Just, Harry's Angel.
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,485
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Just, Harry's Angel.
Authors Note- This fic is something rather personal. It is just a comfort drabble that I wrote for a friend that is going through an excessively bad time at the moment. Its something that I needed to write from him. It is inspired by a graphic art by shades_of_dray on Live Journal.
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He sat alone with his back against the edge of the window, his eyes focused on the world passed the glass. The moon splashed his features with light though it did little to bring light to his eyes. To look into those green orbs one could be lost in the emptiness, the pain that dwelled so deep within them, within his heart.
The loss that he had encountered that day was written on every feature of his body, crippling him beyond his years. His shoulders hunched, defeated by the weight that he took upon his shoulders, his head bowed echoing his posture. The world saw him as a hero, yet they knew little of what the boy had sacrificed to save their lives. What it had taken from him, what little it left him with.
With a slow effort he raised his head a little higher, leaning it back to rest against the wall, his lips parting whether in a sigh or a soft prayer. His hand rose heavily to rest against the frosted glass, leaving its print upon the pane the frost retreating from its warmth. He found this ironic, how his body could still be warm yet he felt so cold, so dead within it. Nothing beyond that, just cold. He didn’t even think that he could feel the pain anymore; it was just numb.
No one understood it, they were just happy it was over, yet for him it wasn’t. For him it would never be over. That day had taken his life when they took his; took half of his heart when they ripped the other from his arms. They expected him to go on, to live as if that didn’t matter, as if it was something he could forget. He could smile with his mouth, but how could they expect him to smile with his eyes?
He closed his eyes with a heaviness that made him feel like he never would open them again. A similar feeling he held in his heart. He wanted it to just stop, to just let go, let someone else deal with the world and all the problems they are expecting him to fix.
“You are stronger than that”
The voice whispered out to him, the familiar drawling that sent a wave through him causing his hand to curl into a fist on the glass. It had always seemed to have that same effect either eliciting his heated temper or an overwhelming passion.
“Feeling sorry for yourself, Potter? Dwelling on your own pain? Perhaps I was wrong you are weak” The voice goaded him, so familiar it caused his heart to ache. He kept his eyes closed, desperate to keep onto that small bit of emotion just to feel something.
“How can you expect me to go on? You kept me strong”
His response was met with a snort, he closed his eyes tighter.
“So it’s all about you again? I kept you real… You kept yourself strong”
Harry couldn’t help but let a hint of a smirk tease at his lips, even in death he was snarky; a challenge to get one over.
“How am I suppose to do this without you… How can I just forget?”
He could hear the smile behind the voice, could almost see it spread across the pale face, lighting up the ice blue eyes as the presence spoke.
“Toughen up Princess”
A sudden seriousness spread into the voice, Harry had only ever heard it when Draco had wanted him to listen, to really listen to him.
“You can’t do this to yourself, you can’t give up because of what happened. It wasn’t your fault. It was a cruel game of fate to make you strong. Use it. Explore it. Get off that hot wizarding arse of yours and make a difference, like you were suppose to. Don’t forget me, but don’t dwell on me. You belong to this world.”
Harry was sure he could feel the warm breath on his cheek and he turned his face towards it, his lips parting. For a second he could have sworn he felt those lips on his sending sparks along his spine, leaving him gasping in his own memories.
“Let yourself feel, pain, hurt. But let yourself be alive.. Live…”
The voice was fading, Harry reached out his hand to the air, desperate to touch it to just feel him close again, to feel him wrapped around him as he once did.
“I don’t want you to leave”
He was surprised that his voice managed to get passed the lump in his throat that was now choking him. He could hear it though, hear the sob he was fighting.
“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily Potter. I’ll be watching you, walking with you. Your own personal angel… keeping your arse out of the trouble you attract”
A tear found its path along the raven haired boys cheek. He didn’t even bother trying to wipe it away, it would have been replaced soon enough anyway.
“I miss you”
“You always will”
“I love you”
“I know”
“I won’t forget”
“I won’t let you”
He let the emotion flood him with each answer, so like the Slytherin; arrogant and proud. Silence ensued for a minute, for a moment Harry didn’t feel alone.. didn’t feel empty. He opened his eyes for the first time since the voice had started and his heart raced.
He looked exactly as he always did, standing tall as if he owned the world. At that moment he did, Harry’s world. He was dressed in his usual black attire, only befitting of his status, his hair fell in an illustrious wave of blond that had Harry’s fingers itching. The only thing that was different was the beautiful white wings that spread from the other boys shoulders, wrapping around him like a shield. Draco’s lips smiled, a smiled that reached the ice blue eyes as they met Harry’s wide green ones, holding his gaze. The boys didn’t say anything, everything had been said. For moments that felt like life times they gazed at each other, lost in the emotion.
The angel stepped forward within touching distance of Harry’s outstretched fingers. He reached out and entwined his long fingers within the gaps that were made for him.
“I’m proud of you”
The blond leaned forward to press his lips against Harry’s lending him the warm, comfort and hope that his new status befitted of him. He whispered so softly against them that Harry barely heard the last words.
“Live well my Lion”
And then he was gone, as quickly as he appeared. Harry stayed there for a moment, still feeling the tingling of his lips, the warmth of the hand that had held his. Tears stained his face, no longer of pain and emptiness, but grief that he had failed to let himself feel, yet he did not feel alone in it.
