Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Infertility (WIP)

The Memories in the Walls

AN: Credit to Logan Paul for his Apology video script 

Plz don't copystrike us

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   Harry walked out the -- conveniently -- open door in the basement where he had been held prisoner. The map guided him down a dark and dank hallway lit only by magical torches. It was very, very scary; he was afraid a monster would jump out at him at any moment. He was racked with fear, but also something else... Nostalgia. The hallways reminded him of the dungeons of Hogwarts: where he would meet up with Malfoy for their wand fights all those years ago. The walls were always sensually damp with lake water an-- 

No. He cursed himself for thinking of Malfoy so much. It's not as if he hadn't had wand fights with anyone else. Ah, but the ones with Malfoy were always the best. The ones with Voldemort were always too short, as were the ones with everyone else (Harry was too advanced of a wizard for them). H*CK. There he went again, thinking about Malfoy again. It was such a betrayal to his very faithful wife!

Harry was so busy thinking about wand fights and proceeding to slap himself for thinking about wand fights that he didn't realize he had run into a wall.

"Ah, h*ck..." Harry brought his hand to his forehead and felt a stream of thick, warm liquid. Hoping it was hot fudge, he eagerly brought his fingers to his lips. As soon as the metallic tang hit his tongue, Harry was repulsed and spit it out. "It's never hot fudge," he whined. But as Harry came to a realization, he was excited once again. Maybe he had caused another lighting bolt scar! Maybe he would be The Boy Who Lived TWICE: surviving Voldemort once and surviving Stone Wall the second time around. 

   Harry was gleefully and proudly smiling to himself until he realized he was way off track. "H*CK! H*CK ST*PID DRACO H*CKING MALFOY AND OUR FRE*AKING BL*ODY GREAT WAND FIGHTS! H*CK THAT DOCTOR AND MY NEED TO POISON H*CKING MALFOY WITH THAT BL*ODY MILK! UGHHHHHHHHHHHH! H*CK MY LIFE! (I love my faithful wife.)" And with that, a wall on Harry's right slid open to reveal a new passageway. The path on his map readjusted and went straight through the new archway. A ding  sounded, "Correct password." Harry's smile returned, "I'm a fre*king genuis! I should go on Genius to explain the lyrics to my soul because they're genius! I am so happy right now (as you can tell because I just told you)! I could jump for joy! I could even forgive... Malfoy."

   That stopped Harry in his tracks. Did he even want to go through with this? Harry thought back to all those good times with Malfoy and that fateful day when their relationship had crumbled:

   Harry had been stalking around on the Hogwarts grounds a few weeks after beginning to date Ginny. He was picking flowers -- although he couldn't find any in the carpet of the hallways -- when Draco had come up behind him and cleared his throat.

   After a long and uncomfortable minute where Draco forcefully forced Harry to clear his throat, Draco cleared his own and began -- only to be cut off by Harry. 

   "Are you here for another... fight, Draco? Because I know I'm with Ginny now bu--"

   "Harry... Harry, it's been fun. It really has. But I am a man of honor, I heard you're with that Weasley now so I'm here to--" Draco got choked up, "To end this. I can see how happy you are with her, I know you'll get married and have plenty of kids TOGETHER. So... this is the end, Harry... it's the end... I'll see you around."

   Harry was dumbstruck. "What...?" But Draco was already running out the the hallway and back to his common room (neither of them were supposed to be here, really, seeing as it was midnight). Draco had ripped his heart out and taken it with him. All Harry  could do was sit there in the darkness of Hogwarts until Filch found him and dragged him back to the Gryffindor common room.