Title: In His Arms
Author: IndigoNight
Summary: There's only one place where Harry is safe from the nightmares…
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Pairings: Heavily implied Slash. Pairing not specific.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Spoilers: Yes, for HBP
Warnings: Implied Slash
Author's Note: So, I'm not particularly fond of this one, its kind of spotty and not very well put together. However, it wasn't written for a specific point, it was really just a release written at one in the morning as I was trying to go to sleep. Nevertheless, thought I'd posted it, just for the hell of it. Obviously it's from Harry's POV, however the 'he' in the end is not specified. As I was writing this I was having HarryxDraco visions in my mind, mostly just because they're my latest obsession, however you can make 'him' whoever you please, by all means. That said, Read, Review,
Enjoy!
Safe. It's not something I've ever been very familiar with.
Growing up with the Dursleys there was of course the ever present danger of Dudley getting bored enough to want a punching bag, or Aunt Petunia becoming suspicious of my inactivity and finding me something less than fun to occupy myself with, or Uncle Vernon deciding to punish me for something that wasn't really my fault in the first place. My closet room, and later in the smallest bedroom, although a bit safer, a bit more out of reach of my 'family', I was never really safe there. That house was always in part a sanctuary, but more so a prison.
Even Hogwarts, fortress that it is, was never impenetrable to me. For all the walls, the magical protections, and even Dumbledore, I always knew that there were loopholes; that the nightmares could always find me.
Sixth year came and went, taking with it all illusions of safety. With Dumbledore gone, Hogwarts under Voldemort's control, and people disappearing and dying left and right, I wasn't the only one, nobody felt safe.
But for me the war didn't end with Voldemort's death. The Dearth Eaters all locked up in Azkaban, and peace restored to all of the Wizarding World except for me.
Years after it was all over, the nightmares still haunted me, and I feared they always would. Nowhere, nothing, was safe, and never would be.
That's what I believed, and I'd come to except it. That is, until one day…
I'll never really be sure how it started, or who did the starting, but start it did. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and every second was better than the last. But the best part is, that night, lying in his arms, for the first time in my life I felt truly and completely safe.
I haven't left his side since then, and I never will. Because in his arms is the only place the nightmares will never find me.
