Title: Price of Those Who Love You
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash (Harry/Draco), creature fic
Spoilers: Takes place after Goblet of Fire
Disclaimer: Don't own.
The dreams started soon after placing one Harry Potter in the care of his Muggle family. At first, all that was heard was a soft sobbing, and a familiar, gentle voice whispering apologies constantly. It was almost a waking dream - all that was seen was the inside of his eyelids and he could feel the creases of the linens under him. Thinking it might be a person nearby, he had struggled towards consciousness, and opened sleepy eyes only to see the room was empty, and the voice quieted.
The dreams continued as such, never becoming more detailed than a woman's regretful tears and a strangely familiar feeling. He felt as if he knew what had happened, who it was, but the connection was never made. The voice remained too vague, too empty.
Nearly ten years passed of these dreams. Fortunately for his sanity, they didn't come every day, nor every week. They appeared random, as if there was a pattern he could not see or a piece that was missing from the puzzle. It was not until the start of a new school year that he realized there was a child in that mix he had known before - a magical ability he had felt years ago, and in his dreams. He had a sinking suspicion of who it was, but of not what it meant. Of course, it was some sort of spell. He would have to be an utter idiot not to feel that. But the type was something he had not known before, something that felt new, untested.
It was not until the end of the year that things became clear, and the magical scent finally cleared into a strange burst of living death. He awoke in the night, the tears drying on his face echoing the mother whispering over her child's sleeping form.
"Ah, Lily," he whispered, rubbing over the indentations where half-moon glasses sat. "What have you done?"