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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-18
Hidden Sacrifice
Harry
I have just retrieved money from Gringotts. It's nice to finally have money at my disposal. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips and I walk towards Flourish and Blotts.
A sigh escapes my lips when I notice how packed it is. I hate such crowded places.
On scrutinizing a bit more, I realize that there is someone who is signing books.
"Professor Lockhart -"
My eyebrows rise in surprise. Almost the complete book list is written by this man this year. I had not expected him to be so young.
The man smiles at everyone around him and his eyes fall on me. They flicker towards my scar and then towards my eyes. He gives a brilliant smile to me. Though it just makes me roll my eyes and walk inside the shop.
Ignoring the professor, I walk towards the books that I need. The place is so packed and messy that I cringe and avoid looking at Ron and Hermione who are shopping with the Weasleys. Honestly, how can anyone live in such a big family. Fortunately, I come across a place that is completely empty and start reading the titles of the books. I have just selected a couple of books when I suddenly feel someone wrap their arms around my stomach.
"Harry." The voice murmurs in my neck and I am so shocked that the book I had been going through falls from my hands and I struggle to escape.
"Shhhh." The voice murmurs and I snap angrily, "Back off."
"But it's me Harry. Gilderoy Lockhart. Surely you want me help you become a great wizard."
I stop for a moment because I do want to become a powerful wizard and Lockhart is rumored to be one of most fearless and greatest wizards. A moment is all it takes for me to realize what I am thinking. My own thinking disgusts me and Draco's words dance in my mind. I must study and learn if I want to become a powerful wizard. There is no shortcut to success.
"Get off. GET OFF." I scream and belatedly I realize that Lockhart had cast a silencing charm so that no-one comes to know what is happening here. Beads of sweat gather on my forehead and I struggle to escape from his strong arms.
"Shhhhh." He croons.
"No. Please let me go." I start but Lockhart doesn't back off. Instead, his vile arms tighten around my waist and his filthy lips graze my neck. I want to vomit. I want to throw him off but I can't do anything.
"Harry. What's happening? Harry-" The voice belongs to Draco and I am so bloody relieved.
"Draco." I yell and in a second, Lockhart is thrown away and Draco is standing in front of me, his wand pointed towards the professor.
"How dare you, you shameless man?" Draco hisses in a dangerous voice, "I assure you that Dumbledore will know about this."
Lockhart is sitting on the floor, his eyes dazed as he looks at us. A minute later, his eyes clear and he sneers, "Then the entire wizarding world will know about your friendship too."
Silence. The silence is deafening. I can't help but notice that there is a hardness in Draco's face, that his eyebrows are creased. His eyes are dark and furious and his back is stiff. He has changed in more ways than one and I wonder what has caused this change.
"Leave it Draco." I murmur, "We'll just have to ensure that he doesn't hurt anyone else."
Draco doesn't respond and his wand is still pointed ahead. Lockhart gets up slowly and glances one last time at me before scurrying off.
Draco turns to look at me, his eyes worried. I simply stare at him. He has changed. I don't understand how anyone can change so much in such a short period of time. There is a hardness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. I am sure that something has happened over the holidays. I can feel that he is hurt though his appearance doesn't give any proof of the same.
"What happened to you?" I ask him and instead of answering, he asks me, "Are you fine? Did he-"
"No. You - he had just embraced me and placed his lips on my neck. You came at the right moment. Thank you."
I breathe deeply and he stares at me. I am just about to question him again but he doesn't let me say anything.
"I will meet you at your room, all right? I told father that I will rent a room out for these couple of days. We will stay together." He says and before I can say anything, he flees away.
I can see that something is terribly wrong with him and still I can't help him. I will never forget this moment till my last breath. Had he not arrived on time, I shudder to think what might have happened.
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Harry wipes his eyes and looks at the wall blankly. Draco had told him much later that his father had been training him.
His heart feels heavy and there is a lump in his throat. That Draco was tortured so much in Azkaban when he had sacrificed so much is something Harry will never get over. It saddens him. It pains him. It makes him want to scream at the injustice of everything but he can't do anything, not yet.
