Title: Redemption
chapter: 1/?
Rating: Pg 13 (for now)
Warnings: Slash in later chapters.
Parings: DM x HP (others tbd)
archive: www.fanfiction.net under Abby Maxwell
www.foreverfandom.com under Abby Maxwell
I'm sick of people writing stories about Harry where he's no longer the golden boy after all is over and done with. I here
by am determined to write a story that involves Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione and does NOT make Harry all doom
and gloom. Granted he must be sad about it but he will NOT be doom and gloom.I have a pusher someone to remind
me about this story and make sure I keep working on it. *waves to Tonio* so don't worry, you will get a
conclusion, if it kills me...or him....or both!
Taka (beta): ^_^ I also wanna point out that the more you review, the more she writes, the faster the chapters, the better
they get, the happier we are! *giggles * Ja!
Redemption
"GO AHEAD! FIRE IF YOU WANT!" Harry shouted, throwing out his arms, standing before his friends.
Voldermort laughed, and raised his want on the defenseless Harry.
"Foolish boy...as foolish as your mother and father were...." Voldermort seemed to hiss as he raised his wand,
but when he shouted the incantation, nothing happened. They all stood there, watching with bated breath, all eyes trained
on Voldermort's wand. A wand that had killed so many, that had killed Harry's parents, whose brother was laying not
far from Harry, but far enough for it to be out of his reach. Voldermort's red eyes narrowed as he tried again, but still...
nothing happened. Harry's arms dropped, and he watched closely as the wand began to shiver. It shivered, and shook,
and trembled in Voldermort's bony hand then the tip began to glow. It glowed green for a second then brightened, and
brightened, until it took hold of the whole wand. Voldermort watched his wand, looking quiet frightened. His usually
narrowed beady red eyes grew wide with fear as he shook his hand, trying to release the wand, but his hand would not
open. He shouted, shaking his head. "No! NO! I'll not be defeated! Not by a simple BRAT like you! No!" he shook his
arm furiously to rid himself of the wand but it was not going away and now his hand had turned green. The color slowly
creeped up his arm, till it engulfed his entire body. "NOOOO!" he shouted as he completely disappeared in the green
glow.
When they were able to look again, the death eaters gasped in shock, everyone else gasped in amazement.
Voldermort was now no more then a pile of dust with a wand lying atop it. There was silence, total and complete silence.
Everyone was still, watching the dust as he blew away in the wind. The death eaters looked up at Harry, then at the
order members and turned to flee. Some dis-apperated, others just ran.
"AFTER THEM!" Remus shouted, running with the others. Harry just stood there, staring down at the ashes
which were almost gone by now. Everyone flowed past him, shouted and holding their wands high. Once everyone was
gone and it was just he, Ron and Hermione standing there, Harry went over to his wand, picked it up from the ground
and stuffed it into his pants waistband, then went over to Voldermort's wand. He picked it up and dusted the ashes off.
It hummed in his hand, and felt similar to his wand, but not as warm.
"I'm keeping this," he said in a low even tone. Then turning to his friends he smiled a little. "It's ok, it's over now."
He fell to his knees then pitched forward passing out.
Harry had spent a week in the hospital wing, and then went on to catch up on his work in classes. He worked
hard and studied hard and graduated just under Hermione. He went on to enter the Auror academy of Bretton and
graduated at 24. It's now we find not so young Harry, sitting behind a mahogany desk, slender toned arms filling out
paper work. A shinny gold nameplate sat on his desk and read "Harry Potter, Auror, Head of Processing Captured
Death Eaters." His hair was still wild, and his emerald green eyes still hid behind glasses but they weren't like his large
frames, these glasses were small framed and perched delicately on his nose. He frustratedly pushed them back up and
slid the paper work aside.
