X.x Saving
Me x.X
A H/D story.
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I do not own the Harry Potter series. JK is a genius and doesn't
need help writing it, lols.
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"I can't hold on to what I want when I'm stretched so thin..It's all too much to take in."
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----Truth,
Lies, & Suicide---
Cold gray eyes studied the empty dark room they'd been placed in. All was silent except the occasional drip of water against the stone floor, a reminder of how lonely this place had been during his stay.
The owner of the eyes
slid down a wall behind a few barrels, hidden even in the dark. He
knew well by now that there were things that lurked about this place
with the ability to see in the dark perfectly. Shivering at
the thought he hid his head in his knees. He'd really got himself
into some deep trouble this time. How was he going to escape? He
hadn't the energy to Apparate... He barely enough to move.
Could he perhaps seek
help? Was there anyone he could contact that would help him?
Anyone? Crab and Goyle..No. They were not near brave enough to even
try to help him --Those incompitant.. Panic began twisting its slimy
cold fingers around his throat... No no. He couldn't panic.
There had to be someone. Anyone. Dumbledore? No. That's
right..Dumbledore had been killed. In fact now that he recalled, he
was the one that was supposed to have killed him. He'd never have
been able to though. He wasn't a murderer. He
screamed when his cloak got set on fire, waking him from his trail of
thoughts. Quickly he disposed of the cloak and dug his fingers into
the barrels, climbing from them and slinking across the wall, heading
for an exit the opposite of the witch. "NO YOU DON'T!!"
Roared the crazed witch, "I'LL SEE TO IT YOU DIE APPROVINGLY!"
With that he was just able to dodge a spark of blue light. What it
would have done he wasn't certain of but he didn't want to find
out... He gripped the wall, fingers cut up and splintery, till
he found an opening. He quickly hurried through it, unable to see.
Having no clue as to were he was running, worry set in.
"DRACO
MALFOY!!!" Came a screeching
voice. A female. 'Bellatrix!' There was a flick of light and
suddenly a barrel next to him exploded into flames. He stared at the
fire blankly, unable to speak. Was this the end...?
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A young teen wizard stared up towards the ceiling. He'd had a very bad dream about a certain blonde boy whom had always been his arch enemy. Shivers ran down his spine as he recalled the look of the blonde's face when the witch, Bellatrix found his hiding place. Suddenly, he felt very sick to his stomache.
The dream felt so real and he couldn't deny it, but for what purpose had he seen it? More importantly than that why would he feel sorry for the the guy? He HATED Malfoy!!
All Malfoy had ever caused him was anger and embarrasment. Why would he care what his fate was? Besides was Dumbledore's death not partly his fault? At that he felt more hate rise up but yet it died down just as quickly and was replaced with worry; His heart was beating irregularly, and he had broke out in a cold sweat.
His dark green eyes settled on the wooden door as it creaked open. "Harry?" Came a young male's voice. "Ron?" "I heard you yelling in your sleep..Quite loudly actually. Ginny freaked out, she did. Thought you were being murdered by the Dark Lord or something, Mate." Even in the dark Harry could see the worry all over Ron's face, "Um..Yeah. Sorry bout that, it's nothing. Really."
"Right..When will you trust me Harry?" The red headed one said quietly and with a shake of his head turned to leave.
"Wait!--Look Ron, I'm sorry. It was just a nightmare." "Nightmare? About You-Know-Who?" The dark haired boy nodded, "Kind of. Orders by him directed to a woman named Bellatrix. A follower." Ron cocked an eyebrow at this, "And..?" Harry bit his lip, looking worried now, "Malfoy is in trouble."
"Malfoy?"
D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.HThe next day was a series of blurs, passing by ever so slowly.
Footsteps and voices rang through the corridors of a prison
building. A mob of people followed three wizards as they rolled a
boy on a stretcher, all having negative feelings.
"OUT
OF THE WAY, CAN'T YOU SEE HE NEEDS IMMEDIANT HELP!?" Yelled a
voice. "WHO CARES? HE'S A DEATHEATER!" Shouted another.
"KILL HIM!" "HE IS NOT CHARGED OF ANYTHING!"