"Harry." He hears from the entryway and turns his face towards it. Draco is standing there and he is about to say something but then he closes his mouth and stares silently at Harry instead.
"What?" He asks and Harry shakes his head. There is no point of talking about this. He can't change the past. He can't go back wring some sense in Lucius for torturing Draco. He can just try to make it better.
Draco walks in and Harry saves the file before closing it and shutting the laptop.
"Why are you upset?" Draco asks and Harry looks helplessly at him, his eyes wet with unshed tears. Harry knows the pain that Cruciatus causes or the helplessness that Imperious does. He just- he just can't change anything. There is no point of shouting at Draco and telling him that he shouldn't have done it, that Harry should have been trained alongside him if it had been so important.
He wants to rant and scream but what he does is stand up and embrace Draco tenderly, his cheeks pressed against Draco's. Draco's hands settle on his hips and he murmurs, "I did what I needed to. You must forget it. We are not writing this book to hurt you or make you feel guilty all over again."
But Harry knows that there is no point. Draco's childhood was as bad as Harry's if not worse. Harry had merely been ignored. Draco had lived with a constant sense of fear that one day some death eater friend of his father will hurt him and he won't be able to fight back and then his youth had been sacrificed for Harry.
No-one knows that Draco was crucioed by his own father at his own home when Harry was merely lazing around his room. What was harder, lazing around and being ignored or being crucioed.
"Harry." Draco's voice was soft, tender and Harry didn't reply. He just closed his eyes tightly and opened them again before pulling back. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and stared at Draco.
"Let's go out-"
"Er, that's what I wanted to tell you. I- rather we have been summoned by the wizengamot for some charges that they haven't stated clearly in the order."
Harry stares at Draco with hard, unforgiving eyes. How dare they?
"No- you won't do anything rash." Draco warns him, his hands on Harry's shoulders.
"They-" Harry starts but Draco cuts him off, "I don't care. They don't matter to me."
"You will go hidden beneath our invisibility cloak then." Harry mutters, his eyes steeled.
Draco stares into his eyes for a couple of minutes before sighing, "All right. I will write a couple of paragraphs and then we can leave."
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Draco
I can barely breathe. The thought that I was barely on time has shaken me up. I am trembling all over. The fact that such monsters exist in unbelievable. Such people must not be allowed to teach. I want him imprisoned but my hands are tied. I can't do anything yet. If the word that I am Harry's friend goes out, everything will be over. I won't be able to help him and Dumbledore and Severus will manipulate Harry into sacrificing himself to get rid of Voldemort. The thing is that they think that Harry has no-one. They perceive him as a poor little boy who has no choice but to listen to them.
I hate it. I hate their bloody thinking and I hate that Harry had to be the one to be destined to destroy that monster. Over the holidays, I owled Dumbledore to inquire about the prophecy and he told me that the prophecy said that either Harry will destroy Voldemort or the reverse will happen. Of course, the latter is unthinkable so the former must be true.
As much as I want this to be over quickly, I know it's not that easy. No-one knows where the dark lord is right now, not even my father. I do, however, know that father is upto something. I have not been able to find out as to exactly what it is but I know he is hiding something.
"Draco." Father calls. I ignore him, resuming my search for one last book that I need.
"Draco, listen to me." Father says and I sigh before turning to look at him. His eyes are blank as they gaze at my face.
"Stay safe."
I am surprised and alarmed in equal measures.
"What are you up-to father? Am I supposed to do something or refrain from doing something?" I ask, trying to appear innocent and curious. He looks at me for a couple of minutes before finally murmuring, "I have placed a diary in Weasley's daughter's bag. You have to ensure that no-one takes it away from her."
I nod, my mind racing. I will have to comply with him but at the same time, I must do something to keep her safe as well. Wondering what the diary is really about, I ask, "What is in that diary?"
"Nothing you should be worried about." Comes the curt reply and I nod before placing the book in my basket and walking towards the counter. Lockhart is there as well, his face white as I stare at him, my eyes gleaming with venom. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.
"Draco." Says father and I mutter, "Good bye father." before walking out of the shop and turning towards the Diagon Alley. I simply must talk to Harry about what happened today.
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