Chap 3 =)
'Harry! Where have you been! ?' Hermione called out from behind him.
'Erm…Nowhere in particular.'
True to his word Malfoy let him out of the room just as the sun begin to rise, but he couldn't really tell Hermione that he had been kidnapped by Malfoy right? Who knows what would happen and Harry could bet his life that the outcome would not be what he liked.
'But Ron said….nevermind, could you hold these for me,' Hermione threw what seemed like a dozen of books into Harry's awaiting hands, 'I think I forgot some books back there…. And yes! Help me bring those to class, thanks!'
'and this is not enough…' Harry muttered under his breath while watching Hermione leave.
'What is she reading about anyway?'
Harry took a look at the book that was at the top of the deck, it was titled soul transfusion. Finding it kind of interesting, harry wandlessly flipped through the pages while he was making his way to the classroom.
Soul transfusion is an ancient magic that rather rare, it was said to be the ability that could only be found in purebloods but even so, few had done or witnessed it. It is said that only a selected few of the purebloods possessed it now as this magic is slowly dying
This power is not something that one could learn of, rather it's something that one is born with it could be taken as a gift or a curse.
As wizards that are born with this give could not live very long, this is because the soul they possessed is not complete. However, it gives the person the power to safe one life, any life the person chose. He could even safe one that had already died.
But this comes with consequences, once the person gives his soul to the other; his or her life shortens drastically. Their death would come in the matter of weeks or even days. Before his or her death, the person would suffer from intents pain and it growth stronger with each relapse; this would happen five times as when the fifth time comes only death would come after that.
There seemed to be no cure of this yet. However, there was only one survival among these cases. Studies had been done on it and many theories had been created but till now there is still no definite answer to what had saved that person.
Harry frowned at this, he really felt as if he died in the war. Did someone with this ability save him then? But who would that be?
'I am sure I didn't see anyone around me in pain lately and the only possibility seemed healthy enough to be so annoying' Harry's frown deepened with the thought of Ginny.
'Watch it, Potter'
Harry looked up as he bang into a person, before he could apologize the looked of disgust form that very person stopped.
', to the knowledge of mine, YOU should be in class unless you are planning on skipping. Five points from Gryffindor.' Snape walked away before Harry could say anything and he seemed to be muttering something under his breath something that consist of idiot boy and not worth it.
Just when Harry wanted to retort back, he saw a piece of note on the floor. It seemed have dropped out of Snape's cloak, normally it wouldn't interest Harry in anyway but the word soul caught is eye.
He conjured up the piece of paper, it seemed to be of a missing piece of a book, it was then he realized he was right outside Snape's room.
Curiosity had won over him when he decided to step into the room. The room was filled with books and potions; it's as if Hermione had once owned the room to. Harry took a look at the books that we on the table and realize that they were all similar, similar with the one's Hermione was reading. He placed Hermione's books down when he spotted yet another note on the table. This time he picked the note up; it was a simple note with just a few words on it, there were no technical words or diagram. It was a simple yet dreadful note.
Thanks for everything, it would be soon. Bye Dad.
Draco
Harry felt like something just died in him, he had to find Draco NOW!
"Professor Snape! Malfoy just…What are you doing here? And where is Professor Snape?' The boy that budged in was in his Quidditch uniform and seemed to be in his first or second year.
"Where is Draco! Tell ME!" Harry caught the boy by his collar while demanding an answer.
Normally, when a Slytherin meets a Gryffindor there's bound to be verbal if not physically agreements, and most of the time the quick-witted and sly Slytherine would gain an upper-hand with the use of their deadly sarcasm.
However, the rage that Harry was emitting was scaring the shit out of the boy.
'He..he is at the Qu-quidd-ditch field… fe..fell from..hi..s broom.'
With that Harry placed the shaking boy down and made is way to the field.
God! Draco, please be ok! Please… wait for me…
-HPDM-
When Harry finally reached the field, all he saw was a crowd of people. He made his way to the center of the crowd just to find Draco on the ground bleeding and in pain.
Draco…
He was in pain but it seemed that it was not from the bleeding but something else, something much deeper. Harry looked around to see if anyone had called for help, but instead he found that group of people were moving further away from Draco as if he had some deadly disease on him. Just as Harry moved towards Draco, someone caught his arm, it was Ron.
'Harry, let someone else do it.'
'But-'
'Harry, listen.'
Harry then had a sudden realization of the words that was travelling around him.
'He seemed to be in pain-
'Saving him it's not worth it, no matter what he is still a Death Eater's son, anyway he maybe planning something'
'Since his father, killed so many if us… this should be retribution-
'Eww! I'm not touching him… it could be some kind of curse'
'Yeah! Why risk your life for the likes of him right?'
'…I think he deserve it…'
'Harry, you are not everyone's hero. There is no need of you to save everybody you seeing especially not …him.'
He knew those words were right, well logically he should hate him right?
But Harry didn't know why but these words angered him so much, it was like fuel for his rage and he knows that there would be a fire, a huge one.
He looked towards Hermione for some answers; however she seemed to be contemplating with herself. Finally, he looked towards Draco and that broke the final straw.
-HPDM-
FUCK! O-of all the fuc...king time! GODS! It hu..rts BAD enough alrea..dy *pants* a-and I still mus..t fall fr..om that fuc…fucking broom! The Gods must really hate me huh!
Draco's blurred vision cleared a little when he started to realize his surroundings.
At least it gives them a reason for me to be dead; Draco internally rolled his eyes, and they think I can't hear them…Draco wanted to laughed at this but the pain had became unbearable, his body was filled with sweat and blood(from the injury), he could literally feel his life source leaving him.
Harry…Suddenly, Draco spotted him from the crowd, he saw his friends behind him and…Ginny… he hears them, he knows what they are telling him. He knows that they are right. But it still hurts.
Draco…get hold of yourself…Draco reminded himself. This was your choice… his is not your hero… he would never be…nobody would…
Then with the last thought that passed his mind, that very one thought that had him made that choice.
At least he is happy…
He selfishly took one last glance at the boy he loved and gave him one last smile before his vision blurred once again.
A/N: If u like it… or u don't… Plz review~ The next few chaps would be coming up shortly… I think~ =b
