Ameliorate
Oct. 17th, 2003 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amfiguree[Harry Potter] [Harry/Ron] [G]
Ameliorate
Harry sighed.
Life was so difficult sometimes.
School, stupid girls hanging around him, teachers always on his back, Draco never leaving him alone… the life of a school hero - such a sad and lonely one.
Even Hermione, one of his best friends, could not understand. To her, everything was black and white. In some perverse way, Draco understood Harry better than Hermione ever would or could.
Both boys had been brought up in loveless homes, both were facing intense pressure at school, for different reasons, perhaps, but pressure nonetheless; both were constantly surrounded by adoring fans and idiotic worshippers…
But Draco had the one option Harry swore never to touch.
The darkness.
Evil.
The easy way out.
And it was nights like these, when the wind kissed his cheek and teased his hair, and the stars shone brightly in the distance as he looked out of the window, that Harry felt the dark corners of his heart long to jump up and escape the confines of his house.
It was nights like these that made him feel completely alone.
Nights like these that caused the gnawing in his chest to grow sharper, and the real ease of the dark path tempted him to just reach out and claim what could be his.
It would be so easy.
But then the door would tear open, flaming red hair and freckles would rush to meet him, strong, lean arms would pull him into an easy, comfortable embrace, senseless words would be whispered into his ear, and finally, his grief would lessen somewhat, and his heart would grow lighter with relief and hope.
And then Harry knew, from the bottom of his heart, that although Draco had taken the easy path, and had the ease of something Harry could and would not take, Harry, too, now had something Draco could never own.
Love.
Love that came in the form of red hair, a funny face, cute freckles, beautiful eyes, and a warm, caring heart.
Love that came in the form of Ron Weasley.
And that, Harry decided, would be his easy way out of the loneliness and misery.
Who said darkness was the only way out?
-fin-
Ameliorate
Harry sighed.
Life was so difficult sometimes.
School, stupid girls hanging around him, teachers always on his back, Draco never leaving him alone… the life of a school hero - such a sad and lonely one.
Even Hermione, one of his best friends, could not understand. To her, everything was black and white. In some perverse way, Draco understood Harry better than Hermione ever would or could.
Both boys had been brought up in loveless homes, both were facing intense pressure at school, for different reasons, perhaps, but pressure nonetheless; both were constantly surrounded by adoring fans and idiotic worshippers…
But Draco had the one option Harry swore never to touch.
The darkness.
Evil.
The easy way out.
And it was nights like these, when the wind kissed his cheek and teased his hair, and the stars shone brightly in the distance as he looked out of the window, that Harry felt the dark corners of his heart long to jump up and escape the confines of his house.
It was nights like these that made him feel completely alone.
Nights like these that caused the gnawing in his chest to grow sharper, and the real ease of the dark path tempted him to just reach out and claim what could be his.
It would be so easy.
But then the door would tear open, flaming red hair and freckles would rush to meet him, strong, lean arms would pull him into an easy, comfortable embrace, senseless words would be whispered into his ear, and finally, his grief would lessen somewhat, and his heart would grow lighter with relief and hope.
And then Harry knew, from the bottom of his heart, that although Draco had taken the easy path, and had the ease of something Harry could and would not take, Harry, too, now had something Draco could never own.
Love.
Love that came in the form of red hair, a funny face, cute freckles, beautiful eyes, and a warm, caring heart.
Love that came in the form of Ron Weasley.
And that, Harry decided, would be his easy way out of the loneliness and misery.
Who said darkness was the only way out?
-fin-
