Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Through Your Innocent Soul

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: Amora0819

waring this story has things like self harm, eating order, suicidal thoughts, abuse, child abuse and suicide 

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I've always read about these creatures muggle borns call 'sociopaths'. It's funny how one is considered less human for not having emotion, but more disciplined, elegant and 'in control' for not displaying it.

I would say muggles are weird, but this isn't about them. It's about people in both worlds. The more I think of it, the more alike all of us are and I can't stop thinking about it. It drives me mad. I worry my father will find this journal and call me a blood traitor. Well... Wouldn't be the worst thing he's called me.

Is it truly that bad to have this opinion? My father would call me a traitor for it. Muggles would call me an open-minded individual, although some of them may call me disloyal... It's so contradicting. It's so weird. But I am too.

I guess I am just hoping to bid my time until it wouldn't matter if people start to find out about my beliefs. I am hoping I put on a good show in the meantime, be a good boy who never does anything wrong. I already have bruises left from the last time I disobeyed father. I don't need there to be more. They don't bother me anymore, though. They don't even hurt anymore. What hurts more is that no one cares. No knight in shining armor has come to rescue me like in the movies, because that's only the stuff for fiction. Still.. One can hope.

Harry couldn't help it. He really couldn't. He knew he shouldn't be reading these personal, tear-stained, thoughts, but it was as though he couldn't put the mysterious journal down.

It's not like I am keeping it from the owner...

I don't know whose notebook this is.

When I find out I'll give it directly back to them and won't mention it again.

After the dementor attack on the quidditch field and him fainting yet again after hearing his mother's screams, Harry just wanted to be alone. And where was he about to achieve that if not in moaning Myrtle's bathroom? Apparently, someone else had had the same idea, but by the time Harry had calmed his breathing and exited the stall, this other person was gone.

When he came across this black diary then, he couldn't help it. His mind started playing tricks on him.

What if I never actually saved Ginny?

What if Riddle is back?

What if my mind made up the entire story just to protect from the fact that I failed and a madman is still out there?

That doesn't make sense, though.

I know I opened the chamber. I know I destroyed that diary, so why is it right here in front of me?

So, Harry took the diary and soon discovered it was a regular one that only resembled Riddle's. He would've just left it behind right then and there, but this mystery person seemed like he was looking into Harry's soul and writing out the words that Harry never dared speak. His ideas. His words. His past. Everything he wrote was just too close to home for Harry, so he kept it. It made him feel less alone, less of a freak as they always called him.