rurounihime: (loki)
Title: The Road (6/?)
Author: [ profile] rurounihime
Rating: hard R when all is said and done…
Pairing: H/D eventually
Summary: In the midst of a disintegrating war, Harry awaits the arrival of the Order’s last hope.
Warning: violence, character death, spoilers for all seven books. This fic is now AU because of Deathly Hallows. And at the risk of much silliness, I now discover that there are apparently DH spoilers in this story from the beginning. O.o
Disclaimer: The HP characters and most of the spellwork do not belong to me.

A/N: Thank you to April for her fantabulous beta-ing and to Coffee for her constant feedback and encouragement. The other major pairing in this is Blaise/Seamus, but there are minor het pairings as well.

[ profile] lillithium did some stunning artwork of Draco for this chapter. I can't stop staring. It can be found here.

AND jollywhizbee gifted me with a gorgeous picture of Narcissa and Draco: Come My Swete



Previous chapters

Chapter 6: Houses of Our Fathers

On the night of 20th November, 1997, Draco Malfoy arrived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.


Grimmauld Place, 1997

Harry heard the shouts from the dining room and stood slowly. It was too late for this. He picked up his wand, soup forgotten on the table, and stalked to the door, thinking it was Molly, maybe one or both of the twins, or Mundungus Fletcher. But before he even reached the door, Harry knew it wouldn’t matter who he saw having it out in the hallway. He ached all over. The night had been hellish, there were people trying to sleep upstairs, people who had damn well earned the little rest they would be able to get, and this was his house, for fuck’s sake. Remus was attempting to recover from his latest transformation. The thought of how the noise must be affecting the battered man drove a spike of fury through Harry’s head. The doors were already rattling when he reached them, and he would have grabbed them and thrown them open if not for the sudden recognition of a voice that he hadn’t heard in half a year.

Harry froze in place. But the voices escalated, one shouting particularly violent barbs. Harry found his legs and lunged forward, shoving through the double doors.

Dean Thomas stood in the centre of the hallway, his wand arm extended, but it was Katie Bell who was yelling, her face white with rage, at none other than Draco Malfoy. Jack Sloper stood behind him, an ugly look on his face, wand jabbing into Malfoy’s back. Tonks was off to one side, her wide eyes fixed on her cousin as if she could not quite believe what she… No, she was horrified. There was a sorrow on her face that Harry had never seen, not even during her morose periods. Her wand hung useless at her side, but that hardly mattered with the other three wands shoved into Malfoy’s throat and chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Katie screamed, features so twisted Harry barely recognised her. “You’re not leaving this place alive, you murderer!”

In the time it took for Katie to say the words, Harry saw that Malfoy did not have his wand—it was in Dean’s hand—and his cloak was ragged at the edges. He stood with thin hands raised, hair brushed back from his face as if he had tried, but failed, to retain his old habits. It was the expression Malfoy wore that caught Harry, however. The narrow features he remembered so well were hollowed out. Years had carved their way into Malfoy’s face. He held steady, eyes half-closed, but he wasn’t looking at anything. The grey irises were glassy.

Draco Malfoy already looked defeated.

“I ought to break your wand, you filthy piece of—”

“Stop,” Harry snarled.

All of them spun to look at him, except for Malfoy. His reaction was more puzzling. He twitched and blinked, and then raised his eyes slowly to Harry’s. There was surprise there, a sign of life, but it was barely present. Harry frowned. It was as though Malfoy had not actually expected him to be there when he looked up.

“Harry,” Katie said, breathing hard. Her eyes shot fire at Malfoy. “This has just arrived at the door. I’ve no idea how he found the house. He could have led them straight here. We should—”

“They don’t know,” Malfoy murmured, staring past Harry to the wall. Sloper growled.

“Shut it if you know what’s good f—”

“Shut up!” Harry shouted. Again, everyone’s attention fixed upon him. In her corner, Tonks fidgeted but remained silent. Harry turned his attention to Malfoy. “What are you doing here?”

Malfoy looked back out of weary eyes. “Sanctuarium.”

