Yours
“Draco.”
The name sounded so foreign when Harry voiced it out in the midst of the soft snowfall as he stared at the boy standing in front of him. The boy who plagued Harry's thoughts, each and every waking moment since the day he met him. Now he thought he figured out the reason why he was so fixated upon him. That was his inner instincts screaming to him along with the mate bond call.
Those silvery eyes stared back at him with guarded emotions, waiting for him. He could not help but want to just push away all of the questions he seeks. He wanted this moment to just be about them, Harry and Draco. Not Harry Potter, Dark Lord’s bane and not Draco Black, most wanted game changer of the war. Nevertheless, he knew that one way or the other they have to face all of it and if it is possible, Harry wanted to face all of it with him. By his side.
He swallowed up all the emotions running through him, the strong urge of his wolf to run up to his mate and hug him, take care of him, and be with him.
“Who are you really? Marius or Draco?” Harry’s voice was controlled. He still could not believe what was right in front of his eyes.
Draco stood still, composing himself. His beating heart and the traitorous tears that are trying to spill from his eyes as his resolve began to shake as soon as he saw those green eyes stare straight back at him.
“My real name is Draco Black, son of Narcissa Black, an abomination,” Draco began to clutch his head as the imbalance of his magic began to pour in like waves he let out a barked laugh. “You can call me whatever you want—“
He was cut off when he felt his cold body engulfed with such warmness that his eyes widened, a gasp released from his mouth. Harry held him so tightly his head tucked on the crook of his neck as one arm around his waist whilst the other one caressing his head.
“What are you doing? You know very well the danger of what awaits anyone who is with me—“ He tried to push Harry away but his hold on him was tighter than before but was not hurtful in any way.
“I don’t care!” Harry said loudly which made Draco wanted to turn his head to face him, but the wolf just held him in place. “You are Draco. My Draco.”
A single tear cannot help but fall from Draco’s eyes as he heard those words from his lips.
“You’re still the same smart, understanding, kind person that you are even if I met you as Marius. You are not an abomination, you are mine and I won’t ever let anything get in the way of that.”
Draco bit his bottom lip as he let himself cry softly. His voice shook when he tried to reply. “People die around me. People I love and I—“
“Who do you think I am? I am the Dark Lord’s bane, I am a target just as much as you are.” Harry said to his hair. “So, what do you think? We are an odd pair, aren’t we?”
Draco huffed out a wet laugh. He finally began to circle his arms around the other, closing his eyes and seeping in all the warmth that Harry’s arms were providing him.
“We are.” Draco might not have seen it but he could feel Harry’s growing smile.
“Damn right we are and we will face all of it. I want to face it all with you by my side.”
Draco took in the comforting smell of Harry as he asked again to confirm it. “You— You want me by your side? But I can’t, I can’t provide you with an heir.”
“We will cross that bridge when we get there. Because as much as you are mine, I am yours and no one could ever hope to change that.”
A small smile began to form in Draco’s lips. The thought of having someone to share everything with, someone who would stand by him no matter what, was something he longed to have for so long but thought could never have. Now that he has it, he assured himself that he would never let it all go. He was only human, despite it all, as long as Harry is by his side he would face everything even if it would go against his Mother’s will. He wondered, when has he became so selfish, but with the warmth of Harry that enveloped him… He hoped that she would forgive him.
When Harry released him, Harry wiped away the remnant tears on his eyes with his thumb as he cradled Draco’s face in his hands. Draco looked up at those emerald eyes that looked at him with so much adoration that he could not help to start telling him of his plan to leave Hogwarts.
“Harry, I—“ A sudden shock bolted throughout Draco’s body that he felt the darkness within him swirl with rage. He was not prepared for such a sudden change. He thought he had fully suppressed the darkness within his body but he was wrong.
Harry watched as Draco wretched himself away from his embrace and held onto his head, his face that of in pain. His grunts of pain were all that Harry could hear. The werewolf had no idea what to do. He kept on asking Draco what was wrong but it seemed like the blonde was lost to the world around him. His ear-piercing screams made the hairs on Harry’s arms stand with fear and worry.
Draco suddenly felt a dark aura hug him from behind, his eyes widened at this. The darkness has grown and began to take form prepared to take over who he currently is. He did not expect the darkness within him to grow this much, unless… someone had influenced him. He was about to look back but only to hear his own voice whisper to his ear.
