Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.
Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.
AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta. Thanks for reading and all of the reviews, favs, and alerts.
Love is Blind
Chapter Four: Going Dark
Ron turned the shop door knob once more before leaving; making sure it was securely locked before leaving for the day. George had gone by Grimmauld earlier to check up on Harry, but Ron felt it was his duty to look after his best mate. With a loud pop he arrived at the gloomy home, a shiver running through him despite there being no breeze. Grimmauld always gave him the creeps.
"Harry?" He called, not wanting to alarm the brunette. The floor boards creaked beneath his trainers, causing Ron's face to scrunch in confusion. Where was Harry? The redhead made his way up to the Harry's room, knocking on the door before entering.
"…Harry, you alright?" Ron asked, his concern growing. Sure enough, Harry lay asleep in his bed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Ron sighed in relief; his brain had already jumped to the worst conclusions.
"Do not wake him." A voice growled, causing Ron to jump.
"Kreacher! How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me?"
The elf sneered at the redhead, a tray of tea balancing in his hands. "Ungrateful blood traitor…"
"Oi!" Ron cried. "What have I said about using that language?"
"Kreacher does not-"
"You will listen to Ron's orders, Kreacher. Leave us." Harry mumbled sleepily.
Ron grinned at the elf and waved goodbye. "Yeah, you heard him. Off ya get!"
Kreacher bowed and shuffled out the door leaving Ron and Harry alone. Ron picked up the tray Kreacher had left on the floor, carrying it over to the bed where Harry laid. The bed sunk under Ron's added weight and soon Harry's unseeing eyes were trained on him, well at least in his general area.
"Thirsty?"
Harry shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks."
The two sat in silence for a few minutes as they often did. They didn't need words, just being there was enough for both of them.
"Did George stop by today?" Ron asked as George often got distracted.
"Yeah."
"Good, I don't like you being alone."
" 'M not alone." Harry replied. "Kreacher is here 24/7."
"You know what I mean, mate." Ron sighed in frustration. No matter how many times Ron told Harry that he wanted the other to come live with him he refused. The brunette claimed he didn't want to invade Ron's space or be a bother since Ron lived with Hermione.
"Did you send Malfoy the papers?" Harry asked in a deliberate attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah, I sent the git the papers. He stopped by the shop today…he was acting weird."
"Like how?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you know how he's always been a bit twitchy, but still it seemed like he was scared."
Harry hummed in interest. What on earth could possible scare Draco Malfoy?
…
Draco buried himself with work in order to distract him from the looming threat of the Unbreakable Vow that was held over him. Potter's case was one of the most complicated he had ever seen and it was just the challenge he had been looking for. According to the files, Potter had been recklessly fighting a dark wizard and said wizard had used an unknown spell that knocked Potter out. While, Potter's vitals appeared to be normal during a check up his sight was gone despite countless of tests.
"Saint Potter." Draco sneered. "Never could mind his own bloody business."
Figures Potter would go off and become an Auror, the blonde thought bitterly. If he fixed Potter's sight there was no guarantee the brunette would live another year if he kept the hero act up. He was confident in his ability to cure Potter because unlike others Draco was willing to resort to dark magic. It made sense. A dark spell caused the blindness so a dark spell could also reverse it. The blonde had poured over the notes from Potter's previous doctors and they had only used light spells. One had even resorted to Muggle methods. If the Weasley brothers were willing to play dirty, Draco would eagerly return the favor.
…
It was late and Harry sat alone in Grimmauld Place, his only company Kreacher and the old moans and groans of the house. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't lonely, yet he lied to Ron daily. Covering for George earlier, who hadn't shown up to see him in awhile. Harry knew the redhead would often go out for an afternoon drink or get caught up in an invention instead of visit him. He didn't have the heart to tell Ron and to be honest he didn't really mind. George had never been the same after the war. After Fred's death. Granted, he had gotten a lot better over the years, but still he would never be the happy go lucky prankster Harry had once known.
A knock emitted from Harry's bedroom door, his head snapping towards the sound. "Yes?" he called.
The door creaked open, the sounds of footsteps quietly padding into the room. Harry could sense someone standing right next to him. "What is it, Kreacher?"
"A letter." The elf replied gruffly. "Do you wish me to read it?"
Harry gave a curt nod, hating not being able to read his own mail.
"Potter, I have made progress on methods in curing your condition. When is the most convenient date for us to meet? Please send a reply. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy" Kreacher finished.
"Bullshit." Harry muttered under his breath. He had already accepted his fate so why couldn't everyone just leave him alone? This was his penance for all the deaths he had caused during the war. He had fought valiantly as an Auror and now he would live out the rest of his days in his godfather's house.
"Do you wish to reply?"
"Tell Malfoy he can come over anytime tomorrow and that I changed the wards for him." Harry ordered, hearing the elf shuffle off to write the letter. The room was quite once again, its silence leaving an uncomfortable ringing in Harry's ears. He wouldn't sleep tonight.
…
Draco packed up his bag and caught the lift down to Floo over to Potter's. He was sacrificing his lunch break so Potter better be bloody grateful, the blonde thought as he stepped into the grate. Smoothly he transitioned out of Potter's fireplace and looked around to see the familiar gloom that was Number 12 Grimmauld Place. "Hello?"
"Master is in his room upstairs."
Draco flinched in surprise, not expecting the elf to suddenly appear. With his nose pointed in the air, he made his way up the stairs. Draco took note of the name plaques on the doors upstairs. One read Sirius in untidy scrawl while the other read Regulus in neat script. He kept walking, coming across an unmarked door towards the end of the hall.
"Potter?" the name left his lips before he could stop himself. His chest tightened in fear as his hand grasped the doorknob. He wasn't scared of Potter, but for some reason he dreaded going into the room.
A mop of black hair lay splayed across a pillow, sheltering the majority of Harry's face from Draco's view. As the blonde stepped further into the room he could make out the steady rise and fall of the brunette's chest. The tightness in his chest lightened and he let go of the breath he hadn't known he was holding. Draco couldn't help but think of how innocent Harry looked. He could almost pass for late teens or early twenties, he mused.
Draco had been so lost in thought he hadn't notice the messy head of hair rise from the bed, a pair of unseeing eyes staring in his general direction.
"Hello?" a rough voice asked, cautiously.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise an odd croaking noise leaving him instead of words. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Potter, I'm sorry I've seen to have come at an inconvenient time."
Harry yawned loudly. "Its fine, Malfoy. So are you here to tell me I'm incurable?"
"The opposite, actually." Draco replied, smugly. "But you'll probably be too much of a goody two shoes to try my idea."
"Do tell." Harry drawled in a Malfoy like fashion.
Pulling up a nearby chair Draco sat next to Harry's bed, confident that Potter would surely fire him and end this silly life debt he was trapped in. "Its so obvious I don't know why we didn't think about this before. Think about it, Potter. A dark spell caused your already horrid sight to vanish so why not use another dark form of magic to cure your ailment." He said, innocently.
Draco eagerly watched for a response, expecting Potter to throw him out and never want to see him again. Instead, a deep chuckle rumbled throughout the room causing Draco to look around in confusion. He looked back at Harry and was speechless when he figured out the laughter was coming from the Boy Who Lived.
With his head cradled in his hand, Harry's laughter died off. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Harry turned to face Malfoy. "Why the hell not!"