Breaking Reality (Draco x Harry)

She Admired Him

Harry Potter had never been normal. At the age of one he faced the most powerful dark wizard - ever. The evil Voldemort... He'd lived. The killing curse deflected due to a strong magical force from his mother. Yet also, on that same fateful day, everything he'd ever known was gone. Gone, leaving only a scar burnt his forehead and his awful aunt and her family as a painful reminder of what he could of had. He managed the same impossible task of defeating this man year after year - excluding third year, as he (Voldemort) was too weak. Harry had died ​at his hands. But he came back and killed him like a hero- But that was history. He'd gone from the boy who lived to the chosen one and finally to Harry Potter; A legend who did not need a title. Just Harry Potter.

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"Sweetie? Did you sleep okay?" What a stupid question. He wouldn't be okay would he?! Harry slumped at his desk, doing his tie. Ginny hovered by his side. She always did that, he wasn't sure why, he wasn't a toddler who showed "difficulties with controlling behaviour" - how the nursery leaders had described James Sirius as. Though his mother begged to differ with how they portrayed her little angel to act. Their two sons stood by her side, blinking up at him as his wife wrapped her arms around them. He loved them all, but his thoughts were full of doubt. His doubt lead too far back. But he was a grown man now. He had to stop looking back into the past and look to his future. A future with his wife and children. The future that was unwinding before his very eyes. He had to look forwards. Rather than back to when he was eleven. But his guilt and curiosity engulfed his soul and will; he could no longer look forward. Ever inch of his being screamed to him. An internal war raged on within as his soul battled his brain with theories as the past tugged at his heart and messed with his mind.

What if? What if it had been as his dreams changed it to? What if? ​​

​"I'm fine.."

​Harry didn't really believe himself. But still, he pulled his bed-headed hair and sleep filled eyes to the call of day and the wining of others. The dream's fragments mixed with his reality's to the point that his hair could have been part of his imagination. Or even his own existence. Harry's mind was quite honestly a scary place.

​"My name is Draco Malfoy"

"I'm fine, really." Harry swept his thick, dark hair revealing his emerald green eyes. His smile was forced as he tried to clear his mind. James Sirius, as usual, hid behind his mother, chewing his finger, a typical three year old boy. Harry rolled his sleeves slightly, showing half his forearm as he huffed, blowing the stray hair from his face. His hair flicked, suit trousers scruffy (something that just happened that he never really did on purpose) and well.... Harry like. He stood with a sigh. It had been the same routine every Saturday morning for the last year at the least. Everyone else was ready to leave except him. Looking like a sulky teen, he let his mind run wild whilst he walked. Looking at the floorboards, masking his face perfectly on the seemingly lonesome walk down the stairs.

​The floor was nothing exciting, just polished planks of wood stretching out in front of him. His feet squeaking and focus blurring out of suitability. His life just nothing. The images, dreams and realizations were taking over, reducing his life to a measly piece of scrap. As wonder and such of the liking swallowed him whole his remaining sanity asked him questions, "Was it worth being miserable and faking smiles to the people that mean the most?" No. It wasn't. It was worth nothing. He'd be a living legend one second, a dead one the next. he couldn't go back, it couldn't be changed. But he couldn't pretend everything was fine for the next so many years, he just couldn't; It was tearing his soul into tiny shreds by the day. Soon there would be nothing left, he would just be a walking shell; emotionless.