|H/D - AU - Post-Hogwarts "Drow Chapter 1"
||[Jul. 15th, 2005|10:40 am]
|||||REM - Losing My Religion||]|
Title: Drow - Chapter 1
Spoilers: Only up to OOTP (the rest of the chapters will not contain any HBP spoilers)
Rating: PG for now
Pairings: eventually Harry/Draco, implied Ron/Hermione and Snape/Lupin
A/N #1: Inspired by this beautiful image of ‘Draco the Drow’ drawn by the wonderful cocohufflepuffs (scroll down to the end of the entry for the screencap).
A/N #2: This chapter was also inspired by the ADWT, run by jamie2109 and nocturnali from several weeks ago where the prompt was “Handle With Care”.
Summary: The war was winding down. In fact, as far as Harry was concerned it was over. He had done his duty, the side of the light prevailed, and now he was comfortably settling into his new life, on a plot of land in the countryside.
A large wooden crate was waiting for Harry on his front doorstep. There was no address, no indication where it came from or who it was for, nothing except for the words “handle with care” written across the top. There were several small holes scattered along the surface and a faint, unpleasant odour emanating from within.
Thinking it was a Weasley prank, or a new pet from Hagrid, Harry decided to open the package in the yard, away from his house. Carefully levitating it to a small field, he cast a shield around the box, then waved it open. Inside, curled up in a foetal position, was a dark skinned drow, his pointy ears covered in scabs and dried blood, his silver hair matted with dirt. The elf was soiled, very likely starving and dehydrated, and unconscious.
Harry wondered how long the drow had been in the cramped space as he quickly cast several cleaning spells. He lifted the shield and momentarily watched the weak rise and fall of the dark elf’s chest. Slowly, he knelt down and turned the figure over. He took in the pointy, aristocratic features, until recognition dawned.
Or at least Draco Malfoy if he was a drow and no longer human. Harry laughed at his own foolishness as he levitated the body to his guest room.
While bathing and tending to the wounded drow, Harry once again examined the face that looked like Draco Malfoy. The skin was definitely not milky white, and the chin and ears were much pointier. But the hands and cheekbones were identical to the Malfoy he last saw almost 5 years before.
They were still students, in their 6th year, and most of the school was in the Great Hall for breakfast. Malfoy had been acting strange since school had begun, and students had reported seeing his eyes glow red; all the first years thought he was a vampire. Harry noticed that the Slytherin no longer picked on anyone. In fact, he didn’t seem to speak anymore, even in class.
That morning, as the post was arriving, the Malfoy eagle-owl came bearing a small trinket dangling from its beak. Malfoy caught Harry’s eye, the ice cold expression changing briefly, then he quickly looked at Snape, before snatching the trinket and portkeying. He hadn’t been seen or heard from since.
There were whispers from time to time, and he occasionally overheard Severus discussing Malfoy’s whereabouts with Remus Lupin. But nothing ever came of it, and Harry hadn’t exactly mourned the loss of the prat.
He ran a damp sponge over the malnourished chest, the ribs painfully visible, bruises just barely healed. The young elf’s body was otherwise unmarked, although Harry thought he could see a faint shimmer of something whenever a drop of water would run over the left hip.
When the drow was cleaned-up and settled in bed, Harry considered his options. He thought about floo-calling Ron and Hermione, or even Ginny who was training to be a medi-witch. In the end he settled on owling Severus.
“Where is he?” Snape tore through the house, startling Harry out of his reading. Remus followed and just shrugged at Harry.
The three men made their way to the spare room, where the dark elf was resting between soft cotton sheets. Harry recounted the events to the two former professors, while Severus examined the unconscious body and forced some potions through the dark lips.
The drow jerked upwards, inhaled sharply as if he had been drowning, and then his eyes opened, wide and fearful. Mercury grey eyes. Not the typical colour for a dark elf. Exact for a Malfoy.