Katie jabbed her wand into his throat. “Say that again and I’ll—”

Harry’d had enough. “You’ll what, Bell? Kill him?”

Katie stared at him. Harry ground his teeth. He whipped back to Malfoy. “Why are you here? What possible reason?”

Malfoy swayed, and Tonks gave a low murmur. Malfoy touched a hand to his forehead. His eyes drifted. “I have something… to ask you. Potter.”

His voice was hoarse. Harry fought the instinctive flinch. This was not the Malfoy he remembered at all. “What is it?”

Malfoy looked around once and then at Harry again. “In private. Please.”

The last word held an edge of desperation. Harry was caught in the wholly unfamiliar glint to Malfoy’s eyes. But the moment shattered suddenly and painfully; Katie’s wand jammed into Malfoy’s throat.

“Think we’re stupid, do you? We’ll let you alone with him, that’s what we’ll do. You’ll just march in here after what you—”

Harry slammed his hand flat on the glass cabinet just outside the doorway. “Katie. If he’s here to get us all killed, how the fuck do you think he got in?”

The entire hallway fell silent, save for heaving breaths. Betrayal warring with almost insurmountable anger on Katie’s face. But Harry was finished with it all. He turned to the others.

“He came in here brandishing his wand, did he? Just walked right up and spelled the door—that door—open?”

Dean’s brow furrowed. He studied Malfoy’s wand for a moment. “No.” He slapped the wand into Harry’s outstretched palm. “Gave it over as soon as he saw us.”

“Wards,” Harry hissed. His anger felt horribly compounded: frustration, exhaustion, exasperation. Annoyance above all, at Dean for letting Katie blow her top as if they were sixth years dueling instead of wielding the power to kill someone with a word. At Tonks for sitting there like a bloody statue the entire time. At Malfoy for thinking he could just walk up to the fucking front door, safe as you please. “Do I have to wake Hermione after her first two hours of sleep in as many days so that you can all be reminded of how these particular wards work?”

As if on cue, a door in the darkness upstairs banged shut. All eyes shot to the stairwell, its top lost in shadows. All except Harry’s and Malfoy’s. Harry stared at the new arrival.

Malfoy stared at nothing.

Katie was still fuming, Harry could see it. But Dean looked mollified enough to keep silent. Harry watched a shudder twist its way through his frame, and was relieved that his old roommate was there.

“Doesn’t explain how he found us.” Jack Sloper, contemptuous. His wand was still out, held firmly in his left hand, and Harry felt ill with irritation. Sloper did not belong behind a wand. He acted like a petulant child too often for Harry’s taste.

“And it does not negate the fact that he could not have found us unless his intentions were peaceful, Sloper.”

Sloper’s wand dropped a touch, but Katie picked up the slack.

“Well then, what is he fucking doing here?” Her fingers twitched, as if calling up inherent magic. Harry felt battered by waves on either side.

He at last allowed himself to study Malfoy, to scrutinise his vacant stare, to take in the robes now on the edge of ruin. He pictured the old sneer pasted onto those bedraggled features, and at last felt cool distance sweep over him. A necklace, curled between gloved hands? A cabinet door, damp with age and squealing open. A shaking wand under acid green and starlight.

He looked Malfoy up and down. “I intend to find out.”

* * *

They followed him into the dining room, but in the end, it was Dean who removed Katie from Malfoy’s vicinity, guiding her up the stairs with a hand on her shoulder. Harry could hear her spitting angry responses to his low tones as they receded into the darkness. He turned from Sloper, not caring for the sullen twist of his features.

“Tonks, has he been checked?”

She nodded, her focus now narrowed on her silent cousin. “He’s barely got the clothes on his back. No tracers. No Portkeys. There’s nothing magical on him except the wand.”

Harry tossed it to her, past Malfoy’s face. Grey eyes flickered briefly to follow its arc. “Spell it. For my magical signature only.”

Tonks fingered the wand and nodded again. Sloper stirred.

“You’re just going to let him in? Like he’s some sort of ally?”

“Get out.”

