Title: Savin Me Chapter 2

By: Wrens Desires (aka: fantasyfaery)

Pairings: Draco/Harry

Warnings: violence, adult language, and angst

Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. No copyright infringement intended, and I am not making any money from this fic.

Authors Notes: Feels good to write again. I hope you enjoy.

Harry looked the blonde over and smirked. "My, now you look civilized again. Sorry if our accommodations aren't what a Malfoy would come to expect but I do trust they were better than Voldemort's?"

Draco scoffed and smoothed the front of his fresh linen shirt until it was impeccably wrinkle free. He couldn't and wouldn't complain even if they were situated in a rather decrypted old mansion, hidden right of a common muggle street. Nothing could look that terrible in the face of the nice hot bath that had been ready and waiting for him the minute he'd arrived. "Much better. Top rated comparatively speaking. What is that glorious smell and please tell me we'll be able to partake of it's source shortly? I'm famished."

Harry chuckled and motion the door that led into the kitchen. "Molly is almost ready for us but there is some bread I could filch for you if you're bad off."

"I can wait." Draco was caught in the laser beam green gleam of Harry's eyes. "How'd you know were to come for me? No- why would you come for me?" He was very curious, and more than a bit intrigued. He supposed he was still a little shocked by the whole matter in fact.

"Snape told us where, and when it would be clear enough. He cares a lot about you." Harry gaze was focused on him intensely. "I came for you because I think you're a spoiled prat, I don't think you're a murderer. Snape told me about Voldemort's plan to capture me through you. He also told me you refused. Why would you risk your life for someone you hated so badly?"

Draco squirmed unaccustomed to the new and improve and extremely indomitable version of Harry Potter. He was rather intimidating though he was still as short and scrawny as the day Draco had met him. It somewhat put Draco at ease about the future. "Like you said, I'm not a murderer. Besides, I knew he was a bloody lunatic the first time I met him. And to think he had my Father, a proud Malfoy, begging at his knee."

Harry pondered that for a moment but for some reason Draco sensed the boy knew he was only telling half of the truth. He let it drop though, for which Draco silently thanked him, he wasn't ready to admit everything just yet. "So a life for a life. I should thank you."

"Don't thank me till I kill Voldemort," Harry grinned darkly. "I'll expect a beer from you that day."

"Right then, I'll buy you an entire tavern for that night, hell, that entire week."

Harry lifted a brow and smirked. "I'll hold you to it," he murmured before raising his eyes to the faint footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. "That should be Severus there. He's been holed up in the attic in his little lab. He will expect your help come Monday morning. He's been researching some rather nasty surprises for Voldemort and all his cronies. I expect that want be too much to ask of you?"

"No, I don't believe it would."

Severus's steps became louder and seconds later he appeared looking every bit as sour as Draco would expect of him. His godfather paused we he saw Draco and a faint sparkle lit briefly behind his eyes. That too was all he would expect of the gruff man, one fleeting moment of worry hidden inside those coal black depths. It was enough.

"Draco, good to see you could finally join us," he bit out. Obviously his research was on his mind and he was in a foul mood.

"It's good to see you to. I'm glad you're alright."

"Yes, yes. Aren't we all? Stuck in the bloody attic like some kind of bat in the rafters. When's that wretched cook going to be done I must return quickly." He strode past them in a swirl of black robes and right into the dining area.

Harry was laughing. "We've tried to get him to open the window, instead he boarded them up. I think the fumes are getting to his head a wee bit."

"I believe they got to his head a long time ago. I'd hated to see what he'd be like if someone separated him from his precious laboratory. Why is everyone here? Why aren't we at Hogwarts?"

Something frightening passed behind Harry's eyes then, darkening them to a deep forest green. "Voldemort attacked the school. No one's really sure just how he got past the defenses, not even Snape. He knew nothing of the plans. It was a massive assault that lasted three days before we finally ran him off. He killed thirty-seven students. After that it was rightly decided that better the children be spread in their own homes than situated in one obviously easily attackable position."

