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Love Conquers All	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-23
Redeemable
Marcus hugged his knees in a corner of his cell. It was dark and he was bloody terrified of this darkness and shrieking voices of prisoners. Why had father left such a legacy to him? Why had he asked him to carry on his aim? He did not want to do it. He did not see any point of all this muggle prejudice bullshit. Why did he want him to terrorise Britain? Now he had been imprisoned and he deserved it but it was terrifying and he did not want to spend his life here.
Why had father died and left him alone? Why had he not taken him with him? He did not want to remain here even if he did deserve it. He had not asked the bastards to kill those children in that orphanage. They were supposed to terrorize them and come back. He had not wanted them to rape and kill those girls in Great Hangleton. They were supposed to terrorize them too. They had to make an appearance, not rape and kill them.
Bloody sadistic bastards.
He did not even have anything against muggles. It had gotten out of his hand. He had just wanted to fulfil his father’s wishes. At Hogwarts, he had been angry at Albus. His anger had got away from him. He had let his anger rule him and he was bloody sorry now.
But there was no way out. He hugged his knees closer and wondered how many days had passed since he had been brought here. There was no count of days or nights here. The food was not even worth eating. He never ate it. As tears rolled down his cheeks, he started rocking back and forth.
I am sorry. Sorry.
He had just had a letter and he had followed that letter. What would a person do when he had nothing and no one except a bloody letter? The letter said that his father wanted him to destroy Harry Potter and his complete family and that he wanted him to reign over Britain. He had returned to Britain and had bloody fallen for Harry Potter’s son and he loved him. Why would Albus love a murderer like him? He had lured Albus towards dark arts. Of course, it had not helped a bit. Albus had wanted to destroy him. Anyone would after the type of things he had done.
It had been a long time since he was thrown in this cold, dark prison and with so much time at hand, he had started reflecting on what he had done. He could accept that he had committed unforgivable sins. Had he had a better control on them, the kids would have been alive and he would have asked for their forgiveness.
Why would you make your own child a murderer, father? How could you?
Children were dead and there will be no forgiveness for him. There will be either life imprisonment or death sentence. His life was over but he wanted to live and he wanted to ask for their forgiveness. And he wanted to fall in love again. Perhaps someone else like Albus would have come in his life but all had gone to hell.
He pulled his hair and sobbed but there was no one to listen. When he heard a soft voice belonging to Harry Potter, he thought that he was dreaming. He looked up at his visitors.
“You have visitors, Riddle.” The guard said and Harry dismissed him quietly “Leave. We will call you when we need you.”
“But, Mr. Potter-“
“Open the door and leave.” Draco Malfoy muttered sharply and the guard scurried off after unlocking the door.
His visitors stood quietly, outside the door, looking at him and he stared at them in wonder. He had not expected anyone to visit him. He had no one after all.
They walked forwards and looked at him through the bars. He crawled forward on his knees and looked at them, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
“Have you found any remorse yet?” It was Harry who had spoken to him and he had spoken the words very softly. He had read in Skeeter’s book. These had been the last words he had said to his father too. He looked at their faces, Harry’s soft and expressive and Draco’s blank and expressionless and reflected on their question.
Remorse
Had he found any remorse yet? Yes, he had because he did regret having hurt those innocent children. What did it matter if they were muggle or magical or veela or werewolf. Albus was a veela, a half-blood and he had fallen in love with him.
Did he want to go and ask for their forgiveness? Yes, he did but how he would ever face his father after death. Father would be so disappointed in him. Should he not fulfil his father’s last wishes? He did not want to fulfil them. He did not want to destroy the two people who were standing in front of him, talking to him as if he were a sane human being because anyone would kill him after realizing what he had done.
Why had father asked him to do those terrible things?
“Yes. I do. I am sorry for what I did.” He whispered and licked his dry lips. He had not had a sip of water since he had arrived.