Snapped another one. "YES HE IS, HE'S A FOLLOWER!"
"IF HE WERE A FOLLOWER WOULD HE HAVE NEARLY BEEN MURDERED BY
ANOTHER FELLOW FOLLOWER?" After that
last shout there was silence because the crowd knew there was indeed
truth in the words.
"You better know what you are doing Mad Eye." Whispered a worried man. "Ai. I do, in fact, I say that once we have this boy patched up we have Harry decide on what to do with him." "Ah yes! Isn't Harry currently with the Weasley's anyways?" "That he is Remus, that he is."
Remus smirked then turned to the group of wizards and witches, "Mad Eye and I will happily deal with this Death Eater problem ourselves." Immediately a wave of worried looks ran through the group.
"You see, technically you can not arrest him since you do not know what all he has done. I will give him some good old Veritaserum to admit the truth a little later and record the results for you all. Till then I think the best people for giving him some medical care would be Mad Eye and myself, do you not agree?"
No one said anything. "Then it's a deal. We'll report when he awakens." And with that Mad Eye grabbed the blonde haired boy and threw him over his shoulder, not quite caring if he damaged him, and Apparated.
Immediately the setting changed to a dark dusty old house. The Black House. "Sirius would not approve of having a Death Eater here.." Mumbled Moody. Remus, who had appeared before Moody, chuckled. "I doubt the boy chose to be a Death Eater."
Moody rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Just go fetch Harry, will you?" Remus smirked and nodded before disappearing.
Moody looked around the house before settling on placing the teen on a old dusty couch which probably wouldn't be best for his wounds. With that he disappeared to find some medical supplies, not really wanting to help, but tending to the wounds as he'd been told.
D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.H.D.HHarry settled down in a chair, adjusting himself tiredly. He held a book in his hand but didn't seem to be reading it.
He'd not been able to sleep that night and didn't look to it tonight. He felt bad that in a sense he could have perhaps in some way helped Malfoy. Sure he hated the guy, but no one deserved an unfair death to the likes of Voldemort. Left alone with his thoughts he felt bad. Hermoine and Ron had been ignoring him lately...He knew something was up.
"Harry!" Shouted a voice from downstairs--Mrs. Weasley. Harry let out a sigh and stood up, placing a bookmark in his copy of, "A Wizards Guide To Defending Against the D.A.'s" He knew there was not really a point in reading up on skills to help him against Dark Arts, but however he wanted to be on the safe side. In his life you never knew what would happen next...
"HARRY!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley yet again. "I'm coming!" Called Harry in reply and started down the stairs. He felt something eerie about the room. Change...
Harry walked into the kitchen and was shocked to see his father's old friend, Remus talking to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley very serious like.. "R-Remus?" He asked, wondering what brought about his presence. Immediately Remus turned and faced him. The serious look he had quickly disappeared, like he was hiding something. He pasted on a fake smile, "Harry my boy! My, you've grown quite a bit have you not? Though you look a bit more starved then before." It was true. Harry had been ignoring food since Sirius's death. He just couldn't handle that pain. "Yes, thank you. If I may ask why are you here, Remus?" Asked Harry. Remus's smile was quick to fade. Harry sensed a wave of bad news was going to quickly crash down.
"Harry-"
"I don't like that tone." "Look, listen. You have to
come with me-" "Why's that!? I want to stay with Ron and-"
"Sorry Harry. We can't allow that anymore." Interupted
Mr. Weasley. The young wizard looked at him, stunned by his choice
of words, "W-what?" Mr. Weasley didn't seem phased by the
crushed look on Harry's face, "I'm sorry. You endanger this
family too much as it is. I can't allow you to come near Ron
anymore. I've talked it over with Hermione's parent's and they feel
the same on the matter." "Mr. Weasley I-" started the
confused boy, "Don't speak. Look Harry, try to understand. Put
yourself in my position, would you want your family in danger with
the Dark Lord?"
