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The days were passing. The longer I was away from him, the more my soul hurt. I don't know how he stood the pain I was going through. Each time I glimpsed a flash of red in the darkness, my mind would flash to him, my heart leapt at the thought of holding him again. Each day the pain grew just as the darkness thickened around me.
The last time I held you, you promised to return to me. But I could feel your last breath against my cheek. The war had killed both of us. You, my little lion, had been taken away from me physically, while I decayed mentally and ever so slowly. You were taken too soon. I hated the man that killed you in the process of you killing him.
The darkness that surrounds me calls to me always and I know I would love to join you. But the promise you made binds me here, to be used. Everyday people come to check if I'm still alive. They see me as dangerous, a wild animal but I am merely depressed.
I hear them coming. It must be near lunch now. I can feel the fear they have of me but I have no feelings save my love for you. The darkness turns to a bright light, making me blind and confused for a moment but I see myself looking around. The whole room is made of mirrors.
The mirror reflected what had happened. The blonde haired man was staring at a wall, dark circles under his soft grey eyes. Something tugged at my heart as I wondered what price this man had paid. I knew him as a proud man, one to not be brought down. Now he looked like a muggle beggar.
I remembered him from school. I remember him leaning over me as I took my last breathe of this world. I do not remember though how I got to be here. I look over the man. He looked sick but hungry for human compassion. I smiled, walking over, calling his name as I went.
"Draco,"
The man jumped, as if shocked to hear his name spoken after ten years of silence. "Who are you?" He demanded his voice cracking.
"I promised I would return to you Draco," I sat on the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
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"Harry?" I blinked slowly, tipping my head to the side.
The man's smile warmed my skin. In a moment, I forgot about the collar around my neck, chaining me to the wall as I hugged him. Suddenly only darkness bound me to nothing. My dreams, shattered, showing what the war had really done to us.
I had sold myself, I was living in darkness. I closed my eyes, thinking of my lion. I had sold my own soul for him, so he could live again. My love was lost to me. My soul was tattered. Here in Hell I sit so Harry could live for both of us.
"I am bound to darkness so my love may see the light," Those will be the last words I speak as I sit eternally, left to ponder about him, left to torment what was left of my soul.