Sacrificialter

Harry lifted his shoulders. “I can’t think this year.”

“I can tell you what they’re certainly all thinking about.”

“I don’t care,” Harry said. Then as his shoulders relaxed, he went on, a bit more loudly. “I don’t care.”

“Did you also hit your head?” There was no other explanation for this outburst. Draco might not have been thinking straight, and he might have sustained a brain injury, but he remembered that much. 

“I haven’t exactly been subtle.”

“And the next step is opening up to the entire school?”

@into-the-midst

Preview:

“He wants to know the prophecy.”

Potter actually snorted. “Of course he does. Your father couldn’t get it, so he sends you after it.”

“I take it that’s what Father was sent to the Ministry for,” Draco said, supplying the missing piece of the earlier topic.

“Only Voldemort or I could retrieve it,” Potter said. “Voldemort showed up later and had to reveal himself anyway. It would have been so much simpler for him to just go get it himself.”

“There were so many rumors about whether the prophecy existed,” Draco said.

“It does. But you’ll have to break the bad news to him.”

Draco rolled his head to the side, meeting Potter’s gaze straight on. “What?”

“It’s nonsense. He won’t gain anything by knowing it.”

“That can’t be true.”

“It is. The prophecy describes what’s essentially me: the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches, born as the seventh month dies, to parents who have thrice defied him. The dark lord will mark him as an equal.” There, Potter paused to tap the scar on his forehead, revealed by the wind sweeping his hair away. “That’s all there is to it. Run along and tell him. It doesn’t matter.”

Getting the prophecy couldn’t have been that simple. Draco didn’t know if he could believe him, but then again, Potter had approached under the guise of honesty.

Was it a guise? Potter had admitted to the visions when he clearly hadn’t wanted to.

“If that’s the prophecy, why would you tell me?” Draco asked. “Why give him what he wants?”

Welp, it’s the drarry time of year again. Like clockwork, drarry returns to me once it gets cold.

BAKUGONE

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