Harry/Jasper Hale
Harry lived on the edge ever since he ‘won’ the war and earned immortality for his efforts.
His friends got older, calmer, and Harry stayed the same:
Seventeen, depressed, and lost.
When Harry met Jasper Hale on his exploration of the world, the vampire smiled so sweetly at him.
“My name is Jasper Hale,” he said slowly, a honey-sweet accent in his tone.
“I’m not interested,” Harry said flatly. He saw the golden eyes that gave away Jasper’s vegetarian lifestyle, but Harry didn’t need more entanglements in life. Not when everything felt so achingly sharp all the time.
Jasper was insistent though. When Harry found himself driving around a mountain on his motorcycle, idly wishing he could just fall, Jasper was there.
“I can smooth those emotions that batter you so harshly,” Jasper said with a shadow of Harry’s pain in his eyes.
“Can you get the screams out of my head? The voices that said I let them all down?” Harry snarled, thinking of Fred and Tonks and Remus and Sirius and Hedwig and Dobby and Colin Creevy.
All those people dead because Harry wasn’t good enough, all those families broken because Harry let them down.
Jasper smiled and reached for Harry’s hand. “I can try,” he promised.