Drarry Oneshots

Flowers

Takes place in eight year, fluff.

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Growing up as a pureblood wizard, I was taught from a young age that certain things were to be valued above all else – power, bloodline, and purity. I lived my life following those beliefs, falling into the dangerous clutches of Lord Voldemort and becoming a Death Eater.

But when the war ended and I was given a chance at redemption, I found myself lost and confused. I was no longer sure of who I was or what I stood for. I was just a broken young man, with a dark mark on my arm that burned and scarred with every reminder of my past, no matter how much I tried to move past it.

I returned to Hogwarts for my eighth year, as the court had deemed me to be manipulated and forced to join the evil side in the past. I was filled with the feelings of shame and guilt. I couldn't bear the thought of showing my mark, so I always kept it hidden under long sleeves or my cloak, no matter how blazing hot it was. But then, one day, something unexpected happened.

Harry Potter and I sorted out a truce between each other. We deemed it was pointless to continue a childish rivalry, and decided to move past it. Eventually we became friends, talking often and spending more and more time together.

Harry, of all people, caught me by surprise when he noticed my tattoo. I expected him to recoil in disgust or pity me, but he did neither. Instead, he took out a pen and, with my consent, started drawing flowers pretty flowers on top of my dark mark. I was shocked and confused, but there was something so gentle and comforting about his touch that I couldn't bring myself to stop him.

As Harry traced his delicate lines over my mark and gently coloured them in, his eyes squinted in concentration, he started speaking. He spoke about how there was also beauty beyond the darkness of this tattoo. I was mesmerized by the way he transformed my mark, this thing I absolutely despised with all of my being, into something beautiful.

Months went by and our relationship grew into more than just being friends, until finally, we graduated from Hogwarts. On Harry's birthday in July, I wanted to surprise him with something special. I had taken my time to find the perfect gift, something that would show him how much he meant to me.

I rolled up my sleeve, revealing my newly tattooed arm. There were now permanent drawings of the flowers he had drawn on my arm, permanently etched onto my skin.

Harry looked up at me, tears in his eyes, and said, "You got them tattooed?" I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of my love and gratitude for him. Harry walked closer to me and wrapped me into a hug, feeling touched by the gesture.

In that moment, I knew that I didn't need to hide my past or my dark mark. Because Harry showed me that even in the darkest of places, there is always beauty to be found. And with him by my side, I had all the strength and courage to face whatever the future held for us.