Fic Harry Potter : RUST

Pairing : HPDM

I smell rusty. 

And it’s dirty.

Fic Harry Potter : RUST

Pairing : HPDM

I smell rusty.

And it's dirty.

The fishy smell of dirty water stains. The smell of garbage that comes in your body or even the smell of rust—everything is dirty.

The heels of his boots pounded on the black stained cement floor. A puddle of water splashed when he stepped on it with light force. The walls of the building on both sides are getting longer and longer. Every second he tried to reach his destination. Harry saw that the bricks were stretched out and there were invisible arms trying to keep him from tripping.

Harry heard laughter—the rain was pounding non-stop. The leather overcoat flaps with every movement he makes.

--And soon the hem of the coat turned into a black robe. The inside of the hood was Gryffindor red—Harry was running. and was successfully made to stumble

He heard laughter—this time Malfoy walked out. A pale, delighted face looked at Harry's angry and agitated face.

“The stumbling spell succeeded!” That pale guy shouted. “Professor. I caught one person. Potter!”

and short body An ugly figure in a pink dress suddenly appeared. Looks as angry as him

Then Harry heard another laugh enter his voice. Drops of rain hit his face until it hurt. My glasses were fogged up and I couldn't see anything. A red beam of light shone in front. Flickering but still visible

Harry picked up his pace again, but by this time his boots felt extremely heavy.

He could still smell the pungent rust—it looked dirty.

Harry had reached his destination. But it was a turning point—not yet the destination he had hoped for. At that time, it was like he was falling into the abyss. There was a buzzing sound in my head. intermittently intervenes Both walls began to change from brick to plaster. It's still dirty. Lime stains grew in the cracks and rats ran in front of him.

Harry looked ahead. It was overflowing with water falling from the sky.

And he saw the pitch-black cloak—Snape standing with his face raised at him. Turned around ready to leave

“He took Fluffy's foot!” Harry heard himself shout. Snape's eyes only turned to look at him for a split second, and Dolores Jane Umbrijt snorted curiously.

“Do you know?” she asked harshly. Dig your nails into Harry's arm until he frowns. “Who is he?”

Snape answered with just one word: "I don't know."

And walked away—Malfoy followed suit, giving him a mocking look.

Harry accidentally steps on a large rat. He let out a cry of pain and struggled as he fell to the ground. Harry's left elbow slammed hard into the ground. Scraping forward as he fell all over. The water gave off a foul odor and stained clothes.

Pain surges

“I know you did!”

A beam of light shot out from both ends of the wand. His holly wand and Draco's hawthorn wand clashed. The spell hit the mirror and it shattered. Another time it hit the water pipe. A stream of water gushes out.

Water began to pool all over the floor.

Harry continued to cast spells. The owner of the other stick was still at the other end of the bathroom.

Harry looked down and saw Malfoy's ankle moving.

He stepped forward and cast a spell.

“Sectumsempra!”

Everything was scarlet—Harry's shirt was torn. His elbow was scraped, gaping and bleeding. He got up again and continued running. Didn't pay any attention to his own wound at all.

And he heard it again—laughter and a beam of red light.

He picked up his pace. The hollow hole was getting bigger and bigger. Many hands were dragging his legs down. The whispers sounded again.

Another rumbling sound in the air replaced the red light.

“It's finished.”

He opened his mouth and shouted. Roaring like the sound of a wild animal Cursing with a racing heart

“Then remove the spell.”

After a whisper, Harry disappeared. A 'bang' sounded in his ears and he appeared at the end of a dead end alley.

Harry smelled rust—in front of him was a bright red brick wall. He stepped in quickly. My knees almost collapsed and my mouth trembled so hard I couldn't form words.

A luxurious black coat clings to the body because of the rain. Pale blonde hair and a bloodless white face bowed low. Chin close to the collar of a red shirt.

No—that was a white shirt. Harry rushed to apply pressure to the wound in his neck. It had been cut so deeply that blood was gushing out of the mouth. He found his hands shaking. Just like in my head right now there are only screams and prayers.

Because the person in front of him--

Because Draco Malfoy was dying.

“Is it him?”

Harry felt a pain at the base of his hair. He was pulled up until his face was lifted up. He met Malfoy's pale blue eyes as he leaned closer. Staring at him with a terrified face

Harry looked into the other's eyes--and he saw that there was nothing there.

The shepherds were rushing, “Is this Harry Potter?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes to the side. He stood up almost immediately and realized that his voice was soft.

“I'm not sure.”

“Catch him!” a voice shouted from behind. “Follow his footsteps!”

And many more shouting loudly, a loud 'bang' sound, many rounds in a row, loud commanding voices following closely behind. and the footsteps approaching A hand gripped Harry's shoulder. That must have been one of the Aurors accompanying him on this mission. But Harry couldn't take his eyes off Draco's pale face.

Eyes that had only seen sneer and contempt were closing.

"You mustn't sleep—" Harry's voice shook, he was breathing heavily, he didn't know why.

The blood wouldn't stop flowing. He tried to press harder but it was no use. Draco's head fell again. He reached up to cup his face. Try to force eye contact with yourself.

