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cuuno-moved · 3 years

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after it all (or: boomer fucking dies)

inspired by @sleepsart's incredible comic

tws for: a very graphic car wreck and death (but it gets a semi-happy ending)

They woke up in a dark room.

That’s it. That’s all they knew. It was dark, and they were cold. Not cold in a ‘freeze to death’ cold, but in a ‘put on an extra sweater before you go out’ cold.

They didn’t have an extra sweater. They didn’t even have a sweater. They stood there in their baggy white t-shirt and light grey sweatpants, and they shivered.

They missed their hat.

They didn’t even know what their hat looked like, only that they didn’t have it, only that they missed it.

They called out, a few times. A plaintive little cry for help, met with an echoing silent indifference.

It was quiet in a way nothing was quiet.

Not even their footsteps against the ground filled the silence, the quiet thunks hardly doing anything to fill the sickening empty void.

Finally, there was light, and they could breathe.

It was still dark, of course, it wasn’t that kind of light, but there was light.

It was a woman.

It was a giant woman, nearly too tall to take in one look, with a long black veil, and a long red dress. A ring shone on her hand, a diamond the size of their head.

She was watching them.

They weren’t sure how they could tell, but they could.

“Hello.” They murmured, although they were still far enough away that she couldn’t possibly hear them.

“Hello, my child,” She responded, calmly and beautifully, and she knelt. “I’m sorry you ended up here when you did.”

“Where am I?” They asked.

“You’re safe. You’re home.”

“I’m cold,” They said, pulling at their tshirt. “Why am I cold?”

“It’s often cold here,” She said, apologetically. “Sometimes it’s not, but often it is.”

“Ah,” They said, understandingly, although they didn’t understand at all. “Who are you?”

They felt the woman smile, although they couldn’t see it. “I am the lady of the crows, I am the final hope, I am the mother of night, Angelwife.”

“Trixtin,” They murmured, reverently. “Goddess of Death.”

She nodded, and they sank to their knees.

“Who am I?”

“Remember.” Trixtin said, gently.

“I can’t,” They moaned, tugging at their shirt. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Yes you can.” She said. “Now remember.”

And they did.

It was a beautiful day, the day they died, and not just because they were finally going to be free. The sun was a beautiful shade of blue, the sun was shining and there was just a hint of a breeze. It was beautiful. It was freedom.

Hannah had turned on the radio in the car, and as some generic pop song played, she tapped her fingers against the wheel, bobbing her head. Her little pink sunglasses sat on the tip of her nose and she took a sip of her cherry soda as they raced down the road.

They were almost like any other friends on vacation, any other young adults, fresh out of high school, exploring the world.

For a moment, they tried to pretend they were, that they were sat beside Hannah on a road trip across the country or whatever, instead of running from a fighting ring, desperately searching for her brothers, who may or may not have found some sort of paradise-

“Boomer.” She said, sharply. “I can hear you overthinking from here.”

“I just… I’ve been in there for years,” They said, tiredly. “I’m not even sure where we’re going.”

“I told you,” She said, laughing. “Punz sent me a letter. There’s an SMP, it’s safe. He’s on good terms with the admin, we’ve got special permission to enter.”

Boomer hummed, pulling their knees up to their chest. “I miss him.”

“So do I,” She said. “So do I…”

It was quiet for a bit, before they spoke again, quieter this time. “Do you think they’ll send anyone after us?”

Hannah sighed, running her fingertips over the leather stitching of the wheel. “No. Hypixel has so many players, we’re hardly a drop in the bucket. Us leaving is like… it’d make it worse if they admitted that they let us get away. Pretend they’re in control. Pretend we’re not a threat on the outside.”

“Are we?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. They weren’t going to do anything to try to stop Hypixel. They weren’t going back. They weren’t going to try to help anyone else escape.

When Technoblade finally got out, when he was released, he told the news he would never go back. For months, the news proclaimed in big letters: ‘Hypixel legend Technoblade swears to never return.’ The players cursed his name. They told each other that if they ever excaped, they would help each other.

They wouldn’t though.

They weren’t revolution leaders.

They were kids and teens and tired gladiators, sick of fighting, sick of the pain of death and respawning and despairing.

Boomer let their head rest against the window, bouncing off the glass. “You know where we’re going, right?”

Hannah tapped the GPS with one long, acryllic nail. “Yeah, baby. Only two more hours.”

Boomer nodded, smiling. “Okay. Okay, good, that’s alright then. We’re good.”

“Take a nap, Boom,” Hannah said, reaching over to grab their hand. “I’ll take care of us, don’t worry.”

Boomer chuckled. “I know. Night, Rose. Wake me up when we get there.”

They woke up two hours later to Hannah cheering.

“We’re there!” She cried, beaming at them. “We’re safe!”

They stretched their arms up, cracking their back. It was getting dark out, but it looked like rain was on the horizon. It was still beautiful, trees and valleys and beautiful mountains.

They felt their heart swell.

They weren’t sure what happened next.

One moment, they were watching the clouds brush across the sky.

The next, a cow was in the road and Hannah yanked the wheel to the side.

The car went off the road.

Their head slammed back, then forward, and then, suddenly, they were upside down.

Their chest hurt.

Their stomach hurt.

They were bleeding.

They couldn’t breathe.

“Hannah?” They rasped, craning their neck.

She was still in her seat, at least, her eyes unfocused and wide. There was a cut on her forehead, and the blood ran into her hair, turning the brown curls rusty. As soon as they choked out her name, she seemed to snap to attention.

“Boomer?” She murmured. “Oh- oh god.”

She reached down to her seatbelt, rattling it, and finally, it unlatched, releasing her, and she fell hard.

“My seatbelt is stuck,” Boomer choked out. “I can’t… I can’t move.”

“No-” Hannah gasped, and crawled closer. “No, no it can’t be.”

She pressed the latch, then tugged, then yanked, then she let out a scream, ripping at the belt itself.

“Hannah,” Boomer said, grabbing at her hand. “Hannah get out. Go. Save yourself.”

