bloodline|drarry

1|omnipotent

"is my soul too dark for you?"

Sometimes knowing too much can be dangerous, there's a reason the saying is 'curiosity killed the cat'

Harry potter knew this all too well.

Delving too deep into something that you weren't meant to know can deceive you into thinking that you were meant to help that situation, when realistically; you just make it ten times worse.

The battle of Hogwarts had left everyone at ease, but it left Harry confused. There were many things that had happened during the war that Harry could simply not explain, but by far the most confusing thing that has ever happened to Harry was Draco Malfoy.

Harry had spent his entire life hating Malfoy, he blamed every little problem on him; convinced that the pretentious git was always up to something. When Malfoy switched sides, Harry had just assumed that it was his own choice. That had clearly been proven wrong when the boy threw his wand to him in the final battle.

After that, Harry had been filled with confusion, looking too far into Malfoy's life. Why would someone who had despised him for seven years willingly help him kill the person who was meant to be his saviour? If Malfoy hadn't thrown him his wand Voldemort would still be alive and Harry would be dead. Is that not what Malfoy wanted?

When the letter from Professor McGonagall had arrived at twelve grimmauld place, the world around him faltered. Back to hogwarts? Surely not. When he first read the letter the idea has seemed entirely ridiculous, but after some thought it really didn't sound so bad.

He needed his education, he had the ministry practically knocking down his door to join the auror team but they wouldn't take him if he had no bloody clue what he was doing. Plus Hermione would probably kill him if he didn't get his NEWTs.

At the end of the day, Harry knew he had to go back. People would be fawning over him every two seconds but he wasn't doing this for praise, he was doing this because he was terrified of Hermione.

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Sitting on the Hogwarts express felt surreal, it almost didn't feel right. Six full years at Hogwarts and this would be the first year he wouldn't be in danger of death every five minutes.

His eyes travelled over to his two best friends, they'd gotten together after the war and they were practically talking about marriage already. Hermione was asleep on Ron's shoulder, Ron was playing with her hair. Harry wanted to vomit, it's not even like they were snogging but after Ginny; Harry couldn't even stand to see anyone in a happy relationship.

Basically him and Ginny were simply not meant to be, they'd been placed up on this pedestal as the bloody saviours of the wizarding world and it had too much pressure on them as a couple. Ginny eventually ended things, Harry wasn't surprised but he was upset. He did genuinely love her, but being the boy who lived came with a lot of baggage.

He could see out of the corner of his eye that they were pulling into Hogsmeade station. He was terrified, going back to the place where he spent so much time after it had been destroyed on his own doing, that's got to sting a little bit.

As soon as the train pulled into the station, Harry bolted. Needing fresh air as soon as he possibly could, he sprinted down the platform; apprarating straight to the doors of Hogwarts, feeling the bile rise in his throat, he leaned over the railing and vomited. I can't do this.

"delightful" a voice he knew all too well sneered from behind him, a quiet scourgify was whispered too.

"Fuck off Malfoy, I'm not dealing with you this year" Harry grunted, stepping closer to Malfoy. "You know they're calling me a hero down there" Malfoy boasted, Harry rolled his eyes and snorted "when did you become a hero"