the boys who loved ~ drarry

xliii. seventeen

seventeen. harry was old. he just lost two very important people in his life. hedwig and moody. poor hedwig. she didn't have to die. she shouldn't have died. he was sad. sad that so many people have risked their lives for him. not everything was about him and he knew that but when you read history books about this, whoever writes them will center him, something that he'll never want. midnight had passed and now he could see if he was a stag or a doe. and whether he was a complete ella or not. he knew he was, but he just didn't know what his mark would be. 

he was officially seventeen and now he just had to know how to turn into an animorphmagus. he tiptoed towards sirius and remus' room and knocked, he didn't want to walk in on anything... obliviateable. he tapped the door twice and heard sirius say a "come in," he walked on a thankfully sober sight. he sighed and plopped himself on their bed, next to them and said "i'm seventeen now, so how am i supposed to turn into a animorphmagus, how do i turn into an animal?" sirius smiled at him and said "just think about what animal you'd prefer, a stag or a doe and then hopefully, you'll change," harry did as he was told. normally he would've chosen a stag, but he thought about a doe. he scrunched up his face in concentration and turned into a doe. he heard a gasp from remus and saw tears in his eyes. "he looks like lily, i-" he choked back sobs. harry turned back and jumped towards remus and hugged him. 

"why a doe?" sirius asked him. he simply said "because i have a lot in common with dad, our patronuses and we look practically the same and i have mum's eyes, as beautiful as they are, i'd like to be a little more connencted to her," sirius teared up now and said "you're more like them than you think harry," they smiffled on remus' jumper for sometime while remus sniffled on harry's hair, knowing better than to sniffle on sirius'. he returned to his and ron's room and saw an owl waiting for him. he excitedly open the window for the owl who dropped a package. he opened it and found a vial of a silvery substance. there was a letter right next to it, written in morse code, so this time, he picked it up and tapped it with his wand and said "translatio" the letter now read:

dear hjp,

i can't emphasize enough how much i miss you. when you get this, i'll probably be thinking about you like i do at all times. you might be confused about the vial and its contents but it's rather simple. the vial contains my best memories with you. our first kiss. our entire first date. the time we said 'i love you' for the first time. and so  many more. to watch them just pour it on some water to put it in a 'pensieve'-ish thing and mutter 'ostendia' and you'll see everything you need and want from the vial. if you want use 'ostendia' to stop it as well. i love you and am constantly hoping to see you again. please don't die. never forget how much i love you. please be safe. 

with more love than humanly possible,

dlm.

ron was sitting next to him and he read the letter alongside harry and welled up. the two of them were very comfortable crying in front of each other and always knew how to comfort each other. ron patted harry's back and rubbed circles on it. hermione walked in and saw the state of the two boys and said "what's up?" harry gave her the letter. she read it and welled up as well. the three of them untranslated the letter and wished harry a happy birthday. harry conjured some water and poured the vial into it. he muttered a quick 'ostendia' the memories of his first kiss came flooding in. 

"what would you say if it was you?" "well i'll probably be the happiest person on earth because my crush likes me back, but..." draco realized what he said and his eyes widened. He hoped that Harry didn't catch that part. "you like me?" said harry in a small voice. draco knew he couldn't avoid the question, so he just nodded yes and asked "do you like me?" harry also nodded yes. That was all the convincing Draco needed. he leaned forward and firmly, yet delicately placed his lips on Harry's, who didn't pull away.