Hello, 聽說可以貼英文同人，於是我來賣廣告了。中文不好，英文也沒有很好。但中文太難了，所以我寫很簡單的英文，希望會有同好^^
TheFuture You
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Darkness.
Atthe age of five, darkness seemed to be the only companion which Harry had. He
held his knees close and curled himself into a ball, just as he did at many
other nights. He didn’t quite remember what he did this time that angered his
uncle. But the result was always the same, getting yelled at, sometimes beaten
and it was always being shoved back into this dark, tiny cupboard.
Hesniffed and wiped his face with the oversized sleeve. He wondered why no one
loved him.
Because you’re a freak!
Avoice in his head “helpfully” supplied.
Heheld back a sob, shook his head and murmured to himself,
“Iwish s’one would love me…”
Ofcourse, he knew he would get no reply. Silence filled the air as usual. It’s so
quiet that it’s almost deafening. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and started
counting, trying to fall asleep and forget about everything.
Thud!
Heraised his head, startled. It seemed that something heavy had landed onto the
floor in the cupboard.
“Salazar!”a voice exclaimed. “Where the hell is this place?”
Harryheld his breath, didn’t dare move or make any noise. There was someone else in the cupboard with him!
Theshadow in the dark began to shift slowly in the other end of the cupboard,
which wasn’t that far away from Harry though.
“Ouch!”It appeared that the stranger had bumped his head. It was too dark to see what
he looked like. The person’s voice was too low to be a woman, so Harry guessed
he was a guy, who then muttered a word that he hadn’t heard of before.
Something seemed different, but Harry couldn’t tell what it was.
“That’smuch better,” the guy said. “Lumos.”
Suddenly,there was light! Harry covered his mouth with both hands to prevent himself
from gasping or screaming or both. The inside of the cupboard appeared to be
enlarged a lot.
Has the cupboard become the TARDIS?
AsHarry was trying very hard to recall what he could see during those rare times
he got to peek at the TV, he caught a glimpse of the appearance of the
intruder. He had blonde hair, grey eyes, pale skin, a pointed nose and chin,
wearing expensive (but weird)-looking clothes. He was holding a stick and its
tip was glowing.
‘Did I fall asleep so quickly?’ Harrythought, still pretending that he wasn’t there.
Theblonde guy shone the light around for a few moments as he examined the
surroundings. He finally noticed Harry sitting in the corner when the light
fell in his direction.
“Wah!”he yelled, backed away a few inches. “Scared the bloody hell out of me.”
Harryblinked, still didn’t remove his hands from his mouth.
Theman leaned closer and squinted, “Harry?”
Hiseyes widened, too shocked to know that the stranger knew who he was. The man
did something with the wooden stick, looking shocked when he somehow found out
what year it was currently. Then he stared at Harry, appeared to be deep in
thoughts.
Didn’tknow what he should do, Harry decided he would just ask the first question that
came into his mind, “Are you an angel?”
Beforethe angel burst out laughing, he waved the wooden stick and uttered something
like “silence”. “An angel! I should tell Potter about this,” he laughed. “See
what his face would be like.”
“Doyou know my dad?” Harry asked hopefully. “or his family?”
ThenMr Angel stopped laughing and he didn’t look happy anymore, “I’m a wizard and
no, I don’t know your dad.”
Harrydeflated, of course he wouldn’t be able to leave this house, even in his dream.
He went back to bury his head between his knees, holding himself tight.
“Whathappened to you hand?” Mr. Not-Angel asked.
Thenhe remembered why he was shoved into the cupboard this time. He didn’t have
enough strength to hold the pan when he was frying the bacon. He dropped it and
burnt his hand. It hurt so much at the beginning but it would be automatically
healed the next morning. It always did. And he would be called a freak again.
Hestayed silent, even if the intruder was merely a stranger, he still didn’t want
him to think that he was a freak, like other people did.
Harrybegan to tremble, just wanted the stranger to go away and so he could sit alone
in the darkness again.
“Harry?”the stranger asked. “Are you alright?”
Butat least he would call his name properly. His relatives just called him Boy or
Freak.
Whenhe didn’t reply, the stranger asked quietly, “Would you like me to heal your
hand?”
Helooked up, “You would do that for me?”
Theblonde frowned at the question, “Of course I would.”
“Whoare you?”
“Draco.”
“Whydo you know me?”
“Everyoneknows you in our world.”
“Yourworld?” Harry pondered. “What do you mean?”
Dracolet out a sigh, “Now, can I heal your hand first?”
Harryfelt tears welling up, “Are you angry with me?”
Dracomassaged his own left temple, his upper lip twitched a little, “No, I’m not
angry, Harry, if you could kindly let me see your injury.”