He closed his eyes and swallowed bile. When he felt a bottle being pressed to his lips, he jerked and realized that they were inside the cell now. Draco was pressing a bottle to his lips and now his eyes were soft. They were not expressionless.
“Drink. It’s water. You are thirsty.” He swallowed the water and shivered from the cold air that blew constantly in the prison.
He started in surprise again and opened his eyes when a blanket was covered on his shoulders. This time it was Harry.
He had come to kill them. He wanted to scream and rant at them that they should not be so forgiving; that he had wanted to kill them and destroy their family and it had been his love for Albus which had stopped him.
He was still sitting on his knees and had the bottle in his hand. When he opened his mouth to speak, Draco spoke softly “Drink water and then speak to us. We are not going anywhere. We have some news for you.”
“There are certain decisions you need to make.” Harry continued and he looked at them in surprise, but he drank water, nevertheless. When he had finished the water, two bars of chocolate and two sandwiches were placed in his hand and he stared at them in shock.
His stomach grumbled and Harry murmured “Eat this. We are sure you have not eaten anything at all.”
Marcus wanted to scream at them. Why would they be so considerate? Why would they bring food and water for him? He had brought nothing but misery and trouble for them. He opened his mouth to speak, but they knelt in front of him. While Harry sat on crossed legs, Draco knelt on his knees and it was Draco who held his shoulders and Harry who patted his knees and murmured “Eat first. We have time to talk. Don’t worry.”
He looked at the food placed on his hands and started eating it. He was so hungry that he ate it quickly and soon his sandwiches were gone. One more sandwich was placed on his hand and he closed his eyes in shame.
Shame.
That was a new emotion for him.
Guilt. Shame. Remorse. Love
He had never felt these things ever. He ate the sandwich and when he coughed, they provide him more water and he couldn’t help it. Tears slid down his eyes and trickled down his cheeks as he looked at them. Surely, he didn’t deserve their consideration. Why would they help him? Why would they come?
“Why did you create so much havoc? What had they ever done?” Draco asked him politely and he decided to tell him the truth. Draco’s hand was still resting on his shoulder and Harry’s was on his knee and it was oddly comforting.
“I was ten year old when I received a letter from gringotts. It was from my father. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps and he also wanted me to destroy you. He said that you were the reason of his death and I had nothing but that letter from father. I decided to fulfil his wishes. I did not know I would fall in love with Albus. I did not want them to kill them. They were ordered to terrorise not rape and kill. At Hogwarts, it got out of hand and one incident led to another. I was angry. I am sorry.” He whispered his eyes on his hands.
Harry cleared his throat and he looked at him “I have news for you. It might be a little difficult to digest but remember that we are there. The letter that you received was false. The real letters were written in your father’s blood. I have brought them with me. Do you want to read them?”
What else could Marcus do but stare at them in shock? Six years, he had read that letter and learnt every word in it and it had been false. He felt anger flare inside in him and it must have shown in his eyes because Draco squeezed his shoulders painfully “Control your anger. You must never act when you are angry. It causes nothing but trouble.”
“Breathe in and out” Harry ordered soothingly and Marcus did. He breathed in and out.
“Again. Do it again.” And he did it again and again. His anger cooled after the third time and he sighed in relief.
“Will you read them for me please?” he asked softly and a little shyly.
This time, Harry and Draco stared at him. They must not have expected him to let them read the letters.
“They might be personal. We won’t want to intrude.” Draco spoke and Marcus was really surprised. Why would they trust him so much?
“It’s okay. Please read them.”
“Draco, you read them. Marcus, you must sit comfortably. It might be overwhelming for you.” Harry said softly and Marcus settled down on crossed legs. Draco mirrored the position and took out one of the two parchments that Harry had.
Dear son,
I don’t know what love is. Dumbledore says I can’t love. Then why do I feel such an overwhelming urge to protect you? You were born yesterday and I lied to Bella about you. She is far gone away. I am afraid she will ruin you or get you killed. I am going to send you to France before my rare moments of sanity cease and I hurt you.
