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promises
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Ongoing, First published Mar 31, 2020
For a moment, we were just two boys with nothing to lose, completely and utterly in love.  The world stood before us and we could conquer it.  Hand in hand, fist in fist, nothing could stop us.  A happy ending was guaranteed, our love the only necessary piece of the story.  We could do anything we wanted, be anything we wanted.  Our names meant nothing.  Voldemort meant nothing.  We were the only thing that mattered.

But the night was marred with smoke and blood.  Our faces were dark with dirt and soot and bruises.  The world burned and screamed around us.  Any innocence we had before was gone.  Our childhoods ended there, staring at each other, dishevelled and tear-stained.  Nothing would be the same.  Nothing mattered.  The world was burning down around us, and nothing mattered.
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In their eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy is quietly unraveling. Plagued by crippling depression and anxiety, he battles the weight of his past-his family's betrayal, his role in the war, and the shadows that never seem to fade. Harry Potter, on the other hand, is haunted by the lingering effects of his PTSD, the scars of war still fresh in his mind. Together, they're two broken souls, struggling to function in a world that's moved on without them. When their paths cross once more, a fragile understanding forms between them, each sensing the other's pain. As they grow closer, they find that they might be the only ones who truly understand what the other is going through. Through quiet nights of vulnerability and shared silence, they begin the slow, painful process of healing, learning that sometimes, being broken doesn't mean you can't fix each other. But the road to recovery is never easy, and the shadows of their pasts threaten to tear them apart. Can love be the thing that saves them both? Or will they fall apart before they can ever truly come together?