Consequences of Defeat
Title: Consequences of Defeat
Rating: PG-PG13ish
Paring: Blaise/Harry
Requirements: Vegetarian Blaise, post war, no necrophilia.
NOTES: Written for moonshadow_nal and the House Unity: The Gryffindor/Slytherin Ficathon.
Authors Notes: I completely forgot about this challange until tonight, and its now... The deadline date. I wrote this in about an hour and a half, its unbetad and what not. But Im still happy I got it finished, and that I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for spelling/grammar errors. :\. Its angsty, but also fluffy? Hehe...
I hope you like it!
Autumn leaves blew in the cool breeze; thousands of stars hung brightly in the cloudless sky. October 30th, it was a night of remembrance for the thousands of wizards and witches living in England, and all around celebration could be seen. Three years ago, the war that had lasted more than a decade had ended. Harry Potter, saviour to the Wizarding World, had killed the Dark Lord in a feat of sheer luck. Most were happy on this night. Everyone but those still mourning their dead.
Harry Potter stood on the balcony of his large estate that was hidden deep within a Scottish forest. Hed acquired it shortly after the Dark Lord's defeat, and ever since hed stayed there. His vow never to return to the world that caused him so much pain held true, especially on this night. His face, no longer innocent but riddled with lines of one who has been through hell and back, was turned towards the sky. His once bright, emerald eyes were now dull, and sightless as he let the memories overcome him.
Behind him stood Blaise Zabini. As he quietly watched the scene, he couldnt help but think how much the young man before him had gone through and how much it cost him in the end. While it was true that Harry was strong, he was by no means super human. Even though three years had gone by, Blaise was still working to put Harry back together. To remove the emotional scars left by the events of that disastrous night. Blaise was a patient healer, he could wait. He would see Harry through all of this.
He stepped quietly towards Harry, his crimson robes making no noise and his arm moving to a position on the smaller boy's shoulder, "It wasn't your fault, love, you could've done nothinig to save them." He watched the emotion that flickered over the hardened face. Hate for himself, hate for Voldemort, defiance, and finally resignation.
"I could have TRIED!" the dark haired boy bellowed into the night, "I could have saved them, I know it!" his voice broke, "I could've..." it was as though a dam inside him had burst bringing out all of his emotions. "Hermione... Ron... Th - they didn't have to die for me."
Blaise held Harry tightly, arms wrapped around his waist, "Shh, love. It will be okay. Everything will be fine. You no longer have to be what those idiots wanted you to be."
Harry didnt have to ask who "those idiots" were. The ministry, Dumbledore, the Order - each wanted to use Harry for the own purposes, wanted to shape him into their weapon. And hed let them, something he would regret forever.
Blaise sighed and turned Harry to face him. "Would you like to go have dinner now?" he asked softly, aware of the emotional battle inside the other boy. He was also aware that nothing would be accomplished standing out in the cold. Harry could grieve, but hed have to do it where he wouldnt be in danger of catching his death.
"Yes, please."
Placing a kiss just above Harry's forehead, Blaise pulled Harry into the estate and down to the dining area.
The dining area itself was no small affair. Lush, cream fabric adorned the chairs that sat around the mahogany dining table. The walls were painted a muted crimson and several portraits of noteworthy Muggle kings and queens hung in a calculated pattern. A chandelier hung just above the table, its silver desigins glowing from the light of the candles it held. To soften the colour of the room, that was the only light in the large area. Overall, the effect was stunning, romantic. Harry noticed none of this as he and Blaise entered through the door on the far left.
A meal of cooked vegetables ranging from asparagus to zucchini ringed the outer portion of the table, while a menagerie of fruits adorned the inner area. In between were some rather odd looking substances that made Harry grimance. The only one he could recognise was the hummus and pita bread sitting near the orange jello. While he enjoyed most of this, he still felt it wasnt a substantial meal. Taking his seat at one end of the table, he muttered indestinct hoping Blaise wouldnt catch it.
"What was that?" asked Blaise. No such luck.
