Title: Unexpected Savior
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, non-con, cutting (I know, really doesn't sound fluffy)
Disclaimer: Not mine! (unfortunately) All hail J.K.Rowling and anyone else who does have ownership!
Author's Note: This started out as my usual short, angsty piece, but my muse pelted me with fluff, so here goes.
He ran, chest heaving with silent sobs. Finally the lack of air got to him, and he collapsed against a wall somewhere in the dungeons.
Ron and Hermione wouldn't even notice he was gone until morning, and the thought did nothing to comfort him.
What went wrong? He asked himself bleakly. Hogwarts was supposed to be his sanctuary, his home. Now, in seventh year, all he wanted was to be gone.
Cho still blamed him for Cedric's death, as did Harry himself. There was no loving godfather to run to when he needed advice. Dumbledore couldn't be disturbed; he was much too busy trying to deal with Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were together now, which Harry approved of, but it meant that they spent more and more time off by themselves.
And I'm left with no one, Harry thought. Slowly depression wrapped around him, choking him. As his tears ran dry, he pulled out a small dagger contemplatively. The sharp blade gleamed brightly, so tempting. How easy it would be to just end it now. A few quick strokes were all it would take.
Dreamily he held the blade to his wrist, feeling the sharp sting of metal cutting into him. Harry dragged it across slowly, watching the hot, red blood well up and drip onto the floor.
Draco wandered the halls aimlessly, idly scratching the old scars on his wrist. They were from before last year, before Voldemort killed Lucius on a whim.
At the time, Draco couldn't quite bring himself to mourn the bastard who'd been beating and torturing him in the name of "training" since has was three, and he felt the same way now.
A month after Lucius death and Narcissa's abandonment, Snape, his godfather, had officially adopted him.
Now he was a somewhat different person, not to mention Head Boy and second in the class only to Hermione.
And also, he thought sardonically, an insomniac. His Head Boy status gave him leave to wander the halls freely, which he took advantage of nearly every night.
As he neared his rooms, he thought he heard a noise. Turning the corner, Draco met jewel-bright green eyes. "What the hell?"
Then he saw the dagger, and the pool of blood that the boy's wrist lay in. "Oh Merlin, Potter," he whispered.
Harry smirked up at him, somehow finding it funny that Malfoy would be the last person he saw before he died, before passing out and sinking the rest of the way to the ground.
Author's Note: Okay, short first chapter, and not so much fluff, but it's coming. Review so I know to keep writing!
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, non-con, cutting (I know, really doesn't sound fluffy)
Disclaimer: Not mine! (unfortunately) All hail J.K.Rowling and anyone else who does have ownership!
Author's Note: This started out as my usual short, angsty piece, but my muse pelted me with fluff, so here goes.
He ran, chest heaving with silent sobs. Finally the lack of air got to him, and he collapsed against a wall somewhere in the dungeons.
Ron and Hermione wouldn't even notice he was gone until morning, and the thought did nothing to comfort him.
What went wrong? He asked himself bleakly. Hogwarts was supposed to be his sanctuary, his home. Now, in seventh year, all he wanted was to be gone.
Cho still blamed him for Cedric's death, as did Harry himself. There was no loving godfather to run to when he needed advice. Dumbledore couldn't be disturbed; he was much too busy trying to deal with Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were together now, which Harry approved of, but it meant that they spent more and more time off by themselves.
And I'm left with no one, Harry thought. Slowly depression wrapped around him, choking him. As his tears ran dry, he pulled out a small dagger contemplatively. The sharp blade gleamed brightly, so tempting. How easy it would be to just end it now. A few quick strokes were all it would take.
Dreamily he held the blade to his wrist, feeling the sharp sting of metal cutting into him. Harry dragged it across slowly, watching the hot, red blood well up and drip onto the floor.
Draco wandered the halls aimlessly, idly scratching the old scars on his wrist. They were from before last year, before Voldemort killed Lucius on a whim.
At the time, Draco couldn't quite bring himself to mourn the bastard who'd been beating and torturing him in the name of "training" since has was three, and he felt the same way now.
A month after Lucius death and Narcissa's abandonment, Snape, his godfather, had officially adopted him.
Now he was a somewhat different person, not to mention Head Boy and second in the class only to Hermione.
And also, he thought sardonically, an insomniac. His Head Boy status gave him leave to wander the halls freely, which he took advantage of nearly every night.
As he neared his rooms, he thought he heard a noise. Turning the corner, Draco met jewel-bright green eyes. "What the hell?"
Then he saw the dagger, and the pool of blood that the boy's wrist lay in. "Oh Merlin, Potter," he whispered.
Harry smirked up at him, somehow finding it funny that Malfoy would be the last person he saw before he died, before passing out and sinking the rest of the way to the ground.
Author's Note: Okay, short first chapter, and not so much fluff, but it's coming. Review so I know to keep writing!