Harry Potter Oneshots

See you on the other side... ~ Drarry

Au - Voldemort doesn't exist but Harry's parents are still dead.
~4th year
⚠️Warning - Abuse⚠️
~Drarry~
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Harry heaved himself off his boyfriend's lap, the train had just reached the station and they were going back home for the summer. Harry really didn't want to go and Draco knew this, Harry was invited over to the Malfoy's for the second month of the holidays. Ron and Hermione hadn't sat with them as they wanted to spend time alone with each other plus Ron couldn't stick being around Draco, hence why they sat apart. Draco sensing Harry's reluctance to leave the train tilted Harry's head up to meet his, Draco leaned in and kissed Harry with each returning the longing ness it held. Albeit hesitant Harry ended the kiss and  left the compartment with Draco just behind him, the two walked onto the platform from the train over to the Malfoy's who greeted Harry and offered him a apparation to his relatives house. Harry though desperately wanting to save himself the long walk refused; knowing his uncle would have his guts for garters if anyone of his 'kind' were spotted in the perfectly 'normal' neighbourhood.

Before leaving Harry looked around to see if he could spot Ron and Hermione but he couldn't see them. He sighed and turned around but not before giving Draco a kiss, Draco kissed him back passionately not wasting the single second he had left. Harry pulled away and started walking the opposite direction, looking back at Draco smiling sadly as he went.
Harry walked through the gateway between the different platforms ending up back in the muggle world. Harry started the long journey to the Dursley's as his uncle couldn't be bothered to come and get him from kings cross.

Harry was almost at the Dursley's house when he saw Dudley and his followers charging across the road towards him. Harry groaned, he really didn't need this, this early into the summer holidays. He wished so much just to be with Draco however they were out of the country for the first month and Harry couldn't go with them. Harry looked behind him again and saw that they were nearly gaining on him so he picked up the pace and started sprinting. Luckily harry was much faster and outran the the gang of teenagers chasing him, sadly it only made him get to the Dursley's house quicker. He knew that this house despite what Dumbledore said was not safe but was made to go back to it every summer.

Harry picked up his Gryffindor courage and knocked the door, Vernon didn't look to be home. Lucky enough it was that petunia answered the door. He wouldn't get a beating straight up, he had time to prepare himself. Petunia pulled him in the door and slammed it behind him, Harry hurried up to his room on the second floor to put his stuff away before his uncle took it. Harry heard his aunt calling his name so he hurried downstairs, told to start dinner and was left to it while the horse-faced woman went back to spying on the residents of number 2.

By the time Vernon had got home Harry was already up in his room and his uncle had, had a good day at work so he wasn't bothered that night...
Or the next...
And the next...
And the next after that...

This lasted for a week and a half and Harry couldn't have been happier! This was the longest that he had ever gotten away without being hit. This did have to come to an end though...

Harry was up in his room when he heard Vernon call him. Harry at first gulped; but then remembered that he hadn't struck out at him all week. So he lifted himself from his bed and made his way downstairs. What Harry didn't know was that his uncle was drunk.

⚠️Abuse starts now⚠️

As Harry walked down the stair he got a thump to the head, Harry started to panic and started to lift himself off the ground until he felt a boot come down hard on his back. Harry screamed out in pain only to be hauled up off the ground by his t-shirt neck. He was punched in the face repeatedly, he could feel the blood dripping down his face, taste the copper like substance in his mouth. Harry could see black spots in his vision before he slumped to the ground, blacking out.

⚠️Abuse ends⚠️

Harry woke up still laying on the stair landing face down. The blood was still flowing from his face and back, black spots still gazed his vision. Hurriedly he clambered up the stairs trying not to make too much noise, once he got to his room he pulled out a piece of parchment and found a quill. The dark spots in his vision were beginning to worsen again and he felt like he was going to pass out, but he couldn't give up hope. Clumsily trying to find ink only to realise he had ran out. No no no no no... feeling drowsier he decided to screw it and write the letter in the blood he was bleeding out;

Draco,

When you receive this letter I will probably not be here anymore...

I'm so sorry!

Remember that I will always love you,

See you on the other side...

Harry xx

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When Draco received the letter from Hedwig he was filled with joy, although the bird was not her usual self she seemed... off. Draco couldn't wait to read the letter Harry had sent him, unfolding the letter with care he read it through and collapsed on the ground and started sobbing.

Narcissa gracefully walked towards to see what all the noise was and was alarmed to see Draco sobbing on the kitchen floor. She rushed over to him forgetting her pure blood manners, she looked down at the letter that was laying forgotten on the floor. Picking it up she felt her heart shatter, she bolted out of the kitchen and towards her husband's study begging him to go and check on Harry. Lucius was unsure of what had gotten his wife in such a state but he went to Harry's relatives house and was disturbed to see it quickly abandoned. He could here a faint buzzing coming from up the stairs, drawing his wand he started ascending up the stairs, when he got to the door where the buzzing was coming from he opened it not knowing what he would see.

He stopped and took a shuddering breath at what he seen lying before him. Harry Potter in all his glory was lying dead on the ground, flies swarming his forgotten body.

A sight he would never forget.

~1131