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The Last of What the World Left You by xanthippe74
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Mar 2021
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If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived. Will the bleak corner of Yorkshire where Potter makes his home be another dead end or an unexpected refuge?
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┆ ︿︿︿︿ Drarry ─ 🐍° ° ° ଓ 🦁
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When I had achieved the transformation for the first time after long months of study, I’d been pleased with what I’d seen in the dingy, spotted mirror of my room: a carrion crow, clever and nimble and utterly unremarkable. The seed of a plan was sown that day, and now it was time to reap it.
As the days went by, I noticed that Potter seemed to have an uncanny connection with animals besides the Thestrals. There were a few ravens who liked to visit and perch atop Potter’s house, and arrived with an unholy racket that never failed to startle me. He rushed outside whenever he heard their croaking and always returned to the house with a pleased look, as if his favourite neighbours had stopped by for a chat.
He had no human visitors. I never saw an owl arrive, nor did Potter seem to have one of his own. There was no fireplace to connect to the Floo Network. The only time he left was to go buy food and supplies, and he locked me out of the house while he was gone.
It was all very strange and vaguely distressing to see him live like this.
This was so intriguing, figuring out just why Harry was living the way he was. And he's a bit of an insensitive jerk at first (which is understandable).
“You really don’t have anywhere else to go, if I tell you to leave.”
He didn’t phrase it as a question, but I shook my head, nonetheless, too humiliated to speak.“Honestly, Malfoy, if it weren’t for the debt I owe your mother, I’m not sure I could bring myself to care.”
Stung by his indifference, I fled to the bathroom and stayed there, huddled on the stone floor, until my body and mind were numb.
But Harry grows and so does Draco.
As I held out some of the bags to him, I noticed the strange look on his face.
“What?”“You were gone so long,” he said.
“I’m sorry. I was looking at the Christmas decorations, and then it took some time to find everything on the list. Merlin help me, why are there twenty different varieties of beans, and in different size tins, too?”
Potter still didn’t budge from the entry, blocking my way.
“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he said quietly. “I thought you took the money and…”
I stared at him, confused at first, then furious that he thought I’d return his kindness with betrayal.
“Look,” he said as I started putting the food away, “I know you can’t be happy stuck here in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do and only me. I thought you’d want to go, if you had the chance to.”
I shoved tins into an open cupboard. “I could have left anytime, Potter. I could go live in the Forbidden Forest right now, if I wanted to. That was my plan before you found me, you know.”
“You were going to live there? Permanently? In your Animagus form?”
“Yes,” I growled. “I was going to become a fucking carrion crow and literally live like an animal, rather than spend one more day in the magical world. I told you what it was like, trying to survive there. Did you really think I was going to take your money and run back at the first opportunity? And since when are you so eager for me to stay, Potter? Don’t you want your blissful, noble solitude back?”
“No, I want you to stay.”
I love the long timeline in this story, and the growth and intimacy that comes with the passing of seasons and the domestic routines they fall into. And watching the walls between them start crumbling.
“No, because I often had to tell my mother that I was sacked again. And we might have to move out of whatever hole we were lodging in again because I couldn’t pay the rent. And then I’d have to watch her skip a meal again so that I’d get enough food in me to be able to go out and look for work the next day.”
“Fucking Christ.” Potter curled forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I would have helped if she’d asked me, you know.”
“She would never ask, Potter. She’d rather—” I had to wait for the choking horror of it to release its grip on my throat. “She’d have rather died. And she did.”
And Harry even ends up taking care of Draco when he's sick ❤️🩹
When I was settled back on the pillows, he reached over slowly and brushed my damp fringe out of my eyes for me. The gentle gesture made me think of my mother nursing me through childhood illnesses. I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my swollen throat.
I caught his hand before he walked away from the bed. It was rough and warm in mine.
“Thank you for keeping me company. And for looking after me.”
“It’s no trouble,” he answered. He met my eyes steadily for a few long seconds before pulling his hand away and turning off the lamp.
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Hermit master of death harry, animagus (crow) draco.
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