So I switched the font size from 12 to 10 by mistake so this chapter is like 500 words longer than usual. Oops. But I'm sure you guys don't care.
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Dedicartions: SilverRouge, punkycat, Nerdy-Jelli, tearsneverfade, D. Malfoy (So glad a Malfoy reads my story :) lol )
Chapter Thirteen:
Draco woke up finally on his bed. He had no idea how long he had been asleep for, nor did he care. The only thing on his mind was how he was going to find Harry.
His Harry. His sweet, innocent Harry was harmed. Badly. Nothing that Draco could think of could've caused even the Serpentire to pass out from pain. He had hoped Harry was feeling better. For some reason, he couldn't tell.
"Harry." Draco said desperately and rushed off of his bed. He couldn't even feel Harry's heartbeat. The only thing that kept Draco calm was the light thud in the back of his mind telling him that Harry was alive and breathing. But that wasn't there anymore. There was no such possibility of Draco momentarily losing his mind. Harry's heart wasn't beating.
A rush of grief overwhelmed him and he collapsed to the floor.
Draco's world shattered. His heart crumbled and he curled up on the floor, almost as if trying to keep himself together. Like if he was given the chance, he would literally fall to pieces. Harry felt like his glue, his foundation. Keeping him alive when Draco knew that he wasn't alive, he was dead. Draco would always be dead. And now Harry joined him.
The worst feeling was knowing that Harry wasn't even his, not really. Harry would never ever be Draco's. Now he could write it off for good. Harry would never belong to him. He would never belong to Harry.
"Ha-arry…" Draco said, strained. "I-is no-not m-m-mine." He sobbed. He found himself clutching Harry's pants. The ones Lavender stole what seemed like so many years ago. Harry was alive then. And now he wasn't.
He would never be able to kiss Harry like he always dreamed to. He would never hold Harry in his arms like he yearned to. Harry would never stand right in front of him. It was at this point where Draco even missed the things he HATED about Harry. He would give the world to have Harry in front of him texting Ginger Bitch. But he wouldn't.
Draco let himself collapse back down to the floor after attempting to push himself up. He didn't have the strength to hold himself. Where was Harry to help him?
Harry is dead.
"H-Harry is n-n-not d-dead." Draco argued to himself. The more he said it, the more numb he became.
Denial will just make it worse.
"S-shut up." Draco spat hatefully. "S-shut the f-fuck up."
Draco slammed his hands to the ground and forced himself up. He was trembling and he felt like any minute he would fall over, but he still tried, and he pushed himself up and stumbled around his room before finding his stability on the wall.
Draco had an impulse needing to be fulfilled before he could finally believe that Harry was no more. And so he left the room.
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"Do you remember anything?" Lillian asked finally and Lucius thought for a minute before nodding.
"I loved him more than the world." Lucius answered confidently and Lillian smiled up at him.
"I'm sure he would've loved to hear that." She said sweetly and Lucius looked down at his feet.
"Wherever his soul is, I'm praying it's okay."
"I'm sure he's okay." Lillian assured.
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Harry snuck into the house. It was the house, he was SURE it was. Tom Riddle went into this house before. So where the hell was the kid's room? For some reason he couldn't find even the slightest hint that a small child lived there, period.
"Maybe I'm in the wrong house…" Harry finally mumbled to himself and climbed out of the window and carefully shut it, not even aware that he had left merely seconds before the world's most notorious Vampire arrived.
Harry decided if it wasn't there, then there was a small possibility the story would be in Lillian's room.
Slowly adapting to his impressive speed, Harry found himself standing a few yards away from the side of his house. Even being so close, the house seemed so far away. Like he lived there eons ago. It wasn't his home now. It would never be his home again. For some reason, that made Harry extremely upset.
After taking in the sight for a few more seconds, Harry climbed up the side and crawled through Lillian's opened window. He searched the room thoroughly. He moved everything aside and made sure to place it back so no one would worry.
The book was nowhere to be found.
He sat on the bed and groaned. Where the hell could the damn book be?