“You could rest for now. You will find clarity in the darkness.”
Draco felt his subconsciousness fade away and his control over his body being overtaken by his own darkness. He was sinking so deep in the murky water of his mind. He felt like he would never awaken.
Harry watched as Draco’s form suddenly stopped moving and he reached toward his shoulder. Draco’s hand fell to his sides, his head bowed. “Draco? What— What happened?”
Harry was shocked when a pale hand began to enclose on his throat, black-cold irises stared up at him, a wicked smile on his face.
‘This is not Draco. But who?’
The hand was now beginning to constrict his throat further. Harry held onto Draco’s wrist but he could not find it within himself to hurt him.
“Dr—aco, st—op” He tried voicing out and a sudden flicker of recognition flashed in those black eyes as his neck was released. Harry coughed out as he breathed in the air.
Once again, Draco was clutching his head. Blood was now flowing from his nose. Harry noticed the different color of Draco’s blood, it was black. He was struggling with something that Harry couldn’t see. He was gritting his teeth as if he was fighting an internal enemy that even he could not defeat. Suddenly, his head rose up to the sky and his eyes rolling back.
Harry rushed to catch him before he could fall to the grass.
“Draco! Draco!” Harry cradled Draco in his chest and assessed him. Pale eyelashes fluttered and soft gray eyes looked up at worried green eyes.
“Dra—“ He was easily cut off by Draco’s voice.
“Take me to my room please.”
Harry was about to ask something but Draco looked at him with a tired expression so he yielded. He picked up Draco seeing that he was not capable of standing by his own while Draco wiped the blood from his nose with his white sleeves and tucked his head to the nape of Harry’s neck, inhaling in the scent of Harry.
The werewolf had many questions running up his brain but he had to set it all aside for now. His mate needed him and he would have to trust Draco on this. They passed through the quiet hallways of the castle, only the clicking of Harry’s fast pace was heard.
In a dark alcove, a pair of eyes watched as Harry passed through, his senses seemingly inactive. As soon as Harry’s back was no longer seen, the figure came out of the alcove only to reveal Luna. Nymphadora, still awake, watched as her eyes could see the darkness seeping and colliding with the neutrality of Draco’s magic. A wicked grin grew on her face.
“It seems like his darkness has grown. I no longer even have to lift a finger.” She placed her hand on her back as she hummed away to Ravenclaw Tower.
….
Harry finally reached the Hufflepuff’s Common Room. He rushed to Draco’s quarters only to see what looked like runes at one side of the room engraved on the floor. He felt Draco clutching his robes and so he looked down at him to hear his soft voice.
“Set me down by the runes.”
Harry did as he was told, but when he was about to enter the rune circle with Draco, his dog Beau stopped him from moving further. He tried to ask but when Draco was fully inside the rune circle, he saw the darkness seep out of Draco’s body. His eyes widened. When he was about to ask again, Draco began to voice out, his head leaning onto Beau’s shoulder for support.
“This is the darkness within me. It started to seep out due to the imbalance of my magic.”
Harry’s eyes then widened. It seemed like during their History of Magic he was listening after all. “You are a Nullum.”
Draco nodded at this and Harry’s hand clenched.
“How— How did this happen?” Harry asked as he wondered when or how Draco’s magic became unstable.
Draco gave him a tired smile. “Does it matter?”
Harry wanted to know more but Draco looked away from him, clearly dismissing the idea. He reached out to Draco and the blonde’s eyes widened pushing Harry’s hand out of the rune circle.
“Are you insane? You might not be a witch like me but this darkness could still affect you.” His voice was laced with fear and worry that Harry smiled at him gently and reached his hands to cradle Draco’s face.
“We all have darkness inside of us Draco, no one could deny that. It is within us if we were to accept it or reject it. And this, this is a part of you Draco.”
Draco’s eyes widened his eyes brimming with unshed tears. Harry just caressed his thumb to his cheek.
“I trust you. I know you will get through this because you are stronger than anything else.”
Harry was now inside the rune and Draco could feel the darkness trying to seep in within Harry but he knew he could not allow that. The fear that was now emanating from Draco was making the darkness greater and he was looking around him in panic.
Harry's hand made him turn to look straight into his eyes. Draco saw no fear, nothing but complete and utter trust in him. Harry gave him a gentle smile. “You can do this Draco. Suppress it.”
