Far Cry
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Okay okay, you talked me into it, i updated. HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!!!!!!! :D
Thank you for the wonderful reviews and talking me into updating... I was having doubts at first, but here ya go!
(Sorry for the shortness! Argh)
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot...STAR!! Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 7: Doubt
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Harry, his lips set in a grim line as he looked at Draco disbelievingly. "Draco, unless you've been out of touch of the magic world or your just that dense, your father is dead. DEAD. There is no way in hell that that could have been him. Do you understand?"
"Oh, okay then! If it wasn't him Potter, then who the hell could it have possibly been, huh!? Excuse me for not being the all-knowing Gryffindor Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldermort. I'm sorry that I was scared witless at the thought of my father being here!! Do you think I'm making all this shit up? Reality check, Potter, even I know better then that. So, I ask again, who could it have been if it wasn't that bastard?" Draco was in near hysterics; he had his fists clenched at his side as he stared at the dagger instead of Potter.
"Well, he's dead, you are the only Malfoy I know that's still alive. I know you also know the Dark Arts, you practically bragged about it during school. So if it wasn't YOU, and it couldn't have been your father, I'm obviously at a loss."
Draco's shoulders started to shake and Harry thought he was starting to cry when he heard laughter coming from him.
"The.. the famous Harry Potter is at a loss, the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived, the Golden Boy of Hogwarts... the one who defeated Voldermort is at a loss!" Draco laughed more, but it wasn't happy laughter, or the mocking that got to Harry. Not at all... after Malfoy had finished he had collapsed on the floor with a strangled sob.
Whatever did happen in his apartment really did get to Draco, and Harry started to re-think the whole Lucius ordeal. Sighing, he knelt down and gathered the blond to him as he thought. 'Lucius Malfoy, was found guilty for helping Voldermort, of child abuse and the death of his wife, Narcissa. He was giving the Dementors Kiss and buried somewhere on the Azkabon Island... but you never saw the body did you. No body got to see the body. Could what Draco be telling you, indeed be true. Could he actually be alive, and if so then why did he wait so long to make himself known to his son. This isn't making much since...' He glanced over at the dagger, 'Though I could see why he would be out to get me, I did kill his lord and fall for his only son, though he didn't seem like a loving father to begin with...' Harry was brought out of his thinking process when he heard a contented sight coming from the blond in his arms. 'Well I guess I should get him to his bed.'
Lifting Draco wasn't as easy as it would appear, walking down the hall and into the bedroom he laid Draco in the bed and covered him with his dark blue coverlet. Setting on the edge, he brushed some of the hair that had fallen into his face, away. The said boy sighed and a small smile graced his lips. Leaning down, Harry kissed his forehead softly before leaving the room and shutting the door. Walking down the hall and back into the office he set about inspecting the area. Glancing around, he tired to find anything unusual besides the jewel incrusted dagger that was stabbed in a picture of him, though he thought that he should be used to people trying to murder him, but this was enough to make him twitch inside.
Picking up papers and stacking them neatly on the floor, picking up pens and pencils, he set them next to the stacked papers. He stacked the books that were out of the bookshelf next to the pencils and picked up the broken glass and put them on the desk. Clearing the floor he sat down in the middle of the room and looked around, he didn't know what he was looking for but something had to be left, something that he had over looked. Why would 'Lucius' go through all the trouble of trashing the office just to stab a dagger of the Dark Arts into his picture? Reaching for one of the books he stacked up he started to page through them. 'Nothing much here... muggle history books...' He picked up the next and as he went through he found a variety of books... physics, history, mystery novels and fantasy, nothing that caught his eyes as important or suspicious.
He stacked the books back up and turned the lights off; taking out his wand he whispered Lumos and magic light enveloped the room. He held it so that it would hover over the floor, to see if there was anything that he had missed. Seeing nothing he went to go out the door when he saw a flash of silver from out of the corner of his eye. Kneeling down he reached out and brought it in front of his eyes...
He held a long silver-blond strand of hair. His lips tightened and he walked out of the room and shut the door. He walked back to Draco's room and checked to see if he was still sleeping. Heading back to the living room he set about checking all the corners and the lights.
Satisfied and started to set about wards around the house, he may still be ticked off at Draco, but he didn't want him in danger. No, he had spent years wondering about him he wasn't going to let some crazed lunatic off the one that he loved.
30 minutes later, after he had finished setting up the wards he collapsed on the plush white couch. He was utterly exhausted, most of it being the emotional exhaustion. Yawning, he thought that he should go home before Draco woke up.. But he didn't want to move. While he had been silently debating with himself, Harry fell asleep.
