A Howling Christmas, Part Twenty-Four, by Maraudersaffair (Stuffing Stockings)
Title: A Howling Christmas
Author: maraudersaffair
Word count: 250
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Christmas Challenge 2018. Prompt: Stuffing Stockings
Summary: Overworked and lonely, Harry decides to spend the month of December at a Christmas-themed Bed and Breakfast owned by Draco. They quickly fall for each other, but whispers of werewolves and an unsolved attack threaten to derail their holiday romance.
Authors Notes: Also written for newyearcntdown. Unbeta'd. Wish me luck!
Read previous parts here.
“Accio Harry Potter’s glasses.”
Trembling, Harry caught his glasses in the air. He slid them on, then cast a lumos. He lowered his wand to the body on the floor and gasped.
It was Mark.
He stared and stared, not believing. Mark was the attacker, the violent werewolf? He had been so happy, so sincere.
Harry shook even more. His adrenaline from the fight was disappearing, and pain from the wound on his shoulder flooded his body. He was in shock; he was going to lose consciousness.
He Conjured his Patronus and gave it a message for Dean. “I’m in the forest near Draco’s house. Follow my stag.” Then he sat down on the hard floor and forced himself to look at Mark’s body.
It hadn’t been his first time killing, but this was more personal. He had known Mark, or at least he thought he’d known him.
When Dean and the other Aurors arrived, Harry was unconscious. His eyes fluttered open as he was gently placed on a magical stretcher.
“Is Draco here?” he muttered.
“No, just relax,” Dean said. “Think of wonderful stocking stuffers.”
“Someone tell Draco where I am. Tell him what happened.”
“Of course.”
Harry turned his face away, not wanting to show Dean his tears. “I had no other choice.”
“We know. It’s not your fault.”
“I should have done more.”
“No, we should have done more.” Dean patted his hand. “You just sleep now. You will be at St Mungo’s shortly.”
Author: maraudersaffair
Word count: 250
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Christmas Challenge 2018. Prompt: Stuffing Stockings
Summary: Overworked and lonely, Harry decides to spend the month of December at a Christmas-themed Bed and Breakfast owned by Draco. They quickly fall for each other, but whispers of werewolves and an unsolved attack threaten to derail their holiday romance.
Authors Notes: Also written for newyearcntdown. Unbeta'd. Wish me luck!
Read previous parts here.
“Accio Harry Potter’s glasses.”
Trembling, Harry caught his glasses in the air. He slid them on, then cast a lumos. He lowered his wand to the body on the floor and gasped.
It was Mark.
He stared and stared, not believing. Mark was the attacker, the violent werewolf? He had been so happy, so sincere.
Harry shook even more. His adrenaline from the fight was disappearing, and pain from the wound on his shoulder flooded his body. He was in shock; he was going to lose consciousness.
He Conjured his Patronus and gave it a message for Dean. “I’m in the forest near Draco’s house. Follow my stag.” Then he sat down on the hard floor and forced himself to look at Mark’s body.
It hadn’t been his first time killing, but this was more personal. He had known Mark, or at least he thought he’d known him.
When Dean and the other Aurors arrived, Harry was unconscious. His eyes fluttered open as he was gently placed on a magical stretcher.
“Is Draco here?” he muttered.
“No, just relax,” Dean said. “Think of wonderful stocking stuffers.”
“Someone tell Draco where I am. Tell him what happened.”
“Of course.”
Harry turned his face away, not wanting to show Dean his tears. “I had no other choice.”
“We know. It’s not your fault.”
“I should have done more.”
“No, we should have done more.” Dean patted his hand. “You just sleep now. You will be at St Mungo’s shortly.”