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Ghosts of the Past
By : sunset20
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Views: 1374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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 List
- I don’t own Harry Potter or any other character, they all belong to the one and only J. K. Rowling… ok, I lied, Draco is currently lying on my bed (oh yes) pining for his Harry, so I do own him. Oh, he would be so angry with me if he heard me saying this (you know the “nobody can own a Malfoy” stuff) but fortunately he’s not paying attention because he’s thinking of a certain pair of green eyes and is…. hm, otherwise engaged :D (yes I know I’m a lucky chick haha)
After three months of rotting in a tiny, dirty cell, you start losing contact with reality. In the first days you still try to occupy yourself with small things like finding ways of measuring the passing of time or thinking of possible tricks to escape. But after two weeks the latest, you give up on the hope of getting away and soon you loose track of time too. You start watching the spiders in the corners and other small creatures that are brave enough to approach those cursed halls. There are not too many. But soon you know their daily routine by heart and don’t even have to open your eyes to know what they are doing. And then there are those memories. Creeping around your bed at night when you try to stay awake in fear of having nightmares again. But you still fight them back, you cling to the last remnants of strength in you to keep them at bay. But after long months of constant silence and solitude you find it harder and harder and you know that soon you’ll have to give in. At least this is how I remember the days, weeks and months that have passed since I was taken captive by Death Eaters for spying. I was astonished that they kept me alive but I soon found out that it was just because they wanted to have a breathing toy to play with when they had no order to kill.
“I’m the next!”
“NO! I want to be the next!”
“You had him twice already tonight, so just shut up!”
“Isn’t he sweet? Calling for his beloved Potter! You still don’t get it, do you? He won’t save you! Because he doesn’t give a damn what happens to you! He has abandoned you!”
“Shit, how can he be so bloody tight after having at least a dozen cocks up his ass in just two hours?”
“He didn’t come. Three fucking months and he didn’t even try. You see, you’re worthless to him now that we know who you really support. Worthless. So why are you still protecting him?”
“He was more fun when he screamed. Do something, I’m getting bored!”
First I was afraid they would kill me but now I wish they had done it. Not because of the tortures, I could bear those no matter how much they tried to hurt me, I was broken already. But the memories that threaten to overcome me soon frighten me more than I can tell. I have often considered suicide but the Death Eaters are watchful, so the only possibility would be to stop forcing the almost inedible, tasteless food down my throat and hunger to death, but I’m too much of a coward even for that.
“Why not?”
“Just leave me alone, Pansy, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay! I can’t just watch you ruin your life because of a bloody Gryffindor! Talk to him, Draco! Tell him about your feelings…”
“I can’t. He wouldn’t understand. He hates me…”
They haven’t brought me food for 2 or 3 days – I’m not sure how long exactly because there is no window in my cell; I haven’t seen the sun in at least 5 months now. The Order must be gaining power if Voldemort needs all his followers around him, so I’ve been left behind. I have been abandoned. By both sides. It’s almost funny. Soon the last torch on the hallway will go out to leave me in utter darkness.
“Shit!”
“Sorry! You okay? It’s just so dark here… I didn't see – MALFOY? What are you doing here? This is Gryffindor territory!”
“I… I was… actually… looking for you – “
“Are you spying on me, Malfoy?”
“No, I…”
“Then fuck off and get back to the dungeons, where you belong! Ferret!”Strange how some things from my earlier life fade into complete darkness while others become clear and haunting. I have forgotten the blue of the summer sky but the green oceans of your eyes still follow me day and night. I have forgotten what the cold breeze from the ocean running through my hair was like but I can still feel your fingers playing dreamily with my blond locks. I have forgotten the taste of Christmas cookies but can still feel the sweetness of your lips on mine. I have forgotten the smell of roses but your sweet scent still surrounds me, marking me as yours – no matter how many Death Eaters have raped me. I have forgotten the sweet melody of the nightingale but I can still remember you saying those three words I will never forget: “Filthy Slytherin Slut!”… Don’t! Don’t go there…
“He has abandoned you!”
My senses start to go numb. It’s so dark I can’t even tell if my eyes are open or closed. I haven’t heard a human voice in what seems to be a whole lifetime. My throat is still sore from screaming and the lack of water and I don’t think I could talk even if I had somebody to talk to. Is this how those live – no, exist, who have gotten the Kiss? At least I feel hungry and I cling to that last feeling with all my power but I know it will soon leave me too.
“Aw, breakfast, I’m famished! Did you prepare this on your own?”
“I should say yes, but unfortunately no. I asked Dobby to help me.”
“Repeat that!”
“What?”
“You? You asked a house elf for help?”
“Don’t look so surprised, Harry! I can be civil if I want to. But I think the poor thing was close to having a heart attack.”
“You must have scared him to death.”
“Yeah, you should have seen his face when I told him it was for you – oh, that look was priceless!”
“Can you blame him? It is indeed weird that we of all people have this… thing. Even I find it a bit difficult to get used to the idea, don’t you?”
“No, actually. I feel like this is what I’ve always yearned for. I love you, Harry, and always will!”
“I love-
NO! LIAR!!
Death is sitting in the corner, watching me. It’s too dark to tell what he looks like. All I can see are those bright green eyes. Gazing at me. Did he choose to have green eyes to give me hope? Or to torture me? I don’t know. But it hurts.
“Filthy Slytherin Slut!”
Why is he torturing me? I wish he would just claim me. I’m dead already, anyway. But he just watches.
“So I hear you’re taking the Dark Mark!”
“Says who?”
“Ron”
“Oh, well if he says so, then it must be true.”
“He heard from his father that the children of Death Eaters will have to prove their loyalty soon.”
“We are offered a choice.”
“So when are you leaving?”
Death comes a bit closer every day. Just a bit. His green eyes drive me mad. All those excruciating emotions chasing each other in them. Anger. Hate. Confusion. Lust. Lo- no, only Lust. Anger. And Hate again.
“I hate you!”
“He doesn’t give a damn what happens to you!”
“Filthy Slytherin Slut!”
Death is close. His breath almost on my cheeks. Good. Finally. Peace. But it hurts. That you’ll never know. Death gently takes me. In his arms. So warm. Shouldn’t it be cold? I only wish I could. Tell you. Green eyes over me. It’s almost. As if. Darkness comes.
Yes, I know a relapse... I bet you thought after the almost happy ending of my last story you would finally get a real one... well, sorry to disappoint you. Maybe next time. Please tell me what you think - reviews make me happy, when I'm happy I can't kill my characters, so you get a happy ending...
That's blackmail!!!
Shut up, Draco, or I'll tell them about the dream you had last night! *Draco glares at me with fear and anger mingled in his wonderful grey eyes and then turns to leave*
NO, NO, NO I didn't mean it!!! Don't leave, please!!!! Sorry guys, I have to beg a very angry Slytherin for forgiveness - wish me luck! - You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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