“No,” She hissed, almost ferally. “No, I’m not fucking leaving you.”

“What more can you do?” They murmured. They were losing blood fast.

“...I’m going to get help,” She promised, pressing her lips together. “Just… stay here. Don’t die on me.”

“Okay,” They lied. ��Okay.”

She wriggled her way out of the car though the shattered windshield.

They blinked.

It was raining.

They were bleeding.

It hurt.

There were footsteps.

They blinked.

Two pairs of hands were tugging on them.

They opened their eyes.

They were being held.

A man stared down at them.

He was talking in a soft humming tone, his hands pressed against their neck.

They couldn’t feel their legs.

They blinked.

It was all so dark.

They couldn’t see.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Punz laughed, flicking at their forehead. “Open your eyes!”

They did.

They were alone.

No, Hannah was here.

The man was here, too, his voice still deep and reassuring.

His solid black eyes shone with tears.

He was crying for them.

He didn’t even know them.

They were so tired.

They pressed their hands to the ground.

They were laying on the grass.

Hannah was carrying them.

They were falling.

They were in a car.

They were in a tournament.

They were alone.

It was cold.

Trixtin watched them.

They stared back.

“My name is Boomer,” They said, quietly. “I’m Boomer.”

“Yes you are,” She agreed. “You are Boomer.”

“...I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Who was that man?” They asked. “The one who held me, in the end.”

“His name is Sam, he will look after Hannah as long as he can. They buried you, in her garden, by the rose bushes.”

“Will they be okay? Hannah and Punz and Purpled?”

“... I’m afraid I don’t know.”

“Can I go back? Please? I don’t- I have to help them. I’m too young-”

“You can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

At that, she hesitated, thought it through. “It isn’t your turn.”

“That’s bullshit.” They spat, even though they knew cursing at a goddess was ill advised in every way that counts.

“Oh?” She sounded almost laughing, like a mother who’d caught her child with his mouth full of chalk. “Why is that?”

“I didn’t get to fucking live, man. I didn’t get to stop all that bad shit from hurting them.”

She seemed to blink. “Oh…”

“Can I at least have my hat?”

There was a pause, then, before she sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” They said. “Thank you so much.”

Death hummed, standing slowly. She towered into the misty darkness above them, and for just a moment, Boomer saw under her veil, saw her skeletal face and shining ruby eyes, and then she turned, and walked away, and they were alone.

Alone.

#boomerna #mcyt #dream smp #toby writes shit #misstrixtin #mumza #hannahxxrose #who else is relavent here...#idk #death tw #car wreck tw

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spootiliousrps · 5 years

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Drarry Take 2

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Stranger: Draco more or less disappeared after his pardon. He didn’t return to hogwarts to finish his education, he didn’t take a job within the magical world, nothing anyone made note of in any case. It wasn’t until years later that his name resurfaced, someone had spotted him, performing with an orchestra in a concert hall in south london playing the theremin. The next few days his face was everywhere, somehow more outraged that he dared show his face among muggles then if he’d cursed the minister. It also brought attention to the hall where he performed. Draco had tried ignoring it, apparating straight home out the back door but his friends were starting to notice how odd he was acting and one night they convinced him against his better judgement to go out and have a drink after the concert. “Hay Dee, I think someone has been checking you out, i saw him following us here after the show.” one of his friends snickered. Draco was well aware of who he was talking about. He supposed he should be happy it wasn’t a reporter from the prophet but Potter was hardly much of a step above. “Oh shut up would you.” he muttered, getting up from their booth. “this round’s on me, what do you want?” He asked the table.

You: [reading]

You: Harry Potter had been working as an aurora for some time now. After he finished his education at Hogwarts he felt it was the least he could do after the war. There were still DeathEaters out there that were dangerous; some even believed Voldemort could still be revived. Harry couldn't take that chance and he sure as hell wasn't going to allow them to hurt anyone else. So, he applied to be an Aurora and was immediately hired. Things had been going fairly smoothly over the last few years but lately... Well... He needed some help. Perferably from someone on the inside but there wasn't anyone that would be willing to at least not until he hear about Malfoy... It was a long shot but he was the only chance he had. So, here he was. He glanced up as Draco stood and moved to cut him off at the bar, knowing he'd be recognized if he hadn't been already.

Stranger: Draco stopped in his tracks as Harry came to stand in front of him. "I know you followed me from the consert. What are you doing here Potter?" He asked him trying his best to sound cool and collected even though it freaked him out quite a bit. he might not be the most caught up in the affairs of the magical world nowadays but he knew Potter was an auror now and those were never any good news.

You: Harry drew up short for a brief moment when they finally came face to face. Draco had always been handsome but in his maturity he was absolutely gorgeous. It took a moment for him to recover but when he did he sighed. "I'm sorry, I was trying to find a good opportunity to approach you." He admitted, before glancing over the blond's shoulder at the table of his friends. "Is there somewhere we can talk? Maybe I can buy you a drink?" He offered.

Stranger: "i'm just on my way to buy my own drink, but thanks." Draco said. "I'm out with my friends tonight if you hadn't already noticed." He told him and as he did he knew he had several of their eyes pealed at the back of his neck, no doubt curious about who this was. "What ever it is that you want to talk about you're going to have to say it here." He hoped that would shield him somewhat, Harry couldn't arrest him in the middle of a crowded muggle bar and he couldn't duel him ether as he half expected.

You: Harry pursed his lips in frustration. Of course, Draco was going to be difficult, he had always been that way. "I suppose you haven't changed much." He mused with a half smile at that. It was actually a bit of a relief. He wasn't sure what to expect when he went after the man but if he was close enough to what Harry remembered than he was sure he could handle him. His smile faded a bit, gaze going back to the group of friends that were waiting for the blond then back to him. "I need your help." He admitted in a bit of a whisper. "And I'm afraid you might be the only person that might be capable of assisting me." He admitted, rolling up his own sleeve to reveal the pale skin of his forearm, obviously hinting at the DeathEater mark on Draco's own.

