Lost and Afraid
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. Except for maybe the plot (if I have one) and any original characters I haven't bothered to make up.
Author's Note: Okey dokey; I got like a gazillion reviews for last chapter. Many thanks to everyone who reviewed. Now some of you guys said yes to slash, a couple said whatever and a bunch of you guys said no. So, I probably won't make this slash. Harry and Draco will be friends, (duh!).... Oh, yeah and one note for flamers; if you're going to waste your time telling me my story sucks, you don't have to tell me it sucks every chapter; just tell me in the last chapter.
So this chapter will be mostly Draco's background story.
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Draco stared at Severus. "What?" he asked.
Severus repeated, "I want you to make sure my son is not totally and completely insane.
Draco sighed, "Whatever."
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Draco walked into Severus's private chambers. His eyes not bothering to take in any of the details having been in the room several times. He walked what he presumed was Harry's room.
"Harry," Draco called, receiving no answer he called again, "Harry? Where'd you go?" Draco was slowly searching the room. He looked under the bed expecting to find a sock or perhaps a few dust bunnies. He found two green eyes staring out at him. "Come on Harry," Draco said in a calm reassuring voice, "You gotta get out from under here."
Silence.
"Harry, are you going to spend your entire life under here? What about Voldemort? What about Severus? What about Ron and Hermione?" At the mention of his former friend's names Harry just shrunk farther back underneath the bed.
Draco slowly walked out of the room. Severus was sitting in the living room staring into the fire. "Severus," Draco said quietly, "What happened between Harry and his friends?"
Severus was silently staring into the fire; he was contemplating the same thing. 'What really happened between them' Severus asked himself. It was a minute before he answered, "Mr. Weasly had reason to believe that I was turning Harry in my dark heir. He thought Harry lied about what was going on over the summer. He's convinced I'm training Harry into being a Death Eater. Or something. I don't know. I guess it all started when the school found out I'm Harry's father. Mr. Weasly was jumping to conclusions; he overreacted."
Draco was silent, he just turned around and headed back into Harry's room.
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Scared, scared, so sorry, betrayed, freak, so sorry, abandoned, freak, murderer, scared, scared. Words bouncing from Harry's mind to the room, ricocheting off the walls.
Harry was back to mumbling. He was hardly aware of doing so. He was just so scared. Everyone was so mad. Most of it was at him. "So sorry," Harry mumbled over and over.
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Harry was still under the bed. Although worried about Harry; Draco wouldn't force him out from underneath his little haven.
"Harry, I highly doubt you're listening but, I'm worried, Sev's worried, come out, please," Draco practically pleaded. The was silence. "Ok, then, Harry, since you don't seem to be in a mood to talk, I'll talk to you..... Well, over the summer; my father broke out of Azkaban. When he came back, he was half crazy. Voldemort didn't see the point in breaking him out. He was stuck there. He came back raving about the spirits of the people he killed. Voldemort was going to kill him; but then all of a sudden he was back. It was odd. It seemed like such an act.
"Well, turns out, father talked to Dumbledore. Dumbledore convinced him to spy for the light side. I have no idea how he managed for as long as he did. He had regained his old composure and everything but it was just an act. It wore him down. He slipped up. Once. Just once. Voldemort had him killed. He died. Just like that. It was over; it was just one slip up.
"It was my fault he slipped, too. I told him to stop putting up such an act. I folled him outside, told him I was going to tell Dumbledore to have him stop spying. Someone heard. I just know it. Because, my father never came back. I killed him."
Draco was sitting in a chair beside Harry's bed, "I killed my father," Draco repeated.
"No, not really. You just did the right thig. I killed the closest thing to a father I ever had," a soft voiced Harry said, "And he hates me for it. He blames me for his death."
Draco, shocked that Harry was lucid, managed to choke out, "How do you know? It's not like you can actually see these people. They're dead, you can't bring them back."
"I know because I saw him. He SAID it was my fault."
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Author's Note: Okey dokey; this chapters kinda short but it kinda explains somethings...I think. OMG I have 98 reviews!! YAY!!
