Evil in His Mind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,518
Reviews:
7
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.
Evil in His Mind
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters and bow down before JK Rowling
Authors Note: this is a first time for me doing any fan fiction… or writing for that matter. Came to me when I was working. I know its really short but I don’t know if I want to write more unless people like it. It will eventually turn to harry/draco and probably N/C17
Harry curled around himself, whimpering as the voice in his head grew louder. They all thought Voldemort was dead, defeated by Harry in his sixth year. But the prophecy had said that neither could die when the other lived, and it was proving only to true.
Memories flashed before him, the final battle, surrounded by Death Eaters and then Voldemort. The war had cost everyone something; family, friends, lovers… their humanity. That’s what he had given to save the wizarding world, a piece of his soul, the lighter half, the happy half. When Ginny had died and the Weasly’s had blamed him he realized that the only way to beat Voldemort was to become darker than him. He stopped caring about the means and just focused on the end result. In the end what he remembers most was the faces of everyone when they found him sitting next to Voldemort’s body, rocking, covered with blood, and all around them where the pieces of Voldemort’s inner circle members. He had sat there so alone, in agony because of the piece of his soul that had been ripped away and sent to hell, while a voice in his head started to laugh. That day the only person to approach him was Severus Snape, and since then the voice in his head had gotten stronger and more persuasive.
He curled up tighter around himself, letting out yet another whimper, forcing back memories and the ever instant voice.* you can’t hide from me, can’t push me away. I am you, and you me. We exist together. Embrace it. * NO! NO! NO! He wouldn’t; couldn’t let him take over or influence. Pushing him self upright he reached for the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a dreamless sleep potion, yet another thing he could thank Snape for.
He had tried for two months to sleep with out a potion and all that and come of it was an improvement in his noise barrier spell. Finally it drove him to Snape, and with all the courage he possessed he requested the potion and that it be kept secret. To Harry’s relief Snape asked no questions and since that time has faithfully provided enough of the dreamless drought to sustain Harry through every night.
Sighing he tipped back his head and felt the cool liquid slip down his throat and the voice gradually fade away.
Authors Note: this is a first time for me doing any fan fiction… or writing for that matter. Came to me when I was working. I know its really short but I don’t know if I want to write more unless people like it. It will eventually turn to harry/draco and probably N/C17
Harry curled around himself, whimpering as the voice in his head grew louder. They all thought Voldemort was dead, defeated by Harry in his sixth year. But the prophecy had said that neither could die when the other lived, and it was proving only to true.
Memories flashed before him, the final battle, surrounded by Death Eaters and then Voldemort. The war had cost everyone something; family, friends, lovers… their humanity. That’s what he had given to save the wizarding world, a piece of his soul, the lighter half, the happy half. When Ginny had died and the Weasly’s had blamed him he realized that the only way to beat Voldemort was to become darker than him. He stopped caring about the means and just focused on the end result. In the end what he remembers most was the faces of everyone when they found him sitting next to Voldemort’s body, rocking, covered with blood, and all around them where the pieces of Voldemort’s inner circle members. He had sat there so alone, in agony because of the piece of his soul that had been ripped away and sent to hell, while a voice in his head started to laugh. That day the only person to approach him was Severus Snape, and since then the voice in his head had gotten stronger and more persuasive.
He curled up tighter around himself, letting out yet another whimper, forcing back memories and the ever instant voice.* you can’t hide from me, can’t push me away. I am you, and you me. We exist together. Embrace it. * NO! NO! NO! He wouldn’t; couldn’t let him take over or influence. Pushing him self upright he reached for the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a dreamless sleep potion, yet another thing he could thank Snape for.
He had tried for two months to sleep with out a potion and all that and come of it was an improvement in his noise barrier spell. Finally it drove him to Snape, and with all the courage he possessed he requested the potion and that it be kept secret. To Harry’s relief Snape asked no questions and since that time has faithfully provided enough of the dreamless drought to sustain Harry through every night.
Sighing he tipped back his head and felt the cool liquid slip down his throat and the voice gradually fade away.