When Love Hurts | Dramione - COMPLETED

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Harry's POV 

After dropping all those bombs on Harry, Hermione and Draco went upstairs.

Like, hey, you're parents are supposed to be dead; and also, we're all going to die soon, good night!

Harry sat curled up on the couch.

Could he give up his parents, his chance at this happy ending for the greater good?

Could he really do that? Be that selfless?

But according to Draco, the world was going to end anyways. 

If he was going to die anyways, shouldn't he enjoy the time he had with his parents? 

But James and Lily had already fought a war on the good side. They would tell him to do what was right. 

Wasn't trying at least better than dying? 

But if he did succeed, Harry would go to that miserable life that Hermione and Draco had shown him. 

He didn't want that. 

How selfish could he be, to put his longings above everyone else in the world?

Harry groaned, hitting his head against the couch armrest. 

And then there was Draco and Hermione. 

He knew that they were the same age as him, and technically, they were, but their minds were so much older. 

They had gone through the same... war his parents had gone through. 

Harry felt a sudden resentment against the Ministry. His parents had fought for their freedom; and no one gave a flying Merlin's shoe about it. 

Because they didn't know. 

His parents had risked their lives to help Muggles, and the Ministry was still trying to kill them. 

How were people deceived so easily? Why couldn't they stop it?

He wasn't blind. He knew Draco and Hermione tried looking to him for advice because they believed that 'The Boy Who Lived' was there inside him. 

But it wasn't. 

They needed to accept that Harry Potter was just that; Harry Potter, and not some miraculous baby that defeated an evil force, and could do it again. 

And even when he tried to convince himself of that, Harry couldn't do it. He wanted to feel important; to feel like he could actually help save the world. 

When Hermione had told him he hadn't needed to come for the Ministry mission, Harry felt horrible. 

He was disgusted with himself for feeling a certain amount of relief. 

As soon was Hermione and Draco had started to come clean to him about their flashbacks and special talents, Harry immediately felt small. 

It was enough that they were already so much better at everything else than him; then they had to reveal they saved the world on a daily basis and could change into animals. 

So Harry had started to practice. 

Always in secret, and in the night. 

In the few weeks he had been practicing, there had been considerable improvement in his wand-work, but even more hiccups in everything else.

Harry knew he couldn't get it all right. But he wanted to. Merlin, how he wanted to. 

He couldn't let his friends run off into danger, like the Ministry. But when he was obviously a liability, how could he impose himself onto them?

Harry, feeling restless, got up. He grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and headed to the Room Of Requirement. 

He had happened by it one time when he was avoiding Ron, and Draco and Hermione thought he was with him.

If Harry was going to be completely honest, he only liked Ron because of how the ginger took his mind of other things. 

Ron had a way of scoffing at everything serious and turning it into fun. 

And while that might've been fun for the past years, when nothing really mattered, Harry knew it couldn't be this way now. 

He had originally called the Room Of Requirement the 'Anything You Want It To Be' Room, but after viewing Hermione's memories, he realized what it really was. 

Now, he slipped out of the common room, taking care to tread lightly on his way to the seventh floor. 

"I want a safe place to practice," he murmured softly, pacing in front of the door.

A mahogany door shimmered to life in front of hie eyes. 

Harry grasped the doorknob and entered, still in as much shock as he was when he had first come to it. 

A few dummies were in the corner, and Harry immediately set to work. 

"Expelliarmus," he chanted, already breathing hard. 

"Protego!" He blocked a piece of debris that was falling towards him as an affect of an earlier curse. 

A slight rattling shocked him out of his haze. 

Harry approached the shaking cabinet cautiously. 

"Alohomora," he muttered, causing the lock to pop open. 

Harry nudged the door open. 

What burst out was more terrifying that anything Harry had ever seen. 

It was one thing to experience this through Hermione's memories; it was another to actually do it. 

A hooded, black dementor was staring at him unblinkingly. 

Harry's hand shook, nearly causing him to drop his wand. 

The dementor started to glide towards him. 

"No," Harry protested weakly. "No!"

The dementor leered at him. 

It started to lower it's hood. 

Think happy thoughts, Harry furiously reminded himself, remembering what the past self had told Hermione. 

"Patronum!" He tried to say, forgetting the rest of the spell. 

Expecto Patronum, not Patronum!

"Expecto Patronum!" He cried out desperately. The dementor halted for a second, staring contemptuously down at the white spark. 

Then it moved forward. 

Each tiny spark Harry produced seemed to make the dementor halt, but only a full-fledged Patronus would actually chase him away. 

The dementor's hood was nearly lowered by now, and Harry was cornered. 

"Expecto - " Harry nearly sobbed in despair. "Expecto - "

The dementor's hood was down. 

But at the same time, a flash of blinding memories rushed through his head, so clear that Harry regained his senses. 

And it was his memories. Not Harry Potter's memories, but the Boy Who Lived memories. 

Because The Boy Who Lived was still him - maybe not the same person Harry knew, but still one version of him; something he could've become. 

And with that clarity, Harry experienced a rush of happiness; not the fake kind that Umbridge tried to pretend was there; real happiness. 

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry roared. 

The dementor disappeared in a poof. 

There was no sound. 

Harry tried to stagger forward, but he couldn't.

The Boy Who Lived passed out. 

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