Harry didn't bother arguing. He saw no point. Even if it hurt to admit, Mr. Weasley was right... Anyone who hung out with Harry was just a target. Instead he just turned and walked to Remus, "I'm ready to go." He said quietly. "Not without your luggage you're not!" Remus said in a tone he hoped would cheer Harry up a bit. "Oh yeah..Right." Harry mumbled and walked off and up the stairs to collect his belongings. 'Where are Ron and Hermione anyways?'
"Please take care of the boy. He's not a bad child, it's not his fault." Mrs. Weasley whispered, "Ah, don't worry too much. I'll take care of Harry. He's Sirius's godchild; I know Sirius would want me to take good care of him and that's quite what I plan on doing." Remus said, offering a reassuring smile. Mrs. Weasley simply nodded, "Yes yes, I imagine you're right...Thank you. Tell him we're very sorry.." Remus raised an eyebrow, "Tell him yourself." He said and nodded behind Mrs. Weasley. She gasped and turned, spotting Harry. He stood there, holding his belongings as if they were the only thing he had in the world.
"Harry, oh my I feel dreadful! We're sorry, please don't hold this against us!" Harry just nodded and walked past her. Empty words. 'She's probably just saying that because she's afraid I'll join legions with Voldemort. She just wants to be on my best side if that happens so I might spare her.' Harry thought to himself.
Remus offered to take a suitcase but Harry didn't acknowledge it. Remus gave him a worried look but didn't say anything, "Hang tight." Remus instructed. Harry nodded, he hated Apparating. "Tell Ron and Hermoine they were the best friends I'd have ever hoped for." Harry said to Mr. Weasley right before Remus apparated them.
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Harry's brain felt like it was soon to explode. He felt pressure hit him from every direction and all he could do was grit his teeth in pain. 'I'll surely have a headache now..' He thought glumly.
"Harry?" Asked a voice. Harry opened his eyes and discovered his whereabouts. The Black House. His heart sank as he recalled memories, God how he missed Sirius! "Harry?" The voice repeated, just as patient as the first time. Finally Harry glanced over to the owner and wasn't suprised to see Mad Eye. "Hey Moody." He said quietly. Moody bit his lip and seemed rather worried, "You ok kid?" "Yeah. Yeah I'll be fine."
"Good, we have more important matters." Came Remus's voice. Harry hadn't noticed he'd left. He must have been really out of it, normally he paid closer attention to people around him. Remus came into view and within his arms was Harry's arch rival. Draco Malfoy. "Draco!?" Harry exclaimed. "He can't hear you, he's still unconscious." Mumbled Remus. "Ah yes...I um..Had a dream he was attacked by a Death Eater. He was instructed to be killed, orders directly from Voldemort." Harry said so deadly it was as if he were reading the words.
"You had a dream?" Moody asked, nosey. "Yeah." was all Harry would say, "Tell me," He began again, "What were you doing to have found him?" Moody smirked proudly, "Well we-" "We were following orders," Remus interupted, "we were told to investigate an area off to the north of here. Said it was reported there was some evil work happening in an old abandoned house. Just a place some Death Eaters were hiding out at. Just so turns out it was were Draco was."
Harry cocked an eyebrow at that, "I thought he had been killed." Remus chuckled, "So did we. Pale he was, and talk about cold! We were sure he was dead, but another witch said we should take him with us and decide what to do later. Well we took him back to a hideout... No one quite knew what we were to do with him, so it was either him be killed or Mad Eye and I take him into refuge and offer him to you." "Me?" questioned Harry. "Yeah, we want your orders of what to do with him." Mad Eye said, spitting on the wooden floor. Harry had to ignore the spit gesture, "Tend to his wounds and if he lives I'll talk with him later." "As you say."
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The days in the Black House passed very slowly and painfully. Harry had been told he was not to be allowed into Hogwarts anymore. Dumbledore was the only reason he'd been before. Instead of looked at as a savior as he had been, he was know feared. In people's eyes he had become a lure for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The mere reason he stayed around was that he had nothing back in the muggle world. No family or friends..not that he had any here. He'd lost everything.
He'd left a note on Ron's bedside. He wasn't sure if Ron would ever read it, but all the same it read:
Ron
and Hermoine, I'm not sure what's happening. I'm so confused.