Sloper glared, but ultimately stalked from the room, whispering something to Tonks as he passed. For her part, the Metamorphmagus remained in the doorway. But her eyes were still clouded with sorrow. “Harry… Can’t let you alone with him. Not without—”

He pushed Malfoy backward and the man fell into a chair, legs sprawled, staring up at him. Tonks’ words died, and in the silence, Harry cast a binding spell on Malfoy’s body. Malfoy didn’t even flinch.


He felt her nod. She shut the door behind her with a sharp scrape. Her last word.

Malfoy was watching him, looking wounded in the flickering light. But Harry cast one spell, then another, checking for magical traces. He took his time, sorting through the conflicting auras—faint, but not unfamiliar. Malfoy. Old magic. Something darker. He’d felt it from Death Eaters before, a frail wisp of a putrid and black thing, not completely cleaned away. The object of his attention did nothing to stop him, nor did he attempt to speak. He simply sat, staring straight ahead, dirty fingers curling around each armrest. There was a weak blush on his cheeks and Harry paused, wondering about shame.

Finally he stood back, and Malfoy dragged his eyes to meet his.

“What do you want?”

The flush deepened, then drained away. Apparently even shame could not be bothered with. “I need your help.”

“Is that so.”

Nothing but a simple nod. Harry was struck all over again by how mussed Malfoy was. His hair was limp, oily, hanging about his face like an afterthought. There was a tremor to his body that had never been there. A slight but steady quiver in the muscles of his hands. Harry leaned over, a foot from Malfoy’s face. “What could I possibly help you with?”

Malfoy’s mouth worked, over and over again. Harry had the weird sense that the other man thought he was talking, that he could hear his own voice even though no sound was coming out. Malfoy swallowed hard, shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “My father.”

Harry waited, but Malfoy’s voice seemed to have failed him again. In the razor silence, thought after thought broke across Harry’s mind: anything concerning Lucius Malfoy was a nauseating slug of anger to his gut. Possibilities rose and fell before him. Malfoy’s frail voice broke through it all.

“I want… I’m asking for your help. To get him out.”

Impossible. Harry blinked, and blinked again. The asymmetry wavered in front of his eyes as though splashed across a banner, and he fought the urge to laugh. He walked away from the chair and leaned against the wall, unable to think clearly. Just supposing… supposing Malfoy was serious? It had to be a joke, Malfoy coming here and saying that. To him.

But looking at the man sagging in the chair, Harry could see that sincerity was all he had left.

“Your father’s been in Azkaban for a year and a half. Why the sudden interest?”

He was unprepared for the flinch that curled through Malfoy’s frame. Malfoy lifted a hand until it hovered at face level. Harry’s heart thudded. He pushed away from the wall and came toward his guest. “Malfoy?”

“My mother’s dead, Potter.”

Four words, spoken so softly they could have been dreamed. But Harry heard the agony interlaced in their syllables.

“How?” he asked softly. Malfoy focussed on the wall in front of him.

“I failed Voldemort.”

In an instant Harry was thrown back to the tower, to the sight of a pale, shaking hand pointing a wand at Dumbledore’s heart.

“Did you…” He fumbled for words, for composure. “Were you there? When your mother—”

It felt blasphemous to ask, to seek a story from this, as though he were reading a book. The look that came into Malfoy’s eyes only made his stomach twist.

“No.” He didn’t offer anything further.

Harry rocked on his heels for a tense moment. The air felt charged with the question waiting on his lips, and somewhere inside, surfacing faster than he thought possible, he knew the answer. “Why do you think I’ll help you?”

It was a struggle to watch; Malfoy’s wan features pinched, growing even whiter. One hand curled so tightly around the wrist of the other that Harry feared his arm would snap. “A few months ago, my… my last year—” Malfoy jerked his head. Took a deep breath.

“Before he died, Dumbledore told me he…” Harry heard Malfoy suck in another breath. He was staring at the floor.

Malfoy had not given himself time to grieve yet. It was all rising behind the barriers he’d put up, threatening to flood over.

“My father—Potter. You’re the saviour of the Wizarding world.” His mouth worked and no further sounds came out. But Harry heard it nonetheless.