Relievedbut still shivering, Harry tentatively held out his hand, which was red and
swollen. Draco winced when he took it, examined it a bit, luckily it wasn’t
blistered and the skin wasn’t charred. Draco waved the wooden stick again and
uttered, “Episkey.”
Hishand was healed within a second!
“It’slike magic!” Harry said in wonder, turning his now perfectly fine hand.
“Itis magic,” Draco told him coolly.
“That’sbrilliant!” Harry exclaimed, looked up at Draco and smiled. “Draco, you’re so
kind. Thank you.”
Dracoblushed, looking as if he had swallowed something very bitter or sour. “Er, of
course I’m brilliant.” Then he tried to change the topic. “By the way, what did
you do before I appeared?”
Harrythought very hard, “I made a wish.”
Afterhearing the answer, Draco crossed his arm and scoffed, “Of course, Great Harry
Potter just made a wish and a miracle just happens. Didn’t even need a…”
“Iwished s’one would love me.”
“…wand,” for some reason, Draco blushed even more this time. “Why the hell would
you do that?”
“DidI do someth’ wrong?” Harry asked in a quiet voice, lowered his head.
Dracoshook his head. He asked again, this time in a softer tone, “I mean, why did
you need to make such a wish? So many people practically worship you, you have no idea…”
“‘cause I’m a freak…” Harry muttered, sobbing quietly. “And I dun deser to be
love.”
“Wait…”Draco didn’t know how he should handle a crying child and he suddenly felt a
surge of anger boiling inside him. “Who told you this kind of…”
ThenHarry curled himself up again, as if he was forbidden to make too much noise
when he was crying.
Dracohesitated for a few seconds, then he moved to sit near the little kid.
Mimicking what his mum would do when he was little, he threw an arm around
Harry and held him close. Harry stiffened but didn’t pull away.
Hehadn’t been held in all of his short life. No even once. He didn’t know how he
should respond. Chancing a glance up, he saw Draco’s troubled but kind
expression. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away Harry’s tears and
snot.
“Listen,Harry, you aren’t a freak. Though I hate to admit it, you’re a great person and
you’re the most powerful and wonderful wizard that I’ve ever met,” he slowly said,
embarrassed, struggling to get the words out. “And, don’t ever say that you
don’t deserve to be loved. If you ask me whom deserves to live a happy life the
most, I want to say it should be me, but the fact is, it should be you.”
“I…”Harry blinked back the tears, didn’t want to make Draco’s handkerchief dirty
further. “Am I really loved?”
“Yes,you are.”
“Doyou?”
“Pardon?”
“Doyou…” It’s a strange question to ask a person whom he had just met an hour ago
but Harry couldn’t help but ask. He looked down at his toes, feeling his cheeks
heating up. “… love me?”
Dracomade a noise which sounded suspiciously like someone being strangled. “E… even
Potter didn’t ask me this question this directly!” he spluttered.
Harryreally wanted to ask who this “Potter” was but too embarrassed to, so he stayed
quiet and went on studying his own toes.
Dracorolled his eyes and admitted defeated, “Fine! Don’t make this face. I do, okay?
Satisfied?”
Harrygasped, looking at him with shiny, hopeful eyes. “You love me more than you
love Dudley?”
“Whothe hell is Dudley?!” Draco spread his hands out, incredulous. “Okay, whatever.
I suppose I do,” he added in a bored tone.
Harrydidn’t say anything for a while, hands fidgeting with the hem of his overlarge
T-shirt.
“Whatdo you want now?” Draco asked, exasperated. “Just spill it. Today I’m feeling
generous. Be grateful.”
“Can…”Harry asked, face turned red as a tomato. “Can you hug me again?”
Apause.
WhenHarry thought he would be rejected, Draco held out his hands, “Come here.”
Hehadn’t hugged anyone before and he was nervous. Very slowly, Harry took a deep
breath and moved a little closer. Then, a little closer.
“Whattook you so long?” annoyed, Draco pulled him into light embrace. “Ah, this is
tiring.”
Dracowas warm and he smelled like fresh herbs. The sound of his heartbeat was so
reassuring. He uttered a word which Harry hadn’t heard of, then yawned, “No
wonder I’m so sleepy. It’s past midnight already.”
Harrystarted to feel drowsy too but he managed to ask, “Who’s Potter?”
“Youare Potter, silly,” he replied, stroking his tangled hair.
“Isthere another Potter?” Harry felt his sense drifting away but he stubbornly
needed to know the answer, so he forced himself to stay awake a little longer.
“Ah,that Potter,” Draco said lazily, yawning again.
Harrywaited, hoping to hear the answer before he fell asleep entirely.
“ThatPotter is the future you.”
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