Drarry prompt: Draco finds an old furby of Harry's and is so terrified by it that he becomes utterly convinced that it is possessed by a demon. (The furby was a present that once belonged to Dudley but it scared him shitless. Because of that it became Harry's best friend)
Oooooh, thank you, Anon! I’ve never written directly for a prompt before! I hope it’s okay! (and humour is not my thing, but I gave it a go! and had fun!)
Demons are…fluffy? (1.1k)
Harry cursed, spilling tea on himself as his whole body jerked. He drew his wand, looking around, ears straining. The ungodly shriek didn’t sound out again, but there was a loud thump, and a crash from the living room. Advancing cautiously, Harry entered the room, only to deflate.
“What have you done now?”
Draco whirled around, eyes wide, chest heaving. He made an incomprehensible sound, and then gestured wildly in the direction of the broken vase, and overturned box.
A strange sound came from the box a moment later. Harry frowned, trying to place it, before he suddenly remembered. Sniggering, he walked over, and righted the box. Reaching inside, he retrieved the toy. It reacted immediately, and made a low chattering sound. Hermione must have put new batteries in it when she’d resorted the box of belongings he’d saved from the Dursleys’ house for him.
There was a scuffle behind him, and he turned to see Draco had shuffled backwards, eyes wide, and fixed on the toy.
“What is that…that…thing?” he said, voice in that high-pitched range he only got when he was afraid or extremely embarrassed.
“It’s just a furby,” Harry said, patting its head.
It vibrated, and made a pleased purring sound, its ears moving side to side. Draco made a panicked sound, and shuffled back a bit more, bumping into the wall.
“What kind of creature is it? Why was it hiding in that box?”
Harry frowned. “It’s a muggle toy. Don’t be so silly. It’s harmless.”
He’d managed to save it when the Dursleys left Privet Drive, and it had remained in a box since then, carted around the Weasleys’ and the flat Harry had shared with Ron, before being shifted to Harry and Draco’s new home. He hadn’t liked it when he first saw it, but it had scared the living daylights out of Dudley when he’d received it for his birthday one year, and that was enough to make Harry instantly change his opinion. And activated it whenever Dudley came near his room.
“It tried to get me!”
Harry scoffed. Although, it shouldn’t have been turned on. Hermione had said she’d packed the boxes, but Ron might have got in it. He knew Draco was helping him unpack. And he’d had a similar reaction to the toy when he’d first seen it.
“It’s a toy. It can’t get you,” Harry said, laughing as he put his finger in its mouth, and watched it react. He couldn’t believe it still worked.
When he looked up, Draco was gone, and he laughed again, before taking the furby up to the bedroom, and hiding it in Draco’s dresser.