Written by: Blissful Darkness
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, so therefore, I could not possible own anything in this story except for the plot and a few tidbits that take too long to find.
Author's note: Hey everyone! I was so happy to see reviews that I started writing the second chapter! Lol. Well, hopefully this one will be longer than the first chapter. Has anyone heard of the fanfiction authoress Kat Davi? Well she's my cousin! And yes, she seriously does have permanent writer's block. That's why she hasn't updated her fics in about a year. The beginning of this got a little bit shaky because I was watching a Kung Pow movie, and the movie's lameness rubbed off on me. And the fact that I accidentally left my notebook at school. sweat drop Now I have to type from my mind. Not a good thing. And I promised I'd have this out by this weekend. Here it is. So don't yell at me too much! This IS slash, so if you don't like two of the hottest characters on earth together then you might want to click the back button. It's very early in the morning and I'm typing this before church, so bare with me if you find any typos. Well here it goes. Enjoy!
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Gather round kiddies. It's story time!
After the war, Draco Malfoy had all but disappeared. Rumors had spread that after Voldemort's defeat, the supposed Death Eater had gone into hiding. And yet, his name had been cleared of all charges. Some said that Draco himself had bribed the Ministry, much like his father had done. Lucius Malfoy was thrown into Azkaban in 1995, but he escaped in 1997 to rejoin Lord Voldemort's growing ranks. No one knew what happened to the remaining Malfoys, since Lucius had been killed in the final battle. Even Narcissa Malfoy was nowhere to be found. Of course, one person always knew where the two were.
Of course, no one thought to look in the muggle world. Surely the Malfoys would not retreat to live with the people they hated with a passion. Ironically enough, this was where Draco and Narcissa lived. They lived in a small flat on the outskirts of muggle London, keeping a low profile amongst the people. Narcissa was a beautician in a hair salon, whilst Draco was a bartender at the local club 'Goodies.'
Draco had just returned from an eight-hour shift, taking his routine coffee at eight o'clock. Narcissa had awoken moments ago to get ready for the day when an owl flew through the open window. The older woman froze, sending her son a helpless glance. An owl had not come close to them since they had come to the muggle world. They hadn't even used magic for fear that the Ministry would detect their magic. Narcissa shook her head quickly, pleading for her son to take the letter. The young man sighed and walked over to the owl. The tawny eyed him wearily as Draco reached for the rolled parchment that was attached to its leg. Draco received a rather nasty bite on his hand from the bird, which had snapped her beak around his digits before he could fully untie the parchment. Draco scowled at this, shaking his hand slightly to decrease the nagging pain from the small, bleeding wounds. He snatched the parchment away from the bird and unrolled the parchment only to pale, if possible, as he read the letter's contents.
"What is it Draco?" Narcissa asked, biting her lip in newly found habit.
Draco gave the letter to his mother before taking a seat at the table and burying his face in his hands. A great shudder wracked his form as he thought about what the letter had said. Too many memories. Why now when he had finally settled happily into this new life? Narcissa had taken the letter, watching her son's reaction with a worried, yet critical eye. Seeing his shaking form, her gaze turned towards the letter, curiosity and dread building within her.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
In regard to a startling awakening, we are in need of your assistance at St. Mungo's. Though he has not risen from his current state, Mr. Potter has had a strange reaction that we cannot identify, but I assure you it is for the best. Please come to St. Mungo's tomorrow. I beg of you. You could be the answer to the greatest mystery that the wizarding world has seen since Juno Barfunkle was found requiring medical attention after being locked in a room with a rubber ducky. Mr. Potter is located on the first floor in the Dai Llewellyn ward, fifth door on the left.
Wishing you good health,
Albus DumbledoreNarcissa shook her head, casting a disbelieving gaze towards Draco as he stood to pack a bag. How could he go through with this? What did Harry Potter have to do with her dearest Draco? Why after all these years?
"Draco. You can't go. They'll throw you in Azkaban at first glance!" She exclaimed, losing her control as she followed him into his room.
"Mother, I have to. They need to know the truth. This is the real reason why I've been called upon. Dumbledore would not betray us," he replied as he packed an extra pair of clothes and a comb into his belongings.
He grabbed his unused wand off of his dresser and put it beside his bag. He looked up only to see the tears brimming in his mother's eyes. Draco sighed and pulled his mother into a gentle embrace. The older woman sniffled, but held back her tears. They stood like this for a few more moments before the mother pulled away from her son.
"I can't stop you. It's impossible. But be careful tomorrow. I don't want to lose you. You are the only one I love with every motherly fiber in my being," she said softly, placing a light kiss on his forehead.
Draco did not reply to her statements, but cast his gaze hellwards. "I have to leave now, or else I won't be able to catch the right bus. Take care of yourself, mother," he replied impersonally, his pools of granite gray clouding over with his current thoughts.
Narcissa nodded and stood at the door, watching her son get walk down the driveway and get into the red Grand Prix Pontiac. She waved goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway and flew down the street. She closed the door, a lone tear falling. "Let Merlin be with you, my son," she whispered softly before heading to her room to ready herself, once more, for work.
Draco parked his car in front of the old clothing store. He walked towards the window, stated his name, and stepped through the glass. The hospital was total chaos today. There was a female who was screaming at her boyfriend who kept touching her. There was no problem with that, except for the fact that she had rather large cat ears and a tail. He was pulling her tail, causing her to be very irritable. There was a man who had a puffskein stuck in his nose, and there was a woman and her child, who had plants growing out of her ears. There was even a young woman who was dancing from one foot to the other as if the ground were on fire.
