|Together Forever| Draco x Harry (Drarry) A Harry Potter Fan-fic

Snowy Owl (First Year) C3

I am very, very, sorry I haven't been writing. I literally don't have any motives to write anymore, I do really love writing but it hard for me right now. This story will continue, but it will happen slowly and this story will probably have its up and downs thought it and I'll try my best to make it work. Thanks soo much for everything and hopefully you'll stick to reading my story! 💕💕💕(sorry this chapter is short)

I slowly get up trying not to disturb him, but I had no idea where was. I turn my head to the left and see Potter at the window, then he becomes silent. I walk over to the window from where he was sitting, and I sat down a cross from him. He doesn't make eye contact with me while he pets his owl, which he was probably talking to. He might be wondering like 'Why is he up? Did he hear me say the dark lords name? Why is walking towards me?' Things like that
"Potter? Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yea.." he mumbled.
"Alright" I got up and turned around to my bed and took a step forward before I though I heard crying. It's not Potter, I bet he never cries. But then I turned back around and I proved myself wrong. He is there with his knees up to his chest while he has his arms crossed on top of his legs, with his head down.
"Potter, are you crying" I realized I said it in a nasty tone. I walk towards him once again and I sit next to him. I started to pet his owl.
"You know you have a pretty owl, right?"
"Thanks, I know." He mumbled through his tears. I see his owl look at me, and started to walk towards me. He nudge his head into me like he want to be pet more, I put my hand on his soft white feathers. He is a very, very beautiful owl, I wish it had one now.All I have is an old crow, the family's.
"Do you want to share?" I asked politely this time.
Potter slowly lifted his head and I saw his red face, puffy eyes, from crying. He was still crying-like. "I just realized I was used as a slave back at my so called home. They would make me do everything, while their son did nothing. All he does is eat crap 24/7, like his pity old father." Potter pauses "Once I got my first letter from Hogwarts, they would never let me open them."
"Them?" I ask.

He slightly giggled though his tears. "They sent me over a million letters and shot out of the fireplace and then they were kinda flying in every direction, I guess I missed the deadline."

"Oh shit Potter, I didn't know your life was like this. I thought you lived in fame." The stories that my father told me didn't line up. I felt like Potter was lying to me but he was very emotional.

"Nope. I didn't even know I was a wizard, until Hagrid came to me." Potter explained.

"So, Hagrid saved you from that hell hole." I say as We both laugh.

"It was my birthday, it was best present ever. He gave me a cake, spelt birthday wrong and two minutes later the fat pig was eating my cake." Potter said

"Hagrid gave me a letter and I started to read the letter and my uncle hobbled his fat ass over to me and said 'he can't be going there'. Then that's when Hagrid told me that I have wizard parent, because I had no idea how, why, and who you they were, so then that was explained to me. Hagrid soon took me away from that place, that was my present."
I soon though this over, I felt really bad. Even though my family was part of the murder.  I was becoming a Death Eater, but there's no way I'm telling him.
I pat him on the shoulder. "You've been brave this whole time and I respect that."
I looked at him for a reply and he raised his head. I saw his puppy dog eyes full of tears. They had a nice ocean blue color that took my breath away.
Potter suddenly said. "You know...your way more cooler without your friends, you know that?"
I smirked "Those are the only friends I have. I've been raised with them. If my father finds out I ditched them he,"  I was lying at this point. "...he would be very ashamed about it, because they are like "family". We don't come from a good family, let's just say that."
"Oh, well at least you have one," Potter suddenly spoke. It was silent for a second then I hear him say. "I'm going off to bed, after I let my owl out." He starts to wipe his tears with it Pajama sleeve. He gets up and turns around to the window to unlock it. As I get up I hear him struggling to get it open.
"I think it's glued shut" he says.
"Oh, let me try" I offered. As I try to get a grip on the window I hear a voice that makes me and Harry looking back.
"Hey guys, trying to open up the window?"
"Hermione!" We both gasp. "What are you doing here YOU FILTHY..!" I stoped my self after she shushed me. She walks over to us and pushes me and Harry back. Then she said a spell that I haven't even learned yet.
"Goodnight you two." Oh god, she was pretty. But why was she in the Slytherin corridor especially here in the guys section. She hurried on her way. Me and Potter looked at each other in shock.
"Well I'm Just Gunna go to bed." I say while I back up towards my bed.
"Alright, goodnight"
"Night." Potter says.
I leave my eyes open a bit and I watch him pick up his owl and perched it onto his arm. Then he stuck his arm out the window and it flew away. He closed the window and walked over to the side of his bed.
"Hey, ughh Potter, what what's his name and what type of owl is he?"
"Oh, his name is Hedwig and he's a snowy owl."
"Hmm" I nodded. Then I drifted off to sleep.