I have to make this brief and I apologize. You may not ever see me
again. Don't blame anyone, it's understandable. So fare well, I'm
gone. Please don't try to follow me. While I'm gone everything will
be alright. Harry
"In a world of darkness there will always be somebody that loves you." Came a voice from the back of his mind. "What was that?" He asked aloud. He didn't quite remember the voice. It was an older females...Was it perhaps just in his head?? Before he had time to think of it Remus walked into the kitchen. "Draco's awaken."
Harry looked up at him, had been staring at the ground for some time. "OK." Harry said and stood, trailing past Remus and into the living room. His eyes wandered to the couch farthest right. It was a dark green, like the rest of the furniture, and didn't look to have been cleaned in a while. He watched the figure sitting up on it. Malfoy. Malfoy didn't seem to acknowledge his presense. His eyes remained glued to the floor.
Harry had to hold in a gasp-- Malfoy was a wreck. There was blood plastered on every inch of his shirt and pants. His skin had cuts on every area and one especially large patched up one on his chest that still leaked some crimson liquid. His hair was filthy and knotty. His once lovely gray eyes had darkened, looking deathly. His whole being radiated death. The thing that got him the most was the mark on his arm. His armsleeve had gotten ripped off and there was a horrid bleeding mark. A Death Eater mark. The flesh was all soft and slimy like a new wound. It looked like it never had gotten cleaned even once before.
A horrible sick feeling came over Harry. He bit his lip, "Malfoy?" Draco didn't look up. It was as if he didn't even hear him. "Malfoy!?" Harry snapped more impatiently. Draco finally raised his head but looked right past Harry at the wall behind him, like he didn't see him. Harry shook lightly but he didn't quite understand why.
"Sorrow has sank deep inside my blood, all the ones around me, I cared for and loved have been killed. I've been left alone with no strength..I can't love msyelf any longer. I hope they don't forget me or cry now that I've gone. If so they'll be crying alone because I've gone away." Draco whispered hoarsly.
Harry shot him a confused look, "What are you talking about Malfoy?"
"Hate runs deep inside me for what he's done." Malfoy whispered and then slowly looked at Harry. "Potter, will you do me a favor?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Depends..what?"
A sad smile slowly formed on Draco's otherwise dead face, "I just want to die. Take away my life. Lay me down..please. Despair has taken it's toll. I know none of this can be right, it's like I'm stuck in a dream.." He started to laugh miserably, "No no..a nightmare. Please. Be my savior. Take away my life."
Harry had a sort of stunned look on his face, "Malfoy, snap out of it!"
Draco started to laugh crazily, "KILL ME!" He screamed.
Harry
shook in mild fright. He was alone with Draco. After Remus alerted
him Draco was awake he had seen him apparate.
Mad
Eye on the other hand had left earlier this morning.
"Malfoy!"
"KILL ME!! KILL ME!! TAKE AWAY MY LIFE PLEASE!!! HAVE MERCY!" Draco pleaded, screaming as loud as he could. One of the portraits of Sirius's mom had awaken and was screaming in reply, saying how terrible it was that such filth was in her home.
By this point Harry decided to take order. He walked to Draco and slapped him across the face rather hard. Draco's eyes were wide for a second but they calmed and seemed to go back to their normal shade of gray. Harry watched as Draco met his gaze.
"Potter?" He whispered. Harry nodded, "So you are still slightly sane."
Draco looked at him with the most confused and helpless look Harry had ever seen. It reminded him so much of himself.
"Look...I'm sorry about whatever has happened to you but I have been instructed to give you a truth potion." Harry growled.
Draco shot him a nasty look, "Too bad for you that bastard werewolf already has. That's why he left was to, "Phone in the results." Bastard!" Draco exclaimed, sounding pissed.
Harry however, didn't believe him. "Look, I don't know what the bloody hell you're hiding but you're taking the potion Malfoy!"
Draco looked at him as if he'd been insulted rather badly, "Are you calling me a liar!?"
Harry glared, "When have you not been?" he snapped, getting annoyed.
"YOU FILTHY IMPURE MIX BREED!" Shouted Draco.
