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It Doesn't do well the Dwell on Dreams

Originally posted to Wattpad on 5/18/2019. Last updated on 6/21/2023.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter hadn't gotten any letters from Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, or any of his other friends all summer. At this point, he would have been overjoyed to receive a letter form Draco Malfoy---his school rival---telling him how horrible he is. He was beginning to think Dobby was tampering with his mail again.

It was currently the summer after second year. And, for the third time in Harry's school career, a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was hired at Hogwarts. The position seemed to be cursed, every teacher that got hired left by the end of the year. For example, Quirrel had Voldemort on the back of his head, and died at the end of Harry's first year. Or Lockhart, who was unbelievably narcissistic and tried to Obliviate Ron and Harry using Ron's broken wand. The spell backfired---literally---and he hit himself instead, making him lose all his memories. What's next? A werewolf? Maybe an actually competent teacher?

Let's be honest here, it could be both.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts by  a tap on his window.

The brunette jumped up, winced, and sat back down. Vernon had been in a bad mood and he accidentally burnt breakfast that morning, making his beating worse than normal. He stood up carefully, and walked to the window.

When he opened it, an eagle owl that was twice the size of Headwig flew inside, landing on Headwig's owl perch. It stuck its leg out and waited for Harry to take the letter tied  to it. Actually, it looked more like a note than a proper letter. The wizard untied and opened the note. He read through and was utterly confused.

Harry,

This might sound weird, but I need you to go to the run down old playground down the street from you at 9:30. I'll explain everything there. Please, keep an open mind.

-A Friend

The writing looked too fancy to be Hermione, Ron's handwriting was just as bad if not worse than Harry's, Ginny liked to keep her writing simple instead of being over extravagant, Fred and George's writing were fancy, but not this over-the-top.

'Who could it be?' Harry pondered. The eagle owl flew out the open window and into the darkness beyond.

He glanced at the beat-up alarm clock on the dresser. 9:24. If he didn't leave soon he would miss the meeting this "Friend" had proposed.

'I have magic, if it's an attack I'm not defenceless.'

Harry grabbed his wand and unlocked his door wandlessly as to not trigger the Trace that was on his wand. He left the room and glanced down the hall to ensure there was no one there. He closed and locked the door behind him and crept down the stars. He skipped the second to last stair so it wouldn't creek and opened the front door. A small smile spread across his face and he breathed in the cool night air.

He closed the door silently before running barefoot to the playground.

A/N: It's short, I know. Anyway, do you all like this better? Do you want me to continue the other one? Personally, I like this one better. Oh, feel free to swear and stuff in the comments, I won't stop you. G'day fellow Wattpadians and remember, knives are too informal.

Chapter 2

As Harry approached the playground, he slowed to a walk. He looked around and tried to get a glimpse of just who wanted to meet him. When he didn't see anyone it occurred to him that it might be a prank, not an attack or someone who genuinely wanted to talk to him. Just as he turned to leave, he heard a voice calling his name.

"Harry! Wait! Don't go!" The voice called. It sounded familiar, but Harry couldn't place just where he had heard it. Harry turned around and saw a twelve, maybe thirteen year old boy with platinum blond hair and stormy grey eyes standing by a tree.

Malfoy.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Malice laced his voice. So it was just some cruel joke. Malfoy flinched away and bowed his head slightly.

"I asked you to come here so I could apologize." Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Malfoy wanted to apologize?

"What?"

"I said I want to apologize." Malfoy repeated.

"Ha, that's likely." Harry turned to leave again when Malfoy ran forward and seized his wrist.

"No, really. Why else would I send you that letter?"

"Oh, I don't know. To make fun of me? To terrorize me? To curse or hex me? You've done all those things in the past, so why should I believe you won't now?" Harry ranted.

"I-I'm sorry..." Tears welled up in Malfoy's eyes and rolled down his cheeks. His shoulders shook with silent sobs. For some reason, Harry had the overwhelming urge to comfort the boy. "Father forced me to. He said if i couldn't befriend you, I would assert my dominance and antagonize you. I'm sorry..." Malfoy whispered.

