Turning Seventeen
Title: Turning Seventeen
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: R (just because of the situation at hands)
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 2,113 (i know i'm way over...please bear with me).
Summary: When it strikes midnite, someones comes to the rescue.
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: post hbp. i'm obsessed with the possibilities. read the next part called Forgiveness. can be read as the sequel or alone. =D
A/N: this is for the AWDT birthday fest sponsored by nocturnali and jamie2109. dedicated to kowaiyoukai. this is the angsty one and i didn't know which you would like. your pick. cheers!
Thoughts plagued his mind before his time expired. He was clueless, scared and alone. This would be his fight, finally. He would avenge for what was taken away. Family, friendship, childhood, normalcy and love. He wanted these things so badly. Perhaps he had Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys and a few others but things were difficult. As friends and family, they were in danger. He was their protector. Childhood and normalcy were long gone. But he could love. Dumbledore said his strength was love. Did love still exist?
Harry watched the minutes pass by. His eyes stung. From his window, he observed the peaceful neighborhood. Never again would he see this place. It would fade with other long lost memories. He sighed, gazing at the night sky. He wanted this to be over. Grief consumed his soul instead.
He walked toward his open trunk. Inside were all his belongings from books to letters. He went to his bed, reaching for the loose floorboard underneath for the last time. It was empty.
“C’mon, get inside,” Harry told Hedwig, luring her into her cage. He set it beside his trunk, which he clasped shut.
Only one minute left. He would be free. Harry glanced around his dark room. He won’t miss it, he decided. It might not be so bad to sleep on dirt. After all, he had to save the world. It had to start now. Dumbledore already gave him clues; Harry needed to use them to find the Horcruxes.
Three…two…one…
“Happy birthday,” he muttered to himself.
He felt childish for saying such a thing. Ron, Hermione, Lupin and Hagrid had sent him gifts weeks before. “Just in case,” said each letter. Harry understood because no one knew what would happen. But spending his birthday on a runaway was hardly enjoyable. He always regretted being born. If it weren’t for him, war wouldn’t exist. People would live. His parents and Sirius would be here. Things would be normal. July 31st wouldn’t be a doomed day. But dreams were just fantasies.
Harry sat on his trunk, gripping Hedwig’s cage. Suddenly, he heard a pop. He closed his eyes, dreading to see who decided to Apparate into his room.
“One down, one to go. Tell me, Potter, what does it feel like to lose?”
“What are you doing here?” seethed Harry angrily, his eyes open.
“What does it look like?”
Draco Malfoy smirked maliciously, pointing his wand at Harry. A pair of handcuffs dangled from his fingers.
“Are you insane? What the-”
“Shut up, will you? You’re going to wake those Muggles up!”
In a matter seconds, Harry pushed Draco against the wall. He prodded his wand at the pale neck. He shuddered.
“I can do it, you know,” warned Harry spitefully. “Just like Snape did to Dumbledore.”
“What are you on about?”
“I was fucking there! I’m not stupid, Malfoy! I will have you down before Voldemort can have me!”
“You can’t kill! You will never do it!”
“Not for the fun of it!” snarled Harry. “ And you wouldn’t either! You couldn’t do it that night!”
Draco was quiet before he glanced at the handcuffs. He muttered an incantation, unlocking the cuffs before snapping them shut. Harry glared at the metal links that now connected him to Draco.
“You prat! What use is this to you?”
“It’ll ensure that you’re with me.”
“Is your way to kidnap me? To bring me Voldemort?! You’re pathetic!”
Draco scowled. He hated hearing that name. But he certainly wasn’t going to tolerate Harry’s cheekiness.
“You don’t know what’s going on, do you? Not only have I left everything behind but I’m risking my life!”
“You’re risking your life because you failed! And the Order wants you dead!”
“Do you want me dead?”