Harry had a strong urge to punch him now but ignored it and walked out of the room. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a green vile from the counter, looking like it had already been used once before. Harry shrugged it off and walked back into the living room to find Draco still the same place. He didn't expect him to leave. Where could he have gone? He wasn't needed in this world..
"Ok, let me put this on your tongue." Snapped Harry. Draco growled, "THAT STUFF IS HORRID AND I REFUSE!! I'VE ALREADY HAD IT DONE ONCE!" Harry glared and shoved him against the couch, pinning him roughly, "TAKE IT!" He said, agitated. "NO!" "OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND LET ME PUT IT IN!" "NO POTTER, I DON'T WANT THAT IN MY MOUTH!" "SHUT UP, YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE IN THE MATTER, NOW OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND ACCEPT IT!" "NO!! IT'S SO BITTER!"
They were too busy fighting to notice someone had arrived, Moody. Moody leaned against the doorway, listening to them but not daring to enter. 'What the bloody hell? What exactly are they doing in there!?' Mad Eye thought and twitched. 'I thought they hated each other!' With that he kind of bit his lip and decided it best to leave for now. With that he turned and went down in the basement of the house to read...And try and ignore what was happening upstairs..
"POTTER!" Malfoy screamed but it was too late, Harry had grabbed his tongue and held it out as he dropped two drops of the green liquid on his tongue. Draco almost gagged, feeling sickened. "Now then, did Remus use this on you earlier?" Harry asked, smirking a cheeky smile as he waited to see what Draco would say, "Yes. He asked me all sorts of questions." Draco said in a voice that didn't sound like his own. "Like what?" Harry demanded. "Like if I was a Death Eater." "Are you?" "No, Voldemort wants me killed because I didn't obey his orders to kill Albus Dumbledore." "Why didn't you?" "Because I never wanted to be a Death Eater in the first place. Father made me. I'm not a killer." "Ok..that's good enough." Harry finished and stood to get Draco some water.
As Harry left Draco was quick to hug his
knees and cry. He didn't want Potter to see but he just couldn't
hold it in any longer. However so many problems weighed down on his
chest, heavy and painful:
No one trusted him, his current
sanctuary was in the home of his previous enemy, he didn't want to
live anymore, he had no more friends, his family was murdered, his
aunt wanted to kill him, and he was just a walking talking fuck up.
"This is unconceivable. Voldemort is the devil himself.
Breaking apart the ones I loved...No nightmare could ever have
prepared me for the deaths I've seen." Draco whispered to
himself, sounding distant and pained.
He didn't notice as Harry came in the room. Harry wasn't quick to announce his presense, listening to what Draco had to say.
"I don't want to breathe anymore, my essense has left. No more nights please, no more pain." He said quietly and dropped his head against his knees, letting tears stream down his eyes.
Harry's heart was heavy; at least when Draco was asleep he didn't have to think about such pain. Though deep down Harry knew that sleeping couldn't be much worse, the nightmares Draco must be having must hurt so very badly.
Harry watched a glimmer of metal and saw a dagger in Draco's right hand. Why hadn't Remus taken it up, and more importantly, what was Malfoy about to do with it..?
"Draco?" He asked, using his name for once. Draco however didn't seem to hear him, it was as if he was blocking out the whole world.
Harry narrowed his eyes in sympathy. How bad must it hurt to know you're connected to a man that's killed countless, including your own family. How bad could it feel to know that if he ever left this house he'd get killed instantly. How bad did he feel that the good and the bad was against him. The good thought he was a death eater and the bad wanted him killed for not being.
Malfoy had no sanctuary. He was an enigma that held no further place in the world. He wasn't needed. He had been used and thrown away like a used up cigarrate.
'His life was etched in stone before he made a choice of his own.' Harry thought to himself sadly.
"No one will miss me when I'm gone." Draco whispered and held the dagger to his chest. "I would." Harry found himself saying without realizing.
Immediately Draco looked at him. His eyes were soft and pained. They studied Harry's as if begging for help, for anything that might save him. "Potter?"
