Want for Nothing by @syrahbat (79k, M)
Tags: Grief, Slow Burn, Auror Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, Angst with a Happy Ending
The windows were open. There was a warm breeze and the sound of trees dancing in the wind outside mingled with the songs of birds. His mind was soft and groggy with Dreamless Sleep as he pushed his face into the silken pillow, remembering he had a body and that it hurt. He couldn’t recall why. He cracked open his eyes, and for a moment he hadn’t a clue where he was, because the walls had been papered over from the dark and dreary faded plum and gold. Now, it was a brushed cream with intricate and painterly trees, full of long branches and wildflowers and ivy and things that grow to be beautiful. The four poster’s drapes were replaced with a light moss green velvet, and the curtains were dancing into the room as they caught the wind. The door clicked, and he rolled over to see Tibs hobbling in with a tray of tea and biscuits and cream, a cheerful look on her face. He couldn’t remember the last time she looked carefree, but maybe he hadn’t been looking very hard. He also couldn’t remember the last time he felt this light. Maybe when he’d been flying with Potter. Maybe when he first saw the sun in his hair. He tried to find the dark feelings again, their path so practised he could walk them blind, but they weren't there. He took a deep breath and let all the air leave his lungs, purging, before inhaling the fresh scent of summer rolling into the room.
This is the kind of beautifully written fic that you don't want to put down, but you took your melatonin and hour ago and your eyelids aren't giving you much of a choice in the matter. There's so much tenderness and love and sadness and joy in this.
rec by @sweatersinthesummer
