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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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1,292
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2
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Draco Malfoy The Blunt
Title: The Facts....Or What We\'ve Heard
Author: Un_Touchable
Rating: R [For strong language]
Pairing(s):In this chapter, slight hint of Harry/Draco
Summary: After the war, the surviviors tell their views and their thoughts on how it ended.
Feedback: Would love some
Author’s notes:This is my first Harry Potter fic so please don\'t hurt me. There\'s going to be a lot of chapters just like this. Basically in one person\'s point of view of them speaking. Anyway this didn\'t even come to me, I was sitting front of my computer at 10:42 at night and just started typing. Tell me if you like! ^^
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Anything that is unfamiliar I own. I\'m not making any kind of money off this. At all.
Redemption is overrated.
I don’t care who says otherwise.
It’s true. Think of all the people who have been redeemed. They’ve all gone back to do something worse than before haven’t they? There is no use in telling someone they’ve been redeemed.
Who the hell are you to tell them they’ve been redeemed? You aren’t God. You aren’t the bloody pope. You’re a fucking eighteen year old boy with a hero complex.
Don’t call you that?
Oh I’m sorry did I offend you? Did I offend the all mighty savior? Spare me the drama if you may. I’ve had enough of that ‘I’m so powerful’ bullshit to last me a lifetime.
Rude? Me?
Cynical? Moi?
No no I’m not either of those.
What am I? I’m tired.
That’s right tired. I’m tired of the righteous shit you and your little minions toss in our faces every time we happen to cross paths. I’m tired of the nasty looks people tend to give me when I go out to buy clothes. I’m tired of the bloody sneers I get when someone sees the trace of the dark mark that has long since faded. I’m tired of hearing people are terrorizing my friends for past mistakes.
Excuse me?
We should expected it?
It was our decision?
Merlin do you hear yourself when you speak?! We had no fucking choice and you know it. We had to go against everything we were taught - everything we were brought up to believe! We betrayed our family for goodness sake. All so you could win this stupid war and give us freedom. If it weren’t for us you’d still be trying to find the Dark Lord’s secret location! We gave you this war, we handed it to you on a silver platter!
It didn’t seem that hard for us!? Unlike you we grew up with family. We grew up with people who loved us.
Yes I can truly say my father and my mother loved me. I wouldn’t be alive today if my mother hadn’t begged Snape to help me out 6th year. I wouldn’t be here today if my father hadn’t taken that killing curse that was aimed for me. You know it’s ironic. Your mother died for you and you became a savior. My father died for me, and he was named a murder.
Well of course he killed people.
Yes the people he killed had families and friends and homes.
But how does his killings differ from yours?
Oh because you killed the bad guys! But didn’t they have families? Friends? Homes waiting for them?
Oh of course it’s different. I mean the Death Eaters weren’t human beings who loved and cried and suffered just as you and me. They were soulless. Like dementors.
No I’m not saying what they did was right. I’m saying they fought for a cause they believed in, just as you did. If I was for that cause I would be fighting just as hard. But I wasn’t. And that’s the only reason I’m here today.
It was a war.
Each ‘side’ killed its share of people. No side is innocent. No side is ‘Light’ as you like to call it. Everyone has blood on their hands. Be it a Death Eater, or one of yours. No one is left untouched when there is a war. No one.
It doesn’t matter what your method of killing was. You still killed someone’s husband, wife, son, daughter, brother, or sister. You destroyed as much families as Voldermort did. The only difference is people praised you for it.
It’s disgusting that’s what it is. People cheering for a cut off head of a death eater.
Oh yes I saw it. I saw how they waved and volleyed the head around like it was some prize. Then they left the body, without the head, on his wife’s front doorstep. Did you know she killed herself shortly?
Yes right in front of her 3 year old son. He will be scarred forever.
So it doesn’t matter what side a person was on. Each side killed and loss. So you defeated the big bad guy. Congratulations. You did good. But what about the next one?
What do I mean? Come on now. You don’t think it’d be a happily ever after do you?
Oh you did! How Hufflepuff-like. No it will happen again. I can assure you. Power is addicting. You should know with all you have. Once you get a taste, you’re hooked. It’s not easy to just give up something like power. Once you have it in your grasp, you never want to let it go. And you want more and more power. And that leads to madness.
Me? I’ve had enough of power. I’m content with my home and my family, no matter how small we may be.
Yes we are a family. An odd one, but a family at that. No matter what you or anybody else thinks, we are strong. Really what would you expect? We are Slytherins to the bone.
Of course that’s not a bad thing. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to pick up my daughter from her ballet lesson.
