…Hide in the Shadows…


When the war is over Death Eater children and families are abandoned to the muggle world. Draco Malfoy has survived but is dieing on the inside, trying to hold onto his breaking heart! Future HP/DM!


Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's Harry Potter. But if I kill enough people… I might get it… I don't own the song either!

Rating: M

Warnings: Yaoi/Slash… depression.

Genre: Angst/Romance!


RG: Hello! Just letting you know only the first chapter is a song-fic ('I am a Rock')

Draco-muse: Hi! Now… where's-?

Harry-muse: (Runs in panting) S-Sorry I'm late…

RG: Okay! Let's begin!



Prologue


A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly-fallen silent shroud of snow

Cold slate gray eyes wandered freely over the road bellow, snow crystals floated from the darkened sky. A shiver ran through the man's thin frame as he watched cars drive silently by, never stopping, always passing. It was enough to drive someone over the edge.

I am a rock
I am an island

Looking away from the mesmerizing sight of snow, the blonde man turned back to his room taking in the sight. A bed, a desk and a bookshelf were the only things he had and all that he truly needed. The desk was piled with parchment, all covered in writing, poems, and stories.

I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain

The man was very thin and had pale pointed features, but sad eyes that screamed silently into the night.

Everything had been so easy when he was younger. Everything was given to him. Everyone had looked up to him. But it had taken another boy to bring him down.

Harry Potter had been a hero in everyone's eyes, that was probably the reason Draco had despised the Gryffindor for all those years at Hogwarts, but yet, at the same time looked up to the 'Golden Boy'.

I am a rock
I am an island

Harry. The-boy-who-wouldn't die; who killed the Dark Lord and led the Wizarding world into joyful times. Unknowingly casting the children of Death Eater's into the shadows of the muggle world.

Did Harry know that those looked down upon were discarded, like nothing, from the magical world? Probably not…

Don't talk of love
Well I've heard that word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb its slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I'd never loved
I never would have cried

Draco Malfoy was one of those children to be… removed from the magical realm, but he didn't complain, he knew it would happen in the end.

But what had really hurt the teen was not that his own people had turned on him, no, what hurt him was that he never had the time to tell the one that he loved about his feelings before they were ripped away from each other. Of course Harry would've probably looked down on Draco in disgust…

And the ex-Slytherin wouldn't blame Harry either…

I am a rock
I am an island

Draco stood, pulling his long white-blonde hair into a ponytail; stray strands fell against pale skin. He had been taught as a child not to cry, it hurt him so much to hold back those tears, those emotions. To hide behind the Malfoy façade he had been taught to use at such a young age.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my room
I touch no-one and no-one touches me

The teen shook his head, trying to forget those memories buried deep in the darkest reaches of his mind. Walking over to his desk, Draco slumped into the old chair before picking up any spare piece of parchment and a red and gold quill. Some of the things he could just scrape up for, just enough to buy some parchment…

I am a rock
I am an island

He didn't know how long he sat there writing, he didn't care if the world went round without him. Draco had learnt over his time in the muggle world that the world didn't revolve around him.

The blonde man didn't seem to notice the tears streaming down his face until the first drop hit the page, causing ink to blur and merge with other letters.

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries…

Covering his mouth with a hand, Draco smothered a sob rising in his throat. Turning away from his work Draco went to his bed before sinking into it. All his pride had died with his mother, his strength beaten down with his father's soulless body in Azkaban. Draco held the burden of a broken heart and no one cared if he died from it or not.

For the first time since Draco could remember, he let tears fall, let sobs rack his trembling body, and for once everything made sense…

He was lovesick and it hurt…


RG: I thought this was sad… go on FLAME ME! I know you want to!

Harry-muse: I wasn't in it… (pout)

RG: Hey! The world doesn't revolve around you!

Draco-muse: Yeah! It revolves around ME! (Does a little dance)

RG: (Sighs)… Oh well! I was sure Draco would learn a lesson from this one… I was obviously wrong…

Draco-muse: What? A lesson? (distracted) Look! POPCORN!

RG: (Shakes head) REVIEW!