Stranger: Draco's expression soured, from his nonchalant ease in to something much colder. "I have changed in fact." He mrmured, pushing up his own sleeve and showing what laid beneath his crisp white dress shirt. The skull and the snake were gone in favor of a new image, a dark crow with feathers of green and blue and black, completely covering any trace of what had once been underneath it. "So i'm not sure how i could help you with anything at all."

You: Harry's own expression turned to one of frustration. "You misunderstand Draco." He grumbled. "If I didn't believe you were a better person I wouldn't have come." He admitted, practically hissing the words. "I'm trying to save lives and you're the only person with-" He paused glancing at the group once more, making sure they couldn't hear. "With the /background/ needed to get the information I need." He explained.

Stranger: "I'm not interested in being the ministry's pet, i'm surprised you bent so willingly." Draco frowned. "I always thought you were a bit too much of an anarchist for this sort of thing, but maybe you grew out of that phase." He said, giving him a nonce over critically. Maybe he shouldn't be so bold, Harry was strong and clearly not just in terms of magic. Draco turned back to the Bar counter, paid for the drinks and took the tray back with him to his group of friends.

You: Harry's jaw set at that, bitting back a childish retort. He refused to lower himself. The ministry gave him access to resources he otherwise couldn't which made it ideal for hunting DeathEaters. It wasn't as if he were going to explain himself to the likes of Malfoy however. He watched the man collect the drinks, obviously fuming as he headed back to the table. "What if I told you, I could get your Mother out?" He asked loud enough for everyone to hear. He hadn't wanted to play that card but he had kept it just in case. Draco's mother had helped him during the war, the only reason she was in Azkaban was because Harry refused to testify for or against her. But if he approached the council now after all his achievements, and made it public that she was one of the reasons they had won, then the ministry would have no choice but to release her. The public would always believe Harry Potter, their savior.

Stranger: Draco almost dropped the drinks entirely but instead just set the tray down hard on the table ant whipped around at Harry. "Get out of here you fucking monster." He snarled. He knew Harry could have gotten her out just like he had done for Draco but instead he'd stayed quiet, letting them throw her in that wretched place and now it seemed to all be to be able to wave it in front of Draco's nose.

You: Harry expected the anger but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. He kept his expression even as he nodded somberly. "Alright, Draco." He agreed, lifting his hands up in surrender. "But I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the next few nights if you change your mind." He offered as he tugged out a card and set it on the bar next to him before turning away. "I hope you do." He added softly before disappearing.

Stranger: "not bloody fucking likely unless you actually do something about her." Draco yelled after him, gaining the attention of the entire bar as he raised his voice. His friends tried to shush him, to get to explain what this was all about but he couldn't tell them any of this. On thing was for certain though he wouldn't fall for empty promises,

You: [btw I absolutely love your Draco :3 Thank you so much for this gem!]

Stranger: (Oh thank you i'll do my best to keep this up ^^ )

You: Harry waited for the other man to appear for a full day but he never came. He wasn't too surprised. Draco was nothing if not stubborn. Still, he contemplated meeting the man's demands. If he got his mother released, would he still be able to trust the other man's information? He supposed he didn't really have a choice. So, after making a few calls he set up a private press conference, keeping it as quiet as possible to ensure the ministry knew nothing of it; and within the next two days every reputable news paper in the Wizarding world had Harry Potter on the front page along with an article that reported in detail how Draco's mother saved his life and helped win the war. All he had to do now was wait for the outrage towards the ministry which would see the woman released... Granted she'd be in danger from both sides but Draco would get what he wanted.

Stranger: Draco Rarely paid any attention to the magical news papers and he'd almost dismissed his encounter with potter as a bad dream when he was swarmed by witches and wizards one night after his performance, most of them were reporters and shoved their cameras in his face with apearantly no regard for how much attention they brought from the general muggle public. All of them demanded answers on how he felt about Potters press conference and about the prospect of his mother being released. After he finally managed to excape, leaving almost all of the questions herled at him unanswered the first thing he did when he got home was writing to Harry. Potter, Thank you for getting my mother released. But what i said still stands, I don't understand how you expect me to help you, or what you think i know. I broke with the magical world, and for good reason, for both of our sake. //DM

You: The onslaught of Howlers and threatening letters was overwhelming and as soon as they arrived Harry tended to tear them up rather than read them. Which meant he almost miss Draco's. Almost. He caught sight of the return address and broke the seal immediately, scanning the paper quickly before rereading the words. He scribbled a quick response before sending it. Draco, Its best if we discuss this in person. Meet me at the same pub as before. Tomorrow. 3PM. HP

Stranger: Potter, I cant tomorrow, i have practice which i simply cant miss. I'll see you Friday at 11 am, the coffee shop right next to it. //DM Draco refused to let Harry take control of this, i he really needed Draco's help he'd have to play nice about it. That and he was going to get the position of a solist and the next day would be the first day practicing the piece with the entire orchestra.

You: Harry frowned at the response. Of course Draco wanted to take control of everything. Fine. Harry would play along. Draco, Fine. Tomorrow. Make sure its just you. HP

Stranger: Potter, I dont appreciate your tone, and you better show me the same curtsy in that case. DM

You: Malfoy, You're a massive pain in the arse, as always. I've practically ruined my career and reputation for this. Forgive me if I'm a bit sour. HP

Stranger: Potter, You say "massive pain in the arse" as if you still have the right to pretend like you know me. I haven't even seen you in years. And it's not my fault that you ruined your reputation, you could have done the right thing from the beginning and told them what my mother did for you. //DM

You: Draco, I will see you tomorrow. We can discuss this then. HP

Stranger: Draco didn't feel the need to answer the last message, getting the last word wasn't always worth it and he didn't plan on wasting more ink on Harry then necessary. At least not until he stopped acting like a complete prick.

You: Harry was annoyed to say the least but he did his best to ignore it all. An hour before their designated time Harry was at the Coffee shop, watching the patrons as he waited for the blond, making sure that no one was lingering longer than they should.