"Bloody hell, where was Dumbledore? I never thought anyone would be able to get past him, he just seemed in control of the very walls themselves."

Harry's gaze dropped to the ground and he seemed to be trembling. "He was killed by one of your housemates. Blaise Zabini, though we took him into custody and it turns out he was being directly controlled by Voldemort at the time. Regardless, he's dead now to. Killed in his cell in Azkaban by the Deatheaters."

Draco shivered at the thought. He couldn't imagine it, couldn't fathom it at all. He may not have liked Dumbledore overmuch, but as a Malfoy he had respected the man's power. "Bloody hell. I think I'd rather not hear anymore news until after I got some food in my belly."

As if on cue, Molly Weasley poked her head out of the door and bellowed "Food!" at the top of her lungs. "Oh, hello Mr. Malfoy. You look right as rain now, don't you. Come on poor dear, before the wolves come down."

Draco could hear the commotion coming from upstairs suddenly and it did sound as if a rather large and hungry pack of dogs were heading their way. He quickly made his way to the door that Mr. Weasley had disappeared back into sitting down beside Harry. His mouth watered at the pleasant bounty before him. "I'm starving, this all looks delicious," he couldn't resist saying.

smiled appreciatively. "Go ahead dear. I wouldn't expect you to stand on manners after the ordeal you've been through recently.

Under normal circumstances he would have waiting but his stomach needed little prompting. He ladled a generous portion of stemmed vegetables onto his plate and accepted a slice of roasted chicken that Harry was holding out patiently for him. He dug into it with delight, the first bite bringing tears to his eyes and a smile to his lips. "Bless Merlin," he sighed around his mouthful.

Harry smiled kindly and continued carving one of many birds Molly had prepared. "Don't eat to fast or you'll get sick," he suggested with a wink. "Molly's the best cook you'll ever meet." He placed a slice of meat on her plate next, and took his seat.

"Thank you, sweet boy. If only my own sons were so gracious."

The door burst open then nearly startling Draco from his chair. A stream of red headed Weasley's poured in followed by some that he knew well from school, and a few that he didn't. Hermoine was there, along with Professor Lupin and an Auror he remember being called Tonks. Neville Longbottom came in a little more quietly, and surprisingly Theodore Nott. He swallowed his mouthful and placed another fork full past his lips. Severus sat down beside him. Fred and George sat in front of him and Nott sat beside them with a grin aimed to Draco.

The table was lively and colorful conversation echoed around them non-stop. It was strange to Draco, more like Hogwarts Great Hall than a dinner he imagined his father holding. He liked the noise, he thought as he chewed slowly. Harry was holding a heated debate with Lupin about the rights of Dark Creatures, and whether or not it would be appropriate to use the Dark Arts against Voldemort. Draco quirked a brow and decided to join the conversation. "It should be labeled as Dark Arts at all," he threw in.

The entire table went quiet all at once. "Well it shouldn't."

"And just why would we expect any different from you?" Ron shot at him nastily. His mother shot him a warning glanced and cleared her throat.

"No, do go on Draco. I'd be interested in your take on the matter." Harry spoke quietly and all heads turned to him briefly before coming back to Draco expectantly.

"Well, say for instance if Mr. Glorious Potter himself flung an Unforgivable, in the name of the Light. Say that single dark curse saved a thousand lives, how could that be labeled Dark? Likewise, a healer can bring death with magic that's sole purpose is supposedly for healing. Magic can't be labeled in such a way. It's neither white nor black, this nor that. It's simply words and wand waving that commit it's master's biddings. The label should be placed solely on the wizard or witch casting the spell and their purpose behind it." Draco shrugged and bit into a tasty mushroom.

"Precisely what I've been arguing this entire time," Harry smirked and cast Draco an admiring look.

"Harry, it's not the nature of the magic it's what the power itself does to the mind. Look at your nemesis if you need any better example," Lupin argued.