I am writing this letter in the hope that you will find this someday and forgive your father. I am sorry for leaving a legacy of shame to you. I know you have no one to love. I wish you would try to contact Draco Malfoy. He is a good boy and will raise you. He is your cousin. I wish you would not believe what I did. Muggles are quite harmless. They are more advanced than us in some ways.
I don’t know what love is but I pick you up in my arms and I am hideous but still you touch my hideous monstrous face with your little hand and something clenches inside me. I will not be able to see you grow up.
I was quite handsome in my youth. I hope you grow up into a handsome young man and take my positive traits and none of my negative ones. You scrunch your nose and I know that you want me to kiss you but I don’t have any lips at all. Why would you want a hideous person to kiss you?
Maybe it does not matter to children. They can love their parents, howsoever evil or bad they might be. You are so small and fragile. I am afraid of you and I am afraid for you.
No matter what Dumbledore says, I know I love you, because even as I know that I must send you to France in care of elves, I want to cry but I can’t. I do not know how to cry. They say I don’t have any remorse. I split my soul and I am a monster. I deserve to die but still I wish I could watch you grow. I wish I could watch you take your first few steps and hold you when you fall down. I don’t deserve all this though. I have snatched children away from so many people now.
I have decided to name you Marcus. Marcus Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Son, I wish you would lead a happy life. I wish you fall in love and have a family and just stay away from destruction and violence. I wish you would do whatever you want. There are so many things I wish to say and there is not enough time.
You are so little and I want to see you grow up so desperately. I can’t. My time is almost over and I must leave.
Son, don’t follow in my footsteps. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
I love you. Even in my insanity, I love you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Father
Marcus had not even realized that he had started crying. Tears were flowing from his eyes and he was sobbing uncontrollably. His father had not wanted him to do all this. Father had loved him. Father had wanted him to live and love. He tried to speak but no sound escaped his mouth. He desperately needed something he couldn’t define.
When Harry hugged him, he realized that he had needed a hug. Harry’s hug comforted him and he breathed deeply on his chest and looked at Draco. He was looking at him worriedly.
“You could read the next one yourself. We don’t want to intrude.” He muttered and Marcus shook his head “Please read.”
Draco nodded and started reading.
Dear son,
You have pink cheeks and a little nose and red lips and red eyes. You are so small and you stick your small thumb in your mouth and I look at your little face in wonder. You are beautiful. Your other hand holds mine and I wonder why you don’t ever find me repulsive.
It was quiet silly of me but I tried to persuade you to call me Dad today. You opened your mouth and tried to copy my mouth. Had I had lips, you might have succeeded. You are so intelligent and you have a beautiful smile. You are so innocent.
I must send you to the elves today. Tomorrow, I must move to Hogwarts and finish everything. Why can’t I bring myself to do it?
I regret so much. I regret having become a monster. I had never known the joy that a child brings. I hope you experience that joy. I have no time left and I want to spend my remaining time with you but I must go. Death eaters have become restless. I am afraid they might hurt you.
I want you to be happy. I just want you to be happy in life. Live and love and kiss and don’t waste your time in prejudices. Life is too short for all this nonsense.
Please don’t follow in my footsteps. Don’t finish what I started. I am a monster and I wish you would remain a human. I must go but you have to live your life to the fullest.
Sometimes, when your mother is sleeping, she mumbles about you. She calls you baby and I know because I never fall asleep.
She loves you, I think. She is far too gone to realize anything now.
I am sorry.
I am so so so sorry for leaving you alone. You deserved a family and parents and I am snatching the chance to have parents from you.
I am sorry.
Please try to forgive me.
Be happy. That’s all I want for you. I have no expectations except that I wish you won’t use curses like unforgivable curses.
I love you. I will always love you.
Lastly, please approach Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. They will help you and raise you. They won’t punish you for my sins.
I must go now and my insides and aching so much, Marcus. I don’t want to leave but I must.
Goodbye,
With love,
Your father.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
TBC
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