"Malfoy, you mustn't fall asleep!"

The hand on his shoulder squeezed tighter. came a voice that Harry recognized as his own boss. Inserting everything into my head like a curse.

"That's enough, Potter." It was smooth and cold. There was no panic at the sight of a person dying in front of him.

"We need to take him to St. Mungo's," said Harry. He quickly scooped Draco up to his chest and stood up.

But when I turned around It wasn't just the boss who pointed his wand at himself. Harry's eyes widened. I thought about disappearing and running away but couldn't. There were five Demon Aurors casting spells around them.

Draco's blood was staining his shirt. Dyed to become red

“What are you doing?” Harry asked angrily. "Malfoy is going to die. Back off!"

"Put him down, Potter," but the leader snapped back. “Do you understand our mission?—I told you we captured a fugitive Death Eater. So what are you doing here?”

Harry was so angry that his whole body was shaking. But above all, he was also afraid. Both were afraid and nervous every time they saw the open wound on Malfoy's pale neck.

“You said there were decoys!—We have enough men to take just six of them. And you never told me the decoy was a Malfoy!”

Draco's body jerked. Harry tightened his arms.

“And now I will help him—back off, back off!”

But no one moved.

"That can't be done, Potter. You know he's dying, and according to agreement—we can't let anyone know that Malfoy is a member of the Order and the Ministry."

Harry's ears perked up for a moment.

“What?” His arm seemed to have no strength for a moment. “Is that an alliance?”

The boss didn't answer him. Setta looked away. “Try to examine his heart.”

No—Harry said in his heart—that wasn't true. It's impossible. Malfoy isn't a member. The black imprint on his left arm stood out as he saw it. And in the past, the other party had always hindered him. causing Sirius to die Both Nymphadola Neither Lupine nor even Fred-Malfoy were Death Eaters.

But at that time The arm that Harry was using to wrap around his neck and use the ridge of his hand to press against the wound was touched gently. both without strength and so cold that it was frightening

Pale blue eyes stared at him. The blood-filled lips moved slightly. No voice because of damage to the larynx. Those were the words that nearly stabbed Harry to death in one single word.

'Let me go, Potter.'

Harry looked into his eyes, his eyes flickering violently. He couldn't even pronounce the word 'no' clearly. Malfoy used his weak hand to push away. A lot of blood flowed out again.

Why?—Malfoy squirmed. Try to get away from him until you almost fall to the ground. Harry was quick to support him. Confused, he fell to the ground and tried to apply pressure to the wound. But his hand was cut off again.

Why?—Harry looked on in confusion. He looked into Malfoy's eyes and he just noticed.

It's not that there's nothing at all—it's that there's too much of it. Everything was colliding.

The wand was still pointing in every direction. But no one dared to rush in. Malfoy tried to pull away. Push him away as much as you can in a limp manner.

Treat him like he's really disgusting.

"No, Malfoy," he tried to hold onto the other's hand. He found that his own hands were still trembling. “I will take you to get treatment.”

And Harry saw the smile again. It was plastered on his bloodied lips—a sneer that was calling him the stupidest person in the world.

Malfoy didn't believe him.

“Leave him alone, Potter. We have to deal with this case as well.”

Harry smelled rust—and it was dirty.

He looked in again. See both disgust Either anger or even pure disappointment and hopelessness. Malfoy stopped resisting. But that was because he was exhausted. Your eyes are about to close again.

Chief and others They turned their backs. Bow your head and clasp your hands above your belt.

Draco Malfoy is dying.

“No—no, no, no! Don't sleep, Malfoy!” Harry cried, his chest so tight he couldn't breathe. Truly agitated, “Look at me, look at me! Malfoy, look at me!”

Why?—Malfoy looked away. Even the smile had disappeared. Try to hide something from him. He muttered softly and Harry couldn't read his lips.

What are you talking about?—Harry demanded. He held up his face. Try to make eye contact until your faces are almost pressed together.

What are you saying?—He begged—Please.

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Harry heard Malfoy scream 'no'.

“I've done everything. But that guy plays outside the box!” The voice was angry. In front of him was Snape, who had an equally sullen expression on his face. “I'm tired of having to cover up the mess they left behind. What is Dumbledore doing?!”

"We don't know," Snape said softly, looking equally annoyed. “Tell your father about this situation. If you have any news, hurry and tell me.”

“If you don't tell me, I'll know!” the young man said before walking away with a thump.

'Don't read my mind!' Malfoy screamed. 'Get out of here, Potter!'

But Harry couldn't stop. It was the only way to distract Malfoy from his wound. Harry pressed his hand down again. But the blood still wouldn't stop flowing--it didn't even slow down.

Whisper softly to the people around you, “Please, let me take him for treatment.”

But everything was still—no one moved.

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"Contact Grimmoplast." Snape took long steps towards the dungeon. Draco followed and slammed the door behind him.

The young man entered the furnace and leaned on it for a while. before coming out with a face covered in dust Turning to Snape, he said in a stern voice, "He's still there—but what did Potter mean by that?"

