[Fic:] Make you come home (Part 7/9)
Title: Make you come home (7/9)
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating:PG-13
Word Count :1.100
Notes: used for
hd_birthdaybash bingo card: word square: “wish”;
and yes this is now really becoming a race against time.
Summary: The plot thickens.
Warnings: angst - because you know this is me writing it
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The thing about flying fast and high was that without the right gear and warm up it was impossible to withstand the cold. Draco tried as long as he could , but he now no longer could feel his fingers or legs. The chattering of his teeth has stopped quite a while ago. It was as if ice was taking him over. He could no longer open his eyes to see where they were heading.
The broom came to an abrupt halt, and then Potter seemed to start the shouting. Not that Draco was able to understood anything. His eyes they refused to work. As were his eyes, he could no longer open them...
”...his should be coming back. Give him some room.“
Draco knew that voice, but could not identify the person talking. Before he could contemplate about that voice further though, the cold hit him again.
This time though it felt even worse than in the air.
”S-o co-co-coll-d,“ he said. ”Can-can-t feel fingers.“
”I’m sorry Draco, it’s my fault. I just tried to get you out of there.“
So, Potter was here as well. In a way that was reassuring, but in a way it was also troubling.
”What- what is go-go-going on?“
”The Ministry... the magical community... there are troubles Draco.“
Draco tried to scowl as best as he could, because clearly this did not explain anything at all.
”I think, Mr Potter, that Draco does not appreciate your loaded explanation, without actually telling him what is going on.“
Draco nodded at that statement. He was annoyed by not being told what is going on.
”It just takes a long time to explain... I’m not even sure where to start any possible explanation. But Draco you are save now. Nothing will happen to you or your family,“ Potter said, and took Draco’s hand in-between his.
”It will be all right, it might take some time, but it will be all right.“
”He will need assistance to warm up again, the potion should take care of any ill effects. I shall be in the other room, trying to make sure everyone knows you too are save.“
”Thank you, for everything. I am in your debt again.“
”Do not thank me before this is over.“
”It might never be over for real...“
Then there were heavy steps, as someone left the room and silence settled in.
”Potter?“
”I’m here Draco. I’m here. I won’t leave you, I won’t let them have you,“ Potter said, putting one hand on his forehead.
”I’m so cold. And I don’t understand,“ he tried again.
”I wish I could explain, I wish it were simple to explain...“
”A lot of wishing for nonsense is what you are doing right now,“ Draco replied trying to sound haughty, but it came out cracked.
”I wish I could be happy, and save, and life a good life, do a small job, and then come home and spent time with you. How is that for a wish?“ Potter must be grinning right now, at least it sounded like that.
”You are an idiot, Potter,“ Draco huffed, before his body started to shake due to the cold again.
”I will explain Draco, but first let me help you,“ Potter said.
He then proceeded to move Draco further on the bed to lay down besides him.
Draco wanted to protest, to be indignant about it. All he did though was moving closer to the warmth that was Harry Potter.
”My parents?“ he asked softly.
”They are save. Shipped out to Greece the day before yesterday. They... there is a fraction in the Ministry... they are harvesting pure-bloods. All those who were supposedly sent to Azkaban turned up dead somewhere else. There are those who believe that pure-blood blood is the key to their magic and that they can filter the magic out to power themselves. We were able to catch most of them. They are delusional and, well, mental I would say but there is still a group eluding us. We managed to smuggle most of the pure-bloods out. But in numbers there are more pure-bloods than muggle-borns or half-bloods. By the fact that the children of two half-bloods can already be considered pure-bloods-“
”-they are not. Their children would be considered pure-bloods, but not the first generation afterwards,“ Draco interjected because this did sound utterly stupid to him.
”Yes, so we have been told. But that is because of tradition, and this group simply doesn’t know it better...“
”What are you telling me? That I am the last pure-blood in Britain?“
”Actually we are in Ireland right now. But we should not be so for long. As I said we nearly have all of them and there are sting operations even going on now. We just have to wait, but sadly nobody knows for how long;“ Potter explained.
”Are you telling me I am running away from what five people?“
”It is a bit more complicated than that,“ Potter huffed. ”At the moment squibs are fighting our fight. They have ways to detect magic, strong magic. The more we use magic the easier they find us.“
”But wouldn’t that have rendered me save. I did not use magic in more than a year,” Draco asked still not totally understanding what was going on.
”I did a lot of magic around you, your house, your flat... on you-“
”You did magic on me?“
Draco would have moved away from Potter. But Potter was keeping him warm so he choose to stay and ignore is indignation.
”Protective spells, tracking spells, health mentoring spells because you can’t take muggle medicine or go to a muggle hospital, they would take your blood and it is not muggle blood. And I just wanted to make sure you are safe,“ Potter mumbled.
”There is something you are not telling me,“ Draco said, and this time he did move away to look into Potters eyes.
Potter let him look for a moment, before he turned his head and closed his eyes.
”It is late, we probably should try to get some sleep,“ he mumbled again and closed his eyes.
”I am not letting you off this easily, you will explain what you mean in the morning. I won’t let you get away with it, like everybody always seems to do,“ Draco said, before he moved closer to Potter again.
”I can never get away from you.“
Draco was not certain if those soft words were spoken for real, or were just part of his imagination. But the smile that tuck on his lips was for real.
