This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not own anything and do not wish to make any money from this.

Warnings: Violence/Blood, Angst, Self-Harm, Alternative Universe, Swearing, Strangeness.


'My blood is dripping off your fingers and the grass is parting as you go'


Year: 3757 / Month: June / Day: 7th / Hour: 2:45 AM / Hour: 02:45

Loud, forced and uneven gasping could be heard from the corner of a desolate, enormous field. The inhales were broken, echoing between towering trees. It sounded like someone was trying desperately to drag air down their lungs - trapped on the brink of suffocation.

A gray-eyed boy hesitantly turned to walk in the direction of the strange sounds. Dragging his boots through the wet, high grass felt like walking through quicksand. With each step, the grass seemed to intertwine around his feet to pull him back - like the grass didn't want him to go. Maybe he should have listened to the grass.

The lone boy let his gaze fall onto a green-eyed, robotic soldier. Hands were clenching to the black-stained grass around him with fingers that were coated in the same black, sticky liquid. Wires inside of his inhuman body were damaged - some probably completely cut off. With wires severed, the limbs of a robot wouldn't work the way they were supposed to. Silicone muscles would contract and extract randomly, causing epileptic spasms to run throughout the entire body.

Charcoal blood and wet, sticky mud was splattered all over his face and clothes. His uniform and the shirt underneath were completely shredded at the side. Right where his clothes had been slashed open, there was a huge wound on display. Some of the uneven edges of his ripped shirt was stuck in the wound and pulled it open further with each jagged movement. He crouched down beside the machine.

Both skin and tissue were ripped and the boy could see straight into his broken body, he saw a few metallic ribs as well as a black, fast beating heart. Dark veins and wires were interlaced and covered it like a web. His lungs were just as dark as the rest of his insides, extracting and contracting to the rhythm of his weak breaths.

"Wh- … I- … how- … he- …" Incoherent sounds came from the black-haired robot's parted lips. It made the noise a radio would if you flipped through various radio stations in a quick pace, different voices would try to tell different words that were cut off before they created anything real. A trembling hand was reached out into the chill air between the two creatures.

The boy diverted his gaze to the open field and his eyes flickered across leaking corpses that seemed almost blue in the strange light. They had been alive, unlike the robots. They had been real, they had children at home who would look up their mothers and ask why daddy wasn't coming home. Human-like computers would never be able to comprehend emotions. Maybe they could read them, maybe they could act them out - but inside, there would always be that black heart beating artificially. There was a dull thud when an outstretched - fake - arm made sudden contact with the ground. Draco's stormy eyes turned back and noticed long strands of grass swaying slightly around the twitching hand.


Year: 3757 / Month: July / Day: 2nd / Hour: 1:12 p.m / Hour: 13:12

"How do I look different from your other friends?"

"We're not friends."

"Fine. What's different about me compared to your friends?"

"Firstly, you should have seen your insides … they're horrible. And I don't know … you have strange eyes."

"What does my eyes look like?"

"They're … green. Too green, almost look like they belonged to an animal."

"... I don't think so. I like my eyes. And for what it's worth, you have strange eyes too. I think they look like they belonged to the sky."


Year: 3757 / Month: June / Day: 7th / Hour: 2:58 AM / Hour: 02:58

Warm rays of light shot out of the sun, cooled off on the surface of the moon, and then finally reached a blonde boy running across a desolated field at 3 AM. He had a spastic, dying robot in his arms. According to a robotic mind, his choice of actions would have been inaccurate. Because saving a robot wasn't worth the 250 calories it took to carry him to the charger on the other side of the field. But the boy was determined.

He stumbled over dead bodies, most of them were human but some were robotic. He fell once. The broken robot yelled when he crashed to the ground, one of his cracked ribs broke off, but it was left behind them once the boy picked him up again to continue.

Draco reached the end of the battlefield. Before him was a metallic crane sticking up from the muddy ground. Three sharp needles were attached to the end of it, in the shape a small triangle. He got down on his knees so the robot could reach it before he squeezed his eyes shut.

Robots recharged and healed themselves by holding their palm out against the three sharp spikes, then pressing forward until the spikes pierced their skin and reached the wires inside of their palm, which were about halfway through.

When nothing happened, Draco opened his eyes again. He noticed that the hand was trying to settle on to the spikes, but repeatedly failing because his arm wouldn't stay still, the 1's and 0's calculated couldn't travel through broken wires.

"wha- … he- … di- … kill- …" Draco ignored the unpleasant sounds that was emitted and reached his own hand out to grip the clothed arm tightly. He could feel warmth through the fabric, black and red liquid was smudged between his palm and the military uniform as he held him still and settled the robot's palm onto the spikes.

As soon as the needles penetrated his pale skin, he began to wail. When his mouth was wide open, the other could see how the black blood even coated his tongue and gums. It trickled down his chin, dropping down onto his arm. He tightened his grip around the robot to keep his still. Oily liquid began to stream down the wrist and Draco pushed him harder. He kept pressing the hand down until he heard the rasping sound of metal scraping metal. The robotic boy jolted.

His green eyes shot open once electricity finally flowed into his body and traveled along the labyrinth of wires, reattaching the broken ends to each other. His ripped skin and tissue on the side of his body began to glimmer before retracting and mending together.

The blonde shoved him out of his grasp and he crashed to the ground, crying out as another stream of blood trickled down his wrist at the unintentional pull of pierced hand. Draco turned around and began to walk away. He was trying to stay unfazed as the blood coiled down the arm of his jacket, some of it absorbed in the material and some of it created black rivers to the end of his fingertips, before dropping down to the grass.