Perfectly Peaceful
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, this is merely recreational
A/N - For those who read NakedQuidditch Match THIS SITE has removed it but you can still find the chapters at my Yahoo Group which can be found on my Bios page.
This is set a short while after Harry has defeated Voldemort. Pointless really, but I had to get it out of my head. Yes, it is slash, but that's how it had to go.
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A week after escaping the hospital wing Harry had given in. He surrendered to the nightmares. Hesurrendered to the fear. He had to run. With Voldemort dead he would not be missed. Not for anything important, at least. As in save the world important.
So he'd… he'd die a virgin. He'd never tell the man he loved… that he loved him. Maybe the man would never know he was missing. Most probably he wouldn't care either way. It didn't matter. He'd also never have kids. The Potter line would end. He didn't think anyone would… could blame him for wanting to escape… escape the red eyes that haunted him, the scaly feel of skin over his, the smell of rotting flesh rolling of the monsteras Harry was left screaming in agony…
Harry flinched visibly from the memories.
No one was around though. No one was there to ask what was wrong this time. He pulled the tapestry away from the wall and opened the door behind it.
He entered his sanctuary. One room, a mix of all four house colours, with a bed and a fireplace, and a sofa before it. A book shelf lined one wall and a table was before the sofa and fireplace. The entire room radiated safety, and peace.
Only one thing was missing, but he would not be joining him.
Harry smiled for the first time in years, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He twirled blissfully in the middle of the room for one long moment, before turning back to the door and beginning to close it.
When the man he loved appeared, running full out down the corridor, he did not still his movements. Instead he smiled peacefully and continued to shut the door. He mouthed three words before it sealed, and his loves fists started to pound on the wood too late. Already it was returning to stone beneath his hands.
'I Love You!' rang unheard in the stone hallway.