Hope For The Future
By: Jade Higurashi
A/N: Some stuff has changed since I last updated; I'm now 16 years old, and a Junior in high school. Writing is my life, and I want to be a journalist. Currently, I'm more obsessed with Vam fanfiction (Ville Valo/ Bam Margera) than anything, and this current chapter has been written since… January. I've been so busy... and I apologize.
Chapter 8: The Confrontation Heard 'Round the World Part 2
12 Grimmauld Place- August 8th 8:00 PM
When Remus Lupin and Narcissa Malfoy made their way down to the kitchen, Harry's screams were getting louder. You didn't need one of the Weasley Twins' extendable ears for this argument.
Soon Ron's voice was heard, "YOU FUCKING FAG, WOULD YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE YOU SPILL YOUR EMO EVERYWHERE ABOUT YOUR DEAD AND FORGOTTEN GODFATHER! YOU FUCKING HOMO!"
Soon Mrs. Weasley's screams were heard throughout the house, "RONALD WEASLEY! YOU WILL STOP THIS INSTANT, OR YOU WILL BE IN YOUR ROOM FOR THE NEXT TWO SUMMERS, NOT INCLUDING THE REST OF THIS ONE!"
Remus had stopped dead in his tracks on the stair he was standing on, Ron's voice echoing in his head, 'Your dead and forgotten Godfather.' But Sirius really was forgotten, wasn't he? Since he escaped, the Prophet kept giving inane reasons why he disappeared, but since he went through the veil, not a word. Had the Wizarding world really forgotten Sirius Black, or had the ones around him only been the one's who had really cared? Whatever the answer was, Remus didn't care, he just knew that the only ones who were really impacted by Sirus' death, were Harry and himself.
He sat down on a step, and put his head in his hands, pondering about the series of events that just unfolded themselves, right before his eyes without any sort of warning. Narcissa sat down next to him, and put her hand on his back.
"I know it must hurt, but you have to be brave, if not for yourself, do it for Harry. He needs you as a support figure now, with the exception of the Weasley's, you're the only one he has left, and you have a special connection with him, not only because of Sirius, but because of the bond you had with his parents." Narcissa said consolingly.
"You're right; I have to be strong, for Harry. He's going through a rough time, his depression and cutting, and his 'coming-out', but it seems to me that Draco is helping him cope too."
"I think that they're both helping each other cope. Draco's been having a rough time these past few years, and Harry relates to him on a certain level. I think we better keep on our way down, or Harry might destroy Ron."
They both got up from the stair they were sitting on, and headed down to the kitchen, where yells were still heard, Harry was projecting his insults now, not only at Dumbledore, but at Ron too.
Remus planted a façade on his face, he would look like he usually would, and not show how depressed he felt. He had to be strong, the war with Voldemort was brewing, and he had to focus on the Order.
As they walked in, they could see the frustration that Harry was causing. Remus walked over to where Hermione was sitting, her head down on the table. He nudged her elbow, "Hermione?"
She murmured something, then he saw her eyes peak at him through the side of her arm.
"Éllo, welcome to Anarchy Central, I'm Hermione and I'll be your tour guide this evening. How may I assist you?"
Remus laughed, and then realized most of the eyes in the room were on him after his sudden outburst.
"What? Can't I laugh at something funny that Hermione said?" You've already ruined dinner, a friendship, and someone's trust, and I can't laugh at a joke, very funny you guys."
Everyone just kept staring at Remus. This wasn't the Remus they knew, something was up.
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Harry took to heart what Remus had just said. He got up from Draco's lap, slammed open thee swinging door, ran up the stairs to his room, and slammed that door as hard as he could.
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The kitchen was silent after Harry's departure; no one said a word until ten minutes later when Molly cleared her throat and asked in a small voice, "Is anybody hungry? Don't want to waste all this lovely food." Then everyone started the hustling and bustling for food, conversation trying to lighten the mood.
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Harry, meanwhile, was laying on his bed, listening to 'Beyond Redemption' by HIM, the lyrics pounding in his brain, "Oh I see your scars, I know where they're from. So sensually carved and bleeding till you're dead and gone. I've seen it all before; beauty and splendor torn. It's when heaven turns to black and hell to white. Right so wrong and wrong so right, now - Feel it turning your heart into stone. Feel it piercing your courageous soul. Beyond now - redemption. No one's gonna catch you when you fall."
He lay with his arms spread out, his body shaking from the stress. A razorblade glimmering in the flames of the fireplace next to him. He'd found Draco's stash in the book in his room.
The ebony haired boy contemplated what he was going to do. He sat up, grabbed the blade, and slit open his left arm a few times, and felt the release, the feeling of thousands or drops of his existence bleeding out, and even more following it. He did it a few more times, and felt even more exhilaration from the blood rushing from his arm.