Harry blinked. Here was his six-year nemesis, questioning him about his life. What kind of question was that? He didn’t want Draco dead. Maybe he was obsessed with him before, but his suspicions were confirmed. Draco would have been a murderer. But what was he up to now?
“Potter, I asked you a question.”
Harry ignored him. Draco gripped his shoulders tightly. He forced Harry to make eye contact.
“Answer me!”
Harry saw desperation mixed with gray. He never noticed anything like this before. The familiar malice and hatred were gone. Draco must be somewhat humane.
“No.”
“What did you say?” asked Draco, startled.
“I don’t want you dead,” whispered Harry inaudibly.
Draco stared at Harry, who purposely avoided his gaze. Something about Harry gave him hope…
“Malfoy, why are you here? Do you realize how dangerous this is?”
“This is a Muggle house, Potter. No one’s going to find out…”
“It’s not safe!” insisted Harry frantically. “If anyone knows you’re here…”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Before Harry could respond, blinding white suffocated him. He could only hear cold, high-pitched laughter ringing in his ears. His scar exploded with pain. His head ached.
“I know, Potter. Everything will be mine. Just give it to me…”
I’ll never give anything to you!
“We can rule the world together if you give up now…”
No! I’m going to kill you! Mark my words!
“Are you willing to hand over young Draco then?”
Harry’s conscience panicked. Terrified, gray eyes. Blond hair. Trembling hands. Asking, pleading, begging for mercy. Draco didn’t belong to Voldemort. He never did.
He’s with me. He’ll never serve you!
“How can you be sure? Can you trust him?”
Could Harry trust Draco? Was he still a Death Eater? Was there a truth to discover?
Fuck you, Tom!
“You’re both dead. You’ll find that out very soon…”
Harry drowned in blackness. He could hear his dad telling his mum to run. But he knew she wouldn’t make it. She would be killed by green light that was only made for him…
“Wake up!”
Draco slapped Harry’s face, but Harry didn’t respond. The handcuff made angry, red marks on his pale wrist from the dead weight pulling him down. The other cuff clung onto a limp wrist. He lifted Harry onto his lap. Draco raised his fingers to feel a pulse. It was beating slowly. Was Harry dying?
Draco hated himself for doing this, but he had to know. He pointed his wand at the comatose body.
“Legilimens!”
Instantly, rapid flashes swallowed him up. He spun through Harry’s memories. It scared him to witness the worst ones.
Wormtail escaping, Cedric dying, Voldemort rising, Sirius falling, Dumbledore and Voldemort dueling, Harry being possessed, Harry listening to Snape and Draco about the Unbreakable Vow, Snape killing Dumbledore, Death Eaters destroying Hogwarts, a cup, locket, diary, ring, serpent… a crystal ball.
“And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”
Draco found himself panting on the floor when he broke the spell. Everything Harry tried to tell the Wizarding World was true. Frightening yet real.
“You are the Chosen One,” murmured Draco. “That means…”
He suddenly realized that today was Harry’s birthday.
~~~~~
“Where am I?”
“Quiet, Harry. They’ll hear you.”
“Malfoy! Why the fuck are you still-”
“Shhh! If you utter another word, I’ll hex you.”
Harry obeyed. He was still groggy after waking up. What had happened, he didn’t know. He felt dizzy. He rested his head on Draco’s shoulder, holding his arm for support. Secretly, Draco found this flattering.
“Stay still, alright? This will be quick.”
Harry nodded; inhaling faded mint from Draco’s robes. It soothed him.
“Accio package!”
A tattered, wrapped package broke through the window before reaching Draco’s hand. Holding Harry with the other, Draco ran toward the trunk, with Hedwig on top. He closed his eyes, wishing to be somewhere safe. Anywhere but here. They were sucked through a thick tube before anyone could catch the intruder of Malfoy Manor.
~~~~~
“Here.”
Harry glanced at the package Draco offered him.
“If this is some trick…”
“It’s not. Open it.”