So save him.

Harry swallowed, finding it impossible to look at Malfoy any longer. Save him? He was not Lucius Malfoy’s saviour; even the silly fancies of heroic mercy toward his enemies had never included the elder Malfoy. The idea was repugnant. Lucius Malfoy deserved whatever befell him five times over. He deserved to rot in the gloom of that prison, screaming out his fear, begging to be set free.

But there was something even sourer in what Draco Malfoy was not saying. Betrayal lay there, something this man knew more than enough about. He’d stared it in the face and dropped his eyes up on that tower, just before events had rolled out of his control. Did any of them really have control? Or was it an illusion given by leaders who inevitably fell, or threw their followers to the hounds as they rampaged forward?

Lucius Malfoy had always been a Death Eater. But now, apparently, even that had failed him. And it had left him without a side, with only a forgotten, hunted son to speak for him. For the first time, Lucius Malfoy was wholly alone.

“Do you expect me to give your father some sort of sanctuary? Welcome him into the fold?” Harry said coldly. Malfoy lowered his eyes. Shook his head. The faintest of sneers tried to flicker, but faded before it could take hold.

“I never expected that.”

“Do you understand what we would do to him?” At Malfoy’s silence, Harry elaborated, letting years of hatred bleed into his words. “He’d never be brought here. He’d be spelled into senselessness, at the very least. He wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t speak. He wouldn’t breathe unless I allowed it. If anything happened, he’d be killed before anything else.”

“Potter, I am prepared…” Malfoy closed his eyes briefly and inhaled. “I am prepared to offer you anything I can in return. Money. My services. Secrets. I don’t have many, but they are yours if…”

He studied Malfoy’s face silently. The look in his eyes drew him back again and again. Frustrated, Harry looked away, snapping the moment like so much thread. “I’ll take those secrets, no matter how trivial. But there’s something else.”

“Name it.”

“I want full access to every book in your family’s library.”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. His mouth opened, closed. “Done,” was all he said.

“That includes the cursed ones as well.”

This time Malfoy stayed silent. Harry pressed on. “I assume that only someone who owns the books may remove the curses, and I’d guess that much of the time, that will be nearly impossible anyway. But we need those books. You’ll have help, of course.”

“You realise you’re putting your people at risk.”

“Yes. But they’re aware of their jobs. Curse-breaking isn’t a skill we lack.”

Malfoy shook his head. “No, Potter, I…” His shoulders twitched and he looked Harry right in the eye. “You put them at risk by putting them with me.”

“Malfoy, I plan on using Veritaserum liberally on you.”

Malfoy’s face sagged, but his chin did not drop. He nodded. “May I ask a favor?”

“Another one?”

Malfoy turned away. “You ask the questions.”

It was such a broken request, torn from a body that saw what it was being pushed into and could not see a way to avoid it. Harry felt obscenely as if he were violating Malfoy in some way. If it was legitimate, this request to save Lucius Malfoy… Harry suddenly saw what he was to the man in front of him, what that little show in the front hall had accomplished, even as he let the change go by unnoticed. Who he had become to Draco Malfoy in those first few minutes. Perhaps even earlier? Malfoy had come here with this intention, knowing he might not even make it in alive to see Harry. Yet he’d risked it, and by the slightest of chances, it had paid off. Given the choice of who would be privy to his most closely kept secrets, he was choosing Harry again. In his position, Harry would have asked the same: to be questioned only by the one he sought.

“Alright,” he said. Malfoy raised his eyes to his in the silence.

Harry waved his wand once at his side, and it was a long, hushed moment before Malfoy straightened in the chair. He sat poised like a frightened bird, and then slowly got to his feet. His gaze remained wary, fixed on Harry. Harry’s fingers tensed around his wand. He resisted the urge to step back.

“You’ll be confined with spells into one of the rooms of this house, until we can verify what you’ve said, and what you’ll tell us under Veritaserum. If you so much as make a move to leave, or to contact anyone, I’ll let them have you.”

