Day Walker
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything or anyone, except Damien.
Warning: Character death and slash. Hey, now you're warned, so don't complain to me if you're offended by my writing. I really don't appreciate being chewed on and spit back out via my review board. So if you don't like slash then please click your back button.
Summary: Sorrow and comfort...
~Chapter 2~
~Turn Of The Tide~
When Harry woke up the following morning he had a smile on his face. He couldn't actually remember his dream, but his entire body told him that it had been quite pleasant. If he concentrated really hard, he got a few flashes of black hair and blue eyes. 'Damien', thought Harry as he got out of bed and went to take a shower. 'I wonder what it would be like to hold him... Run my fingers though his hair...' When Harry had gone into the shower the other guys in his dorm had still been in their beds, but by the time he was finish they had all gone down for breakfast, so he just got his bag and climbed out the portrait hole.
As he entered the Great Hall Harry's eyes met Draco's, who were warm instead of expressing their usual hostility. Harry smiled quickly, and rather surprised, at Draco before he joined Ron and Hermione, accompanied by Damien, at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was her usual self.
"I wonder what Snape cooks up for us in Potions today... What if I haven't read about it? Oh no! I have to read!" Then she pulled out her book and buried her nose in it. Damien said 'hello' and smiled when Harry sat down. He didn't say anything else, but seemed to be dozing off in between his mouthfuls of fried eggs. He was obviously very tired. Ron, on the other hand, didn't greet him as he arrived, neither did he answer Neville when he asked him about their Defence Against The Dark Arts- homework. 'That's strange,' Harry thought, 'he seemed fine last night. Probably just tired...'
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In Potions class, later that day, the subject was poison.
"Today you're going to brew a poison called 'The Huntsman's Toxin'. The name comes from the days, when hunters who hunted for the fur and skin used it to kill their prey without external damage to the animal. But it takes an hour to kill a full-grown deer and therefore not very effec... MR. NESS!" Damien startled awake by the sound of Snape's voice.
"I don't know what you're used to from your previous school, Mr. Ness, but I doubt that sleeping during class is one of them. Ten points form Gryffindor! And at least try to stay awake from now on." Snape made a note in his book before he turned, with a dramatic toss of his cloak, to face the blackboard. He wrote the page numbers on it and said:
"You can read it yourselves." Then he sat down at his desk and scowled at the students as they opened their books.
Harry lent over and whispered in Ron's ear;
"I wonder if we can test the poison on the Slytherins?" (A/N: Well off course Ron didn't know about Harry's crush on Draco. We all know how he would react) Harry laughed, but Ron just snorted and turned away.
At the end of the lesson each of the students put a little bottle of poison into a cupboard in the classroom.
"Next lesson we will make the antidote and test both," said Snape the same second as the bell rang, "well, class dismissed."
"Ey, Ron! What's up with you?" Harry caught up with Ron in the corridor outside the dungeon.
"Nothing! I'm just a bit tired from yesterday, so get off my case," he snapped before he hurried on down the corridor.
"I was just wondering," Harry muttered to himself.
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A couple of days later Professor MacGonagall woke Harry up. She had tears running down her face.
"Harry... Ron is..." Her voice cracked. "Ron is... Is... Dead..."
"What?! He can't be!" He looked at her. She nodded. "NO!" Harry fell into MacGonagall's arms and began to cry loudly.
In the afternoon, the same day, Dumbledore called to his office.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" The headmaster's blue eyes were filled with tears.
"How am I feeling?! My best friend is dead How do you think I feel?" Harry felt a sting of guilt for letting his anger and sorrow out on the professor, but he couldn't help it.
"I know... I guess you want to know what happened?" Harry nodded.
"Madame Pomfrey has examined Ron's body and found out that he committed suicide. By poisoning."
"He killed himself?" Harry snapped out of his trance-like condition.
"Yes, I'm sorry to say it, but he did. Professor Snape has looked through his things this morning, including the dungeon, and saw that the bottle of poison that Ron brewed had gone missing. But it was to late. He was already dead." Dumbledore removed his glasses and wiped his eyes. "If you're up to it, I have to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?" Again Harry nodded.
"First of all," the professor pushed his glassed back in place, "did Ron seem depressed over the last couple of weeks?"
"No, not really. He was a bit edgy a few days ago, but I thought he was just tired." Harry started to sob again. The Headmaster conjured up a handkerchief and handed it to him.
Two hours, a whole lot of questions and four handkerchiefs later Harry sat next to Hermione at dinner. They were both picking their food. Harry knew he ought to eat, but he got sick to his stomach just by looking at the chicken on his plate.
"Harry...?" Hermione placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "Would it be all right with you if I go up to the dorm? I need some rest. It's been such an awful day. I can't believe that Ron would... Would..." She lost her ability to speak as the tears began to run down her face. Harry lent over and hugged her tightly.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Technically that was a lie, but he needed some time alone. Everyone had given him their condolences, Hagrid had nearly squashed him with one of his hugs. "Ey, 'Mione..? Have you seen Damien today...?"