Harry cautiously looked around the woods before unwrapping the worn paper. A silver box was revealed. It vaguely reminded him of trinkets from Grimmauld Place. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
“There’s something inside,” persisted Draco. “Go on, have a look.”
Why Draco was being sincere? Did he merely feel bad for him? But when Harry opened the box, he was stunned. Inside were two small, identical, rectangular mirrors. Exactly like the ones Sirius and his dad used back at Hogwarts.
“Oh god,” gasped Harry, wide-eyed. “It’s not…
“Something only purebloods have,” replied Draco calmly. “Passed down for generations. It’s mine now. Father never used it, nor has anyone else. So I thought-”
“Sirius used to have one,” said Harry regretfully. “He gave the other one to me. I wished I used it before he…”
“You mean Sirius Black?”
“He was my godfather. Just when I thought I had someone…I lost him.”
Draco glanced away from Harry’s pained expression.
“He would have had one, naturally,” he continued indifferently. “Mirror sets like these are rare. But each one’s different.”
He took the mirrors out, the cuff links clanking against the box.
“This set is the rarest yet.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because these are the only mirrors that never lie.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can see other things, Harry. This is something to help you.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Look,” responded Draco irritably, “do you want me to help you or not? The Dark Lord did send me to come after you. I didn’t know why he requested this particular day until…”
He tried backing away from Harry, forgetting about the handcuffs. Harry winced when Draco pulled him.
“I heard part of the prophecy…when I broke into your mind…”
“You what!”
“What did you expect me to do? Let you die? I had to see if you were alive! They were coming! Death Eaters and the Muggles!”
“You could have revived me, you idiot!”
“And what? Have you think I’m a sodding liar? You would have ignored my word!’
“I’m listening now, Malfoy! Spit it out!”
“These mirrors show the present! You have a way into Dark Lord’s plans!”
Harry gawked at Draco with astonishment.
“You can locate or talk to me,” Draco continued. “I’d be damned if you find the Horcruxes with one of these!”
“How do you know about Horcruxes?” inquired Harry suspiciously.
“I would know since the Dark Lord punished me for the useless diary and missing locket. He knows you’re after his soul.”
Draco handed a mirror to Harry. He smiled weakly.
“Take it.”
“How do I know if it’ll work? This could be a death trap-”
“Would I be handcuffed to you if this were a trap?”
“You never know.”
“Merlin, Harry! Trust me, please…”
Harry felt his words evaporate from his mouth. This was all strange. Was Draco pleading for trust? Why would he hand him a weapon to use on Voldemort? Why was he hiding? Why give up his glory to be a loyal servant like Snape? Was Snape even a Death Eater? He refused to fight Harry back in June. So what was Draco doing?
He felt Draco cup his face with a hand. Harry’s stomach flipped over. What was going on?
“I-”
Draco cut him off with his lips. He wasn’t wet like Cho or gentle like Ginny. Draco put anxiety, neediness, insecurity and emotion into this kiss. These were the things Harry grew up with. He knew them well. Harry kissed back, melting into the sensation. He relished the way Draco’s lips caressed his own, how tongues mingled perfectly, how their faces met at the right angle…
Draco broke away, gazing into glowing green. He always loved the color of Harry’s eyes.
“I do. I trust you, Draco,” whispered Harry tenderly.
He accepted the mirror, closing a hand over Draco’s. A faint glow of light warmed their flesh before vanishing.
“Trust is the only thing that makes these mirrors work,” explained Draco, flushing.
He shrunk the silver box in Harry’s hand, pocketing it with his mirror.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”
Harry shivered, burying his face against Draco’s neck. He savored beautiful, soft skin. He wanted to forget about the prophecy. It hurt to know who he was…
“Happy birthday, Harry Potter.”
Draco captured Harry’s mouth again, this time with true intimate passion. They forgot about rivalries and hate. There was no Light and Dark. Nothing existed except them. This was a new world with hope for survival. A chance to embrace each other. A way to start over.
