Introduction

"They still write poems about you, you know?"
He looked at me strangely, "Why?"
I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those."
He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a moment."

- last night, I dreamed of Icarus laughing

Warning ⚠️ : This story contains swearing, indications of assault, mature content and serious Harry feels.
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