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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-13
The Aftermath
Harry
I want to sleep some more but something is not letting me sleep. Something is nagging me. Something really really important. Reluctantly, I open my eyes and rub them. I look at the ceiling and then open my bed hangings. That's when it's hits me. The room is not mine. The body I am in is not mine.
Fury and concern battle in my mind as I get out of the bed. Fortunately, no-one hears me and I get out of the room. It's still early and so no-one is there in the corridors. I am pretty sure that Draco is in the infirmary now. At the thought of him being injured, I start running towards the god-damned infirmary. I hate it. It is always smelling of medicines and blood.
Just when I am on the entry way of the place, I stop and breathe a couple of times before opening the door slowly and walking inside.
I look around and my eyes fall upon the only bed that is occupied. A figure is laid on it. Suddenly, I feel dizzy and I have to hold the door to stand still. I wonder what's happening. But then I notice that something is happening to Draco too. I hurry towards him and when I look at him, I realize that the polyjuice potion is wearing out. I take my glasses from Draco and wear them before whispering, "Draco." The whisper is tight and etched with concern.
Draco's face is injured. There is a bit of scarring near his lips but other then that, he looks fine.
My relief doesn't last long because when Draco opens his eyes, I notice that he is not at all well.
He looks in pain and the blonde's hands go straight towards his head.
"Bloody Cruciatus." The blonde moans and I freeze. I know this curse. I stare at him in shock.
"You utter bastard. You promised that you would-" I try to keep my voice low but can't.
"Shhhhh. Pomphrey will wake up. Keep quiet." He mutters frantically after sitting up.
His eyes are red-rimmed and he looks so so tired.
"Draco, I-" I start but he cuts me off, "Listen, meet me at the seventh floor across the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Right now, just get in and try to act as if you are in pain."
I stare at the boy as he gets off. When I watch him almost stumbling on the floor, my stomach clenches. I don't understand why he went alone. I don't understand why he keeps on pushing me away when I want to help him. Earlier it was with the troll and now with the stone.
I get inside the blanket and he stares awkwardly at me, my cloak in his hands, before asking, "Can I take your cloak with me?"
His eyes are - are so embarrassed. My stomach clenches when I think of the cruciatus. I have bloody read about it.
"I already told you that I want to share it with you. Why are you asking me again. Moreover, you need it more than me. I think you should keep it permanently." I say and turn my face away from him.
"Harry, I-"
"Go away. I hate you." I whisper and my voice breaks. I can't stand thinking that he is in pain.
"Harry, please listen to me. I had to do it. I needed to. I didn't want you to witness all that. Cruciatus is not new to me. I - my father is a death eater Harry. I know about it. Even if my father never casts it on me, I have seen his friends casting it on poor muggles. You don't know about it and I don't want you to ever feel it. Just don't be angry with me." He pleads and I want to snap at him. I want to yell at him but he only wants me to be well. He wants to spare me the pain and darkness that he must have witnessed.
I don't know how he can do so. Mum sacrificed her life for me and now Draco is doing the same.
Am I born to kill everyone close to me.
I look at him and our eyes meet. There is no point in asking him to never repeat this again. It's as clear as day that he will.
So, I murmur, "Keep the cloak. I don't need it." instead because he really does need it. Merlin knows what he has to face at that manor of his.
"Are you sure?" He asks me after clutching the cloak tightly to his chest. He looks so small, so innocent like this, as if no darkness in this entire world can touch him. His lips are red and he is biting his lower lip. His eyes are silver and nervous. He has dark circles beneath his eyes and his hands are shaking a bit.
I know that he is in pain because of me but I can't help it. Come morning, everyone will think that I destroyed the stone, that I did something that he has done, something I know nothing about.
They will never know that I wanted to become immortal and powerful by using the stone. No-one will know except Draco. They will never know or understand this wonderful boy who is still standing in front of me. Not even an year has elapsed since we met and he is so faithful.