"Paper work...I'm doing paper work...ME...Harry Potter, the kid who destroyed Voldermort, is stuck now
behind a desk." He sighed shaking his head. "Oh well..." He leaned back finally finished with the day's paper work with
twenty minutes to spare. He leaned back and sighed, looking at the ceiling. It was times like this he cherished. Glancing
around, there were several pictures on the walls of his office. Of his graduation day, a framed picture of his parents and
of Sirius, and a small picture of Harry's little girl, Olivia, from Harry's broken marriage to Cho (it'd had lasted about ten
months.), newspaper articles about the captures he'd made, and about the day he struck down Voldermort. Then came
upon his prize piece, Voldermort's wand, not snapped but sealed in a frame. He looked at his and sighed, almost smiling.
He seemed to remember one day, recalling how boring normal life was. Not having to worry about being attacked by
some new evil, not having to be constantly looking over your shoulder, wondering when they were going to attack.
Harry was just glad he didn't end up like mad-eye. Always watching out for dark wizards, and not trusting anything. He
chuckled and looked back at his desk. He was just packing up when he heard a commotion outside his office. He got up
and opened the door, peeking out. He saw something he hadn't expected, not in his last ten minutes of work, and not in
his entire life. A couple of Aurors were escorting a skinny built young man, his age, with bright blond hair. He thrashed
and tried to get away, pulling at his bonds and pulling at his captures.
"Let go of me! Unhand me! Vermin mudbloods!!" the blond shouted, struggling. Harry knew that voice and he
couldn't move. He was just...struck dumb. Here, being brought to him, was Draco Malfoy. Son of one of the cruelest of
Death Eaters, and the only boy to have completely have captured Harry's heart. Harry was jerked out of his thoughts
when the two panting Aurors stopped in front of him, saluting him quickly.
"Mr. Potter." Draco stopped thrashing about, just staring back at Harry. "Caught this one out side Endenborough
sir. Put up quiet a fight." Harry nodded slowly and stepped aside, letting them pass into the office. Draco craned his head
to keep eye contact with Harry as long as he could. He seemed...shocked. His life was in Harry's hands now, the roles
had been reversed. Harry went to his desk and took the paper work from the two and looked it over.
"My Draco...you've got yourself a little list going here..." He looked up, "could you excuse us? I need to talk to
him alone" The two looked slightly uncomfortable at leaving their commander alone with him. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He smiled and the nodded, leaving the room. Harry stood and walked around his old rival. "My how you've changed.
Your chained, bound. You know...your life is in my hands..." he finished his circle and sat down on his desk. "I have the
power to excuse you and send you to a rehab center, or to pack you off to Azkaban to join your father." he fiddled with
his wand slightly. "Or..."
"I don't need your charity Potter!" Draco spat, glaring at his former rival. A small smile spread across Harry's
lips as he shook his head.
"I'm not offering you charity, Draco, I'm offering you redemption and a much warmer place to sleep then a rehab
center." Draco stopped and thought for a minute. "Draco...your not a Malfoy any more, your name carries about as
much weight as a paper weight. Now listen to reason, it's either life in Azkaban, I call those two Aurors back in here
and have them take you down to the rehab center, or...."
"Or..." Draco had stopped pulling on his bonds and watched Harry for a while.
"Or you can come with me, to my home and I'll help you though...whatever it is your going though." He stood in
front of Draco and looked into his eyes. "We both know what it's like to be singled out, alone in a crowded room. The
least we can do...is keep each other company. Plus, I could use the help around the house and it's less paper work for
me." He smiled, holding out his hand. "Do we have a deal? No trying to kill me, no rehab center." Draco looked at
Harry's hand as if expecting it to bite him, and raised his hand, still bound to the other. He grasped Harry's hand firmly
and shook it.
"A Malfoy's good to his word. I'll not harm you or you're...offspring." Harry looked a little shocked.
"H-how did you know about my daughter?" Draco sneered and chuckled a little.
"Potter, just because I was on the run, didn't mean I didn't read the papers and listen to the talk. Everyone knew
you had a daughter. How is that wife of yours?" He sneered again. Harry squeezed his hand.
"We don't talk about Cho, house rule." His voice seemed to get a little darker with a tone of hurt in it and Draco
nodded.
"Fine."
AN: if there's anything myself or my faithful little Bete didn't catch, tell me and i'll rost you in the hellfires of all times!! Or
just correct it...whatever!
chapter: 1/?
