Hopeful Love - Drarry One-shots

Their Mortal Souls

tw : murder, mention of death & murder, mutilation, blood, death, violence etc.

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Grabbing the last of what was left of Draco's mutilated body, Harry threw the left arm into the final hole and began to fill the dirt back in. Filling it to the top and patting down the dirt, he threw a few seeds on top and grabbed his supplies.

Slipping easily through the very dark forest, he reached the underpass where his car was located. Turning on the ignition and making his final checks that everything was with him, he drove his car onto the vacant road, and made his way back home.

Pulling into his driveway, he watched as his front porch light flickered. Harry's house was essentially in the middle of nowhere. He knew that if he was around people who could see him, his "late night trips" would not go unnoticed. He needed to be careful, but he's had this in the bag since his fourth kill. He could do this shit in his sleep.

Harry quickly turned off the car, grabbed his equipment, and went inside. Looking up at the clock on his wall, he noticed it was almost midnight. He had work in the morning, so he needed this process to be quick. He grabbed his things and went over to his wooden barrel full of water, dumping in the bleach and stirring it for a few seconds. Then, he threw in his bag that had beforehand contained the remains of one mutilated Draco Malfoy, slipped in his shovel and tossed in his knives.

He grabbed a small plastic container and filled some of it with bleach-water as well. Rummaging through his pocket, he grabbed the cylinder-like object and carefully placed it into the filled container. He watched as it bobbed back up to float with ease and snorted, setting the container onto a counter.

Taking one last glance at the slender, severed finger, he shut off his lights and went into his bedroom.

Pulling on his sleepwear, he brushed his teeth, washed his face off, and very thoroughly washed his hands. Slipping into his bed, he placed his glasses neatly onto his nightstand, as well as his dagger, and settled into bed. Briefly running over the nights events in his head to make sure he made no mistakes, he felt satisfied enough to drift off to sleep.

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beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.

Harry's eyes shot open at the sound of his bedside alarm. He sighed, rolling over. 6 am. He had work today. Harry worked as a Detective, along with his best friend Ron. Draco Malfoy was also a Detective in their field, up until now. Harry frowned at the thought of everyone's reactions when Draco will be deemed as missing. He would have to play this one off, just like the other 11 people who disappeared around town. But at least nobody questioned how 11 trees had sprouted in random places. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the news story,

"Trees are finally beginning to grow naturally on their own around this small town! This could be a step in the right direction, a good time for our environment." The news reporter had said, a hideous grin on his face. Harry wanted nothing more than to make him his next victim, but decided that was a bad idea. He had already mapped out Malfoy.

Grabbing his clothes from his dresser and pulling them on, he did his tie and slipped on his plain black shoes. As well as putting his round spectacles on, he brushed his teeth and grabbed an apple for breakfast. When he was finished, he dropped the seeds from the core into a small jar.

Deciding he would handle the bleach barrel and container later, he grabbed his keys, locked up his house, made sure there was no way to see inside, started his car, and headed off to work.

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Arriving at his office for the day, he set his things on his cubicle's desk and began to move up the walkway to his bosses office, to see what he needed to do. Passing people left and right, he stopped abruptly when he saw one tall blonde boy sitting at Malfoy's desk.