He slowly stood up and gave the room a final survey and walked to the doorway. With a heavy heart, he made his way to his room. His room where he got to cuddle with Draco every once in a while. The room where Draco made sure he was safe.
Draco Draco Draco.
That's all Harry could think of. So he wasn't nearly as shocked when he opened the small door to his room and finished climbing the ladder that he noticed Draco was sleeping on his bed.
He was surprised to see his cheeks red, tearstained. He was curled up and holding possibly every cuddleable thing Harry owned in his arms.
Harry bit his lip and crossed his arms. He couldn't believe Draco was actually there. It seemed like a bizarre dream.
He took a step towards the bed, ready to lay next to his beloved, but paused.
He remembered the look of pure disgust on Draco's face when anyone mentioned Vampires. He remembered what great lengths Draco went through to make sure he was okay. And Harry failed him. He let himself be turned into a Vampire. It was his fault….
"I'm sorry Draco. It would just be best if you remembered me how I was. Remember how I looked. Not now. I will remember the days when you thought highly of me. Goodnight." Harry whispered very lightly and vanished far before Draco ever woke up.
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"Severus." Hermione walked into their private room. Her face was flushed and she seemed to be very distressed. Severus look up and noted her expression and quickly went to her side and cupped her face.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes… It's this stupid urge I have. I can control myself, you know that! But for some reason I keep finding myself at the music shop, staring at it. I don't want to play it, I don't even want to THINK of playing it. But something is wrong here. Something is making me do this and I'm pretty scared." Severus stared into Hermione's chocolate colored eyes for quite some time before sighing and hugging her tightly.
"I am at loss for words, Hermione. I don't know what to say. I would like to say it's something that has caught your interest and your thirst for knowledge is what's making you want to learn but I am not so sure. It seems like an obsession. I have no idea why you would have the obsession. I understand your need for panic but I can guarantee I can not sense any type of control over you."
Hermione's features relaxed and she fell into Severus' tight hug and wrapped her arms around him.
"Thank god." She whispered and even though she had Severus' reassurance, she couldn't help but feel worry in the back of her mind.
"Is there something else you needed to talk to me about? I'm sorry but I'm terribly busy with all of this paperwork."
Severus gave her an apologetic look and she smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek.
"I'll be fine. I'm going to go lay down. I love you." His eyes flashed blue and he kissed her softly.
"And I love you. Now go relax."
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Draco awoke to a chilling air. His eyes opened and he scanned the room. Nothing. Where was he?
Oh. Right…
Draco sat up and held Harry's possessions to his chest and inhaled. Yeah, smelled like Harry.
A hard ache to his heart.
Draco stood up on shaky feet, only to fall towards the vanity table. He winced and hit his foot and heard a crumple. He took a step back and saw a booklet of papers under the table. His eyebrows furrowed and he bent down and picked it up.
"Serpentire and a Vampire. In love?" He whispered to the darkness.
He couldn't even handle the absurdity of it all. How would the creatures mesh? It was quite literally FORBIDDEN for the two to become entwined with love. "Written by Tom Riddle and Lillian Dursley? How would they know about Serpentires…?" Draco sat down on the bed and stared at the book. Vampires were a popular concept. That was true. This was because Vampires used to be very popular with killing people back in the day of trials for witchcraft. However, no one knew of Serpentires because they weren't that publicized. The only person to know about them would be OTHER creatures. But Lillian was just a regular girl despite her background. She didn't get information hereditarily. But Tom Riddle? Who was to say he wasn't a creature? Was he?
Draco stared at the booklet for quite some time. He didn't know whether or not to take it. He placed it on the vanity table and looked up at the ceiling. The room had a draft, that was for certain. It was an attic. But for some reason the room seemed warmer before.
Draco blinked back into reality and gazed around the room. He thought briefly of Harry and for a moment, it was very difficult to breath. He clutched his chest and breathed in and out heavily.
"What is wrong with me?" Draco groaned. His heart was pounding, as if it were beating for two people. But as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
Draco rose from the bed and took one last look around. He grabbed Harry's sweater and the booklet. He would do research on Tom Riddle more later. For now, he needed to leave before the Dursleys began to wonder why there was movement upstairs.