"Yes. I saw him this morning. Right after... Well, you know... He said he was sorry about what happened and that he would stay away today, because he reckoned we needed some time together... I told him that he was right." Hermione hugged Harry once more, got up and left the Great Hall quickly.
Harry sat there and just stared at his hands for awhile, but as the other Gryffindors left he let his head fall backwards and looked up at the bewitched ceiling. After about fifteen minutes he saw the shadow of someone standing next to him.
"I thought you when upstairs, 'Mione," said Harry whitout taking a look at the person standing next to him.
"I'm not Granger," answered a voice. Harry looked up and met the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, come to gloat, have you Malfoy? Well, then I have to inform you that it's a bloody waste of time," Harry snapped at Draco with his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"I haven't come to gloat. I've come too apologise for the way I've behaved the past years. I know that it's too late to ask for Ron's forgiveness, but I can at least ask for yours." Harry looked at the blond-haired boy. 'He looks like he means it. And he actually refered to Ron as 'Ron' instead of 'Weasly'. That's a first.'
"You've done quite a few nasty things during our time here, but on the other hand, so have I. So I will except your apology."
"I think you're handling this very well. I wouldn't have coped if I were in your shoes." Harry looked at him and saw friendship in his eyes. All of the memories he had made with Ron all popped into his head at once and he started to weep again. Draco put his arms around Harry and stroked his back and hair.
"Shh... It'll be OK... Everything's going to be OK..." Draco continued to stroke Harry until he calmed down. Harry listened to Draco's soothing voice and suddenly he realised that even though Ron was gone, he still had friends that were alive. He wiped his tears and looked up to meet the other boy's eyes again.
"Draco...?"
"Shhh..." Draco put two fingers under Harry's chin and tilted his head a bit upwards and kissed him. Harry's head nearly exploded with thoughts. 'Oh. My. God. I'm kissing Draco! He kissed me!' He tossed the thoughts aside and surrendered to the kiss. Draco's lips were so soft and gentle and when he felt the tip of a tongue slide over his own he willingly let it into his mouth. Harry tasted the Slytherin before their tongues entwined in a kiss that seemed to last forever. It was a turn of the tide for Harry.
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Author's note:
I had the oppertunity to post this a bit earlier than I thought I would. I'm quite pleased with it. I'm in need of a beta, so if anyone would like the job so please send me a mail... *Smiles*
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything or anyone, except Damien.
Warning: Character death and slash. Hey, now you're warned, so don't complain to me if you're offended by my writing. I really don't appreciate being chewed on and spit back out via my review board. So if you don't like slash then please click your back button.
Summary: Sorrow and comfort...
~Chapter 2~
~Turn Of The Tide~
When Harry woke up the following morning he had a smile on his face. He couldn't actually remember his dream, but his entire body told him that it had been quite pleasant. If he concentrated really hard, he got a few flashes of black hair and blue eyes. 'Damien', thought Harry as he got out of bed and went to take a shower. 'I wonder what it would be like to hold him... Run my fingers though his hair...' When Harry had gone into the shower the other guys in his dorm had still been in their beds, but by the time he was finish they had all gone down for breakfast, so he just got his bag and climbed out the portrait hole.
As he entered the Great Hall Harry's eyes met Draco's, who were warm instead of expressing their usual hostility. Harry smiled quickly, and rather surprised, at Draco before he joined Ron and Hermione, accompanied by Damien, at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was her usual self.
"I wonder what Snape cooks up for us in Potions today... What if I haven't read about it? Oh no! I have to read!" Then she pulled out her book and buried her nose in it. Damien said 'hello' and smiled when Harry sat down. He didn't say anything else, but seemed to be dozing off in between his mouthfuls of fried eggs. He was obviously very tired. Ron, on the other hand, didn't greet him as he arrived, neither did he answer Neville when he asked him about their Defence Against The Dark Arts- homework. 'That's strange,' Harry thought, 'he seemed fine last night. Probably just tired...'
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In Potions class, later that day, the subject was poison.
"Today you're going to brew a poison called 'The Huntsman's Toxin'. The name comes from the days, when hunters who hunted for the fur and skin used it to kill their prey without external damage to the animal. But it takes an hour to kill a full-grown deer and therefore not very effec... MR. NESS!" Damien startled awake by the sound of Snape's voice.
"I don't know what you're used to from your previous school, Mr. Ness, but I doubt that sleeping during class is one of them. Ten points form Gryffindor! And at least try to stay awake from now on." Snape made a note in his book before he turned, with a dramatic toss of his cloak, to face the blackboard. He wrote the page numbers on it and said:
"You can read it yourselves." Then he sat down at his desk and scowled at the students as they opened their books.
Harry lent over and whispered in Ron's ear;
"I wonder if we can test the poison on the Slytherins?" (A/N: Well off course Ron didn't know about Harry's crush on Draco. We all know how he would react) Harry laughed, but Ron just snorted and turned away.
