Title: Golden Daffodils’ Sea
Author/Artist:
LaurisophiPrompt: # 103:
The days after the Battle of Hogwarts are sunny and beautiful, even though it feels like the sky should be falling around Harry. He attends funerals by day and lays awake at night feeling overwhelmed by grief but unable to cry. No open/unhappy ending. A nice balance of h/c, heavy on the comfort would be preferred. A Harry and Ginny friendship is great and I’d love it if she has moved on with someone else. By Serpent-under-the-flower.Pairing(s): Harry/Draco.
Word Count/Art Medium: around 12K words.
Rating: PG-13 / T
Warning(s): Past child/emotional abuse and self-harm. There’s nothing too graphic but it might be triggering.
Disclaimer: No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: A huge thank you to the mods for organizing this year Drizzle Fest, you’ve been helpful, patient and incredible throughout the whole fest. Serpent-under-the-flower thank you for your prompt, I read it and had to write something around it, your prompt was a treat that gave me courage. I hope you like it. DiverTazSC, my dear beta, I can’t thank you enough. Dear lord, you’re fast and you improved the fic so much with your corrections and suggestions. You’re comments are a bless <3 <3.
Summary: Harry returned to Grimmauld and curled alone in Sirius’ bed, the night weighted on him and he choked with fear. A crack inside him had the shape and sound of their portkey disappearing. He didn’t sleep that night, Fred’s funeral fresh in his mind too. The guilt at his lack of tears or emotions the previous day overwhelmed him and kept his eyes opened so he could feel how undeserving of the Weasley’s love he was. The months after the Battle of Hogwarts are sunny and beautiful, even though it feels like the sky should be falling around Harry. He tries to get through grief while fixing Hogwarts, capture some Death Eaters, return to his last year of school and befriend one Draco Malfoy. However, he’ll have to realize grief is not the only thing he has to fight now that he came back from death.
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Golden Daffodils’ Sea)