Malfoy nodded. His chin lifted. Harry frowned and studied the arc of Malfoy’s neck. Still so poised; his whole body seemed to be clutching at the stance it remembered, even as it withered.

“The books?”

“I’ll tell you how to get them.” The words were almost directed at the room instead of at Harry. Malfoy’s left arm hung at his side. As if breaking through the surface of a pond, Harry noticed the rigidity of the limb. In all his stilted movements, Malfoy had not moved that hand. Or that arm.

“Why should I trust you?” Harry asked bluntly.

Malfoy cast a glance around the room but didn’t fixate on anything. When he returned to Harry, some spark had died.

“Quite right,” Malfoy muttered. “You shouldn’t.”

He gave a nod and turned for the door, looking wearier than ever. Harry lunged forward and grabbed his left arm. Malfoy hissed and froze. Pain spasmed over his face. He jerked away.

“Malfoy.” Harry stepped closer. Malfoy backed up and Harry raised a hand in placation. He reached for Malfoy’s left sleeve.

“Don’t.” Malfoy pulled out of reach, right hand hovering over his forearm. Harry let his hand drop.

“You haven’t answered it,” he said.

Malfoy let out a choked sound. Pink immediately tinged his cheeks. He cradled his limb. “Potter—”

Pale fingers twitched over black fabric. Then, slowly, hesitantly, Malfoy lifted the edge of his sleeve, casting his forearm into the light.

The Mark seethed against white flesh, its edges red and raised. Harry could see the difference in skin texture: angry blisters, tender bruising. Under the snake’s lapping tongue, the wrist was raw and pink. Harry looked away. “How long has it been hurting?”

Malfoy’s jaw clenched. “A year.”

Harry looked at the nearest wall. The edges of the wallpaper were curling, warped by the damp and bordered in mold. “I’ll take you to your room.” He started for the door and, after a shaky moment, heard Malfoy’s footsteps following.


Chapter 7


This chapter’s music: I have two specific songs I relate to this chapter, one for Lucius and the other for Narcissa. The first is Lucius and Draco’s theme, Wooden Toy Sword by Heather Alexander (lyrics can be found here under the song's title). Narcissa’s theme is Come My Sweet, by the Mediaeval Baebes (lyrics here ). These songs just speak to me of Draco’s parents, and it is with them in my mind that I write of Lucius and Narcissa, and of Draco.

Date: 2007-03-13 07:49 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh, Draco ;__;

Date: 2007-03-15 08:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]

Date: 2007-03-13 08:42 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
just came from lillithium lj. what can I say? a wonderful chapter and a wonderful piece of artwork to go with it. my day couldn't start better! now I can't wait for the next...

in the meanwhile, to answer your question from last time, the icon is a particular I cut from Gustave Moreau Saint Sebastian. you can find the whole thing here:

Date: 2007-03-15 08:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you for the link! That really is an arresting picture. The look on the saint's face is particularly eye-catching. It's rare to see pictures of Saint Sebastian before he is injured...

Thank you so much for leaving me such a nice review! This fic is very important to me and has been for some time, so to hear you say you are enjoying it is a real treat.

Date: 2007-03-13 04:24 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh, wonderful! I've been looking forward to our first H/D interaction. You can already see how Draco has come to see Harry as a symbol of a possible future, and Harry sees Draco as something of a symbol of his own. It's a mutual dependency I've always found rather likely with their characters. A beautiful chapter.

Date: 2007-03-15 08:32 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I love the way you put it, and I think you are exactly right. There's a real symbiosis between them sometimes, as well as a certain connection that they have only to each other. They really are quite similar, aren't they, when you get right down to it?

Date: 2007-03-13 08:04 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I am glad you explained how Draco turned up on Harry's side.

What happened to Narcissa?

Cannot wait for the next chapter!

Date: 2007-03-15 08:34 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
The explanation is not over yet. ^_^ Next chapter involves the Veritaserum Harry spoke of.

Alas, that's all I'm giving you right now! *hugs* But your question about his mother will be answered. Thanks so much for reading.

Date: 2007-03-13 08:21 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Whew, all caught up.

