I do not qwn any of this, nor do i have anything to do with the publisher, J.K or anyone else, i am writing this just for fun, please don't sue me.
"Who are you?" Harry asked his reflection, "Are you only the boy who lived?"
But his reflection didn't reply. At twenty years old Harry could not say he knew who
he was. He lived through the killing curse, and was a part in the biggest fight in wizarding history. "What are you?" He asked, but still getting no reply, "Why?" he asked the world, but
the world wasn;t listening.
"Harry? Are you okay? It is four in the mourning, you should be asleep."
"Are you? Are you okay?" Harry asked violently.
"Follow me, i want you to hear something." They walked out to the drive way,
"Listen to the sounds of the night. I once read somewhere that those sounds are the people we loved that have passed on, telling us their stories. Listen."
Harry stood and listened, "Does it help you forget all the pain? To remember their stories?"
"No, there are things i can't forget that easliy, the pain is one of them. It helps
to think that they are watching over us, and that they wouldn't want us to be this sad.
They wouldn't want to see you like this Harry."
"How did you become so wise?"
"War does that to people," he sneered, "but i believe."
"In what?" Harry asked softly, but the pale boy was staring at the sky with tears clouding his gray eyes. "Have you forgiven yourself?"
"Yes. I wouldn't be here if i hadn't, i could live with myself." He smiled tragically.
"I love you. Did you know that?. I don't think i tell you enough." He pasued and took Harry's hand, "I need you." he whispered harshly.
"Do you remember when you first came back, and you hit me? Your righ cut my cheek. You didn't know untill you saw my blood on your hands. I feel in love with
you then. I looked into your eyes and saw more then anger and hate, i saw the hurt and
the pain you where in, i also saw the small glitter of hope."
Harry stopped and looked at the gray eyed boy, then contuioned, "You started to cry.
But you ignored that and helped me up."
"I had never loved anyone, anything untill you. The only reason i started the fight was because of that. You scared me, that fact that i love you so much scares me still."
The comforter become the one comfroted. Harry wraped his arms around him,
absentmindly stroking his hair and mummering about nothing. "Come on Draco, it
is late we should go back to sleep." Draco mummered somthing about saying that and hour a go as they walked hand in hand back to the house.
It was like that a lot, for the both had emotional scars that had never healed right.
They were and odd couple, one tall and dark, the other small and pale. The world
would always seem to look at them in a shaded light, but they had each other, and that's
all that was needed.
"Who are you?" Harry asked his reflection, "Are you only the boy who lived?"
But his reflection didn't reply. At twenty years old Harry could not say he knew who
he was. He lived through the killing curse, and was a part in the biggest fight in wizarding history. "What are you?" He asked, but still getting no reply, "Why?" he asked the world, but
the world wasn;t listening.
"Harry? Are you okay? It is four in the mourning, you should be asleep."
"Are you? Are you okay?" Harry asked violently.
"Follow me, i want you to hear something." They walked out to the drive way,
"Listen to the sounds of the night. I once read somewhere that those sounds are the people we loved that have passed on, telling us their stories. Listen."
Harry stood and listened, "Does it help you forget all the pain? To remember their stories?"
"No, there are things i can't forget that easliy, the pain is one of them. It helps
to think that they are watching over us, and that they wouldn't want us to be this sad.
They wouldn't want to see you like this Harry."
"How did you become so wise?"
"War does that to people," he sneered, "but i believe."
"In what?" Harry asked softly, but the pale boy was staring at the sky with tears clouding his gray eyes. "Have you forgiven yourself?"
"Yes. I wouldn't be here if i hadn't, i could live with myself." He smiled tragically.
"I love you. Did you know that?. I don't think i tell you enough." He pasued and took Harry's hand, "I need you." he whispered harshly.
"Do you remember when you first came back, and you hit me? Your righ cut my cheek. You didn't know untill you saw my blood on your hands. I feel in love with
you then. I looked into your eyes and saw more then anger and hate, i saw the hurt and
the pain you where in, i also saw the small glitter of hope."
Harry stopped and looked at the gray eyed boy, then contuioned, "You started to cry.
But you ignored that and helped me up."
"I had never loved anyone, anything untill you. The only reason i started the fight was because of that. You scared me, that fact that i love you so much scares me still."
The comforter become the one comfroted. Harry wraped his arms around him,
absentmindly stroking his hair and mummering about nothing. "Come on Draco, it
is late we should go back to sleep." Draco mummered somthing about saying that and hour a go as they walked hand in hand back to the house.
It was like that a lot, for the both had emotional scars that had never healed right.
They were and odd couple, one tall and dark, the other small and pale. The world
would always seem to look at them in a shaded light, but they had each other, and that's
all that was needed.