At the end of the lesson each of the students put a little bottle of poison into a cupboard in the classroom.
"Next lesson we will make the antidote and test both," said Snape the same second as the bell rang, "well, class dismissed."
"Ey, Ron! What's up with you?" Harry caught up with Ron in the corridor outside the dungeon.
"Nothing! I'm just a bit tired from yesterday, so get off my case," he snapped before he hurried on down the corridor.
"I was just wondering," Harry muttered to himself.
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A couple of days later Professor MacGonagall woke Harry up. She had tears running down her face.
"Harry... Ron is..." Her voice cracked. "Ron is... Is... Dead..."
"What?! He can't be!" He looked at her. She nodded. "NO!" Harry fell into MacGonagall's arms and began to cry loudly.
In the afternoon, the same day, Dumbledore called to his office.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" The headmaster's blue eyes were filled with tears.
"How am I feeling?! My best friend is dead How do you think I feel?" Harry felt a sting of guilt for letting his anger and sorrow out on the professor, but he couldn't help it.
"I know... I guess you want to know what happened?" Harry nodded.
"Madame Pomfrey has examined Ron's body and found out that he committed suicide. By poisoning."
"He killed himself?" Harry snapped out of his trance-like condition.
"Yes, I'm sorry to say it, but he did. Professor Snape has looked through his things this morning, including the dungeon, and saw that the bottle of poison that Ron brewed had gone missing. But it was to late. He was already dead." Dumbledore removed his glasses and wiped his eyes. "If you're up to it, I have to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?" Again Harry nodded.
"First of all," the professor pushed his glassed back in place, "did Ron seem depressed over the last couple of weeks?"
"No, not really. He was a bit edgy a few days ago, but I thought he was just tired." Harry started to sob again. The Headmaster conjured up a handkerchief and handed it to him.
Two hours, a whole lot of questions and four handkerchiefs later Harry sat next to Hermione at dinner. They were both picking their food. Harry knew he ought to eat, but he got sick to his stomach just by looking at the chicken on his plate.
"Harry...?" Hermione placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "Would it be all right with you if I go up to the dorm? I need some rest. It's been such an awful day. I can't believe that Ron would... Would..." She lost her ability to speak as the tears began to run down her face. Harry lent over and hugged her tightly.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Technically that was a lie, but he needed some time alone. Everyone had given him their condolences, Hagrid had nearly squashed him with one of his hugs. "Ey, 'Mione..? Have you seen Damien today...?"
"Yes. I saw him this morning. Right after... Well, you know... He said he was sorry about what happened and that he would stay away today, because he reckoned we needed some time together... I told him that he was right." Hermione hugged Harry once more, got up and left the Great Hall quickly.
Harry sat there and just stared at his hands for awhile, but as the other Gryffindors left he let his head fall backwards and looked up at the bewitched ceiling. After about fifteen minutes he saw the shadow of someone standing next to him.
"I thought you when upstairs, 'Mione," said Harry whitout taking a look at the person standing next to him.
"I'm not Granger," answered a voice. Harry looked up and met the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, come to gloat, have you Malfoy? Well, then I have to inform you that it's a bloody waste of time," Harry snapped at Draco with his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"I haven't come to gloat. I've come too apologise for the way I've behaved the past years. I know that it's too late to ask for Ron's forgiveness, but I can at least ask for yours." Harry looked at the blond-haired boy. 'He looks like he means it. And he actually refered to Ron as 'Ron' instead of 'Weasly'. That's a first.'
"You've done quite a few nasty things during our time here, but on the other hand, so have I. So I will except your apology."
"I think you're handling this very well. I wouldn't have coped if I were in your shoes." Harry looked at him and saw friendship in his eyes. All of the memories he had made with Ron all popped into his head at once and he started to weep again. Draco put his arms around Harry and stroked his back and hair.
"Shh... It'll be OK... Everything's going to be OK..." Draco continued to stroke Harry until he calmed down. Harry listened to Draco's soothing voice and suddenly he realised that even though Ron was gone, he still had friends that were alive. He wiped his tears and looked up to meet the other boy's eyes again.
"Draco...?"
"Shhh..." Draco put two fingers under Harry's chin and tilted his head a bit upwards and kissed him. Harry's head nearly exploded with thoughts. 'Oh. My. God. I'm kissing Draco! He kissed me!' He tossed the thoughts aside and surrendered to the kiss. Draco's lips were so soft and gentle and when he felt the tip of a tongue slide over his own he willingly let it into his mouth. Harry tasted the Slytherin before their tongues entwined in a kiss that seemed to last forever. It was a turn of the tide for Harry.
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Author's note:
I had the oppertunity to post this a bit earlier than I thought I would. I'm quite pleased with it. I'm in need of a beta, so if anyone would like the job so please send me a mail... *Smiles*