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Fanfic: One-Shot: Weihnachten - Fest der Liebe... und Vergebung
Chapter: Christmas - feast of love ... and forgiveness
Huhu and hope you had a happy 1st Advent on Sunday;) (and if not then I wish you a happy 1st December;))
Well, actually I wrote that for a FF competition, but since I sent in another one, I can publish it ...
It may be a bit of an exaggeration and quite unrealistic, but please overlook that v. v "I actually like the FF and of course I also hope that you like it;)
And please leave me a picking point ^ ____ ^
Harry Potter Christmas Festival of Love and Forgiveness
It has now been exactly a year since Lord Voldemort was defeated and the Death Eaters belonging to You-Know-Who were captured and locked up in Azkaban. Among them was Draco Malfoy, who - in spite of everything - had still joined the Dark Lord shortly before his fall. He had - apart from being given the dark mark - nothing wronged and yet he was led away ...
The blonde had been trapped here too long; he had been on the verge of madness long since he was trapped in Azkaban.Probably the hope that one day he would find his way behind the walls of this prison was the only reason why he hadn't completely lost his mind.
Like every day he sat leaning against his cool cell wall and stared blankly when someone opened the door to his cell - he knew too well that attempts to escape only end with a Dementor's kiss; too many times he had seen desperate prisoners trying ...
Draco didn't look around to see who was disturbing his sad and above all lonely existence until someone stepped directly in front of him and took away his view of the dreary gray of the opposite wall. Despite the fact that he was mentally deranged at times, he recognized the troublemaker.
"Potter!" He hissed dangerously, which sounded more like a croak. His voice had become scratchy because he hadn't needed it in so long. At first he had screamed over and over for his parents, allies and the dark lord, but over time he had realized that it did not do him any good ..."You're released, Malfoy," Harry said, ignoring his hostile look.
"What?", Despite the scratchy voice, you could clearly hear the astonishment at this statement.
"You are released from Azkaban, you are ... free," repeated the boy who lived his words and Malfoy slowly got to his feet. With cautious steps, casting a suspicious look at Harry, he went to the cell door and eyed it critically, as if he expected someone to appear behind it at any moment who would dash his hopes for freedom. In that short time he considered all the possibilities that came to mind. One of them was that Harry did this to punish him for all that he had said and done - all of the people he betrayed and hurt - but none of that happened.
He went out and the waking Dementors slipped past him as if he were air. Although he felt how it was getting colder and colder and his (happy) memories suffered from her presence, but they did not attack him.The black-haired man had meanwhile followed him and was now walking past him. Without really knowing why, the blonde followed him to the exit of the prison. Harry Potter reported to the wizard who was doing the paperwork at the exit of Azkaban - further screened from the Dementors. You could really see from the man that he hated his job - but it just had to be done; but when he saw the blonde standing uncertainly behind Harry, he remembered why he had still been able to continue this job. It was a pleasure to see someone who had done nothing "really bad" was allowed to leave ...
After the final formality was done, they left the cold walls of Azkaban behind for good. Outside the building, Draco Malfoy looked back one more time.
"Why did you get me out of there, Potter?" He asked curiously.
"Do you know what day it is today?" Harry didn't respond directly to the blonde's question.The person addressed shook his head in surprise. "No, I don't even know how much time has passed since I was trapped in Azkaban," he said honestly.
They were silent for a while, until suddenly something small white fell from the sky.
"Snow?" Malfoy looked up in disbelief - he remembered it had snowed when he was arrested ...
The little white flake that had sailed down before his eyes was followed by others who danced around them and finally settled on the ground.
"Yes. Today is Christmas, the festival of love ... and forgiveness ..."
Hope you liked it and you write me a commi, then I'll probably think about putting a little short story on ^. ~
Bye² your Anne ^^
Well, actually I wrote that for a FF competition, but since I sent in another one, I can publish it ...
It may be a bit of an exaggeration and quite unrealistic, but please overlook that v. v "I actually like the FF and of course I also hope that you like it;)
And please leave me a picking point ^ ____ ^
Harry Potter Christmas Festival of Love and Forgiveness
It has now been exactly a year since Lord Voldemort was defeated and the Death Eaters belonging to You-Know-Who were captured and locked up in Azkaban. Among them was Draco Malfoy, who - in spite of everything - had still joined the Dark Lord shortly before his fall. He had - apart from being given the dark mark - nothing wronged and yet he was led away ...
The blonde had been trapped here too long; he had been on the verge of madness long since he was trapped in Azkaban.Probably the hope that one day he would find his way behind the walls of this prison was the only reason why he hadn't completely lost his mind.
Like every day he sat leaning against his cool cell wall and stared blankly when someone opened the door to his cell - he knew too well that attempts to escape only end with a Dementor's kiss; too many times he had seen desperate prisoners trying ...
Draco didn't look around to see who was disturbing his sad and above all lonely existence until someone stepped directly in front of him and took away his view of the dreary gray of the opposite wall. Despite the fact that he was mentally deranged at times, he recognized the troublemaker.
"Potter!" He hissed dangerously, which sounded more like a croak. His voice had become scratchy because he hadn't needed it in so long. At first he had screamed over and over for his parents, allies and the dark lord, but over time he had realized that it did not do him any good ..."You're released, Malfoy," Harry said, ignoring his hostile look.
"What?", Despite the scratchy voice, you could clearly hear the astonishment at this statement.
"You are released from Azkaban, you are ... free," repeated the boy who lived his words and Malfoy slowly got to his feet. With cautious steps, casting a suspicious look at Harry, he went to the cell door and eyed it critically, as if he expected someone to appear behind it at any moment who would dash his hopes for freedom. In that short time he considered all the possibilities that came to mind. One of them was that Harry did this to punish him for all that he had said and done - all of the people he betrayed and hurt - but none of that happened.
He went out and the waking Dementors slipped past him as if he were air. Although he felt how it was getting colder and colder and his (happy) memories suffered from her presence, but they did not attack him.The black-haired man had meanwhile followed him and was now walking past him. Without really knowing why, the blonde followed him to the exit of the prison. Harry Potter reported to the wizard who was doing the paperwork at the exit of Azkaban - further screened from the Dementors. You could really see from the man that he hated his job - but it just had to be done; but when he saw the blonde standing uncertainly behind Harry, he remembered why he had still been able to continue this job. It was a pleasure to see someone who had done nothing "really bad" was allowed to leave ...
After the final formality was done, they left the cold walls of Azkaban behind for good. Outside the building, Draco Malfoy looked back one more time.
"Why did you get me out of there, Potter?" He asked curiously.
"Do you know what day it is today?" Harry didn't respond directly to the blonde's question.The person addressed shook his head in surprise. "No, I don't even know how much time has passed since I was trapped in Azkaban," he said honestly.
They were silent for a while, until suddenly something small white fell from the sky.
"Snow?" Malfoy looked up in disbelief - he remembered it had snowed when he was arrested ...
The little white flake that had sailed down before his eyes was followed by others who danced around them and finally settled on the ground.
"Yes. Today is Christmas, the festival of love ... and forgiveness ..."
Hope you liked it and you write me a commi, then I'll probably think about putting a little short story on ^. ~
Bye² your Anne ^^