Drarry | What Changed?

Chapter 13

It has been hours after being revealed to Julian that Barry was Flash and they had a H.Q. it seemed. Julian was back home with Harry who were cuddling in together on the bed of Draco's room. Harry's chin was on Draco head of fluffy hair and Draco was flipping through a Quid-gazine (Magazine of Quidditch). Draco snuggles in more to Harvey chest. He sat between Harry's legs, a hand on his knee. "Dray," Harry patted Julian's hair. "Are you... Okay?" Julian looked at the other behind him. Julian was fine. Can't he see it? "Yes, Harry. Why?" Julian shut the magazine. "It's just- I- I have the dreams again. Y-you know, those that I w-was in Voldemort-"

"So you think I'm going to be him? Harry, aren't the visions you get is during the same time as it is when you sleep or something? I was trapped by Barry — Flash! What could I possibly do? Or I was working. So you mean while I was Savitar? I wasn't in my right mind and you know that. I- they can't be the future. I won't be like him, I'm scared of becoming him, so how- how could I...?"

"It's because your scared of facing your fears that you let them take control of you, Draco! You can't keep running away!"

"I have no fear!" Julian scrambled away from Harry like he was some kind of monster. "So you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"Harry-"

"No, you're right. I know nothing. I'm the bloody Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, the one who defeated fucking Voldemort. You think I wasn't scared? You think I wanted to lose my parents? Mo- Remus? Sirius? I was the reason- the cause of their deaths! I was basically Voldemort but in a different way, you think I wanted to?"

"It's not like you watch one or more die in front of you everyday! I could've stopped him from killing them but I did nothing!"

"They were my lived ones."

"And I didn't know them! All of them were innocents! I watched thousands die!"

"Dray. L-let us stop. There's no use going on and on. We've both suffered a no ugh, I don't- I don't want to lose you either, Draco..."

"I'm sorry," Julian whispered. He could see Harry crying. He had hurt the one who supported him the most the past year. Useless. He hurt Harry. He was really going to be the next Dark Lord Luke Harry visioned if he continued being like this.

"We can fix this — together. I'll help you. I promised. We'll get past this, we'll be happy. You and I'll be safe and sound, I will protect you. We're going to make this last forever," Harry put up a hand when Julian was going to speak. "Don't tell me it's impossible, Dray, we'll do this together."

"Why? Why would you- why, Harry, are you helping me?" Julian sobbed. He ruined the moment and done countless horrible shit, been in Azkaban for Merlin knows how long for all the shit he's been through and done, watched even. Why was Harry still so nice to Julian? To Draco? Harry, the bloody Survivor and Savior. The Real Gryffindor. A brave humble man.

"Because, Dray...-co, Julian... I love you. I want to be in your life. Let me in, don't keep pushing me away. I live you. I want you. To help you, be with you. Help you live your life. Let me..." Harry reached out a hand. Julian stared at the outstretched hand, tearing up again. Julian placed his own hand on Harry's palm. Trusting and believing Harry, his Harry.

Slowly and steady, they will finally be happy — together, safe alas.