My Love
bAuthor:/b MyWhiteDecember
bRated:/b M
bPairing:/b Draco/Harry (Bottom!Harry)
bChapters:/b 2?
bGenre:/b Romance/Angst
bWarning:/b No warnings for this chapter
bDisclaimer:/b Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Boohoo.
bSummary:/b Harry and Draco have one single night of passion before the battle. Three months later, Draco realises that he loves Harry. But will the realisation strike him too late? Character death. Reborn!Harry.
A/N: Heheh. Been long, eh? I've no excuse except that I'm too f-ing lazy. Well, I did the second chapter. Yay me!! You'll notice that the Reborn!Harry is very childish for a 11 yr old... I just like sweet little Harry. I finished writing the chapter and was reading it again and I'm like 'Damn! Is Harry supposed to be 5 or 11??' So yeah... R&R!!!
The neighbourhood lay quite and peaceful; the birds were singing, the leaves were rustling, and the children were playing outside on their lawns. The Potters had just moved to Privet Drive last year - into the newly vacated house with the brass number 4 on the front door - and they were quite happy. The married couple's first and also the last child - a beautiful boy child - was playing outside by himself.
The boy, Harry, was really very beautiful. He had soft, ruffled hair the colour of the deepest darkest abyss, and eyes as green as envy. His skin was pale like a corpse's (although it looked much more healthy owing to the flushes of pink that were always present in his cheeks), but his lips were a lively berry red. He also had a tiny faded scar on his forehead the shape of a lightning bolt since birth - and that was the only blemish on his soft smooth skin. He was quite small for his age and was full of the childish innocence that most children had already started to lose by his age.
Even though he was an unusually beautiful child, he lived an ordinary life. He went to an ordinary school, had ordinary friends, got ordinary grades, had ordinary parents, and did ordinary things - until the day he got a letter; by owl.
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Almost eleven years after his birth, Harry Potter was sitting at the small kitchen table, swinging his little legs back and forth as his parents read the letter that a big bird had dropped on their doorstep. The letter was written on funny yellowy paper and the words were a dark green colour and Harry could not read them because all the letters were stuck together with lines so that they looked more like a design than words.
His daddy read the letter first, and raised one of his bushy eyebrows like how he does when Harry makes silly excuses for not cleaning his room. He passed the letter to his mommy, and she looked at daddy with a strange look in her eyes after reading the letter, then turned to look at Harry who was still swinging his legs back and forth. His daddy got up and followed his mommy when she told him that she wanted to talk privately.
Harry sat there with his legs swinging and his little hands clasped together on the tabletop.
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Lisa Potter was stunned that her son had been accepted to Hogwarts; no one from her family had been magical enough to be accepted to the school in a long while. She herself was a squib from a long line of squibs. Same goes for her husband. Now their little boy has been accepted to the most prestigious magic school in England.
She could barely contain her happiness. However, her husband seemed to think that it was some joke. He himself had received a prank letter accepting him to Hogwarts, and therefore Joseph was sceptical.
"Darling," said Lisa with patience, "this letter has the seal of Hogwarts as well as Albus Dumbledore's signature. There is no way anyone could forge that."
"They might be able to if they could do magic, and who's to say that seals and signatures can't be forged with magic?" asked Joseph.
"Seals and signatures can be forged without the help of magic as well-"
"Exactly!" interrupted the man. "If they could be done without magic, they could definitely be done with magic!"
"Well, there's a simple way to find out. We could check the magical signature of the person who wrote the letter."
"And how do you propose we do that? We can't do magic if you haven't noticed."
"We could send a letter to Dumbledore and ask for confirmation that he sent the letter," honestly, Lisa was getting tired of her husband's cynical, sarcastic ways. But she wasn't about to tell him that since the man would probably get even more sarcastic just to piss her off.
"Alright. Let's do that. Right now. But where do we get the owl from?"
"Diagon Alley."
