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A Thousand Years	By : Dahliana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize including Harry Potter characters, locations, spells, etc. Those are all the works of J.K. Rowling�s wonderful imagination. I also make no money from this work.

Chapter List
- 1-A Thousand Years
- 2-Feral
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A/n: Ok some of you are questioning Harry’s power, so I’m only going to say this once. This story does not follow Rowling’s story line, at all. This is completely my work, I’m only borrowing her characters for my personal amusement. Everything else will be explained in due time. The defeat of Voldemort, the anger you will discover later and the start of Harry and Draco’s relationship WILL be explained, eventually. Please be patient with me as this is my first published fan fiction and I don’t have anyone else to proofread for me. Now that I’ve taken up enough of your time, on with the story.

Feral

The next day. . . .

“You will never see your little treacherous whore again.”

“Oh those poor Death Eaters.” Ginny said shaking her head sadly.

“Poor Death Eaters?!?” Ron sputtered.

“Yea, they are probably mentally handicapped. I mean think about it, they can’t be in their right state of mind, taking Draco like that, either that or they totally fucking missed the Final Battle.” she said looking to Ron.

“Or their too stupid to care” Hermione said shaking her head as well.

“Well what are we going to do?” Neville asked reminding everyone of their main issue.

“Well there’s nothing we can do for the Death Eaters.” Ron said “Their as good as dead. But we should at least try to find the Ferret, if only to get him back to Harry as quickly as possible, but. . .” hesitating Ron looked at Hermione who nodded at him encouragingly.

“I mean are we sure it’s Death Eaters?” he asked. “I mean it could be a jealous fan just as well, you know how crazy they are about Harry, like he’s a walking God or something.”

“Well they did call him a traitor.” Neville said with a shrug.

“And anyway everyone else is just glad he had the. . . um, gumption. . . to ah, approach Harry after. . . you know. . .”

“Harry went completely fucking mental?” Ginny supplied helpfully.

“GINNY!” both Ron and Hermione exclaimed.

“Well it’s the truth, you both know that he has some of T-Tom. . .” sighing in exasperation she tried again, “After he killed HIM. . . We all saw that light go into Harry. I mean we all know that a piece of. . . Him is still inside of Harry. And when he just dropped. . . Like. . I dunno, like his soul had left or something. . .I know I thought that HE had actually managed to kill Harry. . .” she broke off again blinking rapidly.

“Well the bastard didn’t, and that’s all that matters.” Ron said offering his sister a one armed hug.

“But Harry did ingest some of his, um. . .rage. . . and by default some of his magic.” Hermione added thoughtfully.

“And Harry’s spur of the moment tendencies coupled with Voldemort’s rage and magic makes for a very pissed off, reckless, powerful, shit storm on a never-ending path of destruction, unless we find the Ferret.” Ron said massaging the bridge of his nose.

“Honestly Ronald, the man has a name, and he’s fucking your best friend, you’d think you would have stopped the childish insults by now.” Hermione said glaring sternly.

Ron opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted by the wards shattering around the quaint cottage he and Hermione purchased a few months before their wedding.

Wand in hand he ran out of the cozy living room where the four of them had all been sitting around the fire. As he slowly approached the front door, he felt his three best mates, minus Harry, behind him, wands at the ready in case what had destroyed the wards was waiting for them just outside the door.

After silently motioning for them to be quiet, he risked a glance out of the curtains covering the doors window.

“The fuck?” he asked stepping back, away from the door.

“What is it Ron?” Hermione asked placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s. . .”

“HARRY!” Ginny squealed after sneaking a glance through the window herself.

Unlocking the door with a wave of her wand she barreled past her brother and sister-in-law, and out the door.

“GIN, WAIT!” Ron screamed grabbing for her.

Too late, Ginny registered the absolutely feral look in her friends eyes and the black glowing aura that surrounded him as he held what appeared to be a lifeless body in his arms.

Oh, Shite she thought, skidding to a halt.

Unsure how to approach him without setting him off, she settled on trying to coax him back to reality.

“Harry love?” she called to him hoping to snap him out of his thought.

Slowly he shifted his eyes to hers in acknowledgment.

She moved a step closer sighing in relief at the fact that he had even acknowledged her.

“It’s me Ginny.” she said with a wince at how stupid she sounded, of course he bloody well knew who she was, he was possessed, and pissed off, not retarded.

Clearing her throat she holstered her wand and held her hands out to show she meant no harm.

“I see you found him, we were all just trying to figure out a way to help you, but I guess you didn’t need our help huh?” she joked.

Harry continued to stare at her with his unnervingly haunted green eyes.

“Harry? Draco is being awfully still. . . He is alright, isn’t he? Maybe you should let Hermione take a look at him?” Neville said coming up behind Ginny slowly, his arms also held out to show he had no weapons.

Harry didn’t blink as he shifted his stare towards Neville.

“Harry, mate? Can you understand anything we’re saying” Ron said coming up beside Neville.

“Let Mione take a look at him to make sure he’s alright, just to be safe even though I’m sure the Fer… er, Draco is fine. And then you and I can go downstairs a blow up some targets to calm you down, yea?”

As Harry turned to look at his best friend something like recognition flashed in his eyes and he paused as though trying to comprehend what they were saying.

Shaking his head as though waking from a dream he closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, revealing blood red eyes that were all too familiar to the foursome.

“There’s no danger here Harry, just the people that love you. . .both of you.” Hermione said coming to stand in the front of the others.

Usually when Harry was this upset either her or Ginny could usually placate him faster than the boys.

Gathering her Gryffindor courage she holstered her wand and took a tentative step closer, inch by inch, she slowly closed the distance between them stopping in front of him trying to seem unhurried and nonchalant.

Harry blinked again revealing his normal gorgeous green eyes.

“Hermione?” he whispered “I’m. . . sorry. No. . control. . .scared” .

The sound of Hermione casting a levitation charm and Ginny screaming his name was the last thing he heard as he gave up and crumpled to the ground in a dead faint.

A/n: Hope you’re enjoying it!!! Oh, and a California King-sized bed is a bed that is slightly longer than a king-sized bed and is shorter in width, for those who were wondering. You’re more than welcome to Google a picture.
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