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Draco awoke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, rolling over he hid his head under his pillow as he reached over, knocking over various items, and turned off the alarm. Growling in annoyance and set up in bed, yawning. Throwing his legs over the edge he stood and made his way to the bathroom. 10 minutes later he arrived out, showered, his blue-blonde hair re-spiked, his red Atari's tee on and his plaid cutoffs. He made his way into the kitchen and bumped and banged around until he had a pot of coffee brewing. Making his way to the living room rubbing his eyes and collapsed on the couch... only to jump back up when he heard a loud grunt. 'Since when the hell did my couch make noise!?'
"You think you could have set down any harder Malfoy, I think you could have finished trying to break my back." came a muffled voice.
"Potter!? What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? You don't remember?"
Draco blinked, stood there for a few seconds and his eyes seemed to darken. He turned on his heel and ran down the hall to his office.
"Bloody fucking hell!!" Draco exclaimed
Harry jumped up and went in the direction that the other boy had went, and saw him pacing back and forth shaking his head.
"I swear that I thought it was a dream, I figured that I would wake up with my normal morning routine, head out for practice and laugh with my band mates. But noooo, this shit has to be true. I am so pissed off, Damn Him! He ruined my life, all through Hogwarts I dreaded going home, the only solace I had was my mother or Severus. Now that I actually have a life, and friends and have something that I can actually do and have fun.. well he just hated that.. decided to come back from the fucking grave to finish where he left off..." Draco shuddered and stopped pacing, "Well you know what, screw him. I am going to go on and do as usual. I am going to go to practice I am going to live my life and if I ever lay my eyes on that bastard I will kill him personally."
Harry looked and saw a smirk come across the other boys' lips and couldn't help but smile when he saw it. "So I guess I should go since you seem awfully stable then last night." Harry started to turn when he felt Draco's hand resting on his shoulder.
"I want to thank you Harry... there's no telling what I would have done last night with out some one here. So... thank you, and you could always stay for breakfast before you head out, no?" Draco smiled.
"Yea, guess I could stay for that breakfast, and don't worry about it Draco."
Peace
Mad Love
serraye_sanada@hotmail.com
Rated: Pg-13 to R
THIS IS SLASH! IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Harry Potter. I do own the plot, and Haze and Frost and Raye though! The lyrics, I also do not own!
Oh and May I add this is my first Harry Potter and my first slash fic.. Please be gentle...
Okay okay, you talked me into it, i updated. HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!!!!!!! :D
Thank you for the wonderful reviews and talking me into updating... I was having doubts at first, but here ya go!
(Sorry for the shortness! Argh)
'...' Thoughts
"..." Someone speaking
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Dot...STAR!! Pyramid! WOO!
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Chapter 7: Doubt
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Harry, his lips set in a grim line as he looked at Draco disbelievingly. "Draco, unless you've been out of touch of the magic world or your just that dense, your father is dead. DEAD. There is no way in hell that that could have been him. Do you understand?"
"Oh, okay then! If it wasn't him Potter, then who the hell could it have possibly been, huh!? Excuse me for not being the all-knowing Gryffindor Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldermort. I'm sorry that I was scared witless at the thought of my father being here!! Do you think I'm making all this shit up? Reality check, Potter, even I know better then that. So, I ask again, who could it have been if it wasn't that bastard?" Draco was in near hysterics; he had his fists clenched at his side as he stared at the dagger instead of Potter.
"Well, he's dead, you are the only Malfoy I know that's still alive. I know you also know the Dark Arts, you practically bragged about it during school. So if it wasn't YOU, and it couldn't have been your father, I'm obviously at a loss."
Draco's shoulders started to shake and Harry thought he was starting to cry when he heard laughter coming from him.
"The.. the famous Harry Potter is at a loss, the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived, the Golden Boy of Hogwarts... the one who defeated Voldermort is at a loss!" Draco laughed more, but it wasn't happy laughter, or the mocking that got to Harry. Not at all... after Malfoy had finished he had collapsed on the floor with a strangled sob.
Whatever did happen in his apartment really did get to Draco, and Harry started to re-think the whole Lucius ordeal. Sighing, he knelt down and gathered the blond to him as he thought. 'Lucius Malfoy, was found guilty for helping Voldermort, of child abuse and the death of his wife, Narcissa. He was giving the Dementors Kiss and buried somewhere on the Azkabon Island... but you never saw the body did you. No body got to see the body. Could what Draco be telling you, indeed be true. Could he actually be alive, and if so then why did he wait so long to make himself known to his son. This isn't making much since...' He glanced over at the dagger, 'Though I could see why he would be out to get me, I did kill his lord and fall for his only son, though he didn't seem like a loving father to begin with...' Harry was brought out of his thinking process when he heard a contented sight coming from the blond in his arms. 'Well I guess I should get him to his bed.'
