"You got away" Harry smiled as Draco opened the door to the roof.
"Yeah" Draco nodded, and took a seat next to Harry, as they started to look up at the stars. It was something they had done sometimes, when they needed to speak privately or just gazed at the stars.
"Dad looked like he was grateful" Draco told Harry. "He is" he corrected. "And he almost hates you more than ever."
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "How can you be grateful and still hate someone more than her?"
Draco had no idea why, but Harry insisted on calling Death 'her' or 'she'. He had tried to tell how Death was supposed to look like, but he had laughed at it, and said that it looked more like her brother, Dream.
"Dream" Draco asked stunned. "There is a person who represents Dream?"
"Hell yeah it is" Harry giggled. "I tried to kill him once."
"You tried to kill Dream?!" Draco cried out. "Why?!"
Harry sighed. "I was drugged. I had nothing to cling to. Nothing! I wanted it to stop, really did, when suddenly, he came. He was standing in front of me, like…" he trailed off, looking strange. Then he suddenly summoned a scratch book and some pencils. "I'll draw it" he explained to Draco, who looked puzzled at him. "Maybe it will be easier then."
An hour later, Harry handed over the scratch book, full of pictures. Draco stared at them in awe. They were great! Even though Harry had just used simple pencils, not quills or colors, they still looked almost real.
"You know, if you were a squib or a muggle, you could make big money publishing them" Draco remarked, looking through them. Harry had even made speak bubbles. The guy that called himself Dream had a different kind of talking than Harry.
"If I survived that is" Harry mumbled.
Draco thought about it often, he couldn't get it. What had he meant?
"What did you mean that day" Draco asked suddenly.
"Which day?" Harry asked, confused.
"After you gave me that scratch book." Draco explained.
"Oh" Harry sighed. "I never knew if I was going to survive the drugs my uncle gave me."
He did the thing. The thing Harry always did when he lied. Draco didn't know what it was; it was something in the tone he spoke in.
Suddenly…
Harry started to scream in agony, as a blue light appeared all around him.
"Farsha!" Dragon cried, as he grabbed Tico by the arm, trying to calm him down. But it made Tico's thrashing worse. Dragon could feel it too, the horrible pain that were now hitting them both it felt as worse as…
"The curciatus curse!" they both growled in unison, and then, they were forced to aperate together in a very loud bang.
A.N: Sorry, I know it is short. I'll make up later, promise.