Papillon

15 - la tâche

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Harry

'H-Harry?' A whispering voice, a cold hand upon his face. Harry pushed the hand away; he himself too busy with fighting against the enemy in his head. Nightmares. Every night.

'Harry,' the same voice whispered again — louder this time, but still Harry ignored it and lifted his right hand to point his wand at Voldemort's laughing face.

'Harry, please.' The whispering voice was now almost as loud as Voldemort's in Harry's nightmare, and as red sparks left the tip of his trusted wand — Harry finally opened his eyes to face jet black darkness.

'Harry,' the voice once again repeated at the sign of movement from Harry's side. Finally did Harry recognize to whom that voice belonged; to Draco, of course. Turning himself on his other side he looked into the beautiful but shiny eyes of his lover; tears sparkling on his cheeks as a pale hand slowly wiped them away, trembling.

'What's wrong?' Harry immediately asked, taking Draco's hand in his and moving a bit closer to him. 'Why are you crying?'

Draco closed his eyes, looked away for only a second. As the room became brighter as Harry's eyes adjusted more to the darkness; he could see more and more tears roll down Draco's pearl skin. 'J'ai peur,' the boy admitted with a trembling voice.

Placing his hand now on Draco's cheek, Harry slowly wiped the tears away with the warmth of his thumb. 'Why, my angel? Because of him?'

Draco nodded. 'Un peu... but also because I have to go home.'

Silver colored eyes stared into Harry's and he could see the fear that laid beyond them — the fear of going home again and face monsters one wasn't supposed to face at home. 'Can't you stay here? Can't Madame Maxime protect you?'

A soft sigh followed — one out of pure exhaustion — as Draco shook his head. 'I can't, Harry. I must return for I can't endanger everyone here. What will papa and that monster do once they hear I am unwilling to come home?'

Harry was now the one to sigh. 'And at Hogwarts? Come to Hogwarts with me and we can try to hide you there—'

'Non,' Draco interrupted. 'I won't endanger you nor your friends like that. I know Hogwarts is a strictly guarded place — perhaps even more than Beauxbatons — but that doesn't mean they won't find a way to break through its protective spells.'

A silence followed as Harry was lost for words and of what to do. Was there really only one option for Draco? For him to go home? 'I wish I could do something,' Harry then said. 'But I realize as well that there will be no hiding; not for either of us.'

Draco bit his lip and slowly nodded his head, fighting some more tears before burying his head against Harry's chest. 'I'll miss you,' the blond boy whispered with a voice filled with soft cries.

'I'll miss you too.'

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'You will only start to miss him more, Harry.' With Dumbledore next to him, they walked through a nearly abandoned street in the middle of the night. The pale moonlight shone upon them and a few stars were flickering next to it; showing off how much they could sparkle. To why exactly Dumbledore had invited him to join him on a nightly trip to wherever-they-were; Harry had no idea — and by the looks of it, the Headmaster wasn't really feeling like explaining it to him. 'But you shouldn't worry about him,' Dumbledore added to it.

'Why not? He was forced to go home again and live happily with his parents that worship a monster; of course I should be worried about him,' Harry replied to his headmaster's words. How could he not be worried about Draco? Who knew what that cruel father of his had in store for his son after his escape. After helping both Dumbledore as the Dark Lord's enemy — after being on the wrong side. An image of Draco locked up in his room with tears running down his face came up in front of his eyes; him being unable to defend himself against his own blood.