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: R (just because of the situation at hands)
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 2,113 (i know i'm way over...please bear with me).
Summary: When it strikes midnite, someones comes to the rescue.
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: post hbp. i'm obsessed with the possibilities. read the next part called Forgiveness. can be read as the sequel or alone. =D
A/N: this is for the AWDT birthday fest sponsored by nocturnali and jamie2109. dedicated to kowaiyoukai. this is the angsty one and i didn't know which you would like. your pick. cheers!
Thoughts plagued his mind before his time expired. He was clueless, scared and alone. This would be his fight, finally. He would avenge for what was taken away. Family, friendship, childhood, normalcy and love. He wanted these things so badly. Perhaps he had Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys and a few others but things were difficult. As friends and family, they were in danger. He was their protector. Childhood and normalcy were long gone. But he could love. Dumbledore said his strength was love. Did love still exist?
Harry watched the minutes pass by. His eyes stung. From his window, he observed the peaceful neighborhood. Never again would he see this place. It would fade with other long lost memories. He sighed, gazing at the night sky. He wanted this to be over. Grief consumed his soul instead.
He walked toward his open trunk. Inside were all his belongings from books to letters. He went to his bed, reaching for the loose floorboard underneath for the last time. It was empty.
“C’mon, get inside,” Harry told Hedwig, luring her into her cage. He set it beside his trunk, which he clasped shut.
Only one minute left. He would be free. Harry glanced around his dark room. He won’t miss it, he decided. It might not be so bad to sleep on dirt. After all, he had to save the world. It had to start now. Dumbledore already gave him clues; Harry needed to use them to find the Horcruxes.
Three…two…one…
“Happy birthday,” he muttered to himself.
He felt childish for saying such a thing. Ron, Hermione, Lupin and Hagrid had sent him gifts weeks before. “Just in case,” said each letter. Harry understood because no one knew what would happen. But spending his birthday on a runaway was hardly enjoyable. He always regretted being born. If it weren’t for him, war wouldn’t exist. People would live. His parents and Sirius would be here. Things would be normal. July 31st wouldn’t be a doomed day. But dreams were just fantasies.
Harry sat on his trunk, gripping Hedwig’s cage. Suddenly, he heard a pop. He closed his eyes, dreading to see who decided to Apparate into his room.
“One down, one to go. Tell me, Potter, what does it feel like to lose?”
“What are you doing here?” seethed Harry angrily, his eyes open.
“What does it look like?”
Draco Malfoy smirked maliciously, pointing his wand at Harry. A pair of handcuffs dangled from his fingers.
“Are you insane? What the-”
“Shut up, will you? You’re going to wake those Muggles up!”
In a matter seconds, Harry pushed Draco against the wall. He prodded his wand at the pale neck. He shuddered.
“I can do it, you know,” warned Harry spitefully. “Just like Snape did to Dumbledore.”
“What are you on about?”
“I was fucking there! I’m not stupid, Malfoy! I will have you down before Voldemort can have me!”
“You can’t kill! You will never do it!”
“Not for the fun of it!” snarled Harry. “ And you wouldn’t either! You couldn’t do it that night!”
Draco was quiet before he glanced at the handcuffs. He muttered an incantation, unlocking the cuffs before snapping them shut. Harry glared at the metal links that now connected him to Draco.
“You prat! What use is this to you?”
“It’ll ensure that you’re with me.”
“Is your way to kidnap me? To bring me Voldemort?! You’re pathetic!”
Draco scowled. He hated hearing that name. But he certainly wasn’t going to tolerate Harry’s cheekiness.
“You don’t know what’s going on, do you? Not only have I left everything behind but I’m risking my life!”
“You’re risking your life because you failed! And the Order wants you dead!”
“Do you want me dead?”
Harry blinked. Here was his six-year nemesis, questioning him about his life. What kind of question was that? He didn’t want Draco dead. Maybe he was obsessed with him before, but his suspicions were confirmed. Draco would have been a murderer. But what was he up to now?