He is so brave. I don't think that I can ever be so brave. My own best friend calls him a coward and I am not even allowed to stop him. No-one will ever know that Draco stopped me from using that stone. I never had parents who could teach me what is right and what is wrong.
I am not what people think. I am not the epitome of the innocence they think I am.
"Yes. I am sure." I murmur and then I continue, "You should have at-least taken Slyth with you."
"Okay. I am fine Harry. Don't worry." He says, trying to appear brave even when his legs are trembling, his eyes are closing, his fingers are shaking.
He can't fool me.
"Yes, I am sure." I murmur sarcastically and continue after breathing, "Take some rest."
"Don't be angry with me." He demands rather than requesting, his eyes adamant, "I was only trying to spare you the pain."
"I would prefer for you to take me along with you. Nevertheless, I am not angry. I am just worried. Pomphrey will come anytime. If you want to stay, be my guest, but come inside the blanket. I can see that you are still hurting." I snap at him, ensuring that my voice is low.
"Okay. Okay. I am going. Do meet me on the seventh floor. I will wait." He says and I nod. He leaves after that and I stare at his retreating back.
A few seconds later, I close my eyes. When I wake up again, I find headmaster sitting across from me. Snape is standing behind him, leaning against the wall.
I sit up and look at him. He looks back. I am angry at him. Some headmaster he is. He should have been the one doing what Draco was doing. Draco is only eleven. This was not his job.
"I know it wasn't you Harry." He says and I glare at him.
"Potter." Snape calls me and I look at him. He continues, "Draco had gone to destroy the stone. It was a coincidence that Quirrel was there too. The stone is destroyed and so is Quirrel. The school believes that you have done it along with Weasley and Granger."
"Where were you yesterday?" I ask Dumbledore. My rage flares and I breathe hard.
"I was in London, Harry. I-"
"You should have been here. You should have destroyed the stone." I snap at him and I am sure my eyes are red now because he is staring at me. Even Snape is stunned.
"Harry-"
"I hate you Dumbledore and I hate Snape as well. You only cared about destroying the stone. I don't know why you didn't destroy it yourself when it belonged to your own friend. I don't want to know. Just know that I despise you from the very bottom of my heart." I hiss at him.
He stares at me.
"Get out of here and don't tell anyone about this. This is Draco's secret and mine. You have no right to interfere. Get out of my sight before I do something unforgivable. Don't dare to bloody sweet-talk me into anything. I am not Draco Malfoy and don't you ever dare to manipulate Draco. I HATE YOU." I look into his eyes while speaking last three words so that he understands that I really mean them.
I have never been so angry in my entire life, not even when Dudley bullied me or Vernon slapped me. I don't understand what it is about Draco that compels me to yell at the most powerful wizard of this century.
I lay down and turn to the other side to ignore his presence. I really really hate him so much.
"Harry, my child-"
"I am not your child. I am no-one's child. I am only Draco's best friend. I don't belong to anyone else. Take your false relations and bloody get out." I snap at him.
"We must leave headmaster." Snape says blankly and they leave. I try to quell my rage. There is no point in going after the stupid wizard and strangling him. Draco would call it a wrong choice and I don't want to choose wrongly.
So I bite my lower lip and close my eyes to drink my fury. I still have two more hours to kill before my first class.
Harry sighs and tries to control his mounting fury. He still hates Dumbledore for letting Quirrel inside the castle at the first place and then for not doing anything to destroy the stone himself. But Harry needs Dumbledore to write about it. They need an evidence too. He will have to take Draco along with him to do the talking.
He yawns and realizes that it's quite late. So he gets up and disrobes before climbing beside Draco on the bed. He wonders what Hermione and Ron will feel when they read this book.
"I love you." He whispers, not expecting any reply. Draco is sleeping but when he closes his eyes, Draco turns around and embraces him before whispering in his neck, "Love you too."
Harry smiles.
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