He turned his eyes back to the frosted window and tilted his head as his eyes picked up a slight change. He moved forward and for the first time since that day a genuine smile lit up the boys eyes.
The words I love you were written upon the glass.
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He sat alone with his back against the edge of the window, his eyes focused on the world passed the glass. The moon splashed his features with light though it did little to bring light to his eyes. To look into those green orbs one could be lost in the emptiness, the pain that dwelled so deep within them, within his heart.
The loss that he had encountered that day was written on every feature of his body, crippling him beyond his years. His shoulders hunched, defeated by the weight that he took upon his shoulders, his head bowed echoing his posture. The world saw him as a hero, yet they knew little of what the boy had sacrificed to save their lives. What it had taken from him, what little it left him with.
With a slow effort he raised his head a little higher, leaning it back to rest against the wall, his lips parting whether in a sigh or a soft prayer. His hand rose heavily to rest against the frosted glass, leaving its print upon the pane the frost retreating from its warmth. He found this ironic, how his body could still be warm yet he felt so cold, so dead within it. Nothing beyond that, just cold. He didn’t even think that he could feel the pain anymore; it was just numb.
No one understood it, they were just happy it was over, yet for him it wasn’t. For him it would never be over. That day had taken his life when they took his; took half of his heart when they ripped the other from his arms. They expected him to go on, to live as if that didn’t matter, as if it was something he could forget. He could smile with his mouth, but how could they expect him to smile with his eyes?
He closed his eyes with a heaviness that made him feel like he never would open them again. A similar feeling he held in his heart. He wanted it to just stop, to just let go, let someone else deal with the world and all the problems they are expecting him to fix.
“You are stronger than that”
The voice whispered out to him, the familiar drawling that sent a wave through him causing his hand to curl into a fist on the glass. It had always seemed to have that same effect either eliciting his heated temper or an overwhelming passion.
“Feeling sorry for yourself, Potter? Dwelling on your own pain? Perhaps I was wrong you are weak” The voice goaded him, so familiar it caused his heart to ache. He kept his eyes closed, desperate to keep onto that small bit of emotion just to feel something.
“How can you expect me to go on? You kept me strong”
His response was met with a snort, he closed his eyes tighter.
“So it’s all about you again? I kept you real… You kept yourself strong”
Harry couldn’t help but let a hint of a smirk tease at his lips, even in death he was snarky; a challenge to get one over.
“How am I suppose to do this without you… How can I just forget?”
He could hear the smile behind the voice, could almost see it spread across the pale face, lighting up the ice blue eyes as the presence spoke.
“Toughen up Princess”
A sudden seriousness spread into the voice, Harry had only ever heard it when Draco had wanted him to listen, to really listen to him.
“You can’t do this to yourself, you can’t give up because of what happened. It wasn’t your fault. It was a cruel game of fate to make you strong. Use it. Explore it. Get off that hot wizarding arse of yours and make a difference, like you were suppose to. Don’t forget me, but don’t dwell on me. You belong to this world.”
Harry was sure he could feel the warm breath on his cheek and he turned his face towards it, his lips parting. For a second he could have sworn he felt those lips on his sending sparks along his spine, leaving him gasping in his own memories.
“Let yourself feel, pain, hurt. But let yourself be alive.. Live…”
The voice was fading, Harry reached out his hand to the air, desperate to touch it to just feel him close again, to feel him wrapped around him as he once did.
“I don’t want you to leave”
He was surprised that his voice managed to get passed the lump in his throat that was now choking him. He could hear it though, hear the sob he was fighting.
“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily Potter. I’ll be watching you, walking with you. Your own personal angel… keeping your arse out of the trouble you attract”
A tear found its path along the raven haired boys cheek. He didn’t even bother trying to wipe it away, it would have been replaced soon enough anyway.
“I miss you”
“You always will”
“I love you”
“I know”
“I won’t forget”
“I won’t let you”
He let the emotion flood him with each answer, so like the Slytherin; arrogant and proud. Silence ensued for a minute, for a moment Harry didn’t feel alone.. didn’t feel empty. He opened his eyes for the first time since the voice had started and his heart raced.
He looked exactly as he always did, standing tall as if he owned the world. At that moment he did, Harry’s world. He was dressed in his usual black attire, only befitting of his status, his hair fell in an illustrious wave of blond that had Harry’s fingers itching. The only thing that was different was the beautiful white wings that spread from the other boys shoulders, wrapping around him like a shield. Draco’s lips smiled, a smiled that reached the ice blue eyes as they met Harry’s wide green ones, holding his gaze. The boys didn’t say anything, everything had been said. For moments that felt like life times they gazed at each other, lost in the emotion.
The angel stepped forward within touching distance of Harry’s outstretched fingers. He reached out and entwined his long fingers within the gaps that were made for him.
“I’m proud of you”
The blond leaned forward to press his lips against Harry’s lending him the warm, comfort and hope that his new status befitted of him. He whispered so softly against them that Harry barely heard the last words.
“Live well my Lion”
And then he was gone, as quickly as he appeared. Harry stayed there for a moment, still feeling the tingling of his lips, the warmth of the hand that had held his. Tears stained his face, no longer of pain and emptiness, but grief that he had failed to let himself feel, yet he did not feel alone in it.
He turned his eyes back to the frosted window and tilted his head as his eyes picked up a slight change. He moved forward and for the first time since that day a genuine smile lit up the boys eyes.
The words I love you were written upon the glass.