Stranger: Draco showed up five minutes late, a bag over his choulder and dressed more cassually then he'd ever done as he grew up. He'd given up the dark cloaks and seveere suits for black jeans and an oliv green jacket over a turtle neck. He walked up to the front counter, not even sparing harry a look yet and chatted a little with the barista as she made him Cappuccino. Him, as well as his colleges from the orchestra came here often enough that he was recognized and he wanted Harry to see that, hopefully that would make him behave somewhat. "Ta." He said cheerfully and took his cup. He walked over to the table Harry had picked and sat down, putting his bag on the chair to his right. "So?" He asked expectantly.

Stranger: (brb)

Stranger: (back^^

You: Harry glanced up as the blond entered and gave a heavy sigh at the production the man gave. He really hadn't changed, aside from the clothes. Though... they were fitting and not bad on the eyes at all. No, he couldn't think like that, he needed to focus. He gave the man a flat look before mumbling a charm so they couldn't be overheard. "So, I did what you asked." He stated flatly. "Now, its your turn. I need information on the current plans of some local DeathEaters. I know you've left that life behind but... Well, they may not know that."

Stranger: "I don't have any contact with them, nor do i know what they are up to." Draco told him simply and then had a sip of his coffee. "Besides, my reputation with them wasn't so good by the end of the war in any case so if you're asking me to become your spy you're out of luck." Draco said. He knew it wasn't what Harry wanted to hear but it was the truth. Harry could be angry if he liked.

You: "I know." Harry answered simply. "But that could change. It wouldn't be for long. I just need someone to get close enough to find out where they're holding prisoners." Harry explained. "I wouldn't be coming to you if this wasn't important." He pointed out. The statement was obvious. If what Harry was saying was true; he had practically ruined his career at the mere chance he /might/ get the information he needed. It was obvious that this was important to him; far more important than he was trying to let on.

Stranger: Draco leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs. "I don't know where they are harry." It was the first time he'd used his first name so maybe he'd listen this time. "If they saw me i doubt i'd get a warmer welcome then you. Some things happened by the end of the war that means i wouldn't be welcomed even if i tried."

You: "It doesn't matter!" Harry snapped as he slammed his fist on the table angrily, making a few of the customers glance there way. He seemed to notice his mistake and took a few deep breaths, running a hand through his messy locks. "Sorry..." He mumbled, glancing away and lowering his voice. "I can get you in. Provide them with information about me. They can have me! They won't pass up that chance. I just need that information! Please, Draco! You're the only chance I've got." He practically pleaded.

Stranger: Draco flinched, startled by the outburst. "They've taken someone." It wasn't even a question, Harry had mentioned prisoners and obviously this was someone close to Harry. "Who is it they have?"

You: Harry's jaw clenched at question, obviously considering not answering for a moment but eventually sighing. "Rose and Hugo Weasley." He grumbled between his clenched teeth. "Ron and Hermoine's children." He explained, glancing away, pain obvious in his dark gaze.

Stranger: Draco sighed deeply. "Well i certainly understand why you're so dead set on it." Draco mumbled, and yet it didn't make him any more willing to help him. His mother would be released, there was no stopping that now so Harry didn't have that dangling over his head anymore. He didn't have anything on Draco. "It's a big thing to ask of me harry, bigger then you even realize. Why should i help you?"

You: Harry sighed at that, scrubbing a hand down his face in exasperation. "I dunno, Malfoy; the goodness of that cold black heart of yours?" He shot back in annoyance. "Or maybe, because now you mother is in more danger than before. When she's released both sides are going to be looking for blood. I can protector her. Or you just want me gone... I don't plan on going anywhere until you help me Malfoy.... You thought I was annoying in school... I am so much worse now."

Stranger: "If i were you i'd be careful with insulting me." Draco said coldly, his mouth forming a thin line. "Do you even have a plan for this? I doubt it, i think you hoped you could just intimidate me and i'd have all the answers waiting on a platter for you. what is it exactly you want me to do?"

You: "Or what?" Harry responded with a glare before he gave another huff at the questions. "I do." He admitted. "I have an informant but he's practically useless. He's told me where I can find one of the hideouts but it doesn't do me much good. I can't just walk in and demand answers... But if someone were to get the better of me... tie me up and present me too them... perhaps an old rival... someone who had made it public their disdain for me... then they'd have an in... They could get the information needed and give it to someone that could do something about it... Like Hermoine." He explained, making it obvious that he didn't plan on surviving this.

Stranger: "That's the best you could come up with?" Draco frowned. "If i was them i'd simply kill you then and there, and then kill those kids as well for good measure." He huffed. "That's a fucking idiotic plan and i'm not putting myself through that risk, what's to say they wont kill me, or worse, the moment they've gotten rid of you? Who are these death eaters anyways?" He asked, of the ones who were left there wasnt a single one he'd imagine to have any mercy for ether of them.

You: "Do you think I would have come to you of all people if I had any sort of choice?!" He snapped. "Have you got a better idea?! Or are you just that content to let two innocent children die because you think you're so god damn better than everyone? What makes your life more important to theirs? Newsflash, Malfoy: No one's life is better than anyone else's. If it were I probably wouldn't have spared the time to go back for you all those years ago."

Stranger: "I dont think i'm better then anyone else but i can do simple math and two people dead, even children, is better the four people dead and i rather fancy sticking around for a bit longer even if you dont." Draco said. He took a sip of his forgotten coffee, luke warm at this point and then leaned forward. "

Stranger: (not done)

Stranger: "Dont be an idiot Harry, there must be a better option then this, who are they? Avery? Lestrange? Greyback- surely not...." he trailed off.

You: "I'm open to suggestions but if it comes down to my life or their's I'm risking it." Harry scoffed before his brows furrowed and he stared down at his coffee silently for a moment. "I dunno... I'd put my money on Lestrange... but I can't be sure. There just isn't enough information, thats one of the reasons I'm so desperate." He sighed in defeat.

Stranger: Draco sighed deeply, an attempt to calm himself, okay, so it might not be Greyback. "How were they taken?" Draco asked him quietly..