“Potter, I asked you a question.”
Harry ignored him. Draco gripped his shoulders tightly. He forced Harry to make eye contact.
“Answer me!”
Harry saw desperation mixed with gray. He never noticed anything like this before. The familiar malice and hatred were gone. Draco must be somewhat humane.
“No.”
“What did you say?” asked Draco, startled.
“I don’t want you dead,” whispered Harry inaudibly.
Draco stared at Harry, who purposely avoided his gaze. Something about Harry gave him hope…
“Malfoy, why are you here? Do you realize how dangerous this is?”
“This is a Muggle house, Potter. No one’s going to find out…”
“It’s not safe!” insisted Harry frantically. “If anyone knows you’re here…”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Before Harry could respond, blinding white suffocated him. He could only hear cold, high-pitched laughter ringing in his ears. His scar exploded with pain. His head ached.
“I know, Potter. Everything will be mine. Just give it to me…”
I’ll never give anything to you!
“We can rule the world together if you give up now…”
No! I’m going to kill you! Mark my words!
“Are you willing to hand over young Draco then?”
Harry’s conscience panicked. Terrified, gray eyes. Blond hair. Trembling hands. Asking, pleading, begging for mercy. Draco didn’t belong to Voldemort. He never did.
He’s with me. He’ll never serve you!
“How can you be sure? Can you trust him?”
Could Harry trust Draco? Was he still a Death Eater? Was there a truth to discover?
Fuck you, Tom!
“You’re both dead. You’ll find that out very soon…”
Harry drowned in blackness. He could hear his dad telling his mum to run. But he knew she wouldn’t make it. She would be killed by green light that was only made for him…
“Wake up!”
Draco slapped Harry’s face, but Harry didn’t respond. The handcuff made angry, red marks on his pale wrist from the dead weight pulling him down. The other cuff clung onto a limp wrist. He lifted Harry onto his lap. Draco raised his fingers to feel a pulse. It was beating slowly. Was Harry dying?
Draco hated himself for doing this, but he had to know. He pointed his wand at the comatose body.
“Legilimens!”
Instantly, rapid flashes swallowed him up. He spun through Harry’s memories. It scared him to witness the worst ones.
Wormtail escaping, Cedric dying, Voldemort rising, Sirius falling, Dumbledore and Voldemort dueling, Harry being possessed, Harry listening to Snape and Draco about the Unbreakable Vow, Snape killing Dumbledore, Death Eaters destroying Hogwarts, a cup, locket, diary, ring, serpent… a crystal ball.
“And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”
Draco found himself panting on the floor when he broke the spell. Everything Harry tried to tell the Wizarding World was true. Frightening yet real.
“You are the Chosen One,” murmured Draco. “That means…”
He suddenly realized that today was Harry’s birthday.
~~~~~
“Where am I?”
“Quiet, Harry. They’ll hear you.”
“Malfoy! Why the fuck are you still-”
“Shhh! If you utter another word, I’ll hex you.”
Harry obeyed. He was still groggy after waking up. What had happened, he didn’t know. He felt dizzy. He rested his head on Draco’s shoulder, holding his arm for support. Secretly, Draco found this flattering.
“Stay still, alright? This will be quick.”
Harry nodded; inhaling faded mint from Draco’s robes. It soothed him.
“Accio package!”
A tattered, wrapped package broke through the window before reaching Draco’s hand. Holding Harry with the other, Draco ran toward the trunk, with Hedwig on top. He closed his eyes, wishing to be somewhere safe. Anywhere but here. They were sucked through a thick tube before anyone could catch the intruder of Malfoy Manor.
~~~~~
“Here.”
Harry glanced at the package Draco offered him.
“If this is some trick…”
“It’s not. Open it.”
