Awakenings (H/D drabbles, PG)
Title: Awakenings
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 100 x 3 drabbles
Rating: PG
Challenge: Bare
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco & the rest of the HP universe belong to JK Rowling & her publishers ... I make no money, only have fun.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Continuation of angst drabbles - Part 3. Written for the "Bare" prompt in
hd100
Part 1 Here Part 2 Here
He tried to hold onto the images that visited him in his dreams. They lingered now, and the doctors assured him that he should remember eventually. He had his doubts.
There was something nagging at him, something not quite right. He had an overwhelming feeling that he didn’t belong here. Well, that was obvious - he must have a home. But there was something more … something he couldn’t put his finger on.
The room was bare, save for the bed and hospital equipment. There was nothing that was his. Nothing to help him remember. Nothing to hold onto.
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Harry had spent the better part of the past two weeks piecing together the events of that fateful day. They had gotten separated on the battlefield and that was the last they had seen of each other. But how did someone else get buried as Draco?
Harry had discovered two muggle hospitals in the area that had received mysterious patients, and he was praying that one of them was Draco.
This man had laid bare his soul to Harry, something he had never done before. And Harry loved him. He needed him. He had to save him, bring him home.
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“Harry!“
He awoke from his dream remembering everything. He was shaking, frantic, desperate. He needed to get out of here. He needed his wand. He needed Harry.
The doctor came into the room, saw him throwing things around, and promptly stuck a needle in his arm. “Now calm down, Mr. Smith.”
“Not Smith … Malfoy. My name is Draco Malfoy.”
As he drifted off, the visions came back to him. Stunning the death eater. Putting his own hair into polyjuice. Making him drink. Barely making his own escape. Getting hit by a stray hex. Falling, falling, falling … waking up here.