Turning to Desire (H/D, PG-13)
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sesheta66Title: Turning to Desire
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Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 (x 11 drabbles)
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dracoharry100's prompt of "ire."
Summary: When life takes an unexpected turn, change is inevitable.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
It all began in Diagon Alley, at Madame Malkin's Robe Shop. Harry could remember the ire he felt that day, as a spoiled brat of a child insulted the one person in his life who had ever been nice to him. It had come unbidden, as a reaction to years of abuse at his cousin's hand. He was so reminded of Dudley that he made a decision that he would hold to for years to come.
On the train, as the same spoiled boy insulted Ron, he knew that they would never be friends, that he was the wrong sort.
During Harry's first year at school, he knew what it felt like on the receiving end of hatred so deep he couldn't describe it. He hadn't known then where that had originated, but in future years he would. Snape's ire towards James Potter did not die with Harry's father, but lived on to be directed at Harry.
He watched as this hateful man favoured Draco Malfoy, which only went to reinforce Harry's decision. That, the rivalry between houses, and the fact that Draco had tried to get him caught by Filch, were only some reasons to stay away from Malfoy.
Harry's second year once again proved to him that his decision had been the right one. Harry had been convinced of Malfoy's guilt, sure he was the heir of Slytherin, sure he had opened the Chamber of Secrets. Even Draco's innocence in that matter didn't change Harry's mind about him. After all, he had been happy that the Chamber had opened, and his father had been the one responsible.
But the ire directed at Harry that year was from the senior Malfoy. He had been displeased when Harry had messed up his plans, and worse when he had freed Dobby.
Harry entered third year facing a new enemy - Sirius Black. The man's face in all the posters was frightening. It was drawn, and the man had a crazed look about him. It seemed that Harry was number one on the man's list, the one towards which he would be directing his ire, once he caught up with him.
Even facing this, Harry was distracted by Draco. Must he know everything? Irritated by his taunting and the fact that he seemed to know more about Harry's family than he did, Harry held steadfastly onto his decision not to befriend him.
Fourth year came with the knowledge that Sirius was not Harry's enemy, but was his godfather. Having learned this the prior year, Harry had been frustrated at the fact that he couldn't prove to anyone that Sirius was innocent. His ire was palpable at this injustice, split between the powers that be that wouldn't listen to teenagers, and the truly guilty one, Wormtail.
Harry's frustration grew throughout the year, as he became once again the target of Draco Malfoy's antics. This time, it took the form of pins to support Cedric Diggory. Merlin's beard, couldn't Draco just leave him alone?
Fifth year began as the fourth year had ended. Harry continued to relive the events in the graveyard, where Cedric had died, Voldemort had risen again, Harry had been tortured and nearly killed, he had seen his parents - or the shadows of his parents - and they had helped him escape.
That year Harry had a new object for his ire - Dolores Umbridge. The witch was relentless and downright evil.
And yet ... there was Draco Malfoy, proverbial thorn in Harry's side, playing his role too. Part of the Inquisitorial Squad. Honestly, why didn't he just go away?
Sixth year was the year everything changed. Harry no longer viewed Draco Malfoy as a thorn in his side, but rather as a formidable enemy. He had been up to something, Harry knew, but no one would listen to him. It had been left to Harry to find out just what that was.
As the year progressed, curiosity gave way to frustration, which gave way to obsession. Then Harry found Draco in the washroom. Sectumsempra. The blood. The fear that coursed through Harry forever changed him.
By the end of that year, Harry's ire towards Draco was duelling with empathy.
What would have been Harry's seventh year turned into a year of discovery, a year of truths, and of course a year of war. Legends came to life, and enabled Harry to come back from the dead.
Through it all, there was Draco. Harry saw images of a young man forced to live with Voldemort, forced to witness a monster's ire, forced to see things that are horrific for even the hardest of souls. Harry knew, from the year before, that Draco's soul was not hard; he was not all that different from Harry.
Yet he was still a pain.
Draco hadn't wanted to torture Muggles; Harry saw through Voldemort's eyes that Draco was disgusted.
Draco hadn't readily identified Harry, which he could have done. He did what little he could in the face of the Death Eaters. Harry didn't forget.
Draco hadn't let Crabbe kill Harry, though the bigger boy's ire was unleashed anyway. Harry didn't forget as flames engulfed them and he saved Draco.
As Harry went after the tiara, he could feel Draco clutching onto him. He was surprised to find that he wasn't bothered by the proximity. In fact, as he thought about it later ...
The years since the war had been good. Harry thought a lot - as he imagined others that had stared death in the face did - about his life, his choices, and his own flaws.
He had testified for Narcissa and Draco - Lucius was on his own, as Harry would never forget what the receiving end of the man's ire was like - and they had both received short sentences that didn't involve prison time. They had to make reparations in other ways.
When Lucius had been taken back to Azkaban, Harry had received an invitation to the Manor.
That night had been awkward at first. Both Malfoys thanked Harry for his testimony, and Narcissa had actually hugged Harry, breaking down in tears as she thanked him for saving her son's life - twice. Harry had looked fearful as Draco started to thank him, afraid the man might also burst into tears.
"Honestly, Potter, I'm not a girl! I won't be tearing up, I assure you."
Harry had smiled in relief, and shook Draco's hand in friendship. That had been the beginning of a life together for them.