“Nothing much—that boy was conveying to me that Sirius Black is being held in Mystery Division—we need to contact Dumbledore. Draco, please send word to your father that Potter has been found.”

“What if that guy goes to the Mystery Division?”

“We can't let Potter go there!—The Demon Lord is looking for someone to give him the orb.”

“—I'll tell Father immediately,” Draco paused. “I have to go there too.”

“Don't go!”

Snape snapped, looking both angry and scared all at once. He strode over and squeezed Draco's shoulders tightly.

“You are here, understand? Just sending news and investigating. That's it—stay here and practice blocking your mind. Do you understand, Draco?”

Draco was silent, his head hung so low that his hair was in his face.

“I understand.”

'Stop it, Potter.'

Harry's arms were tightening. The edges of his eyes were hotter than anything. He held Draco's face close and still called out, "Stay with me."

But the leader's voice came and said, "Say goodbye to him, Potter."

No—Harry screamed.

Leggiment--Leggiment

“Father is in Azkaban. I—must receive the Devil's Mark.” Draco raised the slip to cover his face. Sink down with both knees raised. The surroundings were still like the old dungeon. Snape closed the door tightly and applied another layer of soundproofing.

"He wants me to bring in Death Eaters and have me kill Dumbledore."

Snape closed his eyes and said, "Then you do it."

"what?"

“Do it, kill Albus Dumbledore and bring in the Death Eaters. After that, make the Demon Lord trust the most and bring the news to the Order.”

Draco looked up. Look at Snape's hopeless face, which is no different from his own. His godfather closed his eyes. He placed his hand on a strand of unruly pale blonde hair.

Draco's face was utter despair. But the heated edges of his eyes did not shed any tears.

“The Order of the Order?”

"yes"

"-understand"

Why—Harry's grip was less strong. Malfoy's hands dropped to his sides. The other party looked at him weakly and tried to avoid it.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked, looking equally hopeless. “Why didn't you tell me anything?”

Doing it all, sneaking around and showing off—is this what Malfoy has always done?

Until now too?

“But please—can you live?”

Malfoy's eyes widened. Tears flowed from my eyes. mixed with rainwater

'I do not--'

Leggiment--Leggiment

“What is this?”

All documents were thrown to the floor. The fine leather shoes stomped over and over with an angry expression, even though his face looked worn and dull.

But the person who brought these disgusting documents remained silent.

"Do you want your father to come out of Azkaban?"

Draco's eyes widened. Looking in disbelief

“Do you want your family to still be happy?”

Narcissa raised her hand to her mouth. Crying so hard

"for-"

“Then you have to sign the contract. The only condition is your identity. The Ministry will certify your house as soon as you sign it.”

Draco gripped the hilt of the pen with a trembling hand. He embraced Narcissa, who was unable to put pen to paper. Mother begged in every way that Draco wouldn't have to sign it.

The young boy hesitated.

But then, "Of course, this includes Mister Malfoy's safety as well."

Narcissa immediately screamed. “You disgusting bastards,” she charged furiously. Lack of consciousness even though he realized that he should use his magic wand to curse. She raised both hands and pounded and hit. “You have put my husband in jail. Are you still going to destroy my son!? Get out of here!—get out of my head!”

Draco bit his bottom lip. He could see the eyes sparkle with hope as Narcissa drew her wand—it had been planned.

Draco rushed in. Hug your mother from behind and pull her away.

“Mom—it's okay.”

Narcissa cried loudly, "Draco, no—no—"

Draco smiled, tears flowing from his mother's eyes. “I'm fine.”

Harry smelled rust—and it was dirty.

legigelement Legiclment—he shouted. Staring into Malfoy's eyes, never far away. His pale face was only five centimeters away.

"Malfoy?" he asked, his voice trembling, trying to gently pat the other's face.

Malfoy still looked at him. His lips were still slightly open and the blood had not stopped flowing. It spread all over the ground and melted with the rain.

"Malfoy, talk to me."

legigelement Leggiment—Leggiment

But no, Harry didn't hear Malfoy's answer at all. He didn't understand. Wasn't the other person still looking at him? Even though the face is a bit dull. But Malfoy was still looking at him, wasn't he?

Why?—Harry's eyes were hot. Absolutely do not accept

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Answer me—he cried. Place your forehead against the other person's face. Until now, Malfoy hadn't taken his eyes off him for a moment. And why—and why couldn't Harry hear the other person's voice?

No—not even seeing the memories again.

"Malfoy—Draco, please, stay with me."

The leader's hand squeezed onto his shoulder. Harry didn't turn to look. He barely took his eyes off Malfoy.

“Enough,” the leader's voice was soft. It came through the rain.

Stabbed him to the point of death.

“He is dead.”

Draco Malfoy is dead.

When I asked you

“Why?”

You answer me

“I don’t want to die”.

Talk :

Truly a blurry fic. I would like to write it longer than this. But if we go deeper, it will definitely be a long distance away. During this time, I'm really begging people to marry this couple. I'm still involved in a story that I wrote. Push it and it breaks first //laughs

P.S. If I'm stuck, I apologize.