Oct 23, 2021
to tempt fate
100 words | written for @hp-fearfest‘s day 22 prompt: premonitions | thank you my darling @moonstruckwytch for the beta and the toast :) | cw: mcd
The Seer doesn’t mince words. Harry will die. And soon.
She offers no other details.
Draco’s visions begin soon after — not those of prophecy, but of fear. Harry, bleeding out after an Auror mission. Harry, trampled by a hippogriff. Harry, choking on a bite of toast at breakfast.
He sees it every time he closes his eyes: Harry, dying. Harry, dead. Eventually, Draco can’t take it anymore — he just knows that it has to end.
It isn’t until he pries his fingers from Harry’s cold throat that he finally understands: it was out of his hands from the very beginning.
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