All I've ever wanted (another Drarry fanfiction)
written by Elijah Malfoy
After the first wizarding war, All of the Death Eaters and everyone who helped Voldemort was sentenced to a life in Azkaban. One of these Death Eaters was Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy. His mother had died during the wizarding war and Draco was left with his father for the rest of the war. After all the death eaters were taken to Azkaban Their children were sent to orphanages. Draco met harry one day and they instantly became friends. Now They are both at Hogwarts and discovering who they truly are, and what they've always wanted. Each other. **IN PROGRESS**
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
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2,853
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
~Harry's POV~
My heart was pounding. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like my throat was full of cotton. My face was red and felt like it was burning. He noticed this and slowly inched towards me. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. He was all that I wanted, but I was scared. Scared of what people would think. Scared of the judgement. Scared of this. This very moment was all that I wanted for years. Years. But now that it has come, I'm not ready. I can’t do this. I feel like throwing up. Not because he is ugly. He is the most perfect human being possible. I felt like throwing up because my nerves were getting the best of me like they always do. By now he was about a foot and a half away from me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I turned around and threw up. He was shocked. He rushed closer to me and kneeled by me while I was throwing up. He grabbed my hand and I was too busy throwing up to notice or care. I needed the comfort and support anyway. Once I finished, I was very dizzy. He picked me up and carried me to the infirmary. Again, my mind was to full of other things to care. I leaned into him. I heard his heartbeat. It was fast. Just as fast as mine. I shifted my eyes up. And saw that he was looking down at me the way someone would look at a sick infant. With adoration and concern. Our eyes met for just a moment and he looked back up. His face was turning very red very fast. I closed my eyes and smiled. I eventually fell asleep in his arms.
I suppose it would make more sense to start the story at the beginning. Well, I’m Harry James Potter, son of Lilly and James Potter. You may have read stories about me. About my parents dying at the hands of Lord Voldemort, and me, little 1 year old Harry surviving the attack and coming out with no injuries other than a scar. Well those stories are all fake. My parents never died. And Lord Voldemort was killed for good during the first wizarding war, as was most other dark magic(or so we thought, but we'll get to that later). All of the Death Eaters were sentenced to a life in Azkaban. Their children were put in foster families. Draco Malfoy was put in the orphanage a few blocks from my house. We met when we were little, and we’ve been best friends ever since. Fast forward, and we are both 10 now, awaiting our Hogwarts letters. They usually come the day of or the day after our 11th birthday, and both of us have a birthday next week. I couldn’t wait for my Hogwarts letter.
My heart was pounding. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like my throat was full of cotton. My face was red and felt like it was burning. He noticed this and slowly inched towards me. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. He was all that I wanted, but I was scared. Scared of what people would think. Scared of the judgement. Scared of this. This very moment was all that I wanted for years. Years. But now that it has come, I'm not ready. I can’t do this. I feel like throwing up. Not because he is ugly. He is the most perfect human being possible. I felt like throwing up because my nerves were getting the best of me like they always do. By now he was about a foot and a half away from me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I turned around and threw up. He was shocked. He rushed closer to me and kneeled by me while I was throwing up. He grabbed my hand and I was too busy throwing up to notice or care. I needed the comfort and support anyway. Once I finished, I was very dizzy. He picked me up and carried me to the infirmary. Again, my mind was to full of other things to care. I leaned into him. I heard his heartbeat. It was fast. Just as fast as mine. I shifted my eyes up. And saw that he was looking down at me the way someone would look at a sick infant. With adoration and concern. Our eyes met for just a moment and he looked back up. His face was turning very red very fast. I closed my eyes and smiled. I eventually fell asleep in his arms.
I suppose it would make more sense to start the story at the beginning. Well, I’m Harry James Potter, son of Lilly and James Potter. You may have read stories about me. About my parents dying at the hands of Lord Voldemort, and me, little 1 year old Harry surviving the attack and coming out with no injuries other than a scar. Well those stories are all fake. My parents never died. And Lord Voldemort was killed for good during the first wizarding war, as was most other dark magic(or so we thought, but we'll get to that later). All of the Death Eaters were sentenced to a life in Azkaban. Their children were put in foster families. Draco Malfoy was put in the orphanage a few blocks from my house. We met when we were little, and we’ve been best friends ever since. Fast forward, and we are both 10 now, awaiting our Hogwarts letters. They usually come the day of or the day after our 11th birthday, and both of us have a birthday next week. I couldn’t wait for my Hogwarts letter.
