Chapter Four
A/N: Hello all. Really quickly I must say this: yes, magnetic- starfish, this IS going to be a Harry/Draco story! It says in the description that it is a post OotP H/D SLASH!!! I love H/D's, but if you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If you think I ruined it with that, then you can suggest I make a non-slash version of it, and maybe I will.. But not for sure, so don't get your hopes up, because I have a lot to do now that school started.
THANK YOU TO ALL MY FAITHFUL, LOYAL REVIEWERS AND READERS!!!!!!
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If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I
Would
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"Michael?!"
"Yeah. Forget about James, okay? That's a part of my past too."
"But-"
"Please?"
Cloe frowned. Harry always seemed to get what he wanted when he begged. "Alright, fine, Michael," she muttered, pulling a face. "You just don't look like a Michael! It's weird-couldn't you choose something else?"
"Like what?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tony?"
"No, like.." Cloe paused, thinking, then sighed in defeat. "You only really look like Harry or James."
"See?" Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't be them. I can't be Harry anymore, because I'm not going back to England. I know that's what people want, but I can't.." He trailed off, his voice cracking.
She didn't know what to do. Harry Potter was crying into her shoulder, and she didn't have a clue how to comfort him. What if she said something wrong?
"Harry, it's okay," she whispered, stoking his hair nervously. "We all lost someone in the battle. And I know you loved them. But-you'll find new friends."
Harry cried harder, and she gritted her teeth, frustrated with herself.
"I didn't mean you'd find someone to replace them," she smiled sadly, tilting his head up. "They'll always have a special place for them in your heart. What I meant is, you're not gonna be alone forever. You'll make more friends here, people who'll stick by you when things get tough."
"Like you," Harry sniffed, wiping the remaining tears from his face. "Sorry. That was really the first time I was able to get it all out."
Cloe smiled again and hugged him. "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it."
I wish I could take it back," he whispered. "I wish I could take it all back. Starting with Sirius."
"I know," Cloe murmured, sighing lightly. "I know you miss him." ***
"Dammit!" Draco shouted, storming into his room. "Damn, damn, damn, damn!"
He sat down on the chair next to the television, fuming. How had he let Harry get away so easily?
'I have to find him,' he told himself. 'I can't just let him off-not after all this time. I need to find him, soon.'
He jumped up and ran to the door, pulling his coat off the hook it rested on next to the exit. ***
Draco walked the crowded streets for hours, wondering where Harry would go in a city this side. After five hours, he came to his conclusion of Harry's most likely location: nowhere. He wouldn't leave his apartment, not so soon after he had just moved here, unless that Cloe girl dragged him out. Which was unlikely. She knew what he went through, so it was doubtful that she'd push him to do anything so soon.
But where was he staying? In a hotel, like Draco was? Or did he have an apartment, or a house of his own?
And if he were in a hotel, which one? There were hundreds just in the area, how was he supposed to find the one person he was looking for?
"Damn," he muttered again, leaning against the wall of an old office building. "Harry, where are you?"
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A/N again: I know the chapters are short. Please forgive me!!! I'm just busy, as I said before, and now short chapters seem natural; I can't do a 3,000 word chapter anymore, it just doesn't feel right!!! AHHHH!!!!
Okay, sorry for wasting your time, but I have a question that has NOTHING to do with this fanfiction, Harry Potter, or writing at all. Here it is, if you don't want to bother reading it OR replying to it, you don't have to:
Okay, I like this guy at my new school, he's really sweet and cute and funny and crazy, which is hard to find in a guy, but there are two problems. One: he's four years older than me, and two, HE'S GAY!!!! And I don't know what to do, I really, really like him, and I can't get over him.. PLEASE HELP!!!!!
A/N: Hello all. Really quickly I must say this: yes, magnetic- starfish, this IS going to be a Harry/Draco story! It says in the description that it is a post OotP H/D SLASH!!! I love H/D's, but if you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If you think I ruined it with that, then you can suggest I make a non-slash version of it, and maybe I will.. But not for sure, so don't get your hopes up, because I have a lot to do now that school started.
THANK YOU TO ALL MY FAITHFUL, LOYAL REVIEWERS AND READERS!!!!!!
*_*_*_*_*
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I
Would
*_*_*_*_*
"Michael?!"
"Yeah. Forget about James, okay? That's a part of my past too."
"But-"
"Please?"
Cloe frowned. Harry always seemed to get what he wanted when he begged. "Alright, fine, Michael," she muttered, pulling a face. "You just don't look like a Michael! It's weird-couldn't you choose something else?"
"Like what?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tony?"
"No, like.." Cloe paused, thinking, then sighed in defeat. "You only really look like Harry or James."
"See?" Harry rolled his eyes. "I can't be them. I can't be Harry anymore, because I'm not going back to England. I know that's what people want, but I can't.." He trailed off, his voice cracking.
She didn't know what to do. Harry Potter was crying into her shoulder, and she didn't have a clue how to comfort him. What if she said something wrong?
"Harry, it's okay," she whispered, stoking his hair nervously. "We all lost someone in the battle. And I know you loved them. But-you'll find new friends."
Harry cried harder, and she gritted her teeth, frustrated with herself.
"I didn't mean you'd find someone to replace them," she smiled sadly, tilting his head up. "They'll always have a special place for them in your heart. What I meant is, you're not gonna be alone forever. You'll make more friends here, people who'll stick by you when things get tough."
"Like you," Harry sniffed, wiping the remaining tears from his face. "Sorry. That was really the first time I was able to get it all out."
Cloe smiled again and hugged him. "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it."
I wish I could take it back," he whispered. "I wish I could take it all back. Starting with Sirius."
"I know," Cloe murmured, sighing lightly. "I know you miss him." ***
"Dammit!" Draco shouted, storming into his room. "Damn, damn, damn, damn!"
He sat down on the chair next to the television, fuming. How had he let Harry get away so easily?
'I have to find him,' he told himself. 'I can't just let him off-not after all this time. I need to find him, soon.'
He jumped up and ran to the door, pulling his coat off the hook it rested on next to the exit. ***
Draco walked the crowded streets for hours, wondering where Harry would go in a city this side. After five hours, he came to his conclusion of Harry's most likely location: nowhere. He wouldn't leave his apartment, not so soon after he had just moved here, unless that Cloe girl dragged him out. Which was unlikely. She knew what he went through, so it was doubtful that she'd push him to do anything so soon.
But where was he staying? In a hotel, like Draco was? Or did he have an apartment, or a house of his own?
And if he were in a hotel, which one? There were hundreds just in the area, how was he supposed to find the one person he was looking for?
"Damn," he muttered again, leaning against the wall of an old office building. "Harry, where are you?"
*_*_*_*_*
A/N again: I know the chapters are short. Please forgive me!!! I'm just busy, as I said before, and now short chapters seem natural; I can't do a 3,000 word chapter anymore, it just doesn't feel right!!! AHHHH!!!!
Okay, sorry for wasting your time, but I have a question that has NOTHING to do with this fanfiction, Harry Potter, or writing at all. Here it is, if you don't want to bother reading it OR replying to it, you don't have to:
Okay, I like this guy at my new school, he's really sweet and cute and funny and crazy, which is hard to find in a guy, but there are two problems. One: he's four years older than me, and two, HE'S GAY!!!! And I don't know what to do, I really, really like him, and I can't get over him.. PLEASE HELP!!!!!