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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-11
Sacrifice to spare him the pain Part I
Draco
I am so focused on my book that I don't even notice my door being opened. I don't realize that there is someone in my room until the bed dips. But when I turn my face around, I don't find anyone so I turn back to my book.
"Oi." I yell and jump, crossing my legs when I feel someone tickle my feet. It's just that I can't see anyone, though I can hear someone chuckling.
"Who is it?" I ask sharply.
"Hooohaahaahaaha. I am Lord Voldemort. Hoooohaahaa." I hear and stare at the spot the voice is coming from. The voice belongs to Harry. Only he can say these words as a joke. Stupid idiot.
"Harry." I murmur softly and wait. He doesn't reply. Instead, he tickles my arm pit.
"Oiii, Harry. Where are you? Don't tickle me." I snarl and the git starts tickling me relentlessly, at every place he can reach.
"Ha-" I try, bursting into helpless giggles, "Harry. P-" I try again but he gives me no opportunity to speak, "Harry please. I missed you, you git."
At these words, the hands retreat and he removes a silver cloak from his person. His face is red and his eyes are sparkling with mischief. I stare for a moment, trying to freeze the memory in my mind. I would like to remember him like this, smiling when I am doing what I need to and don't know whether I will make it alive or not.
Over the holidays, I researched more on Nicholas Flamel and Sorceror's stone.
I also tried to contact Severus, but to no avail. My godfather was really very busy with something I don't know. I do have an inkling as to what it is. I asked father for information, which he willingly gave to me.
I am sure that the large dog that Harry told me about is guarding the stone. The friendship of headmaster Dumbledore with Flamel proves it.
Harry sits in front of me and I glare at him. Slyth and Serena crawl on the bed. Slyth settles on Harry's shoulder and Serena sits on my lap.
"Someone gifted this cloak to me for Christmas. It belongs to my father." I nod and look at him.
Harry looks almost frightening like this, sitting with a snake around his shoulders. I can imagine a younger Lord Voldemort sitting in the same position and addressing his friends. I have heard tales of his large snake Nagini from many people on the weekly dinners that my father holds with his weird friends. I don't like them but I attend those stupid dinners.
Father told me about the prophecy and I am sure that Harry is the main subject of it.
If I want to help this boy, then I need as much information as I can get.
"Why did you call yourself Lord Voldemort." I ask and his eyes shut off. I look at him with narrowed eyes. He strokes Slyth's head.
"I heard some of the senior slytherins during the holidays. They said that he was a great wizard and that it's likely that he is still alive. They said that everyone was scared of him because he was very powerful." Harry murmurs and his green eyes become excited as he speaks, "Over the holidays, I found about the Sorceror's stone. It was invented by Flamel and it can make us immortal. Don't you think it would be so good to be immortal. I could become so powerful and everyone would be afraid of me."
"I am a mortal, you see and I will die one day." I mutter and Harry's face falls, "But we could share it. We-"
"No Harry. I don't want to become immortal. Wizards have a very long life as it is." I cut him off gently. He looks at me. I can't behave aggressively at the moment, no matter how much I want to. So I wait and let him speak first. He doesn't reply though. He keeps on looking at me.
"Why?" He asks with an irritated sigh after a couple of minutes.
"Everything comes at a price. I would rather lead a short and a peaceful life rather than a long and a stressful one." I answer and look at him.
"That stone needs to be destroyed. No-one must have such a power in their hands." I continue and he looks at me with careful eyes.
"Plus. You don't need to be immortal to be powerful. You just have to study and learn." I stop at this and wait.
"All right." He murmurs and I know that he is saying just for the sake of it.
"Sometimes, we have to choose Harry. The right choice might not be easiest one but it is right and most beneficial in long term. There is no point of gaining immortality at the cost of losing your best friends and loved ones. My godfather told this to me when I was little and I know that he is right. You have a choice today. Stone or me. The choice is yours." It was so hard for me to say these words to him. My heart is racing and I am wondering what he will choose. I don't want him to choose the stone because then I will have to find some other way to make him understand.
"Over the holidays, I missed you... whatever will I do by becoming immortal if you are not there with me." He says and I close my eyes in relief. My eyes are wet and it's such a surprise for me. He chose me and I had almost been sure that he won't.
I open my eyes and find him staring at me.
"You thought I would chose the stone." He asks me and I look mutely at him.
"I will never chose anything over you. You will always be my priority Draco." He says and I close my eyes again. I open them only when I am sure that my heart is steady.
He is watching me with soft green eyes. Green suits him. I don't understand my fascination with his eyes. Must they be so beautiful green.
"I will help you destroy it." He says and I smile, trying to keep my thoughts at bay. I will not involve him in this fight. Damn the prophecy. Damn everyone. I won't let them snatch his innocence way. As per my hunch, his childhood was rotten and I won't let them ruin his youth as well.
"Sure." I say and he grins, "Thanks for your gift." but then his smile falters.
"I couldn't buy anything for you."
"It's okay. I just want to be your best friend." I say. He looks strangely at me and I chuckle, "I know that I am a bit weird."
"No. You aren't. Hey... let's play wizard card games. I have never played one. Also you can use my cloak anytime you want." He says with a smile and it's very nice of him to say so. I am sure that I will need it.
We play for some time and then he leaves with a smile on his face. I know what I need to do. Quirrel is hiding something. I am sure. He is just too weird and that turban of his. I am sure that I have seen it moving. Only two people can know about the truth and I know that it's Dumbledore or my godfather.
I get out of my bed and open the door.
"Where are you going Draco?" Blaise asks me when I am on the entry way. It's good that our beds have nice thick curtains. I had been cautious enough to cast silencing charms before drawing them. Harry would have given himself away today, otherwise.
"Professor Snape. I need to talk to him about something father told me." I reply and shut the door behind myself.
Slowly, I walk towards Severus's quarters. After knocking twice, the door opens and a sleepy looking Severus greets me.
"Draco." The man mutters, his eyes transforming from sleepy to sharp within seconds.
This chapter is really very to pen down. It will infuriate Harry all over again. Draco will never forget Harry's reaction when everything had been over with and Draco had finally found an opportunity to meet the green eyed boy.
However, it wasn't the first time and won't be the last. Draco had simply got used to Harry's anger over the period of time.
"You shouldn't have done it. It wasn't just your burden to bear Draco. It was mine too. You shouldn't have lied to me. You-" Draco hears and he is not really surprised that Harry is standing behind his chair reading as he writes. The chapter is nowhere near complete.
"It is done and over with. Do you want to fight over something that happened years ago." Draco asks him and feels strong and warm hands settling over his shoulders.
"In the final battle, if Snape had not-" He starts and Draco cuts him off, "Bygones are bygones. I did what I had to. I wanted to spare you the battle and I didn't believe in the bloody prophecy. I didn't want fame. I only wanted to spare you the pain. Forgive me for trying to save my husband."
"Don't do it again." Harry mutters and digs his nails on Draco's shoulders.
Draco doesn't even flinch before muttering, "I'll do what I must. You couldn't stop me then and you won't stop me now."
"This time, Draco... if you ever try to fight alone, I will not back off and I won't let you push me away. This is my promise." These are the final words of the man before he walks away.
"Good for us that the battle is over and I am not interested in fighting. I would rather live in the muggle world." Whispers Draco.
Harry doesn't reply. Draco resumes writing after sighing heavily. He will make chocolate Treacle Tarts for Harry this evening and everything will be forgotten. Harry's love for Draco's tarts is legendary.
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