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It was a hard lesson to learn. For so long, I had forgotten Him and where my true roots lie. But He trained me again. He made me worthy of His Mark again. And now I am made anew in His image and my direction is back, direction that you could have never offered me. I return to the life of a lapdog.````And I know now that I must be free of you to continue my life as it was laid out to be, as I’ve always known it would unfold. It’s funny, in retrospect, that I thought stature would bring an end to pain. It hasn’t.````It was only you that did it. It’s only ever been you.``(angsty DM/HP one-shot)

It's Harry's Seventh year at Hogwarts and tensions - and hormones - are running high. Harry and Draco are pitted against each other for a place in a professional Quidditch team and a scare with a love potion results in complications in the bad boy/hero relationship. Violence, drugs, incest, angst, Shoggoth's Old Peculiar, Voldemort, and the death of Trevor the toad are all elements in this awful, awful fic.

"Sometimes, late at night, hed whisper a name. Not your name, of course, but you close your eyes and hold him tight and in that moment, in the dark, you can pretend that your life isn't the pathetic shambles it really is..."