I like this story lots. You've got such a knack for atmosphere, bringing all the senses into play with the oppressive weather and Luna's music and the alley.

I'm particularly grateful to have this latest chapter, and I hope there's room for more flashbacks from this time -- the first collaborations, the bare beginning of something monumental between H and D. I love your Harry here. Smart and sharp, a cold bastard when he needs to be, but ultimately kind.

I have no idea which way the plot's going to turn, and that's such a treat. Cookies to your muse.

Also, I'd never heard Heather Alexander before. What a voice!

Date: 2007-03-15 08:39 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Don't worry; there will be several more flashbacks before I'm through with things. ^_^ I'm so happy you are liking the story, especially this chapter. This one and the one directly following are two of my personal favourites.

Isn't Heather Alexander great? She goes back to the root of voice, in my opinion; something very primal about her style. Her website is here. I came across her by way of a dear friend of mine, and we went to a couple concerts. Very fun! She's got a great personality. ♥

Date: 2007-03-14 04:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh, my Draco! And the interaction between Harry and Draco was just perfect. So thrilled to finally get to see them together :)

Date: 2007-03-15 08:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
This chapter and the one immediately after are two of my personal favourites. I'm SO GLAD you enjoyed this one! *loves* Thank you, dearest.

Date: 2007-03-14 04:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
OMG... poor Draco!!! Draco's dark mark wasn't the only thing sizzling in this chapter. I love Harry's confidence, I love Draco's brokenness. You paint a very compelling picture of how Draco would end up on the same side of the war as Harry. It will be interesting to see the progression of a broken Draco to the man guiding Ginny to Harry. The previously-described contents of Draco's knapsack carry an even greater significance given Narcissa's apparent murder.

Date: 2007-03-15 08:44 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Draco's dark mark wasn't the only thing sizzling in this chapter.

That made me grin so wide. ^___^

Thank you so much for letting me know what you think so far! And you caught the bag-contents bits... Keep paying attention to the stuff in his bag; there are other important things. *hugs*

Date: 2007-03-14 05:01 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I soooo need more! Oh the poor darling!

Date: 2007-03-15 08:44 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
No worries. There will definitely be more. ^__^ *hugs*

Date: 2007-03-14 03:08 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh wow, what a wonderfully riveting chapter. I love Harry in this, and god, Draco is so broken, and Harry still so tuned into him...
Still so poised; his whole body seemed to be clutching at the stance it remembered, even as it withered. - mmmm, lovely. The accompanying art is gorgeous as well, just perfect.

Date: 2007-03-15 08:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you, lovely. Your reviews are always so sweet and heartfelt. I look forward to seeing your lj name pop up in my inbox. ^_^

Date: 2007-03-15 08:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh good! As long as you aren't thinking "aw shit, there is that fucking stalker again..." LOL
My reviews only follow what I read, yk? You consistently hit some sort of angst button that I crave. :p

Date: 2007-03-15 08:58 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Hahaha, to freak me out, you would first have to claim yourself a stalker. And that would just be the beginning. *laughs* I have had several people be much more forward about it.

Date: 2007-03-15 09:51 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Ha! Well, I'll just list myself as an ardent admirer and call it good. I'm too lazy to actually stalk...LOL

Date: 2007-03-17 04:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Yeah, too much work isn't it? I mean, you gotta go mapquest things, and hide in bushes, and buy binoculars... And if you're really into it, you have to move into the person's attic. Just easier to sit around not doing all that. ^_~

Date: 2007-03-14 06:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I so love Draco coming to Harry for help, all dead inside but still hoping that Harry can save him. *happy sigh*

Date: 2007-03-15 08:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Hahaha, yay! Thank you so much! I'm glad you are liking the story so far. ♥

Date: 2007-03-15 12:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I've only been able to sit up for about 5 min today without my head splitting open. I've had this chapter open for a day now waiting to be read LOL. Reading this chapter is what I did with my 5 min =) I love this fic. I can't wait to read more =)

Date: 2007-03-15 08:46 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Eek, are you sick? :( I certainly hope you feel better soon. And I'm glad my story could give you a smile. Thank you for reading!