"Oh, just thinking about your delicate sensibilities." Harry replied, though with less jest than would normally be there. Blaise noticed, but chose not to comment, instead placing a rather odd concoction of peppers and broccoli onto an unadorned plate. Harry opted for some jack cheese and crackers as an appetizer.
As they began to eat, Harry let his thoughts drift to the night hed found Blaise in the Room of Requirement, bleeding. Harry had been on his way to the Room of Requirement to make some plans for his next few DA meetings at Hermiones insistance. As he came to where the room should be, he noticed a door was already in place. Curious, and a little fearful as to who would know about the room other than himself and the DA, he opened the door, wand in hand.
He didnt know what exactly he expected. A Death Eater attack, Hermione to be there to help him, certainly not this. What he saw chilled him but also made him wonder... Who would do this? Lying there in the center of the room, cell he amended for the RoR had become a cell, was Blaise Zabini. His white blonde hair, so much like Draco's, was stained red from blood and Harry saw that it was from an open wound. The rest of his body was bruised and battered, he didnt understand.
A small moan caught his attention, and he bent to hear Blaises hoarse words, "Draco, the others... They.. Did this," he got out before going unconscious. Harry had no idea what to do, so he used the minimal amount of healing spells he knew before enervating the other boy. When he did, Blaise told him a story that shocked him, how Draco and his croonies had beat him because he refused to join the Dark Lord, and in the end brought them closer to each other than they ever could have imagined.
In the days that followed, Harry began to see Blaise as more than just a friend to the dismay of Ron and Hermione. Oh god, he thought, Ron, Hermione...
"Harry!" Blaise shouted through his thoughts, "Harry, Ive been talking to you for the past 10 minutes... were you listening?"
"Im sorry," Harry whispered, "I was just remembering the time I met you... And how Ron and Hermione hated you." Silent tears fell unnoticed down his face.
Blaise nodded in understanding as he too remembered that day. He also remembered how it had torn Ron and Hermione away from Harry. They didnt understand, even though Harry had tried to explain. It hadnt mattered, theyd died anyway as Voldemorts pawns. Blaise remembered well that night.
Ron and Hermione had been tortured to death in front of Harrys helpless eyes. He, himself, was chained to the cold stone floor, eyes spelled open to watch the horrifying scene. Riddle cast Cruciatus on both of them before forcing the two to get on their knees and beg to be let go. Theyd each done so, but Riddle had only laughed and threw more curses at them. Soon after, he cast Imperio on Ron and forced him to pick take a knife from his hands. He ordered him to kill Hermione. At that moment, Harry had screamed and tried to break free, but it was no use. Before the knife was brought down into Hermiones chest, Harry caught site of her eyes, pleading with him to do something. It was not to be as Ron drove the knife deep and Harry watched as Hermione collapsed, her life gone. Riddle countered the Imperio and Ron looked on in stunned disbelief at what hed done. The scream he let out, the harsh, anguished sound, would stay with Harry forever as a burning green light struck Rons chest and he fell lifeless to the ground. Only then did Harry summon up enough power and hatred to wandlessly kill Voldemort. Though he knew their death's were not his fault, he couldnt help believe it from then on.
Through it all, Blaise had been watching from his cell just beside Harry's. He wouldve been next had Harry not defeated Voldemort in that second. He didnt care, he just wanted his love to get out alive.
Shaking his head, Blaise came back to reality to see that Harry was through with his supper.He beckoned to him to come over, and Harry did, standing slowly and walking over.
"Tonight Harry, I want to make you forget everything. Will you let me do that?", Blaise asked softy, grasping the smaller boys hands in his own. Harry nodded and Blaise smiled. Together, they stood and made their way to the bedroom. Harrys thoughts were on the past, still, but Blaises were on the future. He had sworn to protect and love the Wizarding Worlds saviour. Hed sworn to make him whole again and he would. And he would. For himself, and for Harry.
"My Harry," Blaise whispered, as the two began a night of rough, emotion driven passion that would last until dawn.
