Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, I wouldn't be in the fandom otherwise.
A/N: Please review, it would really help me build the story.
Second Chapter
How odd, how peculiar it is that time seems to be one of the fastest thing in the world for some people. One day you were just having this sophisticated, strict, and cold life and then the next thing you knew, it all ended in a bliss. His life slowly faded away, he lost it, but it never disappeared, it was never gone. It was there for a moment, but he lost his grasp to it. He even lost the chance of taking it back again.
He watched still and quiet as the world around him changed. You can only see a tiny bit portion of the world just by staring at the glass window. He watched as the shop across them got destroyed by the civil war, he heard the people screaming and running for their lives, orphaned children were there, just outside that glass window, roaming the streets.
He watched as Harry Potter entered the shop for the second time. This time, he was relief that instead of the doll tempting him, he became scared of it. His reaction though, caused him to jump back and slowly hit Draco Malfoy's vessel.
He was fragile and that fall caused him to shatter to pieces. It didn't hurt. His soul was trapped in the body and nothing more, he couldn't feel pain physically and for once he became grateful for that because he was at a rather higher shelves than the others.
He watched as the Boy-Who-Lived picked him up and carried him to his chest, he was holding him like he would break again at any moment. He watched as he was carried outside the shop.
It took him a long time before he recovered from astonishment.
No one, not even one doll managed to step a foot outside the shop. It was their prison. The moment that they enter the shop, their soul will be bound to it. Forever.
He couldn't help but make a small prayer inside his mind. He really believe now, in all his heart and soul, that the Boy-Who-Lived could save him.
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Harry managed to sneak inside his bedroom without even receiving a glance from the Dursleys. He praised himself for doing all his chores before getting chased by his useless cousin.
Although, he should still be careful and aware. The lock to his bedroom was only outside the door in case he does something his walrus of an Uncle decides to punish him. Someone might enter his room at any second and they would quickly notice that he 'stole', as he imagined that they would say it, a doll and brought it inside the house.
He unfolded his arms and laid the parts of the doll on his bed. He stared at it.
The doll seems expensive since it was glass, and it was rare to see one nowadays. You wouldn't expect to encounter one after going through the war. His face, his clothes, even his glass blonde hair was covered in dust. It was a satisfying doll, in his opinion, and it was really idiotic for the owner to just leave it in that shop.
He picked a handkerchief from his coat and wiped the dust off the whole doll.
Even though he just had it for a while, he had this passion and care that he wanted to give the doll that the owner hasn't. He smiled at it, and his green orbs was enough to see that he already liked the doll.
"I'm so sorry for breaking you," he said. "It was so careless of me. But don't worry, I'll fix you."
The doll didn't respond as expected but instead gave him a smile that was plastered in its face permanently.
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Harry. His name is Harry. Draco finally got his name. Harry, his savior, his light, his hope. For once, the smile that was placed in his vessel was the truth. He finally found a reason to smile again.
Harry was alone, he figured, which was unfair. The boy was kind, passionate, and caring to him even though he was just a doll. Harry once cleaned his suit that he's been wearing for ages, polished him and his broken pieces, then found a way to glue him back together. He held him with gentleness and also smile at him for unknown reasons.
Harry's uncle and aunt abuse him. He would sometimes come to his room with small bruises, a mark in his wrist like someone grabbed the life out of him, and there would also be tears in the corners of his eyes. Harry would jumped on his bed and stare at him on his usual place, the bedside table. Harry likes to place him there.
He wanted to wipe the tears away, wanted to kiss his forehead when the boy would cry in front of him, he wanted to whisper every soothing words that he could to his ears, embrace him, care for him, comfort him.
He didn't know why he felt that way towards the boy, but it was inside of him. He wants to protect Harry Potter, and he would make a way to be by Harry's side.
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Harry stormed his way out of the kitchen after having a heated argument with his uncle and aunt. He slammed the door to his bedroom and jumped into his bed.
He cried and tears were streaming down his eyes. He buried his face on his pillow and there came the muffled sobs. He was shaking uncontrollably and his nails were digging its way to his pillow.
He didn't felt comfortable crying in front of his doll after a few days of caring for it. It was all that he had. Somehow, he felt like its silver orbs were watching him in his bedroom which he ignored unless he's crying, so he hid his tears were the doll couldn't watch him cry. For once, he felt, he hoped that the doll was only faking a smile at him. That behind that smile was sympathy, that someone would somehow care.
He laughed.
No one cares for him, and now he was losing his mind, desperate for a companion, for someone to be there for him, and even considering a doll.
He shook his head and after that, cried himself to sleep.
He didn't notice a figure kissing his forehead and someone draping a blanket over him, but he felt warmth, he felt someone's presence, lulling him to sleep.