Name: For Your Soul
Rating:
For now, and this chapter, G.
Genre: Drama, maybe?
Secondary
Genre: Tradgety/agnst/Humor. I can't pick.
Soundtrack to Chapter:
Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly: Him: Dark Light (BUY. IT.
NOW!)
Kid: (10/4/05) Yes, some weird insperation came out of nowhere and it isn't for Promises. Well, this is going to be a bit of a crossover between Harry Potter and Full Metal Alchemist. You'll see what I mean, but if you're only reading this for the FMA addition, don't get your hopes up. I just took some things from there. Nothing to truely make it considered a crossover. But anyway, here's the story. I don't know if it will be a one-shot or a chapter story, but it's here either way. Oh, by the way, this has some-Spoilers- for HBP, so if you haven't read it, don't read it.
Updates: On Promises, you would have your sixth chapter but I got a profile for the person who wanted to be Assassin, and I have to go change a few things before I can post it, but just so you know, it's not dead, and it is on it's seventh chapter.
Tears streamed down the already crimson face, emerald eyes begging for help at the boy he helplessly clung onto. He sobbed, digging his fingers into the black robes, pushing his face into the same fabric, trying to keep himself from crying, but it's useless; if anything, it makes him cry harder. His hair was a mess, strands clinging every where without purpose, to every inch of his forehead, making it no easier to see. Finally the raven headed boy gets up, roughly ripping the tears from his face, not bothering to wince as he scraped his sweat over a still-fresh cut below his eye. Jerkingly, he spins to the other boy, a steely resolve in his eyes that Draco Malfoy had learned not to get in the way of.
"I'm getting him back." Harry Potter says in finality, leaving no room to argue. He looks at the crumpled heap at his feet and Draco watches as he tightens his fist, making his knuckles turn white before the brother of the ebony wand is stabbed into the heart of the dead Lord Voldemort repeatedly. It didn't seem to help, just brought more tears to the already red eyes.
"Harry, stop. That isn't going to bring him back, and you know it." Draco says firmly. Harry slows down. He didn't like it, but the Slytherin had to say it, even if it practically made Harry face the reality of the situation just minutes after the situation had happened. Harry turns his tear stained face to Draco momentarily, the only warning said boy gets before Harry flings his arms around him. Draco, not knowing what to do, just sits there, letting the boy cry, occasionally rubbing his back when he'd finally mustered up enough courage to place said hand on his back. "Come on Harry." He whispers, his voice nearly catching in his throat. "We need to go." He says even softer still.
The Boy-Who-Lived-And-Won looks up at Draco. "Where?"
He hadn't exactly thought of that. Hogwarts had been destroyed in the battle against Lord Voldemort, the Weaslys were no where to be found. Hermione- Draco wasn't even sure if that muggleborn witch was even still alive after all that had happened. Dumbledor had died last year from Snape because he- Draco- couldn't pull it off. Mostly everyone was either dead or in hiding if they weren't Harry or Draco. Draco sighs.
"Guess it'll be the Manor." He says softly. He noticed that the entire time Harry had been crying, he hadn't spoken above a whisper. It was almost like he was afraid that he'd break Harry if he spoke too loud. But why? He couldn't figure it out. He and Harry hadn't really become friends and yet he was worried about him. Draco shakes his head firmly. "You really have no other choice, Harry." He says, softly still. He gently pulls the Gryffindor up onto his shaky legs and helps him across the battlefield. Neither one had the energy left to apparate, and even if they did, they'd probably end up splenched from lack of concentration.
"Thank you." Harry whispers to the blonde. Draco looks down and cocks an eyebrow. He shrugs the best he could. They walk on a little more before Draco makes them stop. He looks at Harry. The look in Harry's eyes almost made Draco back away from him, if he wouldn't have came with him.
"What do you want?" He asks, harsher sounding than he expected them to. Harry lowers his head.
Had this been any normal day, Draco suspected the boy would have lifed his head even more and smiled widely for Draco before telling him whatever it was. But not today. Never today. Harry just whispers, "Will you help me get him back?" Draco nearly drops the speaking boy and himself along with him.
"You want me to help you find a way to bring back that filthy werewolf!" Draco said more in shock and not realizing what he had said. "Correction: You want me help you find a way to bring Lupin back?" He says just a bit more calmly and politely after Harry gave him a glare that would have made Voldemort proud. Harry nods and Draco sighs. But says nothing to the waitning boy, but instead, Draco turns his head to look behind him at the scene they were leaving.
The land here would be forever scared, and it was partly his fault. No grass would grow, no trees, no flowers. No more buildings would be allowed here for the fear of disturbing the restless souls of those who died here. Especially since Voldemort was one of them that died here. No, this would be a scar that would not, could not heal. It reminded the boy of the scar on Harry's forehead that no longer held much intrest to anyone there. The war was won by Harry, and this would always be here to be reminder of what happened.
At least, it would be for the one's who saw it and survived the battle here.
The Malfoy Manor seemed so empty without Lucius or Narcissa. It was actually rather soothing, having such peace and quiet to return to after a battle like that. Draco takes in an unnoticed deep breath. Yes. He was home. Draco lets grin grace his features. It had been months since the war was over and all the Death Eaters had been found and either questioned and killed or buried, his parents included in the latter part. The new "Master Malfoy" lifts his cup up to his lips, letting the breeze ruffle his hair and begins to sip at it before-
"I FOUND IT!"
-rings through the manor from, apparently the study on the other side of the manor, loud and abrutly enough to make Draco choke and spill his tea over his robes. He coughs a few times then makes a distasteful look at his soiled clothing before slinging the excess liquid off his hands, while giving the door a glare. The boy casts a simple cleaning spell on himself, though it still left the feeling of being sticky. Finally, in the door, an out-of-breath Harry stands, clutching a book like it was his last little bit of life.
"What do you want?" Draco says venomously to the emerald eyed boy. "Can't you see that I'm not in the mood to be bothered by your inconsistant babbling?" Harry lets his face drop momentarily, apparently either used to these kinds of response, or just not bothered by it, before he pushes the tea set off the table, and Draco became suddenly aware of how glad he was that he cast an unbreakable charm on them. In replace of the set, Harry sits a book the size of what Hermione once called "light reading" and begins to skim through the book before pointing out one single word that Draco didn't like the sound of.
"Alchemy."
Kid: Alright, so for now, I've decided it'll be a chapter fic. (oh and if you're wondering, I didn't put the date that I finished it beside my name because I finished it the same night that I started it.) See the bit of FMA that'll be included in it? Well, I know that there will be more to the story than that. Just think of the plot line of FMA if you've seen it. r&r please!