Fin.
Rating: PG-PG13ish
Paring: Blaise/Harry
Requirements: Vegetarian Blaise, post war, no necrophilia.
NOTES: Written for moonshadow_nal and the House Unity: The Gryffindor/Slytherin Ficathon.
Authors Notes: I completely forgot about this challange until tonight, and its now... The deadline date. I wrote this in about an hour and a half, its unbetad and what not. But Im still happy I got it finished, and that I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for spelling/grammar errors. :\. Its angsty, but also fluffy? Hehe...
I hope you like it!
Autumn leaves blew in the cool breeze; thousands of stars hung brightly in the cloudless sky. October 30th, it was a night of remembrance for the thousands of wizards and witches living in England, and all around celebration could be seen. Three years ago, the war that had lasted more than a decade had ended. Harry Potter, saviour to the Wizarding World, had killed the Dark Lord in a feat of sheer luck. Most were happy on this night. Everyone but those still mourning their dead.
Harry Potter stood on the balcony of his large estate that was hidden deep within a Scottish forest. Hed acquired it shortly after the Dark Lord's defeat, and ever since hed stayed there. His vow never to return to the world that caused him so much pain held true, especially on this night. His face, no longer innocent but riddled with lines of one who has been through hell and back, was turned towards the sky. His once bright, emerald eyes were now dull, and sightless as he let the memories overcome him.
Behind him stood Blaise Zabini. As he quietly watched the scene, he couldnt help but think how much the young man before him had gone through and how much it cost him in the end. While it was true that Harry was strong, he was by no means super human. Even though three years had gone by, Blaise was still working to put Harry back together. To remove the emotional scars left by the events of that disastrous night. Blaise was a patient healer, he could wait. He would see Harry through all of this.
He stepped quietly towards Harry, his crimson robes making no noise and his arm moving to a position on the smaller boy's shoulder, "It wasn't your fault, love, you could've done nothinig to save them." He watched the emotion that flickered over the hardened face. Hate for himself, hate for Voldemort, defiance, and finally resignation.
"I could have TRIED!" the dark haired boy bellowed into the night, "I could have saved them, I know it!" his voice broke, "I could've..." it was as though a dam inside him had burst bringing out all of his emotions. "Hermione... Ron... Th - they didn't have to die for me."
Blaise held Harry tightly, arms wrapped around his waist, "Shh, love. It will be okay. Everything will be fine. You no longer have to be what those idiots wanted you to be."
Harry didnt have to ask who "those idiots" were. The ministry, Dumbledore, the Order - each wanted to use Harry for the own purposes, wanted to shape him into their weapon. And hed let them, something he would regret forever.
Blaise sighed and turned Harry to face him. "Would you like to go have dinner now?" he asked softly, aware of the emotional battle inside the other boy. He was also aware that nothing would be accomplished standing out in the cold. Harry could grieve, but hed have to do it where he wouldnt be in danger of catching his death.
"Yes, please."
Placing a kiss just above Harry's forehead, Blaise pulled Harry into the estate and down to the dining area.
The dining area itself was no small affair. Lush, cream fabric adorned the chairs that sat around the mahogany dining table. The walls were painted a muted crimson and several portraits of noteworthy Muggle kings and queens hung in a calculated pattern. A chandelier hung just above the table, its silver desigins glowing from the light of the candles it held. To soften the colour of the room, that was the only light in the large area. Overall, the effect was stunning, romantic. Harry noticed none of this as he and Blaise entered through the door on the far left.
A meal of cooked vegetables ranging from asparagus to zucchini ringed the outer portion of the table, while a menagerie of fruits adorned the inner area. In between were some rather odd looking substances that made Harry grimance. The only one he could recognise was the hummus and pita bread sitting near the orange jello. While he enjoyed most of this, he still felt it wasnt a substantial meal. Taking his seat at one end of the table, he muttered indestinct hoping Blaise wouldnt catch it.
"What was that?" asked Blaise. No such luck.