Rating: Pg 13 (for now)
Warnings: Slash in later chapters.
Parings: DM x HP (others tbd)
archive: www.fanfiction.net under Abby Maxwell
www.foreverfandom.com under Abby Maxwell
I'm sick of people writing stories about Harry where he's no longer the golden boy after all is over and done with. I here
by am determined to write a story that involves Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione and does NOT make Harry all doom
and gloom. Granted he must be sad about it but he will NOT be doom and gloom.I have a pusher someone to remind
me about this story and make sure I keep working on it. *waves to Tonio* so don't worry, you will get a
conclusion, if it kills me...or him....or both!
Taka (beta): ^_^ I also wanna point out that the more you review, the more she writes, the faster the chapters, the better
they get, the happier we are! *giggles * Ja!
Redemption
"GO AHEAD! FIRE IF YOU WANT!" Harry shouted, throwing out his arms, standing before his friends.
Voldermort laughed, and raised his want on the defenseless Harry.
"Foolish boy...as foolish as your mother and father were...." Voldermort seemed to hiss as he raised his wand,
but when he shouted the incantation, nothing happened. They all stood there, watching with bated breath, all eyes trained
on Voldermort's wand. A wand that had killed so many, that had killed Harry's parents, whose brother was laying not
far from Harry, but far enough for it to be out of his reach. Voldermort's red eyes narrowed as he tried again, but still...
nothing happened. Harry's arms dropped, and he watched closely as the wand began to shiver. It shivered, and shook,
and trembled in Voldermort's bony hand then the tip began to glow. It glowed green for a second then brightened, and
brightened, until it took hold of the whole wand. Voldermort watched his wand, looking quiet frightened. His usually
narrowed beady red eyes grew wide with fear as he shook his hand, trying to release the wand, but his hand would not
open. He shouted, shaking his head. "No! NO! I'll not be defeated! Not by a simple BRAT like you! No!" he shook his
arm furiously to rid himself of the wand but it was not going away and now his hand had turned green. The color slowly
creeped up his arm, till it engulfed his entire body. "NOOOO!" he shouted as he completely disappeared in the green
glow.
When they were able to look again, the death eaters gasped in shock, everyone else gasped in amazement.
Voldermort was now no more then a pile of dust with a wand lying atop it. There was silence, total and complete silence.
Everyone was still, watching the dust as he blew away in the wind. The death eaters looked up at Harry, then at the
order members and turned to flee. Some dis-apperated, others just ran.
"AFTER THEM!" Remus shouted, running with the others. Harry just stood there, staring down at the ashes
which were almost gone by now. Everyone flowed past him, shouted and holding their wands high. Once everyone was
gone and it was just he, Ron and Hermione standing there, Harry went over to his wand, picked it up from the ground
and stuffed it into his pants waistband, then went over to Voldermort's wand. He picked it up and dusted the ashes off.
It hummed in his hand, and felt similar to his wand, but not as warm.
"I'm keeping this," he said in a low even tone. Then turning to his friends he smiled a little. "It's ok, it's over now."
He fell to his knees then pitched forward passing out.
Harry had spent a week in the hospital wing, and then went on to catch up on his work in classes. He worked
hard and studied hard and graduated just under Hermione. He went on to enter the Auror academy of Bretton and
graduated at 24. It's now we find not so young Harry, sitting behind a mahogany desk, slender toned arms filling out
paper work. A shinny gold nameplate sat on his desk and read "Harry Potter, Auror, Head of Processing Captured
Death Eaters." His hair was still wild, and his emerald green eyes still hid behind glasses but they weren't like his large
frames, these glasses were small framed and perched delicately on his nose. He frustratedly pushed them back up and
slid the paper work aside.
