Title: It's All My Fault
Author Name: Lying In An Angels Arms
Rating: R/M
Spoilers: Books 1-6. Written After Half-Blood Prince.
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: Guilt is a funny thing. It makes the world seem so much...colder. Draco's guilty of something. Two deaths are on his conscious and the closest thing to a father he has is now hanging between life and death because of him. Guilt is a funny thing, it makes you wish you were dead. Draco's drowning in a sea of nothingness and he needs to grasp onto something. Can Harry Potter be that something?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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/Warnings/
Slash! (Harry/Draco. Lucius/Severus)
Depression, Suicidal themes (no suicide depicted), Mild non graphic self harm
strong language, Sexual scenes, mild character deaths.
Chapter Zero:
Show Me How It Ends
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He was screaming...
It killed me.
Seeing such a proud, amazing man brought to his knees by a maniac.
For me.
That was it.
For me.
It was because of me that he was hurting.
Mother had already paid the price for loving me. Insanity was all she knew now. She would be dead by morning light, after the others had had their fill of her.
It was his turn now. He helped me. He protected me. Hell, he stood up for me. And this was my way of repaying him.
Torture by the hands of a maniac.
Because of me.
It's my fault.
All my fault.
I'm sorry, Severus. I'm so, so sorry.
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The two figures sat alone in the clearing. The smaller of the two was sitting, his legs crossed with the other mans head in his lap. Pale fingers ran through the long black hair almost lovingly, touching and caressing with care. They were both dressed in black cloaks and robes, a strange sight to see. To anyone looking on, they would seem to blend into the darkness thanks to their clothing. They barely seemed to exist.
They both existed, though neither wanted to.
If it was up to them, they wouldn't be in that clearing.
They would already be dead.
"Please," a hoarse voice whispered. A hand clutched an Ebony wand and with a flick of a wrist, red sparks flew into the air. The sparks exploded in the sky, lighting up the field and sending glittering specks to the ground.
The figure raised the wand again and more sparks flew. Desperation choked him like a strangle-hold, trying to deprive him of air. "Please," he begged again, wishing someone would appear and save them. Or just his companion. In some small part of his mind, he wished that only his companion would be saved and that he would be left to die.
It was his fault that things went bad and it was his turn to make things right.
"A life for a life," the voice whispered again, with a hoarse laugh. He flicked his wrist again and sparks exploded into the sky.
Voices were heard rushing towards him and he let out a hollow chuckle.
They were saved...or...his companion was.
Thank Merlin for small mercies, he thought in bitter relief. His breathing was now coming out in short bursts and his heart throbbed painfully in a counter-rhythm to his head.
"A life for a life," he repeated once again, before his eyes slowly fell closed and he gave himself up the looming darkness.
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Authors Note:
Yet another story idea. This one has been in my mind for ages. Since I'm working on The Way I Bleed to get it finished, this one may not be updated as often or for a little while but I've written several chapters of this already (awaiting editing) so this will be updated.
(30/April/2008)
Review please, m'dears,
-Liaa
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