Date: 2007-03-15 07:20 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)
Just a lurker coming out to say that I absolutely love, love, love this story. I'm a huge fan of your writing, but this - this is epic, and gorgeous, and it's only been six chapters! Love your work. :)

Date: 2007-03-15 08:47 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Hehehe, I love lurkers. ^_~

Thank you for leaving me such a nice review! I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Lots more to come...

Date: 2007-03-15 11:36 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I was reading chapter 5, then clicked the link for chapter 6.

And while typing this I was crying. The feeling of defeat from Draco was so palpable that I felt that I cannot breath.

I love this.

Date: 2007-03-15 08:48 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*HUGS* Thank you for your tears. They mean so very much, in such an understated way. ♥ Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Date: 2007-03-17 03:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"A Year."

You kill me. You really do. Those two words went straight to my heart and murdered it.

Date: 2007-03-17 04:36 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Ah! *revives*

Thank you so much for reading my fic! ♥

fanart for you

Date: 2007-03-17 09:11 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)
Hello, Ru!
I'm not a professional artist, but this chapter and the Narcissa's theme music are really inspiring :) thank you for great fanfiction!

Re: fanart for you

Date: 2007-03-17 04:59 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
WOW. This is gorgeous! I simply must link this up to the story post. ^_^ Thank you so much!

Date: 2007-03-18 04:54 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*sigh* i promised myself, swore up and down, that I would I wouldn't read and get hopelessly attached to yet another WiP but god almighty this fic is far to brilliant to pass up!!!!!!
It's just so very raw and real and oh so beautiful <3

ps a good song to listen to this fic with is Dance Inside by All American Rejects dont know if the lyrics fit anything perfectly but the entire melody is just so fitting in my opinion, slightly dark, angst ridden but hopeful. =]

Date: 2007-03-22 05:55 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Wow! Thank you so much for letting yourself get sucked in! I love your review. So enthusiastic! ^__^ I will try my best to keep my updates regular.

I will definitely check out that song then. *loves* Thank you!

Date: 2007-03-22 06:01 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh, yeah, that's a nice song! I hadn't heard it before. I like AAR's Move Along, and it's nice to hear a new one by them. ^_^

Date: 2007-03-22 01:50 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
ext_2826: girl with mellow smile (Default)
is it pathetic that I checked out the dates you post the Road and hoped that today may be the next day you post another installment.



Date: 2007-03-22 01:55 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Actually? I am planning to post chapter 7 tonight. ^___^ I just need to give it one final once-over.

Date: 2007-03-22 02:00 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
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EEEEEK. You make me beyond happy :) So is there an actual posting schedule you try to maintain or was this all just - blissful - coincidence?

Date: 2007-03-22 05:22 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I try for every nine to ten days. Sometimes it takes longer. It really depends on how my schedule goes. I may have spoken too soon about posting tonight though. It seems as though some of my RL stuff has gotten in the way. But we'll see. ^_^

Date: 2007-03-29 10:48 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]

Malfoy's reactions to Harry made me incredibly sad.

So he sees Harry as his savior? That is precious in unamable ways...very well done. Personally, I am fond of non-linear narratives.

This is gorgeous, exquisite writing.


Date: 2007-03-30 06:13 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I was looking forward to posting this chapter from the beginning. It and the one following it are personal favourites of mine. I like writing interrogative stuff, and of course Harry and Draco just electrify a room, or in this case, a written page. Thank you so much for ANOTHER great review!


Date: 2008-01-11 05:54 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Ho----ly shite me.


(I'm sorry but the H/D interaction is sexy. Even under the nastiest cirumstances... I am depraved.)


Re: *boggle*

Date: 2008-04-01 03:33 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
You know, this particular flashback remains a personal favorite part of The Road for me. I am not exactly sure why, but I think it's Harry. I really think it's him. They just... started talking in this chapter. I'm so happy you liked it! ^__^

The Road ch. 6

Date: 2016-08-20 03:13 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you, thank you, backstory goddess!


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