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Angel Of Mercy	By : AttentionDeficit Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wrapped in Lust and Lunacy
Harry. Just Harry. Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. My Harry Potter. See how close it is to him being mine? But is he something I really want to claim, or do I more want to set him free and see what he decides to do for himself? I do not love him. Please, I only want him. I have decided that is what this is. Its lust; lust for the world’s savior, to have him sleep in my bed each night, for him to return to me, where Iget to do as I please, move where I please. Do you understand? This is not love, nor is it some crazy need for him to always be around but, more of a lust for his body and, if that comes with the calming presences he brings, so be it. That took me all night to think of. It wasn’t till the sun started to peek through the window of this white room that I realized I did not need him to be there, I just wanted him to be there. Consequently, I am exhausted, and I have group today.
Group therapy, the only part of my incarceration that does not feel like a leech. Everything else sucks away my energy until I can’t recover all that I have lost. Sort of like someone pulled the rug out from underneath me and I’m trying to stand again, no matter how dizzy I am. As I walk through the halls to breakfast and then to group therapy, I feel as if I am living some kind of dream life. My real life or at least the one I’ve been conscious for, has always had so much negativity, so many turns and has just been overtly twisted. But in this place, it feels as if I have no cares or worries, nothing to keep me pinned down, nothing to stop me from breaking out of my prison.
“Today, I thought it would be a good idea to talk about some of the positive we miss while we’ve been in here. I do not want to hear sex or drugs; I want to hear about your dog, or the sunshine.” Leader Lesley says with a smile. The group shares some items but I’m too tired to stay focused on their words. I just stare at Harry until group is done and I have to go to therapy with Granger. Although, that’s not normal considering I usually have lunch first.
When I get t the door of Granger’s office, I find the door closed and voices coming from the other side.
”He is no son of mine, the little faggot.” A familiar man’s voice snarled.
”Sir, please do not say such harsh words near me.” Granger’s voice replies.
I take a deep breath and the door swings open. My father is standing on the other side holding the door open and glaring at me. He’s wearing his usual long black robes and is carrying his silver snake cane that he uses to beat the house elves who misbehaved. The cane that the Ministry took away when they put us on trial for working with Voldemort; the cane they, supposedly, have never given back.
“There you are, you little shit. Can’t you ever be on time?” He snarls at me, his eyes pierce through me with their hateful stare.
”Father, mother, what are you doing here?” My voice is surprisingly calm and confident.
“We are here to see our son. You’ve been in here for six months and we haven’t been allowed to see you.” My mother says in a monotone voice. She looks younger than she did when I last saw her, as if she has had some major burden lifted off of her or she’s been at a spa for four months.
”You are looking well mother.”
”Do not speak to your mother! After everything she has gone though to keep your stupidity from ruining us! You should be ashamed of yourself. Next time you try to kill yourself, do it right! Don’t slit your wrists like some kind of pansy! Jump from high heights, hang yourself, or get someone who hates you to Avada Kedavra you, many people would be willing to do it. Even I would be willing to do it in a heartbeat. A disgraceful son like you does not need to be tainting the Malfoy name!” And with an evil glint in his eye, my father raised his silver cane above his head and smacked my chest with it so hard that all the air left my lungs.
I cried out in pain and as he raised his cane again to hit me. I fell to the floor and curled up in to the fetal position to protect myself as best as I could from the damage he could inflect.
“You insolent fuck! You couldn’t do one simple task, how hard is it to kill an old man? You’re a disappointment, such a disappointment! Anyone else would have been able to! AN OLD MAN!”
As a crack from the cane hit my head, I felt my control on my magic start to loosen. I opened my eyes when I heard my father gasp. I looked up to find the items around the room twirling around him in an increasing pace and starting to hit him back. His young looking face was still glaring at me though his shield charm, and the hint of malice in his eyes only seemed to be growing. He looked like a man enjoying his prisoner’s last attempt to free himself before he tortured them him complete submission.
The longer his eyes held to mine, the faster the items around him tried to attack him, the more the lights flickered, the more sparks ran around me. The sparks turned and started attacking my mother along with my father.
Suddenly, a voice called to me from somewhere from behind and my uncontrolled magic stopped attacking my parents whom had been stupefied and were lying on the ground in a crumpled heap.
Spinning around fast on my knees, causing them to ache, I took in the appearance of a man behind me. He was wearing form fitting black jeans, with a white leather belt, and a tight forest green shirt that magnified every inch of abdominal muscles, and finger nails painted black. The man was kneeling in front of me before I could even register that he had moved, and as my gaze moved away from his gorgeous body, I was stunned by the beautiful face of Harry Potter looking at me with such concern and admiration that my heart melted.
”I heard people shouting and things breaking. I came to make sure everyone was okay.” Harry whispered, the concern in his face started to fuse with a particular sadness known all too well to me.