Harry cautiously looked around the woods before unwrapping the worn paper. A silver box was revealed. It vaguely reminded him of trinkets from Grimmauld Place. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
“There’s something inside,” persisted Draco. “Go on, have a look.”
Why Draco was being sincere? Did he merely feel bad for him? But when Harry opened the box, he was stunned. Inside were two small, identical, rectangular mirrors. Exactly like the ones Sirius and his dad used back at Hogwarts.
“Oh god,” gasped Harry, wide-eyed. “It’s not…
“Something only purebloods have,” replied Draco calmly. “Passed down for generations. It’s mine now. Father never used it, nor has anyone else. So I thought-”
“Sirius used to have one,” said Harry regretfully. “He gave the other one to me. I wished I used it before he…”
“You mean Sirius Black?”
“He was my godfather. Just when I thought I had someone…I lost him.”
Draco glanced away from Harry’s pained expression.
“He would have had one, naturally,” he continued indifferently. “Mirror sets like these are rare. But each one’s different.”
He took the mirrors out, the cuff links clanking against the box.
“This set is the rarest yet.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because these are the only mirrors that never lie.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can see other things, Harry. This is something to help you.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Look,” responded Draco irritably, “do you want me to help you or not? The Dark Lord did send me to come after you. I didn’t know why he requested this particular day until…”
He tried backing away from Harry, forgetting about the handcuffs. Harry winced when Draco pulled him.
“I heard part of the prophecy…when I broke into your mind…”
“You what!”
“What did you expect me to do? Let you die? I had to see if you were alive! They were coming! Death Eaters and the Muggles!”
“You could have revived me, you idiot!”
“And what? Have you think I’m a sodding liar? You would have ignored my word!’
“I’m listening now, Malfoy! Spit it out!”
“These mirrors show the present! You have a way into Dark Lord’s plans!”
Harry gawked at Draco with astonishment.
“You can locate or talk to me,” Draco continued. “I’d be damned if you find the Horcruxes with one of these!”
“How do you know about Horcruxes?” inquired Harry suspiciously.
“I would know since the Dark Lord punished me for the useless diary and missing locket. He knows you’re after his soul.”
Draco handed a mirror to Harry. He smiled weakly.
“Take it.”
“How do I know if it’ll work? This could be a death trap-”
“Would I be handcuffed to you if this were a trap?”
“You never know.”
“Merlin, Harry! Trust me, please…”
Harry felt his words evaporate from his mouth. This was all strange. Was Draco pleading for trust? Why would he hand him a weapon to use on Voldemort? Why was he hiding? Why give up his glory to be a loyal servant like Snape? Was Snape even a Death Eater? He refused to fight Harry back in June. So what was Draco doing?
He felt Draco cup his face with a hand. Harry’s stomach flipped over. What was going on?
“I-”
Draco cut him off with his lips. He wasn’t wet like Cho or gentle like Ginny. Draco put anxiety, neediness, insecurity and emotion into this kiss. These were the things Harry grew up with. He knew them well. Harry kissed back, melting into the sensation. He relished the way Draco’s lips caressed his own, how tongues mingled perfectly, how their faces met at the right angle…
Draco broke away, gazing into glowing green. He always loved the color of Harry’s eyes.
“I do. I trust you, Draco,” whispered Harry tenderly.
He accepted the mirror, closing a hand over Draco’s. A faint glow of light warmed their flesh before vanishing.
“Trust is the only thing that makes these mirrors work,” explained Draco, flushing.
He shrunk the silver box in Harry’s hand, pocketing it with his mirror.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”
Harry shivered, burying his face against Draco’s neck. He savored beautiful, soft skin. He wanted to forget about the prophecy. It hurt to know who he was…
“Happy birthday, Harry Potter.”
Draco captured Harry’s mouth again, this time with true intimate passion. They forgot about rivalries and hate. There was no Light and Dark. Nothing existed except them. This was a new world with hope for survival. A chance to embrace each other. A way to start over.