You: "Hermoine was on a business trip for the Headmistress, leaving the kids with Ron. They're fairly attached to their mother so he took them with him to visit his parents when they attacked. Mrs. Weasley managed to kill two of them but Arthur was injured and the children were taken before it was all over." He explained, still staring down at the white lid.

Stranger: "I'm sorry." Draco mumbled, it was awful if nothing else. "What has this informant told you about them? and well, who is the informant?"

You: Harry sighed, toying with the cup as he spoke. "Not much. He doesn't know who it was but there are only a few left that would have the balls to do this... His name is Henry. He mostly runs errands for them. He's mute so its not a if he can rat on them easily which also makes him ideal for an informant."

Stranger: "So how do you get information from him? do you know BSL?" He asked, that sure was a skill he hadnt expected harry to have although he supposed it wasnt too out of the realm of possibilities. "I want to meet him."

You: Harry nodded. "Hermoine taught me during our last year at Hogwarts." He acknowledged. "I'm passable at it." He shrugged. His gaze narrowed at the mention of meeting him however, brow arching. "Does that mean your willing to help?"

Stranger: "Yes. but i'm not going on any suicide missions, you'll have to do that on your own."

You: Harry gave a small snort of that, a large smile playing on his lips. "Deal." He chuckled, his whole face lighting with relief. He checked his watch briefly. "I know where he tends to hang out in about half an hour."

Stranger: "Right...." Draco said quietly. "Where is that?" He frowned, he didnt like how exited Harry got, it felt unnerving considering what it was they were discussing.

You: "He'll probably be dropping off the weekly portion of ale to Hogsmead." He explained with a shrug.

Stranger: "I'm sure it's not suspicious at all that you meet him here for your friday night date every week." Draco snorted.

You: Harry arched a brow obviously confused by that. "I don't meet him every week and I don't go as myself."

Stranger: "What ever you say. Fine, i'll come with you."

You: "Great! We should get going. I think I have some polyjuice left." He mumbled more to himself as he stood.

Stranger: "And do you also have hairs from two different people?" Draco asked. "It'll look odd if we both go as the same guy."

You: Harry chuckled at that. "I've got it covered, don't worry about it." He shrugged.

Stranger: Draco rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. "Stop looking so smug it doesnt suit you."

You: Harry's smile only widened at that, obviously in a far better mood than when he had first arrived. The relief of having Draco helping was almost palpable. He moved to get the door for the blond. "I will when you do." Harry retorted.

Stranger: "Except smugness does suit me." Draco told him and got up, hos coffee was cold anyways, no point in finishing it thoguh it was a shame, this little palace knew it's coffee.

You: "That is highly debatable." He teased as he waited for him. "Come to think of it, though I think I have the perfect disguise for you." He grinned, obviously up to something.

Stranger: "In that case i want the other one." Draco said tiredly, he wasn't at all a fan of Harry bouncing up and down grinning at him like that.

You: "It wouldn't make since for his regular meet up to suddenly forget BSL." He pointed out.

Stranger: "I know something better then BSL." Draco huffed.

You: "Oh, and what would that be?" Harry asked with an arched brow as the walked.

Stranger: "Legillimency." Draco said, following Harry out from the coffee shop, zipping up his jacket from the cold.

You: Harry pursed his lips at that, obviously unsure about it. "How long has it been since you've done something as complicated as Legilimency?" He asked. "You've been in the muggle world for some time now Draco."

Stranger: "It's not complicated once you learn it, if you have at least a little bit of the gift. I use it plenty. Especially since it's one of the few kings of magic i can reliably preform candles as i am."

You: Harry obviously wasn't too convinced. "No offense rather make sure." He replied. He had gone up against Legilimency enough that he was certain he could keep Draco from certain memories and thoughts that he didn't want the man to know. "We need to stop by my rooms to get the potion. If you don't mind you can use it on me first." He offered. "Its nothing against you I just don't want to loose an informant unnecessarily."

Stranger: "Suit yourself." Draco said, the insult stung a bit but it couldn't be helped, and if he got to take a peak in to Harry's mind he wouldn't pass up the chance. Though it did worry him what he might find there. that it might not be like anyone elses considering what his psyche had gone through.

You: Harry remembered the last time someone had tried using Legillimency on him. He had just applied to the ministry. The wizard who attempted it had just been looking for alterior motives but as they delved into some of Harry's more charished memories Harry grew defensive, throwing image after image of the deaths he had had to endure... Serius, Dumbledor, Fred, the ones he had killed himself as well... The guilt that came with. By the end of it the other wizard was collapsed in tears while Harry shed only a few, accustomed to the pain. If Draco decided to dig where he didn't belong Harry was prepared to do the same, though he hoped it would come to that... Then again it was possible Draco was a better wizard that the ministry had... honestly it was likely. When they were out of sight, Harry offered out his arm to the blond so that they could aparate. "Ready?" He asked calmly.

Stranger: "What ever." Draco muttered, taking his arm. He hated side allong appariton but he supposed taking the tube wasn't an option in this case. He hadnt been in the leaky cauldrun in years, when he said he'd turned his back on the wizarding world he had truly meant it and he dound he missed it far less then he had first expected.

You: Harry gave a small huff at the response and soon enough they appeared in his room. He shrugged off his coat, draping it over the back of a chair before moving to dig in the bag atop it for the small vials of potions.

Stranger: Draco sat down in a chair, willing his stomach not to turn inside out. "what am i goign to look like then once i drink that wretched shit?" He asked, if the apparating didn't do the trick he'd certainly puke from the potion.

You: "Well I was tempted to turn you into a woman I met on a corner once." He admitted with a straight face "But if you're going to be sour about it I've got a lawyer from Ireland." He admitted as he moved to set the potions down and produced a small bill fold with a few hairs inside, each bagged and labeled neatly. He didn't add them just yet, however. Instead he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, obviously wanting to test Draco first.

Stranger: "Ha ha. let's turn the pretty one in to a woman, he already looks like a girl anyways." Draco muttered sourly. He got up, pulled the chair in front of harry so he could sit in front of him. "Hide what you must." He told him, very clearly not amused by what Harry had said.