Before long, Harry had passed out from blood loss.
August 9th, 4:45 AM
Harry awoke and didn't feel well at all. His whole left side was covered with his blood; he made his way to the bathroom, feeling weak, stumbling over his own feet. He finally got there and cleaned himself up the best he could. He wrapped his arm in cotton gauze, and then applied a quick concealing charm to hide what he had done to himself.
Every step he took, his body ached and groaned more. He decided the best thing to do was have something to eat, the blood would replenish more quickly then.
Harry, slowly, cautiously, and quietly made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He thought he was all alone, until he felt a pair of silver eyes on him.
There sat Draco Malfoy, the love of his life, sitting at the kitchen table, wearing only a pair of pajama pants, his hands wrapped around a mug of green tea.
"Sit down, you need to preserve your strength; I'll make you a sandwich."
"Why would I need to preserve my strength?" Harry asked.
"Do I really look that stupid? My book was misplaced, I knew you had taken one of my blades. Plus after you had passed out, I saw you, became worried, and came down for a cup of tea to relax me; plus you're staggering from blood loss."
The blond helped the other boy into a chair and he began scouring the kitchen for sandwich fixings.
Five minutes later, Harry has a turkey sandwich in front of him, and it took all of his strength to eat it, but essentially felt better after. Draco then helped him up, and supported almost all of Harry's weight up the stairs to Harry's room, where Draco put him to bed, and confiscated his blade. After hiding the blade in his room, he went back into Harry's, and snuggled in his bed next to him.
"You're safe, right here in my arms." Draco whispered.
9:45 AM
Draco awoke and carefully got up from Harry's bed, trying not to wake him. He didn't wake, just fidgeted a little. The blond went down the hall to Hermione's room, knocking on the door, hoping she was awake.
"Who is it?" Hermione's voice came in reply.
"Draco." The blond responded.
"Come on in."
Draco entered and Hermione was in a t-shirt and sweatpants, her hair in a loose ponytail, and was looking through her closet.
"Morning." Said Draco.
"How did you sleep?" Asked Hermione.
"Not well at all."
"Why, is something up?"
"You might want to sit down for this one 'Mione."
She saw down in one of the armchairs facing her fireplace.
"What's the matter Draco?"
"This thing with Ron has really gotten to Harry. He slit himself open last night, he bled out so much that he ended up staggering down to the kitchen at four in the morning, trying to replenish his fluids with some food."
"Oh my Godric."
"I personally have nothing against Ron, but he's gonna piss me off if what he does keeps making Harry do this. He has to quit doing this to himself; I know you and Ron are close, so I was wondering if you could talk to him."
"Of course I will Draco, it's not helping what Ron's doing, it's hurting Harry even more. If talking to Ron doesn't help, Ginny will talk to him, and if that doesn't work, I know the Twins would gladly beat some sense into him. I don't get what his problem with you and Harry is though, he's never been like this before, in all the years I've known him."
"Me neither, thanks for your help Hermione."
"Anytime, you're one of my good friends now, and anything for friends." She said standing up and giving Draco a hug, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find something to wear."
"Of course." Draco said, leaving her room.
The blond went back into Harry's room, where the brunette was still sleeping. He got back into bed with him, wrapped his arm around his waist, and slowly drifted back to sleep.
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Harry woke up screaming.
It took twenty minutes of Draco soothing him to make him stop.
"Baby, what's wrong? Why were you screaming?" Draco asked.
"He knows." Ws all the brunette said.
"He? He who? And who knows what?"
"Voldemort. He knows that you and your mum and alliances with us now."
"Fuck, how did he find out?"
"Crabbe and Goyle."
"I'll fucking…"
"There's more." Harry but Draco off.
"What else could there be?"
"He knows… about us."
"How?"
"I don't know, but I don't want you to get hurt because of my sorry ass. I don't think we should see each other anymore."
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Draco woke up in a cold sweat, it was all a dream. Harry was still sleeping soundly next to him.
"Mmm Draco?" Harry mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing Harry, nothing. Go back to sleep sweetheart."
"Okay."
Harry rolled over, his back facing Draco.
Draco laid back down, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Seriously don't know when this will be updated again. I'm currently working on a vam story that is almost finished (On it's 38th out of 50th Chapter) so maybe before or after that's finished. I'm seriously not sure, and I honestly apologize. I'm not really expecting anyone to read this anymore.
If you would like to see what I've been doing these past seven or so months, writing wise, click my profile, and then it has a link saying 'here' at the bottom in blue. Click that, and you'll be transported to my Live Journal Entry which has all the links to my current Vam (Ville Valo / Bam Margera) stories. I already have 1 completed, one in progess, a handful of one-shots, and a prompt table. Actually one of the stories is HP oriented, so you might get a kick out of that.
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