Now the only ire Harry feels towards Draco Malfoy is desire.
Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 (x 11 drabbles)
Challenges:
dracoharry100's prompt of "ire."Summary: When life takes an unexpected turn, change is inevitable.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
It all began in Diagon Alley, at Madame Malkin's Robe Shop. Harry could remember the ire he felt that day, as a spoiled brat of a child insulted the one person in his life who had ever been nice to him. It had come unbidden, as a reaction to years of abuse at his cousin's hand. He was so reminded of Dudley that he made a decision that he would hold to for years to come.
On the train, as the same spoiled boy insulted Ron, he knew that they would never be friends, that he was the wrong sort.
During Harry's first year at school, he knew what it felt like on the receiving end of hatred so deep he couldn't describe it. He hadn't known then where that had originated, but in future years he would. Snape's ire towards James Potter did not die with Harry's father, but lived on to be directed at Harry.
He watched as this hateful man favoured Draco Malfoy, which only went to reinforce Harry's decision. That, the rivalry between houses, and the fact that Draco had tried to get him caught by Filch, were only some reasons to stay away from Malfoy.
Harry's second year once again proved to him that his decision had been the right one. Harry had been convinced of Malfoy's guilt, sure he was the heir of Slytherin, sure he had opened the Chamber of Secrets. Even Draco's innocence in that matter didn't change Harry's mind about him. After all, he had been happy that the Chamber had opened, and his father had been the one responsible.
But the ire directed at Harry that year was from the senior Malfoy. He had been displeased when Harry had messed up his plans, and worse when he had freed Dobby.
Harry entered third year facing a new enemy - Sirius Black. The man's face in all the posters was frightening. It was drawn, and the man had a crazed look about him. It seemed that Harry was number one on the man's list, the one towards which he would be directing his ire, once he caught up with him.
Even facing this, Harry was distracted by Draco. Must he know everything? Irritated by his taunting and the fact that he seemed to know more about Harry's family than he did, Harry held steadfastly onto his decision not to befriend him.
Fourth year came with the knowledge that Sirius was not Harry's enemy, but was his godfather. Having learned this the prior year, Harry had been frustrated at the fact that he couldn't prove to anyone that Sirius was innocent. His ire was palpable at this injustice, split between the powers that be that wouldn't listen to teenagers, and the truly guilty one, Wormtail.
Harry's frustration grew throughout the year, as he became once again the target of Draco Malfoy's antics. This time, it took the form of pins to support Cedric Diggory. Merlin's beard, couldn't Draco just leave him alone?
Fifth year began as the fourth year had ended. Harry continued to relive the events in the graveyard, where Cedric had died, Voldemort had risen again, Harry had been tortured and nearly killed, he had seen his parents - or the shadows of his parents - and they had helped him escape.
That year Harry had a new object for his ire - Dolores Umbridge. The witch was relentless and downright evil.
And yet ... there was Draco Malfoy, proverbial thorn in Harry's side, playing his role too. Part of the Inquisitorial Squad. Honestly, why didn't he just go away?
Sixth year was the year everything changed. Harry no longer viewed Draco Malfoy as a thorn in his side, but rather as a formidable enemy. He had been up to something, Harry knew, but no one would listen to him. It had been left to Harry to find out just what that was.
As the year progressed, curiosity gave way to frustration, which gave way to obsession. Then Harry found Draco in the washroom. Sectumsempra. The blood. The fear that coursed through Harry forever changed him.
By the end of that year, Harry's ire towards Draco was duelling with empathy.
What would have been Harry's seventh year turned into a year of discovery, a year of truths, and of course a year of war. Legends came to life, and enabled Harry to come back from the dead.
Through it all, there was Draco. Harry saw images of a young man forced to live with Voldemort, forced to witness a monster's ire, forced to see things that are horrific for even the hardest of souls. Harry knew, from the year before, that Draco's soul was not hard; he was not all that different from Harry.
Yet he was still a pain.
Draco hadn't wanted to torture Muggles; Harry saw through Voldemort's eyes that Draco was disgusted.
Draco hadn't readily identified Harry, which he could have done. He did what little he could in the face of the Death Eaters. Harry didn't forget.
Draco hadn't let Crabbe kill Harry, though the bigger boy's ire was unleashed anyway. Harry didn't forget as flames engulfed them and he saved Draco.
As Harry went after the tiara, he could feel Draco clutching onto him. He was surprised to find that he wasn't bothered by the proximity. In fact, as he thought about it later ...
The years since the war had been good. Harry thought a lot - as he imagined others that had stared death in the face did - about his life, his choices, and his own flaws.
He had testified for Narcissa and Draco - Lucius was on his own, as Harry would never forget what the receiving end of the man's ire was like - and they had both received short sentences that didn't involve prison time. They had to make reparations in other ways.
When Lucius had been taken back to Azkaban, Harry had received an invitation to the Manor.
That night had been awkward at first. Both Malfoys thanked Harry for his testimony, and Narcissa had actually hugged Harry, breaking down in tears as she thanked him for saving her son's life - twice. Harry had looked fearful as Draco started to thank him, afraid the man might also burst into tears.
"Honestly, Potter, I'm not a girl! I won't be tearing up, I assure you."
Harry had smiled in relief, and shook Draco's hand in friendship. That had been the beginning of a life together for them.
Now the only ire Harry feels towards Draco Malfoy is desire.