"Voldemort has a complex. He had no decent family, no friends, nothing but his books and thirst to be acknowledge. He wanted to leave an impression and he though that replacing everything of importance with that power he searched for would get him that. Not to mention, he split his soul into so many pieces his lost his humanity. I have no such desire for the things he's spent his whole life obsessing over."

"Your circumstance isn't that far from his aside from the fact you haven't split your soul."

"My circumstance?" Harry whispered darkly. "Need I remind you that my circumstance was not of my design and despite the odds against me, I have prevailed, my sense of honor and loyalty, my humanity, intact."

Draco was lost, and curious as to why they seemed to be speaking in code, and why everyone seemed to be waiting for Harry to spontaneously combust. It was then he noticed Harry had no plate and the boy was making no move to fix himself one. He looked at the boy hard then and noticed he looked rather different. It was something that Draco couldn't quite place his finger on, but something it the back of his mind was beginning to whir and click, triggering tiny warning bells.

Harry shot him a glare and continued around the table with it. "Merlin, what the bloody hell is everyone staring at? You all act as if I'm going to eat you at any moment. Have a made a single move to attack anyone of you?" He drummed his fingers against the table in agitation.

That was when Draco saw his fingernails. They were shiny and faintly blue around the cuticles, and tapered to sharp points at the ends. They glittered like diamonds in the dim light of the dining room. "What the hell is going on?" He hadn't noticed exactly when he'd skittered backwards away from the boy, only the crack of his chair sliding against the cobblestone floor.

Harry growled and bared his teeth and Draco saw two equally glittering incisors that were elongated and sharp. The boy stood abruptly and stormed from the room without a backwards glance to anyone of them.

Draco stared at the doors he disappeared through in horror. "What the hell have I missed, and when didn't Harry Potter the Golden Boy become a Dark Creature?"

There was a very loud clatter somewhere from above them, and everyone in the room jumped. "He can hear you, and he doesn't like being referred to as that," someone said. "Everyone, eat your food and lets save these discussion for a more appropriate time," he heard Molly whisper forlornly.

Draco was very not hungry anymore. He wanted to know how this had happened and who had corrupted a soul so pure it had hurt him to look upon it. "Excuse me," he mumbled throwing his napkin onto the table and following Potter's path from the room. He had only to follow the carefully controlled path of destruction to find the boy's hideout. He stood at the door and stared in morbid fascination at the deep gouges surrounding the frame of the door. The wallpaper hung in shreds and he could see bits of plaster and wood coming through.

Harry was waiting on the opposite side of the door, his breathe heavy and teeth tingling. He could hear the loud thump of the other boy's beating heart, and smell the fear that came from him in waves. "What are you waiting for?" he whispered.

On the other side of the door Draco took a deep breath like he was bolstering himself. "Harry? May I talk to you? I'm sorry for my reaction just now, but really, it's not as if you can blame me. The last time I saw you, you were nor- just… Harry."

Harry ripped the door open and glared at him. "What would you name me now? A common dark creature, a monster, not normal. Am I not still Harry?"

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sorry to tell you Potter, but you've never been normal. Get use to it. May I come in?"

"Aren't you afraid I might eat you?" he growled but stood aside.

Draco walked into the room and looked around at the battered, toppled rubble that might have once been furniture. Everything was broken to bits and scattered. He scrunched his nose in distaste. "Really, Potter. You should find a more productive outlet for your aggression."

"Like what? The people that treat me like a pariah though they've none me all my life at Hogwarts? Even though I've never raised my hand to them when the creature turn me! Would you like me to channel that aggression through them?"

"You do have studies that you could immerse yourself in. Hell, you've a whole war to prepare for," Draco suggested, staring at him reproachfully. He transfigured himself a comfortable chaise lounge from the mess on the floor and took a seat motioning for Harry to do the same.

