I\'ll Come Back to You...I Promise

Discalimer: I own nothing in reguards to Harry Potter.
A/N: Fluffly little sappy hurt-comfort number here. Possibly a little better from my first published fiasco. And remember, reviewing is nice.

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Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you feel the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on...

Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton


\"I\'ll come back to you...I promise.\" The words, that seemed to have been spoken a million years ago, still to this day, repeat clearly in my mind, as they did that night so long ago.

With the comfort of his arms and sleep slowly grasping me under its spell, all I could manage was a feeble protest, \"Don\'t...stay...please?\"

The morning I woke, he was gone and I haven\'t seen him since, in six long years.

\"I heard Harry Potter and The Dark Lord both died at the hand of each others wands.\"

\"But their bodies were never found. How do we know they both aren\'t still alive and in hiding?\"

\"Surly, there would have been sightings of the two if they were both alive.\"

\"Yeah, but where are the bodies to prove?\"

\"Maybe they were blown up into oblivion.\"

\"Or maybe, Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord, disposed of the body and went into hiding.\"

\"Why would he go into hiding? He\'s our hero!\"


Speculations, but no truth.

I too, grasped onto the hope that Harry may still be alive and went into hiding. But that introspection was short lived.

The weeks turned into months and then progressed into years, and finally I accepted that, Harry was not returning to me.

Sometimes, as though he is right beside me, I can smell his scent, tantalizing my hopes. I can swear he is standing right beside me, but when I turn to look, nothing is there.

Emptiness; cries the air around me.

I have kept up with the pace of life, never showing signs to anyone of how I truly feel, not even myself, until now.

I ignored my emotions. I let apathy overshadow my feelings of sorrow and grief.

I never even cried once in mourning his loss. It would have been too real.

Still now, I cannot bear to let myself cry, for fear it will drive me into insanity. Agonizing insanity.

This piece of parchment, holds, what even I dared not admit to myself, the most venerable emotions I bestow.

And now, when I am done writing, I will cast this parchment into the fire, where the flames will forever conceal my abstruse feelings. Never to remind me of what is real.

I will continue to go on through life, as a zombie, alive but not living.

Waiting for death to catch my fall.


With the last words written, Draco put down his quill. He scrutinized the piece of parchment for a moment, not reading, just staring at it before crumpling it up and throwing it into the fire.

Draco watched as the parchment curled and blackened by the flames that consumed it. Words written never to be repeated. A secret forever held by the fire.

\"You should never make promises you can\'t keep, Harry...ever.\" Draco whispered to the crackling flames, the only thing in the room that was alive.

Draco took another swig from the bottle he held in his hand, feeling the burn of alcohol intoxicate his body, poisoning him, numbing him.

A knock at the door startled Draco from his trance.

\"Go away!\" He shouted in fury.

Another knock.

\"Fuck off! I said, GO AWAY!\"

Another knock.

\"Fuck.\" Draco said under his breath in annoyance and took another swig from the bottle before standing up.

\"Alright, alright already, I\'m coming!\" head spinning, Draco swayed and stood for a second to regain some sort of balance, but the dizziness wouldn\'t go away.

Draco turned toward the door, \"Hold your fucking horses, I\'m coming!\" he slurred.

In his drunken state and the darkness of the room, with only the fire for minimal light, Draco did not see the lift in the rug that tripped him just before he reached the door, and in his fall colliding his head with the doorknob.

The blood flowed from his head as he lay on the floor, the knocking at the door floating further and further away from his consciousness.

Feeling his body grow cold, hearing his heartbeat decrease dramatically, his breathing stop, and then...silence.

Suddenly there was a warm hand upon his face.

He could breath.

When he opened his eyes they met familiar emerald eyes he had so longed to look into for six years.

A warm breeze swept across Draco\'s body and he could feel the soft grass beneath him.

Draco was no longer in his dark flat, but outside, in the light of day and most enthralling of all, he was with Harry.

Behind the smiling face of Harry, the most gorgeous smile in the world was the infinite blue sky, decorated with fluffy white clouds.

There was no pain.

Harry continued to caress Draco\'s cheek and smile down upon him. A touch, Draco had ached for.

With out a shadow of a doubt in Draco\'s mind, this, where they were, Harry, and everything was real.

And for once in his life, Draco felt alive, at home and at peace.

This was beyond perfection.

You came back to me, said his mind.

\"I was always there, Draco...you just couldn\'t see me.\"


Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

~ Fin ~