Disclaimer- The world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling and Bloomsberry and blah blah blah . We all know , I am just borrowing them and will certainly return them back after I’m done playing with them (for now) . That being said, do anyone even read these disclaimers of the fanfictions ???
Warnings- male/male relationship. ( That shouldn’t be a warning , what else would you find this fic under DRARRY tag for ? ) Angst ! ( might be labeled’ ‘Flangst’ ) Might be triggering
Hogwarts Eighth Year
"Be." , he whispered.
And there was an idea of being. To be. An idea so large and hollow that it would slip and sit in the cracks where he had been broken and had to put himself back together….., so large that when it pulled on his chest , he cried out , screamed his misaries , pulled at his hair making them fall in a curtain around his tear-strained skeleton face.
So young yet so damaged ! The ‘statement’ , though not spoken aloud , could be seen clearly in the eyes of the mind healer at St. Mungo’s. The pity was so clear in her eyes . It sickened him. He braced himself to put on display his perfectly practiced sneer . Malfoys can NEVER be subjected to pity ! Oh , to hell with that ! Draco decided against it at last. Pity ? That was a rare emotion towards a Malfoy right now. The sheer hatred , the sneered faces , the not so gentle shoves in the alleys , the hexes and curses thrown …….. It was as if years of making life hell for certain messy haired , green eyed , saviour-of-the-world git and his minions were paying off ! He wondered , why , a witch , would pity him , smile at him like that , like you would at a wounded , whimpering animal! With a little shake of his head , he smiled back , much more cheerful than he was feeling , much cheerful than her. Clutching the parchment with the floo address written on it he sauntered out of the depressingly stark white room. I wonder if she’s a mudb…muggleborn ! That would explain why she pitied a ‘boy’ , marked death eater, a ‘soldier’ of the wrong side of the Second Great Wizarding War (more like a spawn at the hands of the so-called soldiers of a snarky creepy dark lord) ! No , not even that would explain this strange behaviour. The muggleborns were more likely to hex him the moment they lay eyes on him ! At last he agreed with the fourth-voice-of-reason in his head - like everything in this bloody mind-healing-crap his mother forced him into , Johanna was also a confusing , confused , forgive-and forget-kindof Hufflepuff soul .
Nearly a year since the war , Hogwarts found itself bathing in all her restored glory ! The september air fresh , crisp with the anticipation of the welcoming of the new students . Yes , Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy re-opened . Prof McGonagall , newly appointed Headmistress of the school , stood at the Astronomy Tower resting her palms on the railing. Her misty eyes didn’t escape the notice of her companion. ” Now, Minerva, I understand, but a new start is necessary. A fresh beginning. We can’t let them die in vain. ” Prof. Flitwick’s high pitched voice somehow awkward , trying to make it sound huskier. The addressed witch turned to face the wizard. ” I know . I know. ” Clearing her throat to get rid of the emotions gathered there , she added, “Did we recieve the letter from Mr. Potter ? ”
"Oh , yes . This morning. He and Mr. Weasley boarded the train earlier today. He apolozised for delay in reply too , wrote that he still didnt have an owl and it was Mr. Weasley’s owl that brought the letter. So that makes thirteen students who are coming back to repeat the seventh year , is it ? "
With a little affirmative hum , she turned back to the magnifiscent view laid before her.
A fresh beginning indeed.