'Has his father done anything else to him?' Harry wondered. Malfoy covered his face with his arms and wiped away the tears still rolling down his cheeks. After calming down a little Harry was asked a question he never thought he would be asked.

"Father disowned me when I told him I wanted to apologize. Do you mind if I stay with you? I know we're not even friends, but all my friends only wanted to be my friends because of the money and all that. I didn't know where else to go, so..." He trailed off.

"Let's start over. I'm Harry. Harry Potter. I'd like it if we could be friends." Harry stuck his hand out to Malfoy. Malfoy shook Harry's hand.

"Let's." They let go.

"A fair warning though, if you do decide to stay with me, stay out of everyone's way. Especially Dudley and his lackeys. And absolutely no magic. Not even mentioning the word."

"Who's Dudley? And those muggles you live with know about magic, so why can't we talk about it?"

"Dudley is my cousin. He's really fat and if he decides to body slam you, you're in for at least a few broken bones. I learned that the hard way. As for the 'no magic' rule, my relatives hate magic. If you really are a self-preserving Slytherin, it's better not to mention it, let alone use it." Harry grimaced. The last time he mentioned magic he got four days with little to no food.

"Got it. Stay out of everyone's way and no magic." Malf- no, Draco nodded.

"Good. Follow me, the house is this way." Harry led the way back to Number 4, Privet Drive.

"Why are you barefoot, anyway?" Draco asked.

"Uncle Vernon said Freaks don't need shoes. By 'freaks' he means witches and wizards." Harry answered.

"That's awful..."

"It's not like I have anywhere else to go." Harry said. "I've learned to live with it."

'You shouldn't have to...' Draco thought as the conversation ended. The brunette wandlessly unlocked the door and ushered the other wizard inside. They skipped the second step and hurried into Harry's room.

"Do you mind sharing a bed? I'm unsure I'll be able to transfigure something into one."

"Under any other circumstance, I would say no. But, I really have no other option."

"Thanks for not making a big deal over it."

"No problem."

"The muggles will get suspicious if you keep wearing those robes. All I've got are too-big t-shirts and baggy jeans and sweatpants, but it's better to keep the muggles from noticing anything abnormal." Draco nodded in agreement. "Here, that's the best I've got." Harry handed the blonde a pair of sweatpants with a safety pin in one side so it could fit a smaller frame and a green long sleeve t-shirt that was about one size too big for Draco.

The boys changed, Harry put on a different pair of sweatpants and a deep red short-sleeve t-shirt. Draco donned the clothes Harry gave him.

The two of them clambered into the small bed and fell asleep rather quickly, considering everything that had happened in the past half-hour.

Chapter 3

Harry awoke to the sound of banging on his door. He woke Draco and got out of bed, the blonde following his lead. The next thing they knew, the door had been thrown open and Vernon stormed into the room, belt in hand, face red with anger.

"Freak! Did you bring another one of your kind into my house?"

"So what if I did?" Harry was feeling rather brave. He knew it would hurt more in the long-run, but Harry wasn't really thinking about the outcome of this encounter.

"You have no right to speak to me like that, freak!" Vernon bellowed. His face turned from red to purple. Vernon moved closer to the two wizards.

"Draco, run." Harry whispered.

"But-"

"Now! I'll be fine on my own." Draco nodded and bolted from the room. Once he made it down the stairs, he flung open the door and fled in the direction of the playground.

"Saving the other and not yourself, huh?" Vernon's face twisted into a nasty smile, "I'll just have to beat you for yourself and the nasty freak you brought with you." He pushed Harry onto the bed and ripped off his shirt. Vernon lifted the belt into the air before bringing it down, as hard as he could, onto Harry's back.

One.

The brunette knew there were about twenty usually, so he would probably get forty lashes with that belt.

Two.

It continued like this up until the thirtieth lash, where Vernon turned the belt around so the metal buckle would hit Harry's back, instead.

Finally, Vernon moved away and left the room. Harry's relief was short lived, though, when he came back inside.

He was holding a pocket knife.

