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sixty-nine | home

gotta keep u guys sedated cuz i wont have my laptop

~no pov

Harry hadn't gone 'home' to Privet Drive at all since he woke up from his coma. He lived in Draco's room for a few weeks, to the point they started calling it their room. Despite there being an extensive amount of spare rooms, the two boys shared.

Harry wasn't ready to go 'home'. He knew that he'd probably be sent back to the last time he was there and probably have an intense panic attack. What if Vernon wanted him silenced for good and ended his life?

He was scared, though he didn't want to admit it. Not to his therapist, to his friends, and especially not to Draco. Draco was struggling too.

He wanted to break up with Draco to give both of them time to heal, which was the much smarter, much healthier option. Unfortunately, both would crumble without the support of each other. It was mildly unhealthy, but it wasn't at the same time.

"Going home today, right?" Draco asked him in the morning after brushing his teeth.

"Yeah."

"Want me to go with you?"

Harry shook his head. "This is something I need to do alone."

Draco smiled encouragingly. "If you need anything, call Solaris to come get you. If you need me, I'll come with. Just let me know, okay?"

Solaris had become Harry's personal chauffeur too, without Lucius knowing of course. He found out about how mentally fucked both boys were after dropping them off to therapy, and swore to protect them both. Harry almost cried, because, you know, daddy issues.

"Always."

after all this time?

no you dumb prick i showed off my doe patronus for fun

And so, waving goodbye to his supportive boyfriend, he got ready to go home. He wasn't really ready, but when would he ever be? His therapist told him not to rush into things, but he really didn't want to be ill any longer. He wanted to be healed.

And he wanted to go home.

Harry walked with music playing through his wired headphones back to Privet Drive. He was humming along to Creepin' and not paying much attention, up until he got to Privet Drive. The whole street was eerily quiet, as it always was. But in Harry's head, it wasn't.

"Where is that fucking freak?!" Vernon screamed.

Harry was two houses away, but he could still hear his uncle screaming. Something had fallen to the floor, and stuff was being thrown left, right and centre. Petunia walked out the house absentmindedly, as if she knew what was about to happen and didn't care.

"He's here." She laughed and walked off. The loud footsteps running down the stairs to come check meant Harry was fucked.

He was about to turn around when he decided, fuck it, it doesn't matter. He could easily slip past his uncle. He had done it time and time again; why would it be different this time?

"You."

Harry had literally just gotten into the house when a large fist collided with his face. The door hadn't even been shut yet.

"What?!"

"You good-for-nothing, disgusting little fag."

Harry's heart stopped. "What?"