"Oh, just thinking about your delicate sensibilities." Harry replied, though with less jest than would normally be there. Blaise noticed, but chose not to comment, instead placing a rather odd concoction of peppers and broccoli onto an unadorned plate. Harry opted for some jack cheese and crackers as an appetizer.
As they began to eat, Harry let his thoughts drift to the night hed found Blaise in the Room of Requirement, bleeding. Harry had been on his way to the Room of Requirement to make some plans for his next few DA meetings at Hermiones insistance. As he came to where the room should be, he noticed a door was already in place. Curious, and a little fearful as to who would know about the room other than himself and the DA, he opened the door, wand in hand.
He didnt know what exactly he expected. A Death Eater attack, Hermione to be there to help him, certainly not this. What he saw chilled him but also made him wonder... Who would do this? Lying there in the center of the room, cell he amended for the RoR had become a cell, was Blaise Zabini. His white blonde hair, so much like Draco's, was stained red from blood and Harry saw that it was from an open wound. The rest of his body was bruised and battered, he didnt understand.
A small moan caught his attention, and he bent to hear Blaises hoarse words, "Draco, the others... They.. Did this," he got out before going unconscious. Harry had no idea what to do, so he used the minimal amount of healing spells he knew before enervating the other boy. When he did, Blaise told him a story that shocked him, how Draco and his croonies had beat him because he refused to join the Dark Lord, and in the end brought them closer to each other than they ever could have imagined.
In the days that followed, Harry began to see Blaise as more than just a friend to the dismay of Ron and Hermione. Oh god, he thought, Ron, Hermione...
"Harry!" Blaise shouted through his thoughts, "Harry, Ive been talking to you for the past 10 minutes... were you listening?"
"Im sorry," Harry whispered, "I was just remembering the time I met you... And how Ron and Hermione hated you." Silent tears fell unnoticed down his face.
Blaise nodded in understanding as he too remembered that day. He also remembered how it had torn Ron and Hermione away from Harry. They didnt understand, even though Harry had tried to explain. It hadnt mattered, theyd died anyway as Voldemorts pawns. Blaise remembered well that night.
Ron and Hermione had been tortured to death in front of Harrys helpless eyes. He, himself, was chained to the cold stone floor, eyes spelled open to watch the horrifying scene. Riddle cast Cruciatus on both of them before forcing the two to get on their knees and beg to be let go. Theyd each done so, but Riddle had only laughed and threw more curses at them. Soon after, he cast Imperio on Ron and forced him to pick take a knife from his hands. He ordered him to kill Hermione. At that moment, Harry had screamed and tried to break free, but it was no use. Before the knife was brought down into Hermiones chest, Harry caught site of her eyes, pleading with him to do something. It was not to be as Ron drove the knife deep and Harry watched as Hermione collapsed, her life gone. Riddle countered the Imperio and Ron looked on in stunned disbelief at what hed done. The scream he let out, the harsh, anguished sound, would stay with Harry forever as a burning green light struck Rons chest and he fell lifeless to the ground. Only then did Harry summon up enough power and hatred to wandlessly kill Voldemort. Though he knew their death's were not his fault, he couldnt help believe it from then on.
Through it all, Blaise had been watching from his cell just beside Harry's. He wouldve been next had Harry not defeated Voldemort in that second. He didnt care, he just wanted his love to get out alive.
Shaking his head, Blaise came back to reality to see that Harry was through with his supper.He beckoned to him to come over, and Harry did, standing slowly and walking over.
"Tonight Harry, I want to make you forget everything. Will you let me do that?", Blaise asked softy, grasping the smaller boys hands in his own. Harry nodded and Blaise smiled. Together, they stood and made their way to the bedroom. Harrys thoughts were on the past, still, but Blaises were on the future. He had sworn to protect and love the Wizarding Worlds saviour. Hed sworn to make him whole again and he would. And he would. For himself, and for Harry.
"My Harry," Blaise whispered, as the two began a night of rough, emotion driven passion that would last until dawn.
Fin.