every night she went up to the tower, she would do the same thing: take the wand and stare at it for hours. When sleep begun to take over her, she’d force herself to stay awake and vivid dreams would dance before her eyes. That was how she first saw Lorelai Drowell, a young girl in Ravenclaw clothing with brown eyes and silky black hair. She had a tiny nose and long legs she never bothered to hide, she walked around the castle with innate grace and had conquered the Slytherin with her beauty and wits.
She found the girl fascinating simply for the effect she had caused on him. She intrigued her and wanted nothing more than to learn from her.
Hera’s life had tuned upside-down since the moment Draco and Harry took her out of Malfoy Manor. She had met the real Tom Riddle, the man behind the monster, she had begun to care for him, but she had also caused her death. Within her, a part of her had died with him, and she knew the only way to feel complete again was through her gift. And so, she would do whatever was in her reach to finally get to know him as she would’ve wanted.
Hera could hardly keep her eyes open any longer, and still she hadn’t seen a thing. Frustration took over her and she stood on the edge angrily. She looked down to the grounds and jumped backwards, her feet landing safely on the stone floor.
‘Today isn’t good for this’, she said to herself bitterly. She stretched and returned to the warm common room.
‘Hopping Bunnies’, she whispered to the Fat Lady, who just nodded and let her in.
Draco was standing in his green boxers in the middle of the room. When she walked in, he frowned and folded his arms.
‘Where in Merlin’s name have you been?’, he asked angrily. ‘It’s three in the morning, Hera! I’ve been sitting here for over an hour not knowing where the bloody hell you were!’
‘I just went for a walk, that’s all! Where could I have possibly been?’
‘I don’t know! I don’t usually take walks when the only ones awake are Filch, Madam Norris and ghosts! As far as I know, you could’ve gone to the Forbidden Forest to get eaten by a werewolf!’
‘First, tonight there’s no full moon, and second, I didn’t even left the castle’, she replied tiredly. ‘Besides, I know when something is going to happen, and I’m not that foolish to go running towards danger’, said the girl who had just been facing a hundred meters of free fall.
‘You know, I hope one day those powers of yours fail, so you learn not to be such an imprudent girl all the time!’, he growled and turned on his heels to go back to the boys dormitories.
Hera kicked the floor and slumped back on the sofa. She hated it when Draco yelled at her, but she wasn’t about to show it to him. She flipped onto her stomach and blinked a few angry tears away. All she wanted was to fall asleep and forget about that stupid night.
This goes for the whole fic. I do not own any of the characters, except for Hera Malfoy and the extras that may come up... for now.
Fic Cover: http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b107/Wickedmay/Fics/TheHourglasscover.jpg
The Hourglass
As time ticks by, grains of sand
Falling one after the other
Take the life of son and mother
Like water slips from a hand.
Does death put an end to life?
Does life prepare us for death?
Each ticking takes from the sheath
What becomes a bleeding knife.
But no life is lost in vane,
Nor it happens for no reason,
Since the ending of a season
Leaves the next an open lane.
And the hourglass keeps turning,
And as time keeps ticking by,
Those who live up in the sky
Back to Earth will be returning.
***
Chapter I
So many years after having given Hera a black leather covered diary for her eleventh birthday, Draco held it in his hands again and opened it for the first time. His younger sister’s handwriting filled every single page of it and, just by flipping them from the beginning to the end, he noticed how she had changed from a little girl to a fully grown teenager. Her script, at first so wide and childish, slowly turned narrow, rushed and with sharp angles; but it was the contents of that diary what made it even clearer. She had allowed him to read it from the first page to the last herself, but that didn’t make Draco feel like he wasn’t invading her privacy.
He closed it and took it to his room.
Maybe later… he had all the time in the world…
A ten year-old Hera Malfoy giggled excitedly after sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room. Ever since Harry and Draco had retuned to Hogwarts bringing her along, the Malfoys had always stayed there, though every once in a while she would wake up alone in the sofa, because he had gotten used to sleeping in Harry’s bed every now and again. This was one of those nights, which only made it easier for her to leave the tower unnoticed.
She never took Harry’s invisibility cloak, though he had told her several times she could borrow it anytime she pleased, nor she used the Marauder’s Map. Her instincts were enough to tell if Filch or Madam Norris were around and, even when they were, she always knew where to hide. Her eyes were used to the dark. How couldn’t they be, really, after spending most her life in a dungeon?
With each step, her excitement grew. She wanted to get there quickly, but running was too risky. As she passed the Great Hall and reached the bottom of the stairways of the Astronomy tower, she heard Filch’s footsteps getting closer and saw the smooth light of his oil lamp. The blonde stood still against the cold wall until the man had left the room and then ran upstairs quietly.
It didn’t take her long to climb her way up and, only moments after, she sat on the edge of the thick wall, taking in the peaceful nocturne landscape. This was her favourite spot in the whole castle. Not only it made her feel free, it helped her mind work with its top force. She took a deep breath and pulled a wand from her pocket. The only wand that meant something to her, apart from Voldemort’s; the wand of the girl he could never have and turned Tom Marvolo Riddle into the darkest wizard of their times.
Every night she went up to the tower, she would do the same thing: take the wand and stare at it for hours. When sleep begun to take over her, she’d force herself to stay awake and vivid dreams would dance before her eyes. That was how she first saw Lorelai Drowell, a young girl in Ravenclaw clothing with brown eyes and silky black hair. She had a tiny nose and long legs she never bothered to hide, she walked around the castle with innate grace and had conquered the Slytherin with her beauty and wits.
She found the girl fascinating simply for the effect she had caused on him. She intrigued her and wanted nothing more than to learn from her.
Hera’s life had tuned upside-down since the moment Draco and Harry took her out of Malfoy Manor. She had met the real Tom Riddle, the man behind the monster, she had begun to care for him, but she had also caused her death. Within her, a part of her had died with him, and she knew the only way to feel complete again was through her gift. And so, she would do whatever was in her reach to finally get to know him as she would’ve wanted.
Hera could hardly keep her eyes open any longer, and still she hadn’t seen a thing. Frustration took over her and she stood on the edge angrily. She looked down to the grounds and jumped backwards, her feet landing safely on the stone floor.
‘Today isn’t good for this’, she said to herself bitterly. She stretched and returned to the warm common room.
‘Hopping Bunnies’, she whispered to the Fat Lady, who just nodded and let her in.
Draco was standing in his green boxers in the middle of the room. When she walked in, he frowned and folded his arms.
‘Where in Merlin’s name have you been?’, he asked angrily. ‘It’s three in the morning, Hera! I’ve been sitting here for over an hour not knowing where the bloody hell you were!’
‘I just went for a walk, that’s all! Where could I have possibly been?’
‘I don’t know! I don’t usually take walks when the only ones awake are Filch, Madam Norris and ghosts! As far as I know, you could’ve gone to the Forbidden Forest to get eaten by a werewolf!’
‘First, tonight there’s no full moon, and second, I didn’t even left the castle’, she replied tiredly. ‘Besides, I know when something is going to happen, and I’m not that foolish to go running towards danger’, said the girl who had just been facing a hundred meters of free fall.
‘You know, I hope one day those powers of yours fail, so you learn not to be such an imprudent girl all the time!’, he growled and turned on his heels to go back to the boys dormitories.
Hera kicked the floor and slumped back on the sofa. She hated it when Draco yelled at her, but she wasn’t about to show it to him. She flipped onto her stomach and blinked a few angry tears away. All she wanted was to fall asleep and forget about that stupid night.