Harry knew all too well what he was going to do with that. Vernon had done this before, carving words into his skin. Last time that happened was when he was caught doing wandless magic.

Harry didn't like to think about that.

Vernon was now looming over Harry. Slowly, he lowered the knife to Harry's arm and carved 'freak' into the soft skin. He proceeded to carve different words into other areas of flesh. Sometimes he just slashed random areas of Harry's body.

"I'll make you look so disgusting that no one will even talk to you!" He cut off Harry's left ring finger. Then, his right thumb and forefinger. Then, Vernon slit Harry's wrists. A lot.

Vernon finished beating Harry by picking him up by the neck and throwing him on the ground before kicking him in the chest. When a loud crack was heard, Vernon smiled in satisfaction and left the room.

The edges of Harry's vision was growing dark. He was losing too much blood and he couldn't heal his wounds. He didn't have enough strength to move, not enough strength to do magic.

Not enough strength to stay alive.

'How ironic. Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, killed by a muggle.'

Harry's vision went black, and he saw no more.

Chapter 4

Rain fell in a rhythmic pattern on the streets of Little Whinging. Wind lashed at the trees and the sky was dark and dreary. There was a boy curled up inside a tube slide at a playground nobody played at anymore. There was laboured breathing emanating from the slide and the boy’s body shook. He let out a wail and sobbed and pleaded for someone to help him.

    But no one was there to hear it.

    The boy lifted his head and wiped his eyes. Platinum blond hair was left in disarray and grey eyes the same colour as the clouds overhead were red from crying.

    “Harry! Help me! Please? I’m cold and wet and- please, Harry!” He wept into his knees again, “Please be ok, Harry.” He whispered, more to himself than anyone in particular.

    Draco had fled the Dursley household at 6:53 am. It was now well past 5:00 pm. All he really cared about, though, was if Harry was alright.

‘If Harry died because of me, I’ll never forgive myself.’

Draco was so wrapped up in his own emotions that he didn’t even notice the sudden drop in temperature around him.

Or the dark, ominous presence that suddenly loomed over the entire area.

~Perspective Change~

“Vernon, now I have to do all the hard work!” Petunia complained to her husband. She had been complaining to Vernon almost all day about that, nothing else.

“But now we don’t have to worry about the freak getting in our way,” Vernon reasoned. He was glad the freak was dead. “or hurt Dudley.”

“I know, but I’m still upset that you killed the freak without asking me first.” Petunia sighed, “Love you, Vernon.”

“I love you, too, Pet.” Petunia leaned in for a kiss before walking into the kitchen to make dinner.

“{Such stupidity, thinking a soul can pass through the Veil into the Afterlife without my consent.}” A dark figure, invisible to most, stood from his place on the sofa. “{It’s been years since I last meddled, but… oh, this is the perfect opportunity!}” A bright green sphere appeared in the man’s hand. “{It’s not quite your time to go yet. It may never be, for I am gifting you the power of immortality until you wish for me to take it back so that you may pass into the Afterlife.}” He said. The sphere glowed brighter for a moment before darkening to the shade it was earlier.

The figure nodded in approval before releasing the glowing sphere. It traveled up the stairs and through Harry’s bedroom door. Once inside, it moved to the wizard’s body and slowly lowered itself into the corpse’s chest.

A heartbeat roared to life. Lungs already starting to pull in air.

Harry Potter was alive once more.

this'll probably never be updated

Oof sorry but no more update, not invested in the story anymore. I really don't have time to spare for a story I don't like.

stop asking me to put this fic up for adoption

like,,,, you arent entitled to take what ive created and add on to it. if you want to use the idea, sure, go wild, write your own thing. as long as you dont copy/paste any of my own writing, thats 100% a-okay! take the base ive created and use it as a launchpad for your own work.

but, this is not up for adoption, and im also not going to complete it. its well within my right to do that.

asking again will not change my answer.

also, as an addition: DONT FEED MY WORKS INTO AN AI TO SEE THE ENDING. that is super fucking not okay and is theft of intellectual property. count this as my official seal of disapproval.

anyway, FUCK JK ROWLING AND PEACE OUT 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️