“I-I can’t. I don’t know how. Get out. Get out of the circle now while I could still have little control over it!”
Harry’s forehead then touched his. Draco felt as if all his fears were blown away.
“You can. I have faith in you.”
Tears fell from his eyes as he closed them. He could feel his magic fighting over the little balance he had kept for years. He remembered the time when the balance of his magic once broke free. It pained him to remember about his death, but he dug deeper to remember his mother’s words that day he found his body in that forest, his mangled soul not even allowed to pass on. The darkness seeped out, seeking blood to the one who caused him harm. He could barely remember that day as it hurt him. But he could now hear the words his mother uttered that day.
‘Deep breath, my child. Do not let the darkness run free. Remember who you are.’
He uttered the Latin words his mother whispered in his ear that day and he could feel the balance within him returning, the darkness seemingly chained, but still on the surface waiting to run free.
A pulse of magic was expelled and the rune broke as Harry watched the darkness that was once swirling after Draco got expelled. Soon, silver eyes looked up at him with a weak smile on his lips. Harry had wanted to kiss him but then again, he could feel how tired his mate is.
“You did it.” Harry beamed at him with pride and Draco sighed in relief. He did not even care when Harry began to pick him up bridal style and laid him down on the bed. The werewolf removing the covers to cover him with it. He crouched down near his head and folded his arms atop the bed to watch him. Draco wanted to talk to him more but Harry just brushed his stray hair away from his face. Draco found this so endearing.
“Sleep. You need it.”
Harry continued to comb his fingers through his hair. Draco was feeling sleepy at this and he saw Beau comfortably sleeping by his feet facing him. Harry was about to stand and leave but Draco clutched on to his sleeve.
“Stay.” The sleepy and tired voice of Draco rang out in the silence. Harry was stunned where he stood but smiled down at Draco.
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He pointed the couch at the huge room of Draco but then the blonde’s hand tightened on his sleeve.
“Stay, next to me.”
Harry’s eyes widened when he saw the fear in Draco’s eyes and obliged. He laid down next to Draco and the blonde snuggled up to him easily.
Draco snuck his head to Harry’s chest. His grip on his clothes was tighter as if he was scared of Harry leaving him, so he just hugged Draco and combed his blond hair to soothe him. He kissed the top of his head. He wanted to know what could make Draco this vulnerable but he was afraid to ask him.
“This was not the first time my darkness seeped out.”
Harry’s form stiffened at the sudden honesty. He never thought Draco would be willing to share that part of himself with him right now. However, at the same time, he felt trusted. He held onto his mate tighter as he kissed the top of Draco’s head, urging him to continue.
“I lost someone dear to me years ago; he was just like you Harry, a being full of light. I—I did not have the power to protect him from what happened. I did not have the power and strength to stop myself from what had happened.”
Draco closed his eyes as memories of that day flashed to his eyes, the smell of blood and magic and death. Harry just clutched him tighter as if to anchor him to the present where he was. He listened carefully to what Draco was sharing, despite the flare of jealousy that burned within him.
“When I found him, he was already gone. In my grief and rage, I let the darkness in me take over.” Draco released a breath he did not remember holding as he recalled the screams and the laughter and the one voice that stopped him.
“I killed people, Harry. Innocent ones. I could not stop myself.” He pushed Harry away slightly as he sat up, not daring to look up to those green eyes that would be surely full of hate and fear and disgust at him. He looked at his hands and he could still remember them drenched in blood as his laughter rang in the midst of the village.
“I was so disgusted with myself because despite what I had done, I felt so powerful. I was addicted that I did not mind if my body was destroyed by the surge of magic.”
Harry sat up and looked at Draco. His face was so pale and his figure was shaking as he stared at his hands.
“The worst part of it was that in some twisted way— I liked it.”
Harry kept watching as Draco’s eyes turned so blank that it felt as if he was not there, as if he was lost. He swallowed as he asked. “You liked it?”
Draco nodded like a broken doll telling a story that haunted him every single day of his life. “Power.” Then he suddenly looked up at Harry, his eyes full of fear and unshed tears as his lips wobbled. “I’m scared, Harry. I-I don’t want to—“
Draco was engulfed in warmth. He sobbed in Harry’s chest as he clutched him tighter. “How could you still touch me after what I just told you?”
Harry released a sigh he was holding as he caressed Draco’s hair so tenderly. “We all have pasts that we wish to forget, but you living with what you have done, never forgetting and until now repenting, is something not anyone can just do.”
