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A Thousand Years	By : Dahliana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-A Thousand Years
- 2-Feral
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Harry woke with a smile. Today was the day. He was getting married today, and he had never been more excited about anything in his 21 year life. His intended had left two days ago, saying it was improper for them to see each other before the wedding.

A bunch of horse manure if you asked him, he couldn’t bear being away from his love.

Stretching his arms high above his head he sat up in his California king-sized bed that dominated his bed at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Noting the time he through off his covers and raced into the bathroom to shower.

With careful precision he scrubbed every inch of his body with the body wash brewed by his beloved. He only used the cinna-mint scented soap on VERY special occasions.

He thought today should fit in that category. Smiling softly to himself he then focused on his long raven hair that reached to the middle of his back. I’m beginning to look like Lucius he thought chuckling to himself as he spent the next 10 minutes washing rinsing and conditioning.

After making sure he was squeaky clean and shaved he stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry of and moisturize all while thinking over the past four years and the slow development of his current relationship.

He couldn’t believe all the hell they had been through to get to this day. He remembered the day his love was stolen from him with a wince.

Then he smirked as he remembered the looks on the faces of the rogue Death Eaters who turned out to be the kidnappers, when he had blasted into their hideout.

~FLASHBACK~

Harry had only gone to get them two root beer floats since his date had never had one. It had taken him four minutes tops.

But he didn’t see anyone in the booth they had sat in before he left to get their treats. Upon walking closer to set down one of the mugs he held and look around a bit he noticed the napkin that sat in the middle of the table, judging by the writing on it, it was clearly a note for him.

Slightly annoyed Harry picked up the note, after assuming his love had left it for him, stating where he had run off to, only to drop the mug he had been holding and sipping from only seconds before.

After finishing what he now knew to be a note from the kidnappers, Harry started to shake before he turned slowly to the crowd of people gathered around him in the Muggle inspired diner.

“Get out.” he whispered not even looking up from the note he held in his hands. “Harry?” Neville, who owned the diner, asked coming from behind the counter. “GET THE FUCK OUT!!!” Harry screamed as he started to glow as his wild magic swept through him.

The normally golden glow was black as every bad thing that had ever happened to Harry rushed through his mind. As the last person ran out of the diner and Harry heard the bell chime as the door closed he cast a protective bubble around himself to save the diner he knew Neville and Ginny had worked so hard for, and . . .let go.

His magic erupted out of him with such force it created a temporary vacuum sucking all the air from his bubble and then exploding like an atomic bomb.

He screamed his grief to the skies, the sound promising torture and death to all those involved. How DARE they touch his beloved?!? And for the first time in the history of the world, the fates were afraid of one they created.

Sagging to the ground, Harry sobbed. Hearing the bell chime Harry whipped around, wand in hand even though he didn’t need it when his wild magic was this. . . well, wild.

“It’s just me Harry. I just want to know what’s wrong so I can help you. You know I’m always here for you, and so is Gin.”. Lowering his wand, Harry gave Neville the note, unable to speak after his gut-wrenching scream.

“Oh My God!” Neville gasped, “We’ve got to notify the Aurors, Harry I’ll be right back. . . just. . . Don’t leave Harry, please.” he said glancing at his friend who sat in the same catatonic position as when he had first given Neville the note.

He didn’t even acknowledge that he’d heard, sighing Neville went to fire-call Ron, who had become an Auror straight out of Hogwarts, finishing his 2 year training in record time, after only 11 months in the program. “Auror Weasley.” came the prompt response.

“It’s Neville, Ron and something terrible has happened.” “What’s wrong with Ginny? I just left her at home not even half an hour ago!” “No Ron it’s not Ginny, it’s Harry!” Neville said fighting to control his trembling voice, “What’s wrong with Harry?” Ron asked calming considerably now that he knew his baby sister was alright.

“Draco is gone.” Neville said, urging Ron to understand the gravity of the situation they were in. “The Ferret left Harry? Why that no-good, double-crossing weasel-eyed, fish-faced wanker!” Ron ranted.

“No Ron. . . Ron?. . . RONALD!” Neville yelled aware that he had left Harry alone for far too long. “He was kidnapped, right here in my diner.” Neville practically sobbed

. “Oh shite” Ron said “Harry’s gonna go mental. Move over Nev, I’m coming through.” Ron said before disappearing from the flames. Neville got up to check on Harry before realizing his worst fear was coming true right before his eyes.

Harry was nowhere to be found. But he hadn’t heard the bell chime, meaning Harry couldn’t have gone that way, and as that was the only way out. . . unless.

“Please, oh please, oh please” Neville prayed to whatever Deity would listen, “Please tell me he didn’t rip through the wards.”

Closing his eyes to check his wards he sighed as he turned to Ron who was walking swiftly out of his office. “Where is he?“ Ron asked coming to a halt in front of Neville. “He’s gone, ripped right through the wards, and what’s worse is that I didn’t even feel it when he left.” Neville said looking for all the world as if he was about to cry.

“Mate, if he’s as royally pissed off as we think he is, there is nothing and no one in the world that can stop him from killing whoever has him. What the fuck were they thinking?

Who would dare target the only thing keeping Harry from ripping a hole in the universe whenever he gets pissed off enough? I mean I won’t even cross the fucker and Harry’s my best mate.”

Ron asked shaking his head in disbelief as he contemplated the stupidity of the human race. “Oh God, Ron we’ve gotta find him!” Neville said eyes wide.

“Mate Harry is dead set on vengeance and not even the hounds of Hell can track him if he doesn’t wish to be found.” Ron said shaking his head sadly, “The only way we’ll even know is by following the trail of dead bodies he’s gonna leave for us.”

“Merlin” Neville said sinking into a nearby chair. “The only thing we can do for him is not alert the authorities, so they don’t get in his way and we end up with more dead bodies than necessary.”

Ron said motioning to Neville to follow him, “Come on, we might as well fill in Mione and Gin. Hopefully they can help us figure out a plan to cover Harry’s tracks or help him out in some way.”

Following silently Neville contemplated the walking apocalypse that was Harry Potter.
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