"All I can do is watch as my world falls apart." Harry said softly. Draco looked at him slightly confused, "Your world?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah. I lost all my friends. Been told I was too dangerous to be around. I got kicked out of Hogwarts, I'm not welcome." Draco looked a bit shocked, "Still though, you've not lost as much as I-" "You got to see your parents at least. I barely remember mine. I wish I could have gotten to know them." Harry said calmly. "Still though, you've not had to see the things I have." Draco replied, watching him with slight distaste. "I have though Malfoy. I've seen everything imaginable. Cedric, yeah he was a great guy." Harry looked to the ground as he said Cedric.
Draco watched him in silence, "Seems like we both lost a reason to live, huh?" He finally asked. Harry didn't say anything for a minute but finally looked up to reply, "I suppose in a way we have. However I won't give up. Someone once told me that in a world of darkness there is always someone who loves you." Draco raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps for you. You are Golden. Untouchable."
Harry chuckled at that, "If you must know, Malfoy, I've been dubbed unsafe. I've been dubbed a lure for Voldemort, I'm not wanted anywhere. All I can do is stay here. I'm not wanted in the Muggle world or the Wizard." Malfoy shot him an angry look, "Ah don't even go there. You must be so very loved in your muggle family!! They must be so proud to have a special kid." Harry looked at him with a hurt expression, "Wow. You really don't know a thing about me, do you?"
Malfoy didn't reply, finding Potter to be acting rather annoying. Complaining when he surely had NOTHING to complain about. He was loved. Whether or not he admitted it. Malfoy had it worse. He had no one in the world he could turn to, whereas Potter already had two in the same household. Then there were the friends of those wizards. No matter what Potter always had someone to rely on. Draco had never had that, ever. Why should Potter be able to complain when he didn't know the true feeling of suffer?
Harry watched him with as if knowing what he was thinking. "You can be doubt and I'll be your faith." He said from no where. Malfoy gave him a wierd look, "What the hell are you saying?" He asked. Was Potter gay or something!? "Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother." Replied Harry. Draco watched him with slight confusement, "Just shut up Potter." He snapped. "We can't be friends. I hate you too much. We're both losers of this world damned to be forever lonely." Harry watched him as he said this. "Draco?" "Yeah?" "Let's be losers together."
"What?"
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Remus and Moody walked down a long corridor, looking as if it were all just a normal day. They stopped at a door with the numbers 145 tacked on. Moody rapped on the door and they watched as it barely opened. "Yes?" Came a haunting voice. Remus and Moody were both not affected by the tone, used to this sort of thing by now. "We're here to phone in results of the Truth Test against the defendent, D.M." Remus said. Neither were able to see the person inside who stayed hidden. Most organizations chose to stay even more secretive in these times and it was understandable. "Ah yes!" exclaimed the voice, "Quick report please."
Remus withdrew a notepad from out of his back pocket and began to read what it said,
"Draco
Malfoy,
Age, seventeen
Sex, Male
Position, Innocent
Death
Eater, Negative
Fugitive, Positive
Endangered, Highly
Killer,
Negative
When asked if he has ever used an Unforgivable Curse he
responded with no."
Moody smiled in approval as Remus got done reading the list off. "Alright alright. He is innocent. You may do whatever you wish with him, though I don't suggest taking him in a large crowd. He's not exactly loved." The voice said with slight amusement. "Yes, yes we know all this!" Moody said impatiently, "Now may we please go!?" Remus leaned against the wall, wondering the same thing. "Negative. I have a mission for you two, hope you have no plans tonight or tommorrow." The voice said. "Fine." Remus growled, "Harry will be so worried." Moody chuckled and winked, "Nai, I warned him we might get called into a chore."
"You're good."
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End
of 1st Chap. : -Yoharashi
A/N: Yes yes, I have probably gone slightly
insane. This story is my oddest yet, but oh well. I'm hoping to get
to twenty chapters but I can't do this without the strength I get
from reviews. You guys gotta give me a kick in the butt to keep me
going. :D. I really hope you like it so far, and if you don't I may
cry.
This is my first attempt at a Drarry fic so I'm not sure
how good it is..T-T..Please tell mePleeing look I'll give you a
cookie. 8D.
ALSO I'd like to apologize for the shortness of this
chapter. I'll make it up in the next, kk?
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