You: "I thought so, though I would argue you don't look like a girl." He countered with a shrug. He nodded as he closed his eyes, mostly hiding things that could be used against him. His thoughts towards Draco, memories he held fondly of the young blond who always picked on him. The pain... the death... the abuse his family inflicted on him. "Okay." He agreed, having prepared himself.

Stranger: "Look at me." Draco told him, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knee's. Once Harry locked eyes with him he dove in whiteout warning. Draco was nothing like Severus, he didn't need to use brute force to extend his min to Harry, He came from a long line of legilimences after all and though he was by no mens a born natural he'd gotten good out of necessity.

You: Harry met his eyes but the closeness was suddenly very off putting causing him to flush. "Wait!" Harry rushed but it was too late his defenses had already faltered and Draco's conciousness was already weaving its way through his mind. He could feel his thoughts of the man come up... The way his new clothes hugged him just right, the way Draco smiling at his friend made Harry a bit too warm. He scrambled for defense, throwing the memory of Fred's death at him. It didn't seem to have too much affect and then a memory of the first time they met and Harry's immediate crush. This was so much easier when he didn't have a connection with the wizard performing the legilimency... But with Draco here, so close it was hard to avert his thoughts. He threw the memory of Serius dying. Then it was back to Draco and the panic Harry felt at the thought of the boy dying, Harry scrambling to save the boy he had been obsessed with for years. Harry began to throw everything at him at once, the war, his family, the kidnapping, everything he could think of to get Draco out of his head.

You: [I took a few liberties sorry. ^^; if you want me to rewrite it I can.]

Stranger: (N it¨s absolutely fine)

Stranger: Draco didn't have to do much other then wait and watch as Harry's stream of consciousnesses washed over him, the feelings, short snippets of conversation and Harry's feeble attempts to try to shock him with gruesome memories of grief and loss and death. Draco leaned back after he had seen what it really was he was interested in, the day in 6'th year when harry had come after him. He pulled out of his mind just as gently as he had entered though he held the eye contact. "I've seen some horrible shit too harry, you would have had better luck by actually using the techniques Severus taught you, even though i know you never listened to him." That was not something he'd seen from Harry's mind however, that little bit he'd learnt from Severus mind himself.

You: Harry glared at him, eyes a bit watery from tears that he was fighting back. So, his feeling for Draco were out in the open and all the other man could do was laugh at him. Typical. He gave a scoff at the words and stood, moving to the dresser where he had set the potions and opened them, dropping the last piece inside of each before offering the other out wordlessly. "I was a fool." He stated. "I couldn't see what Snape was until it was too late and will forever regret it." He admitted. "Drink. We should get going." he added just as somberly.

Stranger: Draco had felt the feelings harry had towards him, truth was once upon a time Draco would have returned them but he'd had that taken out of him quickly enough as soon as his aunt bella had figured it out. He wasn't even going to let himself dwell on it now. Draco frowned at harry. "What do you mean what Snape was?" He asked, he had a feeling Harry must have misunderstood everything.

You: Harry rolled his eyes. "Severus Snape was the best man I ever had the privilege of meeting... Had I known that back then... then I might have been inclined to listen a bit more. As it is... Well, I'm not the same person I was." He admitted. "Now, we should get going."

Stranger: "Sever was never the best anything." Draco said, what on earth could have made Harry think that.

You: Harry shot him another glare. "He's the reason you're still alive. I would show at least some respect." He grumbled.

Stranger: "Sure, that doesn't make him good." Draco said lowly. "it doesn't make him righteous or noble or anything worth celebrating."

You: Harry couldn't handle it any more. Something inside him snapped. "He killed Dumbledor for you, you twit." He snapped. "He helped the Order of the Pheonix rise against Voldemort multiple times. He /died/ to protect me, so I could defeat Voldemort! He protected both of us at the cost of his own life. If you want to show his memory disrespect do it on your own time but make damned sure I'm not around to hear it." He warned. "He is a hero. Which is much less than I can say for you." He scoffed. He knew he probably shouldn't be lecturing the man he needed help from but he just couldn't stand it... not anymore, not after such a clear rejection from the blond.

Stranger: "He did it to serve himself. He never even had enough of a spine to stand up for himself, or your mother, which... well lets not even fucking open that kan of worms. He was a coward, an absolutely vial man, driven by revenge and love - if you can even call it that - an obsession over someone who had been dead for over a decade. He groomed you, and me, to become what we did, just as much as Dumbledore did and don't you dare defending him as well." Draco hissed at him. "He never cared for you, he just couldn't bare shutting those eyes again, because they were /hers/ not becasue /you/ were worth anything."

You: Harry was practically fuming at the words. "What the hell do you know?! You've never looked at anything past yourself! That's all you've ever cared about!" He spat back. "Sure he wasn't perfect but he did his best. He did what was right all you ever did was follow whatever path was put in front of you; constantly handed everything while the rest of us had to work for all of it! You want to know what he's done for you? Use your Legilimency! See how wrong you are."

Stranger: Draco just stared at him for a moment. "You know what? I'm done here. Good luck getting those kids back." He said and got up, sippingh is jacket back up and then exited the room, hurrying downstairs and then out on to the street, stalking off towards the nearest tube station.

You: "Fine! It was a long shot anyways! I should have known you wouldn't do anything if you didn't get anything out of it!" He called after him just as the door slammed behind the blond. He sank down onto the bed in defeat, dropping his head into his hands completely lost as to what to do next.

Stranger: Draco was fuming his entire way home. The utter narcisism of Harry's actions, of how he was so sure he was right all the time, it irked Draco to no end. Why should he help him if all he was going to do was look down on Draco anyways. In many ways Severus might be more alike Harry then he thinks. It made him even more uncomfortable with the feelings Harry's memories had displayed. how attracted he was to Draco, how much he seemed to hate it with his entire being, pushing it away, out of mind.

You: It took a few hours for Harry to calm himself. By the time he did he was filled with regret. He had no idea what he was going to do now. He supposed he could find someone else to try and get information from Henry but... Well he didn't trust anyone. Still... He had pushed Draco away now... Still, he needed to apologize. Maybe if he went to one of his shows...