Lifting Draco wasn't as easy as it would appear, walking down the hall and into the bedroom he laid Draco in the bed and covered him with his dark blue coverlet. Setting on the edge, he brushed some of the hair that had fallen into his face, away. The said boy sighed and a small smile graced his lips. Leaning down, Harry kissed his forehead softly before leaving the room and shutting the door. Walking down the hall and back into the office he set about inspecting the area. Glancing around, he tired to find anything unusual besides the jewel incrusted dagger that was stabbed in a picture of him, though he thought that he should be used to people trying to murder him, but this was enough to make him twitch inside.
Picking up papers and stacking them neatly on the floor, picking up pens and pencils, he set them next to the stacked papers. He stacked the books that were out of the bookshelf next to the pencils and picked up the broken glass and put them on the desk. Clearing the floor he sat down in the middle of the room and looked around, he didn't know what he was looking for but something had to be left, something that he had over looked. Why would 'Lucius' go through all the trouble of trashing the office just to stab a dagger of the Dark Arts into his picture? Reaching for one of the books he stacked up he started to page through them. 'Nothing much here... muggle history books...' He picked up the next and as he went through he found a variety of books... physics, history, mystery novels and fantasy, nothing that caught his eyes as important or suspicious.
He stacked the books back up and turned the lights off; taking out his wand he whispered Lumos and magic light enveloped the room. He held it so that it would hover over the floor, to see if there was anything that he had missed. Seeing nothing he went to go out the door when he saw a flash of silver from out of the corner of his eye. Kneeling down he reached out and brought it in front of his eyes...
He held a long silver-blond strand of hair. His lips tightened and he walked out of the room and shut the door. He walked back to Draco's room and checked to see if he was still sleeping. Heading back to the living room he set about checking all the corners and the lights.
Satisfied and started to set about wards around the house, he may still be ticked off at Draco, but he didn't want him in danger. No, he had spent years wondering about him he wasn't going to let some crazed lunatic off the one that he loved.
30 minutes later, after he had finished setting up the wards he collapsed on the plush white couch. He was utterly exhausted, most of it being the emotional exhaustion. Yawning, he thought that he should go home before Draco woke up.. But he didn't want to move. While he had been silently debating with himself, Harry fell asleep.
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Draco awoke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, rolling over he hid his head under his pillow as he reached over, knocking over various items, and turned off the alarm. Growling in annoyance and set up in bed, yawning. Throwing his legs over the edge he stood and made his way to the bathroom. 10 minutes later he arrived out, showered, his blue-blonde hair re-spiked, his red Atari's tee on and his plaid cutoffs. He made his way into the kitchen and bumped and banged around until he had a pot of coffee brewing. Making his way to the living room rubbing his eyes and collapsed on the couch... only to jump back up when he heard a loud grunt. 'Since when the hell did my couch make noise!?'
"You think you could have set down any harder Malfoy, I think you could have finished trying to break my back." came a muffled voice.
"Potter!? What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? You don't remember?"
Draco blinked, stood there for a few seconds and his eyes seemed to darken. He turned on his heel and ran down the hall to his office.
"Bloody fucking hell!!" Draco exclaimed
Harry jumped up and went in the direction that the other boy had went, and saw him pacing back and forth shaking his head.
"I swear that I thought it was a dream, I figured that I would wake up with my normal morning routine, head out for practice and laugh with my band mates. But noooo, this shit has to be true. I am so pissed off, Damn Him! He ruined my life, all through Hogwarts I dreaded going home, the only solace I had was my mother or Severus. Now that I actually have a life, and friends and have something that I can actually do and have fun.. well he just hated that.. decided to come back from the fucking grave to finish where he left off..." Draco shuddered and stopped pacing, "Well you know what, screw him. I am going to go on and do as usual. I am going to go to practice I am going to live my life and if I ever lay my eyes on that bastard I will kill him personally."
Harry looked and saw a smirk come across the other boys' lips and couldn't help but smile when he saw it. "So I guess I should go since you seem awfully stable then last night." Harry started to turn when he felt Draco's hand resting on his shoulder.
"I want to thank you Harry... there's no telling what I would have done last night with out some one here. So... thank you, and you could always stay for breakfast before you head out, no?" Draco smiled.
"Yea, guess I could stay for that breakfast, and don't worry about it Draco."
Peace
Mad Love
serraye_sanada@hotmail.com