Authors note: This is my first time; so R&R tell me what you think :]
Disclaimer: I don't even own a cheese sandwich. So I definitely do not own Harry Potter.
Harry was walking down the sand covered path way from his countryside house in muggle coastal England. He could hear the waves crashing on the shore and the sharp smell of salt water filled his nose. It was a dark night and he couldn't sleep; he hadn't been able to sleep much lately; not since the war. Sure the first few weeks after the war had been amazing; full of parties and celebrations including Ron and Hermione's engagement party. But most of his relaxed feelings and sleep were alcohol induced. Sure he was happy that Voldemort gone; but he couldn't get rid of the nightmares of his laughing face; standing over his Parents; Cedric Diggary; and others he'd lost; too many to count. Or maybe more than he EVER wanted to count. He couldn't. The guilt of the blood on his hands had close to killed him; it had ended his relationship with Ginny and any other girl that chased after him. Or atleast that was one of the easier ones explanations. And certainly the better one to explain to them and the press that still stalked him every were. Headlines had read: "He can save the wizarding world; but he can't hold down a relationship?" "Has Harry Peaked at 17?" "What ended our Hinny " or the best "What not to do in a relationship; the Harry Potter example" It drove him mad; this was all confusing enough to him without him not being able to pick up a news paper and feel a kick in the stomach.
These were the regular thoughts that plagues Harry's mind as He walked this path at night. He looked up at the stars and felt a pang of loneliness; maybe if he could just get away from everything it wouldn't be so difficult for him to find a guy. But he could just imagine the headlines: "Harry Potter Gay!" "Tips to spot if your boyfriend is gay! All the Harry Potter signs"... And besides that what would his friends think? And Ginny would die from embarrassment. The only person he's ever told was Luna; and all she said was "Don't fret Harry; the Shnargels already told me; I've always known" between bites of pasta. Apparently the Shnargels; that Luna insisted were real; had a better gay-dar than the whole wizarding world. He smiled at the thought.
Besides who would look past all the "Chosen One" stuff and see just Harry? And sit with him through the night when he woke up screaming with nightmares. No one.
He was pulled out of his dream-like thoughts when he notices something odd just a few feet away from him that hadn't been there before.
He turned with such sudden surprise he had to steady himself against a tree to stop from falling over.
Harry had walked this way over a thousand times and he had never seen this before. He walked closer to see what it was. He was weary but had a touch of excitement in his walk; it was something new; out of his ordinary. And he loved the intrigue.
He reached the shining white figure and saw is was a well. A well made out of pure white marble and it seemed to shine even in the dark. It was covered in inscriptions he couldn't make out; they seemed to be constantly moving; shifting. Until finally Harry placed his hands on the cold stone; and the words stopped moving; and started forming; he stood back as the rim now read: "The Oracle Well; What Do You Wish To Find?"
Harry gasped; this was the Oracle Well; the one he'd read about in one of Ron's many wizard children's story books. It was said to appear when you were lost; then show you what you wish yet give you what you need. Harry pinched himself just to be sure he wasn't going crazy. He flinched; this was real.
He frantically searched for any coin in his pockets. He came up dry. Harry cursed himself wishing he had a coin to wish on. And on that a pure white coin appeared on the edge of the well.
He was shocked but didn't question. I mean he'd gone to Hogwarts for Merlins sake; he was used to weird.
He picked up the coin that appeared to be the same cold; hard yet beautiful and smooth stone of the well itself.
He closed his eyes and threw it in.
The water inside began to spin violently. Then suddenly calm. Nothing. Dammit; he can't believe he even trusted this for a second. He looked down into the water and said, "So what is this huh? What's here?" And so the water rose; higher and higher. Harry stumbled backwards; and landed on the floor. He watched the new wall of water emerging from the well. It started almost projecting an image.
A man sitting on a front porch; skinny but athletic. He looked abit taller than Harry; his head was down and he was dressed in tight black jeans ripped in many places. He was wearing a old tattered hooded jacked and a black t-shirt. The wind was blowing and he tightened his hoodie and pulled his jacket tighter. And he was crying. Not the screaming kind of tears; but soft broken tears with jagged heaved breathing.
Harry's heart practically jumped out of his chest with sympathy for this man. He looked 19 just like Harry and Harry knew to well the broken emotions this guy seemed to be conveying. "How can I help him?" Harry said quietly and desperately. Harry began to turn away when the words started to re-form. It came up with an address. He again cursed himself for having nothing to write it down with. As he spoke it; a letter in perfect white paper emerged from the water and words black as the night itself appeared. The address.
Harry snatched if from mid-air and read it. It was a mid-London address; and it seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. But he looked at the man crying there and he thought he needed to help. He felt such strong emotion; compassion and hurt for this guy it was killing him. It almost felt like seeing the person you loved cry. Yea; that's it. Even though Harry didn't know who this pale; lanky figure was; he was had this odd feeling of love towards him. And tears welled up in Harrys eyes. How could he feel such a connection with he's never even met?
He saw a huge gust of wind drive through the projection. And the figure's hoodie was blown off to expose a head of platinum blonde hair.
No.
At this the figure looked up.
No.
And Harry was met with the most amazing grey eyes.
No.
Harry's heart shattered as he fell into those perfect familiar grey eyes. He felt home.
NO!
How could he feel so much painful love; for Draco Malfoy?