Of course I’ll tell her you said hello.
She is, after all, half yours Potter.
Author: Un_Touchable
Rating: R [For strong language]
Pairing(s):In this chapter, slight hint of Harry/Draco
Summary: After the war, the surviviors tell their views and their thoughts on how it ended.
Feedback: Would love some
Author’s notes:This is my first Harry Potter fic so please don\'t hurt me. There\'s going to be a lot of chapters just like this. Basically in one person\'s point of view of them speaking. Anyway this didn\'t even come to me, I was sitting front of my computer at 10:42 at night and just started typing. Tell me if you like! ^^
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Anything that is unfamiliar I own. I\'m not making any kind of money off this. At all.
Redemption is overrated.
I don’t care who says otherwise.
It’s true. Think of all the people who have been redeemed. They’ve all gone back to do something worse than before haven’t they? There is no use in telling someone they’ve been redeemed.
Who the hell are you to tell them they’ve been redeemed? You aren’t God. You aren’t the bloody pope. You’re a fucking eighteen year old boy with a hero complex.
Don’t call you that?
Oh I’m sorry did I offend you? Did I offend the all mighty savior? Spare me the drama if you may. I’ve had enough of that ‘I’m so powerful’ bullshit to last me a lifetime.
Rude? Me?
Cynical? Moi?
No no I’m not either of those.
What am I? I’m tired.
That’s right tired. I’m tired of the righteous shit you and your little minions toss in our faces every time we happen to cross paths. I’m tired of the nasty looks people tend to give me when I go out to buy clothes. I’m tired of the bloody sneers I get when someone sees the trace of the dark mark that has long since faded. I’m tired of hearing people are terrorizing my friends for past mistakes.
Excuse me?
We should expected it?
It was our decision?
Merlin do you hear yourself when you speak?! We had no fucking choice and you know it. We had to go against everything we were taught - everything we were brought up to believe! We betrayed our family for goodness sake. All so you could win this stupid war and give us freedom. If it weren’t for us you’d still be trying to find the Dark Lord’s secret location! We gave you this war, we handed it to you on a silver platter!
It didn’t seem that hard for us!? Unlike you we grew up with family. We grew up with people who loved us.
Yes I can truly say my father and my mother loved me. I wouldn’t be alive today if my mother hadn’t begged Snape to help me out 6th year. I wouldn’t be here today if my father hadn’t taken that killing curse that was aimed for me. You know it’s ironic. Your mother died for you and you became a savior. My father died for me, and he was named a murder.
Well of course he killed people.
Yes the people he killed had families and friends and homes.
But how does his killings differ from yours?
Oh because you killed the bad guys! But didn’t they have families? Friends? Homes waiting for them?
Oh of course it’s different. I mean the Death Eaters weren’t human beings who loved and cried and suffered just as you and me. They were soulless. Like dementors.
No I’m not saying what they did was right. I’m saying they fought for a cause they believed in, just as you did. If I was for that cause I would be fighting just as hard. But I wasn’t. And that’s the only reason I’m here today.
It was a war.
Each ‘side’ killed its share of people. No side is innocent. No side is ‘Light’ as you like to call it. Everyone has blood on their hands. Be it a Death Eater, or one of yours. No one is left untouched when there is a war. No one.
It doesn’t matter what your method of killing was. You still killed someone’s husband, wife, son, daughter, brother, or sister. You destroyed as much families as Voldermort did. The only difference is people praised you for it.
It’s disgusting that’s what it is. People cheering for a cut off head of a death eater.
Oh yes I saw it. I saw how they waved and volleyed the head around like it was some prize. Then they left the body, without the head, on his wife’s front doorstep. Did you know she killed herself shortly?
Yes right in front of her 3 year old son. He will be scarred forever.
So it doesn’t matter what side a person was on. Each side killed and loss. So you defeated the big bad guy. Congratulations. You did good. But what about the next one?
What do I mean? Come on now. You don’t think it’d be a happily ever after do you?
Oh you did! How Hufflepuff-like. No it will happen again. I can assure you. Power is addicting. You should know with all you have. Once you get a taste, you’re hooked. It’s not easy to just give up something like power. Once you have it in your grasp, you never want to let it go. And you want more and more power. And that leads to madness.
Me? I’ve had enough of power. I’m content with my home and my family, no matter how small we may be.
Yes we are a family. An odd one, but a family at that. No matter what you or anybody else thinks, we are strong. Really what would you expect? We are Slytherins to the bone.
Of course that’s not a bad thing. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to pick up my daughter from her ballet lesson.
Of course I’ll tell her you said hello.
She is, after all, half yours Potter.