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Neville dashed through the forest. He didn't know where he was going anymore. All he knew was he finally got the Vampires distracted enough to escape. Now the problem was where the hell did he go from here? Who knew if they noticed he was gone. How fast could they run anyway?
Neville shook the thoughts from his head and kept running.
His mind flashed back to Harry. Harry, poor guy. He was transformed. Draco wouldn't like that one bit.
Neville actually stumbled at that thought. He could see how dear Draco held Harry. He could even see how much Harry meant to Draco. Would they get over the fact that Harry was a Vampire? Or did Harry even survive the transformation?
Neville became more and more concerned as he ran through the trees faster than he could ever remember running. He needed to find his way back. He needed to see if Harry was okay.
Suddenly, Neville face planted into the ground. He groaned in pain and rubbed his nose and looked up. It looked like what was left of a very old building. Definitely Vampire-esque. It collapsed? When?
Neville walked towards it slowly. He knelt down to the dirt and examined the damage. It was new. He could tell that much. But why did it happen? Was anyone in there? Did it matter? Was it a safe place to hide?
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Harry was laying down on the couch at Neville's place. He wasn't exactly sure what to do at this point. Did he fight back? Did he sit here and mope until he died? …Eventually?
He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. What would he do?
"I need to get Lillian back." He announced to no one.
He stood up and walked upstairs to Neville's room. The one thing he was thankful for Neville about was that Neville was always writing. He wrote about literally everything. Why was this important? Well, Neville wrote loads of useful things about Vampire powers. And with no one with Harry to teach him, he decided to indulge himself in the wonderful world of reading.
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Draco walked outside and for a while he just stared at the sidewalk as he took his stroll. It was around 5 in the morning so it was relatively dark outside.
All he could concentrate on was the violent ache in his chest that would throb every time Harry's name or face came to mind. And that made him wonder.
When did Harry become so very important to him? Why did he feel like he would absolutely die without Harry by his side? He just didn't understand.
"Malfoy. Good to see you." Draco turned around quickly and his eyes narrowed.
"What do YOU scumbags want?" He sneered. It was a woman by the name of Bellatrix and a man, very ugly mind you, named Peter. He despised the two. He always had.
"Not nice to be so mean." Bellatrix taunted. "After all, you aren't so strong, are you?" She teased. "Your bound mate's heart stopped beating, didn't it?"
"How the fuck did you know?" Draco stormed up to the two and Bellatrix laughed shrilly.
"How cute." She ruffled his hair and he grabbed her arm and rose his temperature. She shrieked and retracted her hand quickly and glowered. "How dare you?"
"Shut up and tell me what you know about Harry!" He hissed and she smirked evilly. "What!"
"I would really love to tell you, Draco, dear. But I really can't." She said with a fake pout. "But just know, it is all going according to plan! Lord Voldemort insists."
"What the hell are you getting at?" Draco spat and Bellatrix giggled wildly and waved to someone behind Draco. Draco quickly turned his head to be met with the very nasty smirk of Rodolphus Lestrange. He was suddenly knocked unconscious and the last thing he heard was the gleeful laugh of the three Vampires.
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"Harry… Harry!" Harry walked in the woods. It was really cold and he couldn't seem to find where he was.
"Hello? Who's there?" Harry called out, worried. He had no idea where he was and he was getting extremely freaked out.
"Don't worry, Harry dear. We won't hurt you." The voice said softly. It was a woman.
"Mom?" Harry called out weakly.
"Harry. Harry. Draco." The voice echoed and Harry looked around, trying to find out where the voice was coming from. Which direction was it?
"Who's there?" Harry asked louder and the voice giggled.
"Draco. Draco Draco Draco." The voice began to get more distorted and all Harry could hear was Draco's name. "Harry… Did you know the forbidden love? Harry. It didn't die with James and Lily. The love is to be redone until peace is restored. Harry, Draco." Harry was getting very confused with everything he was being told.
"What are you saying?" Harry asked and everything was quiet. Harry was alone.
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