Draco looked up at those green eyes and saw nothing but acceptance in them.
“You are afraid. That is proof enough that you did not mean what you did. Many who have done so has walked away from their past, but you. You are living with it. You accepted the wrong that you have done. You are so brave Draco.”
Tears fell from Draco’s eyes as he clutched Harry’s shirt tighter and closed his eyes. “Promise me something.”
Harry looked down at the other who seems to curl upon him closer than he could. “What is it?”
Draco took a deep breath before he pushed Harry to look up straight at his eyes that look upon him as if he was the world itself.
“If I ever fall to my darkness—“ Harry’s breath momentarily stopped as he watched those silvery blue eyes be filled with conviction asking him to keep his promise, it made him feel dread at what Draco was about to say, “—kill me”
Harry sat there, frozen. His time stopped, his body rigid and his wolf howled in despair and rage as if the mere thought of Draco’s death was something he could not imagine. He could not speak. He felt like even his breathing stopped and he was stuck in a loop as he could not comprehend what Draco just voiced out to him.
Warm hands held his cheeks and he was right back to reality where there was Draco in front of him, alive. He felt like he could breathe again. Everything was right again. He clutched those hands as he tilted his head to smell the scent only Draco held. It kept him anchored to the world. It kept him sane for what was to come.
“You can’t ask me that, Draco. You know why.” Harry’s eyes were filled with emotions even Draco could not read.
“I know, but I would rather die by your hand than fall to the wrong side.” Harry’s face was scrunched up. He looked like he was about to burst into anger as he tried to turn away, but Draco held him still as he stared up into those eyes. “I don’t want to burden you with that pain, but I don’t want to be turned into a person who will be a thorn against you in this war. I know how capable I am. Mowing down a single village is nothing to me. What more when I reach my age and my magic is fully released?”
Harry looked so conflicted. But in his eyes, Draco could see understanding in them. He pushed forward.
“I don’t want to be the reason for you to lose everything. You are my mate and I adore you too much to take all of that from you.”
Harry did not hesitate to hug him. Draco hugged him back with a rueful smile on his lips. He could feel the harsh breathing of Harry on his neck.
“I know that if it comes to that choice I don’t want you to choose me over your everything, that’s why I am stealing this choice from you. I don’t want to be your weakness.”
Harry released a warm breath as he inhaled deeply and voiced out full of determination. “I am not going to promise you anything.” Draco was once again about to reason out but Harry cut him off before he could. “You are not weak, you are strong and brave and kind. You view and judge people not by their blood, their status or clan, but by who they are. You are the fresh air I have been longing to breathe in and you are the change this world needed. I will not allow that to happen, as long as I live and breathe. No one will take you away from me, not when I had just found you.”
Draco clutched Harry tighter. He could feel the darkness starting to pick on his resolve, but the warmth that held him gave him the strength he needed to balance himself. For the first time in a while, it felt like his life was at ease at last.
‘My darkness will become my weakness. But I know that as long as I am by his side, I will not fall by it. If there will come a time that I would not have the strength to protect him, I would have to consume my darkness and make it my weapon. But for now, my strength will have to be enough. It has to be enough.’
….
‘Bellatrix.’
Bellatrix Lestrange was slightly startled when she heard a voice hissed to her ear. She stood from a chair she conjured. In the huge field in front of her, there were a group of Centaurs being held down by a group of wild werewolves. She held up her hand to stop the lashings so she could hear her Lord’s voice much more clearly.
‘I long to be free, my servant. How long will I stay shackled to this ice that never melts?’
The voice was of a child's but it was cold and full of the promise of punishment. She turned her head upwards as if she was facing her master back in the underground where he was sealed.
“My Lord, please wait just a bit more. My children are doing what you and I have planned—“ She was cut off and her eyes widened because of his next sentence.
‘This body can no longer hold me.’
Bellatrix’s face crumpled into anger and she gritted her teeth. “So, my sister knew when she sealed you.” Bellatrix did not dare continue that sentence as she could feel and know that her Lord nodded.
‘I merely only noticed now. Clever girl your sister was.’
Bellatrix’s face scrunched up in distaste at the compliment.
‘Hurry, my Bella. I expect nothing but good results from you. After all, you are the child I chose.’