He shook his head and stepped to the counter. "I am here to see Harry Potter under Albus Dumbledore's request," Draco stated, a cold front passing over his features as he stared icily at the bored woman before him.
"Go on. You know where it is. Next!" she drawled in a monotone.
Draco nodded his thanks before walking towards the door that led to the corridors of the first floor. Once finding the correct ward, he immediately found the door that led to the person that he had always half hoped to never seen again. The other half didn't quite agree with that. Shaking his head to banish his thoughts, he stepped into the room only to be greeted with the most horrible sound imaginable. A being in deadly pain.
Harry Potter arched off of the bed that he had been tied down to, a heart wrenching scream issuing from his lips. "Dementors!" was what he kept uttering under his breath, looking around wildly as if said creatures were surrounding him. The Boy Who Lived suddenly stilled, his gaze as blank as ever.
Draco shuddered as painful memories raced through his mind, finally taking over.
Draco rushed out of the old building, running towards the lake that lay before the Malfoy Manor. His clothes were torn, and his skin bloodied, but he took no notice as he ran towards the screams of the one he had barely known. Numerous times he fell to his knees, only to stand again.
Explosions could be heard within the boy's home as the war came to a still. The Dark Lord was gone, but no one could find Harry Potter. The last of the Death Eaters were being done away with, but Draco was not among them. A shiver passed over him but he continued on. A sea of black swarmed over the lake's edge as Draco came closer to his destination.
"KILL HIM!" A tall blonde screamed at the hooded creature, gesticulating wildly at the boy that was lying on the ground, horror in his eyes as his memories played through his mind. Screams were spilling from the Savior of the Wizarding World's vocals. Harry Potter could not fight against so many dementors. It was impossible. No patronus could help him now.
Seeing this, Draco charged towards his father, knocking him to the ground. The metal blade of a sword found its way through Lucius Malfoy's heart before Draco severed the head in his madness. His gaze suddenly lifted however, when the screams silenced. A single dementor was hovering over a limp Harry Potter. Draco somehow found himself casting a patronus, sending the dementor back with a patronus in the shape of a dragon. He rushed to Harry's side, falling to his knees and looked upon the Boy Who Lived.
"Potter! Snap out of it! We have to get you away from here!" Draco yelled, shaking the teen beneath him. A moan was his only answer.
Draco was thrown back, ten dementors baring down on him. "POTTER!" He screamed, trying to get away from the ghastly, robed figures. "GOT OFF OF ME YOU FREAKS!" He screamed as he thrashed under the hold of the creatures. He suddenly stilled. The dementors were making him watch. Draco suddenly realized this, flinging himself all the more. "LET GO!"
A dementor was gliding towards Harry, a great shudder fluttering the fabric around the dementor's gaping mouth. A small orb rose from Harry's parted lips as his groans ceased. Draco, hearing people coming towards them, suddenly wrenched himself free of the scaled, slimy hands. The deed was done. Harry Potter was soulless. And Draco Malfoy could do nothing to help his enemy. He had to leave before the light found him to persecute him. To say that he was the cause of Harry's soulless state. Draco Malfoy disapparated, gathered his mother, and the two disappeared from the wizarding world, never to be seen by the wizard's eye again.
Draco fell to his knees, quivering as the images faded from his psyche. He yelped, flinching as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. His gaze immediately leapt to find sorrow filled blue eyes watching him. Albus Dumbledore stood before him looking older than Draco had last seen him a year ago. No one else was within the room except for Harry, who lay silent on the bed. Draco stood slowly, losing balance only once, but being corrected by the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"I'm glad you came, Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter has had a breakthrough, but, as you can see, it did not last long," Albus said gently, looking towards the bedridden man.
Draco moved forward and looked down at the man whom Draco could not save. The scrawny teen had grown into a healthy man. By no means did the man have a lot of muscle, but that was only because Harry Potter did not work out in this state. The raven hair was as wild as ever, falling into the blank, emerald eyes that forever stared at the ceiling. Draco sighed, running his fingertips over the scar that had always marked Harry as the Boy Who Lived. The blonde jumped back, however, when a soft sigh escaped Harry's barely parted lips. Draco looked to Albus for help, but the Headmaster was nowhere in sight.
"Why do you react to me, and no one else?" Draco asked gently, watching the young man for another reaction.
But no reaction came except silence. Draco sighed and pulled up a chair. He did not know why he was staying. Maybe it was because Draco had somehow triggered a reaction. Draco could do nothing but stare at the man who had haunted his dreams for eight years. Draco always knew that Harry Potter would never die… well, at least not until he died of old age. Harry Potter would not die at the hands of the Dark Lord. Harry Potter would prevail. He still lived on, but barely. Being soulless could hardly be called alive. Draco closed his eyes as the memories once more washed over, but he quickly pushed them away.
Dumbledore stood in the doorway, unnoticed as he watched the blonde. A sad smile curled his lips as he watched the tormented men in their silence. He knew Draco would sit for hours watching the Boy Who Lived, so Albus left the men in their temporary peace.
"I will tell him tomorrow," Dumbledore promised himself.
Ending A/N: So. Did you like it? This was four pages long on Word. I hope you liked it! Please review! I eat the reviews for fuel for the next chapter. Hopefully I'll be nice and full while I'm writing the third chapter. Toodles!