Part 8
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/98207.html.
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating:PG-13
Word Count :1.100
Notes: used for
hd_birthdaybash bingo card: word square: “wish”;
and yes this is now really becoming a race against time.
Summary: The plot thickens.
Warnings: angst - because you know this is me writing it
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The thing about flying fast and high was that without the right gear and warm up it was impossible to withstand the cold. Draco tried as long as he could , but he now no longer could feel his fingers or legs. The chattering of his teeth has stopped quite a while ago. It was as if ice was taking him over. He could no longer open his eyes to see where they were heading.
The broom came to an abrupt halt, and then Potter seemed to start the shouting. Not that Draco was able to understood anything. His eyes they refused to work. As were his eyes, he could no longer open them...
”...his should be coming back. Give him some room.“
Draco knew that voice, but could not identify the person talking. Before he could contemplate about that voice further though, the cold hit him again.
This time though it felt even worse than in the air.
”S-o co-co-coll-d,“ he said. ”Can-can-t feel fingers.“
”I’m sorry Draco, it’s my fault. I just tried to get you out of there.“
So, Potter was here as well. In a way that was reassuring, but in a way it was also troubling.
”What- what is go-go-going on?“
”The Ministry... the magical community... there are troubles Draco.“
Draco tried to scowl as best as he could, because clearly this did not explain anything at all.
”I think, Mr Potter, that Draco does not appreciate your loaded explanation, without actually telling him what is going on.“
Draco nodded at that statement. He was annoyed by not being told what is going on.
”It just takes a long time to explain... I’m not even sure where to start any possible explanation. But Draco you are save now. Nothing will happen to you or your family,“ Potter said, and took Draco’s hand in-between his.
”It will be all right, it might take some time, but it will be all right.“
”He will need assistance to warm up again, the potion should take care of any ill effects. I shall be in the other room, trying to make sure everyone knows you too are save.“
”Thank you, for everything. I am in your debt again.“
”Do not thank me before this is over.“
”It might never be over for real...“
Then there were heavy steps, as someone left the room and silence settled in.
”Potter?“
”I’m here Draco. I’m here. I won’t leave you, I won’t let them have you,“ Potter said, putting one hand on his forehead.
”I’m so cold. And I don’t understand,“ he tried again.
”I wish I could explain, I wish it were simple to explain...“
”A lot of wishing for nonsense is what you are doing right now,“ Draco replied trying to sound haughty, but it came out cracked.
”I wish I could be happy, and save, and life a good life, do a small job, and then come home and spent time with you. How is that for a wish?“ Potter must be grinning right now, at least it sounded like that.
”You are an idiot, Potter,“ Draco huffed, before his body started to shake due to the cold again.
”I will explain Draco, but first let me help you,“ Potter said.
He then proceeded to move Draco further on the bed to lay down besides him.
Draco wanted to protest, to be indignant about it. All he did though was moving closer to the warmth that was Harry Potter.
”My parents?“ he asked softly.
”They are save. Shipped out to Greece the day before yesterday. They... there is a fraction in the Ministry... they are harvesting pure-bloods. All those who were supposedly sent to Azkaban turned up dead somewhere else. There are those who believe that pure-blood blood is the key to their magic and that they can filter the magic out to power themselves. We were able to catch most of them. They are delusional and, well, mental I would say but there is still a group eluding us. We managed to smuggle most of the pure-bloods out. But in numbers there are more pure-bloods than muggle-borns or half-bloods. By the fact that the children of two half-bloods can already be considered pure-bloods-“
”-they are not. Their children would be considered pure-bloods, but not the first generation afterwards,“ Draco interjected because this did sound utterly stupid to him.
”Yes, so we have been told. But that is because of tradition, and this group simply doesn’t know it better...“
”What are you telling me? That I am the last pure-blood in Britain?“
”Actually we are in Ireland right now. But we should not be so for long. As I said we nearly have all of them and there are sting operations even going on now. We just have to wait, but sadly nobody knows for how long;“ Potter explained.
”Are you telling me I am running away from what five people?“
”It is a bit more complicated than that,“ Potter huffed. ”At the moment squibs are fighting our fight. They have ways to detect magic, strong magic. The more we use magic the easier they find us.“
”But wouldn’t that have rendered me save. I did not use magic in more than a year,” Draco asked still not totally understanding what was going on.
”I did a lot of magic around you, your house, your flat... on you-“
”You did magic on me?“
Draco would have moved away from Potter. But Potter was keeping him warm so he choose to stay and ignore is indignation.
”Protective spells, tracking spells, health mentoring spells because you can’t take muggle medicine or go to a muggle hospital, they would take your blood and it is not muggle blood. And I just wanted to make sure you are safe,“ Potter mumbled.
”There is something you are not telling me,“ Draco said, and this time he did move away to look into Potters eyes.
Potter let him look for a moment, before he turned his head and closed his eyes.
”It is late, we probably should try to get some sleep,“ he mumbled again and closed his eyes.
”I am not letting you off this easily, you will explain what you mean in the morning. I won’t let you get away with it, like everybody always seems to do,“ Draco said, before he moved closer to Potter again.
”I can never get away from you.“
Draco was not certain if those soft words were spoken for real, or were just part of his imagination. But the smile that tuck on his lips was for real.
Part 8
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/98207.html.