Stranger: Draco was preforming as part of a smaller orchestra for the opera the next week, it was the final repetition before the premier and as such students and such were welcome to buy cheap tickets to be able to watch the play. He was down in the orchestra ditch, facing the director, leading the piece as Ophelia descended in to her grave.

You: Harry spent the next week gathering as much information as possible on the group that took the children. They had made some progress but not much. However, only a day before Hermoine had received a letter, demanding Harry's death for the Children. Harry was more than willing but Draco's words kept echoing in his head. The kids weren't getting out alive no matter if he did or not. So, when the show came... Harry was there, bouquet in hands as the show finished.

Stranger: Draco had tried not to think too much about Harry, of course his heart when out to the children but it had been a long shot even by the best of circumstances, it hadn't been fair of Harry to demand his help in the first place. That was what he told himself. He'd taken off the tail-coat and was having a smoke just out the back with one of the performance in the opera. He was flirting with him and Draco tried his best not to notice it.

You: Harry approached the two, having sneaked past security, looking a bit nervous as he approached. He waited until he caught Draco's eye, not wanting to interrupt, before giving a small crooked smile and a small wave, flowers tucked in the crook of his arm.

Stranger: "What's this?" Draco asked him, trying to sound composed but failing miserably. The man who had playded the Horatio looked equally perplexed, especially becasue of Draco's reaction to the flowers, no doubt he'd thoguh it was for him first. Who would ever care enough to bring flowers to one of the orchestra?

You: Harry approached looking a bit bashful as he offered the flowers out to the blond. "I... saw your performance." He admitted lamely. "You're much better than I expected." He added before tensing as he realized how that sounded. "I mean! You were amazing! Not that I thought you'd be bad! I've just never really focused on... Well anything musical...." He rushed making things worse and flushing.

Stranger: "Mate, i think you're going to have to do better then that i'f you're trying to win him back?" THe bloke said. That mad Draco smile a bit, wasnt that the truth. He accepted the flowers however, what else was he supposed to do? "I think that's more to do with the fact that you've never been to an opera before. or a consert prior to last week." Draco said.

You: Harry flushed deeper at the other man's words and glanced away though he gave a small snort at Draco's. "Is it that obvious?" He mumbled. "Listen... I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was emotional and stupid. What can I do to make it up to you?" He asked softly.

Stranger: "I dont know, I've never ever done anything that wasnt in my own best interest so i'm not really sure what could make me more sympathetic towards you." Draco said coldly. He heard a whistle from the other guy. "I'll leave you to it, seems you need a talk." He said, patting Draco's shoulder before disaearign back inside.

You: Harry straightened a bit at that. "Fair dis..." He acknowledged with a nod. "I deserved that." He acknowledge. "But to be fair... You do like proving me wrong." He countered with a small smile. "Maybe you could do it this time as well?"

Stranger: "I really don't think i could help you with those kids harry. I saw the article, Greyback and lestrange has them and if ether of them ever saw me again they'd kill me... only first they'd torture me... among other things."

You: Harry bit his bottom lip and nodded. "I know." He nodded. "They're calling for my head." He admitted with a shrug. "Not surprising but you've kinda made me want to keep it where its at." He admitted with a humorless chuckle. "I thought... that maybe... you wouldn't try that skill of your's on Henry?" He asked. "Its a long shot but its the only one I have. If you're still willing, that is... I don't really trust anyone else." He admitted, staring at his feet as he rocked back and forth.

Stranger: "That was to find out who was doing this, i'm not sure what else i could get out of him that you couldn't with sign language." He explained. "I'm not an auror, really you should put together a team, make up a plan and tryto extract them... i think that would be yor best shot."

You: Harry gave another somber nod. "Right." He mumbled softly, shoulders slumping slightly. "Well... Thank you, anyways." He offered with a soft sad smile. "I appreciate you trying." He added before turning to go.

Stranger: "You're also shit at flirting." Draco heard himself saying as Harry turned around. He just needed to get that out there.

You: Harry paused at that, silent for a moment before he began chuckling. "Fair enough. But you were always out of my league anyways, so whats the point of trying?" He countered with a shrug.

Stranger: "RIght, well in that case you can go." Draco mumbled, looking down at the flowers and tossing them in the dumpster, along with the butt of his fag.

You: Harry visibly flinched as the flowers were tossed aside. That stung. "If you didn't like the flowers you could have just said so." He countered with a sigh. "Would I have had a chance anyways?" He asked, gaze curious, obviously worried about how Draco would answer.

Stranger: "What would be the point now?" Draco asked bluntly. "Besides, you dont seem to like me, or have ever liked me. you just think i'm pretty."

You: Harry seemed a bit confused at that. "You're joking right?" He scoffed, he waited a moment before rolling his eyes. "You really are dense. I've never just thought of you as just attractive." He huffed, heart beginning to race, the words coming out a bit forceful as his adrenalin picked up. "Please! You're smart, funny, witty, you demand respect from everyone, your talented and know it... You're practically fearless... You go after whatever you want at the time and don't let anyone hold you back. Sure you're pretty... But if that's all you think you are... all you think I see... Then maybe... Well, maybe you're not as smart as I thought." He huffed, arms folded over his chest as he glanced away. "Or you're just fishing for a bloody compliment and I'm stupid enough to bite."

Stranger: "You think i'm egotistical, heartless and mean." Draco said firmly. "You've said as much, and thought it, multiple times. i've been inside that head of yours. You're pulled between those two, frustration and anger that i dont do what you want me to do and then then you drool over wanting me, trying ot push those thoughts away and failing.