"Paper work...I'm doing paper work...ME...Harry Potter, the kid who destroyed Voldermort, is stuck now
behind a desk." He sighed shaking his head. "Oh well..." He leaned back finally finished with the day's paper work with
twenty minutes to spare. He leaned back and sighed, looking at the ceiling. It was times like this he cherished. Glancing
around, there were several pictures on the walls of his office. Of his graduation day, a framed picture of his parents and
of Sirius, and a small picture of Harry's little girl, Olivia, from Harry's broken marriage to Cho (it'd had lasted about ten
months.), newspaper articles about the captures he'd made, and about the day he struck down Voldermort. Then came
upon his prize piece, Voldermort's wand, not snapped but sealed in a frame. He looked at his and sighed, almost smiling.
He seemed to remember one day, recalling how boring normal life was. Not having to worry about being attacked by
some new evil, not having to be constantly looking over your shoulder, wondering when they were going to attack.
Harry was just glad he didn't end up like mad-eye. Always watching out for dark wizards, and not trusting anything. He
chuckled and looked back at his desk. He was just packing up when he heard a commotion outside his office. He got up
and opened the door, peeking out. He saw something he hadn't expected, not in his last ten minutes of work, and not in
his entire life. A couple of Aurors were escorting a skinny built young man, his age, with bright blond hair. He thrashed
and tried to get away, pulling at his bonds and pulling at his captures.
"Let go of me! Unhand me! Vermin mudbloods!!" the blond shouted, struggling. Harry knew that voice and he
couldn't move. He was just...struck dumb. Here, being brought to him, was Draco Malfoy. Son of one of the cruelest of
Death Eaters, and the only boy to have completely have captured Harry's heart. Harry was jerked out of his thoughts
when the two panting Aurors stopped in front of him, saluting him quickly.
"Mr. Potter." Draco stopped thrashing about, just staring back at Harry. "Caught this one out side Endenborough
sir. Put up quiet a fight." Harry nodded slowly and stepped aside, letting them pass into the office. Draco craned his head
to keep eye contact with Harry as long as he could. He seemed...shocked. His life was in Harry's hands now, the roles
had been reversed. Harry went to his desk and took the paper work from the two and looked it over.
"My Draco...you've got yourself a little list going here..." He looked up, "could you excuse us? I need to talk to
him alone" The two looked slightly uncomfortable at leaving their commander alone with him. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He smiled and the nodded, leaving the room. Harry stood and walked around his old rival. "My how you've changed.
Your chained, bound. You know...your life is in my hands..." he finished his circle and sat down on his desk. "I have the
power to excuse you and send you to a rehab center, or to pack you off to Azkaban to join your father." he fiddled with
his wand slightly. "Or..."
"I don't need your charity Potter!" Draco spat, glaring at his former rival. A small smile spread across Harry's
lips as he shook his head.
"I'm not offering you charity, Draco, I'm offering you redemption and a much warmer place to sleep then a rehab
center." Draco stopped and thought for a minute. "Draco...your not a Malfoy any more, your name carries about as
much weight as a paper weight. Now listen to reason, it's either life in Azkaban, I call those two Aurors back in here
and have them take you down to the rehab center, or...."
"Or..." Draco had stopped pulling on his bonds and watched Harry for a while.
"Or you can come with me, to my home and I'll help you though...whatever it is your going though." He stood in
front of Draco and looked into his eyes. "We both know what it's like to be singled out, alone in a crowded room. The
least we can do...is keep each other company. Plus, I could use the help around the house and it's less paper work for
me." He smiled, holding out his hand. "Do we have a deal? No trying to kill me, no rehab center." Draco looked at
Harry's hand as if expecting it to bite him, and raised his hand, still bound to the other. He grasped Harry's hand firmly
and shook it.
"A Malfoy's good to his word. I'll not harm you or you're...offspring." Harry looked a little shocked.
"H-how did you know about my daughter?" Draco sneered and chuckled a little.
"Potter, just because I was on the run, didn't mean I didn't read the papers and listen to the talk. Everyone knew
you had a daughter. How is that wife of yours?" He sneered again. Harry squeezed his hand.
"We don't talk about Cho, house rule." His voice seemed to get a little darker with a tone of hurt in it and Draco
nodded.
"Fine."
AN: if there's anything myself or my faithful little Bete didn't catch, tell me and i'll rost you in the hellfires of all times!! Or
just correct it...whatever!