She kneeled down in one knee on the grass and bowed to the non-existent presence in front of her, a hand to her heart. “Yes, My Lord.”
The werewolves were no longer fazed by her actions as they were used to this. The Centaurs, however, were looking at her as if she was insane. Their eyes defiant as Bellatrix stood up to look down upon them, daring them to refuse her previous question.
“Once again I ask you in place of my Lord. Serve him and you will be spared.” There was no longer any emotion in her voice. It was cold, sharp, and prepared to kill them if they refuse.
“We refuse to serve a Lord who will bring about the doom of everything,” a Centaur bravely voiced out.
“Is that so?” She stepped closer to one of the younger Centaurs.
“Don’t touch him!” An older Centaur shouted at her but his limbs were too wounded for him to do anything. The wolves were surrounding him too, preventing him to go anywhere.
“Oh, really maybe I should.” She then touched the forehead of the Centaur who was shivering and crying.
“Stop! Spare us all please!” One of the females shouted as she tried to stand up but was easily held down.
“And why should I? You refused my Lord’s offer and death is your punishment,” Bellatrix said so casually, not looking up from the child who is frozen with fear. Just when she is about to go for the kill, the same female Centaur began to speak.
“A child weeps in the dark, bound to an empty promise, consumed by power waiting to be freed.”
Bellatrix’s eyes snapped to the woman’s direction who had tears rolled down her eyes. Bellatrix’s hand fell to her side as she now approached the woman. The voices of the other Centaurs asking her to keep her mouth shut or calling her a traitor was muted to her.
Bellatrix held the woman’s chin in her hand as she asked, her eyes dark and malicious. “You know something I know and something I don’t.” She smiled sweetly at the Centaur but within those black eyes, anyone could only see death in them. “Tell me and I will spare.”
The coldness that seeped through the Centaur’s bones and froze her blood was something she felt like she could not bear, but as she peeked to see her son, she would take it. The woman swallowed, she knew it was an empty promise. She knew they would all die but still, she could not help it. Her love for her child was so great that she had to try and save at least his life. However, she did not realize that in her moment of weakness, Bellatrix had already seen what she needed.
“Love is a weakness!” Bellatrix voiced out as she released the woman then turned back to the child. She placed her hand back to his forehead and turned him to the female Centaur.
“Mother.” The boy voiced out as a black tattoo coursed through Bellatrix’s veins slowly. The young Centaur’s body seemed to wither away until only a husk remained and screams erupted from the group. The wailing voice of the mother was the one most heard.
The werewolves now all took a step back farther from her, thus releasing all of the Centaurs who were now frenzied to kill Bellatrix. Though, before they all reached her, they all turned into husk as if their life was stolen from them. Bellatrix looked more radiant and appear to be younger than ever.
“Hmph! I thought you were going to leave us some prey to eat.” Barty Crouch voiced out as he transformed from a werewolf to his human form.
“Though it would have been much more satisfying to kill them in that way. We don’t have much time.” Bellatrix then picked up her cloak that she draped over the chair where she once sat and began to chant as she took out her wand.
“Tsk.” Barty did not like taking orders from anyone other than their Alpha but he had no choice in the matter, the woman was not someone they should just trifle with. He looked back at the scene where the dead Centaurs now lay and the ground itself looked lifeless. Even the grass nearby looked about to die just by being near that black spot. He scrunched his nose as he whistled to his companions to enter the portal she conjured back to their Headquarters.
“Aren’t you going to burn it?” he asked the woman once more.
“That is going to serve as a warning that is what is going to happen to those who oppose our Lord.”
Barty was a bit pleased by this as well. He chuckled. Bellatrix was scary as hell, but he was glad he was not at the end of that woman’s rage.
“What was that one Centaur spouting about anyway?” he asked before he entered the portal.
“A prophecy.”
Barty’s eyebrow rose at this and his tongue reaching out to lick his lips as his habit when he thinks began to show.
“Move along now, Crouch.” The man only nodded his head and passed the portal.
Bellatrix gritted her teeth as she moved as well. Just remembering the lines of the prophecy made her blood boil. How could such a thing be hidden from them?
Centaurs were known to read the stars. They know of it, but never its true meaning. She bit her thumbnail as she thought of what they would all mean. Some made sense to her, some don’t. She had to hasten her plans if she wished to foil the prophecy.
One thing was clear to her; the prophecy spoke of the Four Forbidden Grimoires.