Harry snorted and followed suit, sitting a comfortable distance away. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" He knew the answer, he wanted to see if Draco had the courage to ask it when so many others did not.

He did not disappoint. "Of course, I'm a Malfoy. We always love a good intrigue, especially a scandalous one. When exactly did this come about? Was it during the attack on Hogwarts?"

"No, slightly before. Voldemort had gotten it into his head that I was powerful and that if he made me a dark creature he could control me by default. He took me and changed me and unleashed me there at the school. I'm responsible for seventeen of the student deaths. Something happened though, someone hit me with the killing curse. It was the light, I remembered it from when I was a baby. That sickly flash of green that heralds death in, except for me. It's always brought me new life, fancy that. It broke his control over me and I turned on them. I almost had him that night. I tasted the bittersweet flavor of his black soul. He hasn't been able to reach my mind since then. I can feel him probing but it's distant, weak. That's why he's hiding now. He's afraid of what he's made." Harry chuckled but the sound was distorted with no humor.

"You blame yourselves for their deaths, that's why you're angry that your friends can't see that endless guilt. They'd have no need to fear you if they could see how much your heart bled for the lives you took," Draco assumed.

He was right and Harry sighed that someone was perceptive enough to see that, but Draco had not seen him as they had that night. He had not heard the unholy cries that had echoed off the corridor walls as he had stalked them out of their hiding holes and chased them like a beast. He could not understand how the floors had run red with innocent blood and how some in the rooms below had come very close to meeting that same fate. "You understand well, and you understand nothing at all."

"What did they make you?" Draco's voice was muted and strained.

"Different strains, a hybrid. I feed on lust, on blood, on flesh. Curses only fuel my power if I'm struck. The vampire is what you can see immediately, they used that as a base to help stop the other strains from killing me. But I'm neither this nor that."

Draco snorted. "So Voldemort damn near made you a god? Bloody hell the man is insane."

"I doubt I could be considered a god, but insane he is. That I do agree with." Harry looked at the ruins around himself and was every bit as disgusted as Draco had been when he'd entered. "I'm going to learn the Dark Arts. With or without their consent. To them, I'm little more than a creature now. What would it matter to further disappoint them?"

"You don't fear their lure?" Draco asked.

"No. How can I fear it? I understand your logic all to well."

"I haven't seen you in so long that I'm only now realizing how completely different you look," Draco mentioned suddenly.

Harry chuckled and lowered his head. "It's funny just how deceiving looks can really be. You'd think all dark creatures would be ugly and hideous, but it's quite the opposite. Beautiful killers."

"How do you feed? You must to keep such good control of yourself."

Harry looked at him then, piercing and intense. "I have volunteers for particular services. Three. They're muggles. Witches and wizards tend to make me a little antsy, I think it has to do with their magical energies. Fun sport I fear. I rather enjoy some aspects of this burden. It gives me courage in areas where before I had very little." He laughed then remembering his first clumsy, sloppy kiss.

Draco grinned fully understanding his meaning. "Perhaps you should try it with one of our kind. Maybe there is a reason you feel antsy, as you say. Perhaps, there is something to be gained there."

"The small problem with that is everyone fears me. Everyone knows what I did. They know that he controlled me and they fear that he will again."

"Hmm…who indeed. They should know by now that you will go the complete opposite of what the laws of nature and magic deem orderly. You will do the complete opposite of whatever force working against you thinks you should be doing. You are too stubborn and pig-headed to do anything else."

"You know me so well. Did you ever hate me at all?" Harry wondered aloud.

Draco tilted his head. "No, I suppose I didn't. I was childish and spoiled and you hurt my pride and my feelings all at once. I resented nothing but that you refused my hand in friendship. Malfoy honor required that I fight to regain my rightful place in the top of the hierarchy."

Harry laughed. "Maybe your right and I should try my hand at a witch…or wizard. Who knows maybe something magical might happen."

Draco peered at him curiously, lips pursed in thought.

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