TITLE: I'll be your anything
NAME: Jack Quaker
SUMMARY: "I wanted to be your friend but you wouldn't let me so I settled with being your enemy. And now I can't even be that. I can't even be your memory. If I could, I'd be your anything."
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or anything pertaining to the world of Harry Potter.
WARNING: Slash of the Harry/Draco variety. AU, completely ignores books 6 & 7. Lots of OOC and fluff and very little plot (which is prolly why I actually managed to finish it)
A/N: Okay, so I know I should be working In The Silence but I was going through my old stories and found this one and was hit with the sudden desire to finish it… so I did. Yes, that's right, this story is already COMPLETED!! I'm so proud… out of the dozen or so stories that I've started this is only the third I've ever completed. So yeah… Hope you all enjoy.
Also, Just so you all know this story was inspired by the song Memory by Sugarcult.
PROLOGUERon paced impatiently for his girlfriend Hermione to arrive. They had planned to go visit Harry in the hospital together and she was due to arrive any minute. It had been six months since Voldemort's defeat and Harry still hadn't woken. No one was quite sure what was wrong with him; the best the doctors could give was that Harry didn't want to wake up. Ron snorted at this. Not want to wake up? Why wouldn't Harry want to wake up? Voldemort was dead and everyone was safe. Sure, there had been a few casualties along the way but it was over now. A pop let Ron know of Hermione's arrival.
"About bloody time." Ron grumbled as he turned to her. She gave an indignant huff.
"I know your worried about Harry, Ron, I am too but that's no reason to take it out on me. I came here as fast as I could." Ron continued to glare at her for a moment before his face softened with a sigh. Suddenly he looked very tired.
"I know Hermione. I-I'm just so worried about him. It's been six months." Hermione wrapped comforting arms around her boyfriend, wishing for a moment that things were the other way around.
"It'll be okay Ron. Harry's strong. Come, let's go see him." She pulled away and the two disappeared with no more than a small pop.
Not five minutes later Ron and Hermione were standing over the bed of their best friend in the critical care section of St. Mungo's. Harry looked much as he always had, his cuts and bruises long healed. If someone didn't know better they'd merely think he was in a light sleep. Hermione sat in the only available chair while Ron stood at her side.
"Hello Harry, mate." Ron spoke to the comatose young man in a soft voice. There was no response, not that he expected any.
At his side Hermione was fighting a losing battle against her tears. At first they fell silently but were soon accompanied by despairing sobs. Ron wrapped his long arms around her comfortingly, blinking back his own tears. Several minutes later her tears were suddenly silenced by a soft groan. Like lighting both Ron and Hermione whipped around to see Harry's eyelashes begin to flutter and finally open with another moan.
"Harry! Oh Merlin Harry!" Ron was immediately at Harry's side smiling down at the now awake young man. Hermione had also moved to his side. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks but now for a very different reason.
"Oh Harry! You're awake! How are you feeling? Are you all right? Do you need anything? Water?" Hermione rambled. Green eyes stared back at her in confusion. Silently they slid over to Ron and back again, taking in both flushed faces. He opened his mouth to talk but all that came out was a dry croak. "Ron, go get him some water." The red head nodded and poured a glass from the bedside table handing it to Harry who took it was a grateful look. Both watched in rapt attention as he guzzled down the water and then waited for him to speak when he finished. Silence ensued as they watched him and he looked back nervously.
"So mate… how ya feeling?" Ron finally prompted when it became clear that Harry wasn't going to speak on his own.
"Alright I suppose." The man answered, his voice raspy from lack of use.
"That's wonderful Harry." Hermione beamed at him. He merely shrugged and all was covered in silence once more as the three continued to look at each other. Ron and Hermione were beginning to become very uncomfortable with the silence when Harry finally spoke up once more.
"Um… were is… this?"
"Of course! How stupid of us." Hermione slapped herself on the forehead. "After the final battle we found you unconscious from your fight with Voldemort. You were taken here to St. Mungo's for treatment. That was half a year ago."
"Oh… and… and who are you?" Both Ron and Hermione's mouths dropped open in shock. Harry looked at the two feeling very nervous and self-conscious. These feelings were only made worse as Hermione threw herself tearfully into Ron's arms and proceeded to sob harder than she had minutes ago.
Not one of the three noticed the figure watching from the shadows.