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. Except for maybe the plot (if I have one) and any original characters I haven't bothered to make up.
Author's Note: Okey dokey; I got like a gazillion reviews for last chapter. Many thanks to everyone who reviewed. Now some of you guys said yes to slash, a couple said whatever and a bunch of you guys said no. So, I probably won't make this slash. Harry and Draco will be friends, (duh!).... Oh, yeah and one note for flamers; if you're going to waste your time telling me my story sucks, you don't have to tell me it sucks every chapter; just tell me in the last chapter.
So this chapter will be mostly Draco's background story.
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Draco stared at Severus. "What?" he asked.
Severus repeated, "I want you to make sure my son is not totally and completely insane.
Draco sighed, "Whatever."
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Draco walked into Severus's private chambers. His eyes not bothering to take in any of the details having been in the room several times. He walked what he presumed was Harry's room.
"Harry," Draco called, receiving no answer he called again, "Harry? Where'd you go?" Draco was slowly searching the room. He looked under the bed expecting to find a sock or perhaps a few dust bunnies. He found two green eyes staring out at him. "Come on Harry," Draco said in a calm reassuring voice, "You gotta get out from under here."
Silence.
"Harry, are you going to spend your entire life under here? What about Voldemort? What about Severus? What about Ron and Hermione?" At the mention of his former friend's names Harry just shrunk farther back underneath the bed.
Draco slowly walked out of the room. Severus was sitting in the living room staring into the fire. "Severus," Draco said quietly, "What happened between Harry and his friends?"
Severus was silently staring into the fire; he was contemplating the same thing. 'What really happened between them' Severus asked himself. It was a minute before he answered, "Mr. Weasly had reason to believe that I was turning Harry in my dark heir. He thought Harry lied about what was going on over the summer. He's convinced I'm training Harry into being a Death Eater. Or something. I don't know. I guess it all started when the school found out I'm Harry's father. Mr. Weasly was jumping to conclusions; he overreacted."
Draco was silent, he just turned around and headed back into Harry's room.
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Scared, scared, so sorry, betrayed, freak, so sorry, abandoned, freak, murderer, scared, scared. Words bouncing from Harry's mind to the room, ricocheting off the walls.
Harry was back to mumbling. He was hardly aware of doing so. He was just so scared. Everyone was so mad. Most of it was at him. "So sorry," Harry mumbled over and over.
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Harry was still under the bed. Although worried about Harry; Draco wouldn't force him out from underneath his little haven.
"Harry, I highly doubt you're listening but, I'm worried, Sev's worried, come out, please," Draco practically pleaded. The was silence. "Ok, then, Harry, since you don't seem to be in a mood to talk, I'll talk to you..... Well, over the summer; my father broke out of Azkaban. When he came back, he was half crazy. Voldemort didn't see the point in breaking him out. He was stuck there. He came back raving about the spirits of the people he killed. Voldemort was going to kill him; but then all of a sudden he was back. It was odd. It seemed like such an act.
"Well, turns out, father talked to Dumbledore. Dumbledore convinced him to spy for the light side. I have no idea how he managed for as long as he did. He had regained his old composure and everything but it was just an act. It wore him down. He slipped up. Once. Just once. Voldemort had him killed. He died. Just like that. It was over; it was just one slip up.
"It was my fault he slipped, too. I told him to stop putting up such an act. I folled him outside, told him I was going to tell Dumbledore to have him stop spying. Someone heard. I just know it. Because, my father never came back. I killed him."
Draco was sitting in a chair beside Harry's bed, "I killed my father," Draco repeated.
"No, not really. You just did the right thig. I killed the closest thing to a father I ever had," a soft voiced Harry said, "And he hates me for it. He blames me for his death."
Draco, shocked that Harry was lucid, managed to choke out, "How do you know? It's not like you can actually see these people. They're dead, you can't bring them back."
"I know because I saw him. He SAID it was my fault."
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Author's Note: Okey dokey; this chapters kinda short but it kinda explains somethings...I think. OMG I have 98 reviews!! YAY!!