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When Lisa and Joseph entered the kitchen to tell Harry that they were going out for a while, they found him standing on a chair he had dragged over to the counter. The shelf above the counter was open and a jar of strawberry jam was clutched tighty in Harry's little fist.
Lisa smiled as Harry's lovely face turned towards them guiltily, strawberry jam smeared around his lips and on his cheeks.
"You little monster," said Lisa adoringly. "C'mon, get ready to go stay with Mrs. Jane while yor daddy and I go out for a while."
Harry jumped into Lisa outstretched arms and let her carry him to the bathroom, leaving Joseph to put the top back on the jam jar and place it back in the shelf.
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Lisa and Joseph Potter could see the Leaky Cauldron since they were not complete muggles. However, they could not oopen the wall beyond which Diagon Alley lay, so they got Tom, the bar keeper to open it and get them an owl. The man came back with a gorgeous snow white owl that Lisa knew Harry would love.
On the way back home, they picked Harry up from their neighbour, Mrs. Jane, and as Lisa had thought Harry immediately started cooing and petting the owl through the cage.
Once they got home, Lisa and Joseph had written a letter to Dumbledore and sent it with the owl, after reassuring a teary-eyed Harry that the bird would come back.
It wasn't till later that night that they got a reply affirming Harry's acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Lisa was ecstastic, and even Joseph was happy if still a little sceptic. Harry was asleep so he didn't know the great news yet as they hadn't told him about the letter he had received so he didn't get his hopes up.
However, Lisa was also a little worried; Harry was quite childish and innocent for an eleven year old and was gullible to any older student, plus Harry had never been away from his parents for longer than a day so she was worried how he would stay practically an entire year at Hogwarts. She also worried that her son would be pushed around and wouldn't really have any friends since he was gentle and sweet while boys his age were rough and running around everywhere.
She sighed and told herself to let go of her fears; Harry had to learn to be alone and be a man someday and now was a good time to start. Plus, she didn't want to ruin Harry's chance at Hogwarts with her worrying. She was so happy that Harry had been given a chance that she had yearned for and would have done anything a young eleven year old mind could think of to get in.
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office and stroking his long white beard, deep in thought. He stared out at the quidditch pitch, remembering the first game that Harry Potter played, and how he had practically swallowed the snitch by accident. Dumbledore allowed himself a small smile at the memory.
Then he sobered again, thinking of how to break it to Draco Malfoy that Harry Potter was coming back to Hogwarts. He wondered whether to tell the young Defence Agains the Dark Arts teacher that the boy is the same Harry Potter that he used to know and secretly love, expect he was now eleven years old, and couldn't remember Draco let alone anyone else.
Life had not been the same since Harry had died in the final battle. Dumbledore had never mourned the death of anyone as strongly as he did Harry's; the boy was like a grandson to him.
Dumbledore sighed wearily, closing his eyes at the pain that pierced through him at the memories. He turned to look at Fawkes as the bird sat on his perch and stared at Dumbledore with his watery black eyes.
"What do you think of our new students? Especially one Harry Potter?" asked Dumbledore as he held his arm out for the bird.
Fawkes trilled and flew over to the man. He tilted his head and sang softly, the same sad, lovely tune he had sung at Harry's funeral. Dumbledore knew that song was just for Harry since Fawkes had never sung that tune before and never does until Harry's name is mentioned. The man knew the bird had adored Harry as he had been unusually quiet and still after the boy's death.
Dumbledore stroked Fawkes' head and decided to let Draco Malfoy know that the love of his life has come back at the staff meeting right before the Welcome Feast. The man's eyes twinkled as he pondered the new turn of events. Finally the days were going to be interesting. Dumbledore wondered whether this Harry would be as adventerous as the last Harry; would he attract as much trouble? Would he and Severus still fight? Would he be as courageous? Would he be as kind? Well, there were seven years ahead to answer those questions. Finally the monotonous drone the days had become would be brightened again. Dumbledore just knew it; the little boy was going to lighten the hearts of many.
Well, there's the 2nd chapter of the story I started couple of year ago!! yay!! Please review and tell me what you think.
MWD
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