You: Harry scrubbed a hand down his face and frustration. "You didn't pay much attention while you were in there then." He scoffed. "Yeah... I tell myself those thing... That your heartless... think of no one but yourself... A right arse. And sometime..." He sighed, holding himself a bit tighter. "Sometimes I manage to convince myself that their true... But only for a moment." He admitted looking a bit ashamed. "I do try not to think of you the way I do because... Well... Because I'm weak okay!" He spat angrily. Why was his defense mechanism anger? "Because if I allow myself to grow attached to anyone they die! Or they run! Everyone who gets close to me is in danger! Everyone who has died is because of me! I might as well have killed them with my own hands! So yeah, I try to convince myself that you're a horrible human being to protect myself because in realty I'm the monster, just like you said." The last words were a soft pained whisper as he couldn't bring himself to meet Draco's gaze. "Happy now?"

Stranger: Draco shook his head. "We don't know each other, why do you pretend like we do? It's been 6 years since the war, i don't know the first thing about you, and you dont know the first thing about me. What ever feelings you had towards me back in school don't really apply.... I don't think i could be more different from back then if i tried. You make me feel like i haven't grown at all."

Stranger: (brb)

You: Harry's jaw set at that and he nodded. He was silent for a long moment as if fighting with himself. "Fine." He acknowledged. "Maybe we don't....But... I'd like to." He shrugged. "Would you at least let me buy you a drink?" He asked, "Maybe dinner... If I don't piss you off too badly." What did he have to lose....

Stranger: "A drink. fine..." Draco mumbled. "But dont you have some kids to save first?" Draco asked. "I think i'm going to take up mr horatio's offer for tonight." He said though he instantly regretted it. He did always have to come out on top, often to the deprimerat of his relationship to others.

You: "Mr. Horaito?" Harry mumbled piecing together what he meant a bit slowly. He nodded. He was jealous sure but now wasn't the time to do anything about it. "Right. Well, like you said... I'll need a team and I won't be able to get one together until tomorrow." He pointed out, knowing his ties with the ministry had been cut because of the press conference but hoping Draco wasn't aware of it. "So tonight, I suppose I'll simply have the opportunity of enjoying your company... Maybe you can tell me how you became so talent?" He offered.

Stranger: (Oh no i think you misunderstood, i meant that draco implied he would hook up with the actor who played horatio)

You: [No I got it. No worries, I suppose I should have been more clear srry.] *"Mr. Horatio?" Harry mumbled, before the realization hit him, of course Draco wanted to have dinner with the man he had been speaking to.He was jealous sure but now wasn't the time to do anything about it. "Right. Well, like you said... I'll need a team and I won't be able to get one together until tomorrow." He pointed out, knowing his ties with the ministry had been cut because of the press conference but hoping Draco wasn't aware of it. "So tonight, I suppose I'll simply have the opportunity of enjoying your company... Maybe you can tell me how you became so talent?" He offered.

Stranger: "I practiced allot." Draco said flatly. "There isn't really a grand story to it. Allot of practice and being at the right place at the right time... Sleeping with the right person didn't hurt ether." He gave a slight smile. "Harry, I'm not going to hang out with you all night...."

You: Harry gave a huff of feigned amusement at the joke. "Yes, Draco; I am aware. But you said yes to a drink and I count that as a win. No take backs. I've just better make sure its a really long one so you don't run off on me as quickly as I expect you'll want to." He teased.

Stranger: "I said a drink. not tonight unless you'd like to listen to him." Draco nodded back towards the door, meaning the bloke from earlier. "Doing a much better job of flirting."

You: Harry's face fell a bit at that. "Right... Sorry." He mumbled a bit dejected. "Well... for what its worth. I hope you have a nice night." Harry replied, with another sad smile. "Don't have too much fun without me." He teased, though the words seemed a bit more sad than usual.

Stranger: "We'll see." Draco mumbled, that was really all up to the other guy. "Send me an owl once this mess has blown over, whichever way it goes." He mumbled. "You should owl my mother too, she wants to thank you."

You: "Right. Will do." He nodded, knowing he probably wouldn't. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

Stranger: "Yeah." Draco sighed. "Talk care Harry." He murmured softly and then went back inside to the backstage aria.

You: It was two days before the news came. Apparently Harry went on the suicide mission after all, though this time, he simply gave himself to Lestrange rather than try any disguises. The news was everywhere he was either presumed dead or soon to be.

Stranger: Draco was saddened by the news but he still felt glade he hadnt taken that drink with harry, it would have made it all that much harder to bear. In any case he was bussy a it was, trying to take care of his mother nad nurse her back to health. SHe'd taken better to Azkaban wthen anyone could have hoped and she wasnt nearly as crazy as the time she had served would suggest.

You: The rest of the world seemed to mourn for a few days before the news blew over. It was another few weeks before Harry managed to get out. Lestrange was dead and the children were alive though a bit battered... Harry however, was in a bad way. Somehow they managed to keep the news quiet which was surprising and despite the ministries

You: ' orders Harry just managed to sneak out or his confinements just in time for one of Draco's shows... flowers in hand.

Stranger: Draco made his first preformance as a soloist, for the first time all the focus was on him as he set the melody for the show. He'd been so nervous he could barely eat or sit down all day, something which wasn't helped by the fact that he had his mother in the crowd, front row in fact, he could see her from where he sat, playing his theremin.

You: Harry made sure he was in the back, close to an exit, making sure he couldn't be seen. He'd wait until the end of the show before sneaking back stage. Regardless, he was blown away by the preformence. He knew Draco was talented but just how talented was something he hadn't expected.

Stranger: Every tone was on point, every vibrato, Draco did the best show of his life and at the end of it as the orchestra took their praise he walked down the front steps, Wrapping his arms rightly around his mother. She was crying pressing a kiss to his forehead and then a rose in to his hand. He lead her back stage, as the applause still shook the hall, wanting to show her what his life was like now.

You: Harry made his way back stage just as they finished, waiting my Draco's dressing room, head bowed. He was certain that no one there knew who he was but the world though he was dead and he needed to keep it that way. Still he held the flowers loosely in the crook of his arm, chocolates in the other.

Stranger: Draco opened the door to the dressing room which was asigned to him for the night and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him, a ghost, a bloody ghost in the flesh. His mother peaked over his shoulder, seeinng who it was and she gasped. "Harry potter." as if she didnt even understood what the words meant)

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