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Sometimes, The Cure Comes Too late.

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« Plus rien ne comptait pour lui. Tout était vide. »

Harry Potter est brisé, jour après jour, il se laisse glisser dans une profonde dépression. Ses souvenirs le hantent, il ne mange plus et ne dort plus. Ron et Hermione sont démunis, et ne savent plus quoi faire pour l'aider.

Harry parviendra-t-il à revenir à la surface ? Ou se laissera-t-il submerger par le poids de sa douleur ? Et si les apparences étaient illusoires, révélant que certaines personnes pourraient être bien différentes de ce qu'il imaginait ?

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L'histoire se déroule pendant la 6ème année d'Harry

Drarry 🌈

Dark/death fic

TW :  Automutilation, pensées suicidaires, mention de suicide, mort, violences sexuels (scènes plus ou moins explicites de viol), lemons, dépression, maltraitances, troubles alimentaires, troubles du sommeil.


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