Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine or else it would never exist because right until now, I haven't even finished one of my stories. . . .
A/N: Can you please review? Still, thank you for reading. . . tell me if you have any problems with the story.
He was a murderer. A killer. The source of it all. He shattered the future of so many people.
He watched as the Potters stepped inside the shop. He knew their last name because the couple was sweet-talking each other, referring to each other in their last name. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were innocent and so happy, not knowing the curse that was after them, waiting for another of its prey. And the worse thing was they had a child, a child that they should be coming home to and it tortured him to know that because of him, the child would lose his parents and become an orphan.
He watched as the beautiful Ginny walked inside and looked around in awe, her eyes glued to the dolls surrounding the shop and the next thing she knew, her soul was trapped inside of her meant to be vessel, looking outside the glass window of the shop as her four brothers came looking for her screaming her name countless times. It was the same thing for a year, the whole family was searching for her, her mother in the arms of her father, crying, her sobs echoing inside his mind, until they finally gave up.
He watched as a blonde youth entered, his composure, strict and with pride even at such a young age, his silver eyes filled with coldness. The boy could have changed his path, could have taken risks in the distant future that could change his life into a happy one, he could have had a choice to make a future for himself without him carrying darkness all around him, but the curse broke his chance of even thinking about those things.
Tom Riddle Jr., he himself, knows that he was a murderer. He blamed himself for making the curse and the shop in ruins exist.
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Harry beamed at the doll.
It was like the light to his darkness. The doll somehow made things lighter for him just by its presence. His heart always softened when he looks at it with love.
Two weeks. Two weeks and he'd come to love the glass doll. He sometimes couldn't help but think that maybe fate has finally decided to give him something. He had nothing until the doll came to him.
At first, the smiles that he gave to the doll were meaningless, just a simple gesture to smile back at it because it was also somehow smiling at him too without any reasons. But then, his smiles became a thing or two to express his feeling for the doll.
It wasn't a long time before he made small talks to the doll even though it couldn't respond. Maybe his depression was finally triggering at him and he's finally losing his mind. Maybe it was just his desperation, but it made things okay.
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Harry loved him.
He would always look closely at Draco and see if there was even a tinge of dust on him, he would wash Draco's clothes at about two times a week, Harry would always give him a genuine smile for unknown reasons, and his actions were just shouting it. Shouting that he loved Draco just for being there.
"I really don't get why the owner left you and the others in that shop," Harry said this one time. "It was his loss though. I mean, you're a beautiful doll," Harry stroked his cheek with gentleness and care, treating him as a fragile thing.
Harry's fingers suddenly stopped halfway from making another stroke. He froze for quite a long time and Draco started to worry. What was wrong with his Harry?
Then, Harry stared at him and narrowed his eyes.
"I can't believe it," he exclaimed. "I don't know your name, you don't have one."
A pang of sadness suddenly hit Draco as realization dawned on him. He knows Harry really well, yet Harry doesn't know a tiny bit about him.
"How about Skylar? Not really," Harry shook his head. "Henry? Too common. Colin? It really doesn't fit you. Drake? It's close but. . . how about we add fierceness to that. Draco?"
He know that he was paralyzed but he would have froze if he's not. Maybe it was just a big coincidence or maybe it was one of Harry's hunch.
"Yes, Draco would be fine," Harry said before he chuckled. "I'll call you Draco, Draco."
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The bruise ended up in his skin because of something to do with unfinished chores.
It took all his strength to calm down, not to break free from his vessel, and kill, torture, and make the Dursleys scream for hurting Harry.
He wanted to stroke Harry's cheeks and kiss his forehead and make him feel better. Tears were forcing their way out of the beautiful green eyes that was now covered with sadness. He himself wanted to howl in pain for not being able to comfort Harry.
It was then that Harry realized that his only companion for now was Draco. He was all that he had. Crying in front of Draco made him uncomfortable again. He stroked the pale cheek and smiled at it even though it hurts, the bruise right beside his lips was still fresh.
"I'm okay, Draco. . . " he said. Draco couldn't understand, he wanted to ask out really loud why he could still manage to smile at him after what his relatives have done to him. "Just. . . . Just stay. Please."
Draco was crying in the inside.
He cried himself to sleep again and Draco would come out of his vessel. He figured out that he could do it because the curse was stronger when he was in the shop, maybe because of the distant of the source of the curse, he managed to get himself out of his vessel.
He kissed the forehead of the boy that was sleeping mutely in his bed.
That night, he promised himself that he would get Harry out of this hell.
That night, Draco didn't care that he slept beside Harry.