You'll Understand In The End (Drarry)

Chapter 9 - The Butterfly With The Broken Wings

Chapter 9 - The Butterfly With The Broken Wings

Harry absolutely hated the forest. The dirt, the smell of shit that laid past the trees, the sounds of annoying critters that kept him awake at night till dawn red. The damn rocks that smacked his back and head each time he tossed and turned. He especially hated the sounds of snoring from his best friend Ron that laid a couple of feet away from him.

Groaning once more in annoyance and another sleepless night Harry sat up and glared at the sleeping figure. He swore that one day he would smack the living-daylights out of him for keeping him up.

Lucky bastard and being able to sleep.

Harry brushed off the dirt on his legs and almost screamed at the spider that was only a couple of inches away from his hand moments before he had stood up. "Bloody hell."

Harry checked his pockets and searched for a map in his possession. He sighed in relief in finding it and was frighted by the fact that he had finally lost it.

He was glad to have not been left alone in the forest and instead being aided by his friends in this journey of his, not that he wanted to be in it in the first place.

He crouched down near the fire to memorize the map once more. There were so many crossed out places and it was obviously beginning to wear down from the many folds and mucks of dirt that splashed onto it each time it was pulled out.

He yawned and stretched his arms and legs. There was tenseness in his muscles that made him seem more like a mannequin than an actual human being of flesh and bone. He stared at the map dazed and thought about lying down on a soft mattress that could compare to the fluffiness of a cloud.

He wanted so much to melt onto the soft foam, wrapped in eider-down, and drift into the world of dreams. Yet his brain was in a violent whirl of stupidity, trying to organize that chaos that was happening in his life right now.

His mind sought to discover a way to control the capriciousness of people, to acquiesce and please them so that their encounters are softer, less draining. Of course the task is pointless, life is far too random for a human brain to take the billions of factors that come together to form just one day for one person.

Though his conscious brain knows all this by subconscious remains stubborn in its attempts to protect him, to ensure his survival. Ironic really, what he really need to survive tomorrow is sleep, at lease six hours would be nice. But for that to happen he would have to be out in less than five minutes and not even the double of vodka he just downed can do that.

Yes, he realized that he was way to young to be drinking, but to hell with that right now he was trying to escape and survive in this forest. After everything he's been though he at least deserved a drink.

Harry has to admit though. These weren't the only reasons he could not sleep at night. There were times where he could feel a piercing stare directly aimed at him. This made him ten times more paranoid.

The fact that Alpha would not tell him made him angry and grumble in annoyance. Wasn't he supposed to be apart of him? What's the harm in telling him what was watching him and responding to his questions of what he had been doing these past few months?

Each time he asked Alpha he would simply respond with a," you'll understand soon enough."

Sometimes Harry couldn't believe that he was him and vice versa. He acted so high and mighty as if the ground he touched was holy.

Harry sighed out-loud and focused his attention back on the map. He traced a finger down a trail that led to Slytherin territory. Harry shivered at the thought of crossing paths with them, he doesn't even want to think of them. But at the same time he felt electricity course though him. It was an odd thought to wonder how they acted and why they isolated themselves.

Harry wondered who he could have met and befriended if he had the chance to meet them. Again, he got distracted in useless thoughts. He cursed himself for wondering about an impossibility, he was raised better than this. He shouldn't even be thinking of befriending the enemy (or possible ally a small voice in his head added).

Fuck, Harry swore. Should he take that chance? Could this possibly be a sign for him?

Harry froze when he heard Ron mumble in his sleep. Harry decided that perhaps he should attempt to go to sleep again before his thoughts continued to run to dangerous territory.

He stepped away from the fire and turned around "Holy shit!" He whispered when he faced a dark shadow figure with bright green eyes. "Alpha what the hell?! Stop doing that, you're going to give me a heart attack!"

Alpha simply snorted and smacked Harry on his head. He pointed to the map he had in his hand still.

Harry lifted it up,"yeah, I was going to put this away." He began to fold it and ceased when Alpha called him a useless idiot. "Shut the hell up, we're the same person, hence you also called yourself a useless idiot."

"That is not something you should be smiling about." Alpha frowned at his triumphant smile." Here." He ignored the insulted face on Harry and pointed to a part of the forest that layed far from his current sight. "You should arrive here in the next few days."

"Why?"

"You'll understand soon enough." He stated and disappeared, slipping back into Harry's mind.

Harry cursed him for being edgy and giving him no real answer each time they talked. For a moment he thought of ignoring him but then decided against it. After all, he was never wrong.

The green eyed male layed down and stayed awake for longer than he could recall. Sleep-deprivation was indeed painful. He knew that he would sleep for not very long and then awake as if he was breathing for the first time, as if his body was deprived of oxygen.

Harry closed his eyes then forced them open to stare at the night. Even in the velvet dark there was the light of the stars, perhaps a promise that even when we yearn for the light of the sun there will be those stars to bring hope of the dawn.

It is always the light we crave, for without it what is our world? Would be become creatures of the night forever to scuttle and hide from predators imagined or real? What is your predator? Or who? Or it is a combination of factors that add up to this effect?

Either way he enjoyed staring up at the distant patterns in the dark heavens.

Harry would not be afraid. Tonight he would feel safe and soon enough in the morning once more he would solve the issues that he had to fix.