“You always had a saving thing.” I wheezed, my lungs aching.
”Shush. I never had a saving thing, people just needed someone and I was always close enough to save them.” Harry smiled.
”I wasn’t close to you. You came running to me. You have a protecting thing.” I smirked.
”Of course Draco, I will always come running when you need me, no matter what you do or have done to me. But for now you need to wake up.”
”What?”
”Wake up, Draco. Group is over.”
I open my eyes yet again to find myself staring at the beautiful face of Harry Potter leaning over me as the others in group leave the room.
”It was just a dream…” I say sadly.
“You fell asleep. Maybe you need more sleep.” Harry says and a hint of concern creeps into his eyes. “Anyway, it’s lunch time, and when we get some of this delectable dog food, you can tell me all about this dream you are ever-so-reluctant to leave.”
Harry pulled me to my feet and together we make our way to the dining room. After receiving today’s scrumptious lunch of macaroni and cheese, we make our way to the usual table. As soon as we sit down, Harry bursts out with, “So tell me about the dream.”
“Well I had a regular therapy with Granger but my parents were already there and my father started to swear at me and talk about my inability to ki-“ I pause, realization hitting me like the cruciatus curse.
”How can you even look at me?” I whisper in a torn voice.
“What are you talking about? Draco, what’s wrong?” Harry asks with the same concern written on his face, that concern for me.
”Stop! Just stop looking like at me like that! It’s because of me that your mentor is dead! It’s because of me that many other nameless people died! People you knew and loved! How can you even talk to me?” There are tears threatening to overwhelm me.
”Draco, I’ve never blamed you for Dumbledore’s death. I saw you lower your wand, I know that if the other Death Eaters hadn’t come up the tower so soon you would have allowed Dumbledore to protect you and your family.” Harry said gently.
I ripped off the bandages covering my left arm showing Harry my fading Dark Mark and the scars from the dagger. “I’ve killed people!” I scream at him in a desperate whisper.
”I have too.” Harry says simply.
”That is not the same! I’ve ripped away life from innocent people, from people who did not deserve to meet their end so cruelly.”
“Draco, after I killed Voldemort I spent five years traveling across the world, looking for stray Death Eaters. I tortured people to find information on any person affiliated with Voldemort. You want to talk about killing innocent people, I’ve destroyed entire villages when Death Eaters have slipped through my grip. I have more blood on my hands then almost every single Death Eater. So what if you have the Dark Mark, I have tattoos on my body too, my tattoos though will never fade.” Harry whispered.
“…What do you mean ‘Never fade’? The Dark Mark fades?”
“Surely, you have noticed that your mark has been fading ever since Voldemort died? Every person that has forgiven Voldemort no longer has their Dark Mark.” Harry stated simply, not at all aware that he was shattering my world even more.
“Are you serious? It’s my inability to get over what happened that’s screwed me in to keeping a reminder plastered on my skin. Making it so that every time I wear a short sleeve shirt, go topless, or even just glance at my arm that I am reminded of all the horrible things I have done and that has been done to me. And, of course a Death Eater that has murdered millions of people would easily be able to forgive Voldemort and have the mark off of his skin, but for lowly me, a murderer of only twenty-four people, I still have this damned mark maiming my skin. After eleven fucking years!” A tear drop rolls down my cheek and before I can move to wipe it away Harry leans across the table and lightly brushes it away. His finger tips on my skin calms me down enough so that he has time to talk.
“I know that it seems torturous and unfair, Draco, that you should be one of the few people with the Dark Mark still on your skin, but you must understand that this is what Voldemort wanted when he created the marks. For people to get rid of the mark, they don’t really have to forgive Voldemort himself. It’s more of coming to terms with what they’ve done under his rule, and from there forgive themselves. When Voldemort made the mark he wanted to make sure that the followers that were least like him were punished for longer. Voldemort never understood emotions based on love, and therefore saw them as a weakness. So, to him, someone that loved and saw their acts of destruction as a bad thing instead of the glory Voldemort saw it as, would have to live with the mark longer than other followers that were alright with what they had done.”
I am silent as I gather in all Harry has told me. Harry sits facing me patiently as I figure things out, his hand takes a hold of mine and his thumb calmingly strokes the back of my hand while he waits for me to say something.
Eventually I reluctantly remove my hand from his and stand up. “Excuse me.” I say in a confident voice.
“Where are you going?” Harry asks shocked.
“I have to ask Granger about speaking to my parents.” I say with a reassuring smile, as I stand up and walk up next to him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before I smile one more time at him and start my trek to Granger’s door.
Oh shit! An I'm already half way done chapter 13 which will be called Forgotten, Lost & Left Behind. Movement is good, agree?
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