Savior
Prologue
Disclaimer: I at the moment do not own Harry Potter.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
The gist of it: Set after the war, it has been a very traumatizing last few years for Draco Malfoy, no doubt tainting his soul.
sav·ior/ˈsāvyər/
Noun:
1. A person who saves someone or something (esp. a country or cause) from danger, and who is regarded with the veneration of a religious...
2. The redeemer of sin and saver of souls.
Let me inside, Draco.
Where's that voice coming from? His shadow was moving of its own accord, slithering towards him. He watched as the arms of his shadow came into contact with himself, his ankles were ice cold.
What's happening?
No one noticed the trembling blond; no, they were busy shouting about the war. "It's over! We've won! You-Know-Who is dead!"
His eyes were sliding around in his head as he tried to grasp the meaning of the frenzied shouts. The Dark Lord.. gone? What was the point of my service then? Attempted murder for nothing?
That's right Draco. Look how you've been abused and what are they doing? They're celebrating. They don't care, no, they're happy that you're hurt.
Draco shook his head tossing his hair, "You're wrong! My mother and father care about me. Get out of my head demon, you don't know anything." He sneered looking all around at the masses, there was his mother and father in each other's arms.
See? They don't need you? They think you're a failure anyways, they'd rather have Harry Potter as a son. Let me help you, Draco.
He sunk to the ground sitting perched on his heels clutching at his head. It's not true you bastard! Who the hell are you?
He heard a quiet chuckle, Why Draco.. I'm you, your shadow.
That doesn't make any sense. What are you saying, are you mad?
You're the one hearing voices. Draco, I've been by your side all this time, I can help you.
Draco stared at the ground intensely; his shadow was quivering and moving beneath him. The patch of darkness was disrupted as people moved around him, knocking him to the floor. He burst out angrily, "Watch where you're going scumbags!" But his words were lost in the hubbub.
Draco..
He tried to stand again but was constantly pushed back down; he was stepped on like a patch of dirt. This isn't the way a Malfoy is supposed to be treated! They have no right!
That's right Draco, let's punish them. Let me lend you my power!
I don't.. want to.. I want to do this.. by myself. He curled into a ball to protect from as much damage as he could.
I've heard enough! You want this too; you simply don't know it yet! You'll thank me later boy!
Everything froze. That icy feeling around his feet and ankles spread up his legs as his shadow on the ground diminished. He couldn't move, he felt powerless and did nothing to stop whatever evil was infiltrating his body.
The cheering crowd all around took no notice to Draco Malfoy and the shadow invading his soul.
A/N: It's really short intentionally, the first real chapter shall be longer. Sorry if this was confusing, all shall be explained in time! ~Goes to laugh evilly in a corner~