Dragon Breath Frunknut Normal Frunknut 2 58 2001-10-28T05:29:00Z 2001-10-28T05:29:00Z 4 1223 6975 Zuzu + Frunknut's Potion Shop 58 13 8565 9.2720 Dragon Breath

Cold, so cold.

The icy air;

Devouring my soul.

I stand here alone.

So alone.

All by myself.

No one to cling to.
I miss my love,

My heart's keeper.

I can see my breath in the air,

Too cold.

When he shivers,

I want to comfort him.

Yet he is the one I can't reach.

Evil, power, death spinning around me.

Dragging me closer,

To the Dark Lord.

Corruption, pulling me.

Away from Harry.

My love.

My blood is getting colder,

I can't breathe.

Harry, save me.

I can't awaken from this horror.

I think I'm dying without you.

There, there is the light.

There is the calm in the storm.

Remember, when you see your breath,

In the cold frigid air,

I'm thinking of you…

~Draco's Thoughts~

"Draco… Draco…? DRACO! Please, oh gods wake up Draco! No! Don't! You… you can't die! WAKE UP DRACO!" Harry was shrieking at his dying boyfriend, who was lying on the bed in the hospital wing.

"Headmaster! I can't work with him like this!" Madam Pomfrey yelled over the boy's shouts.

"I'm sorry Harry, stupefy." Albus Dumbledore said, peering over his spectacles at the young man, crying for his lover to live, tears still streaming down his face.

Draco stirred slightly in his sleep, moaning. He had tried to kill himself this morning. He had received a letter from his father and had gone up to the prefects' bathroom.

***Flashback***

Draco was sitting next to Harry, with his arm around Harry's waist that morning at breakfast, sharing a bowl of porridge from him when the owls arrived.

"What does that bastard want now?" Draco sighed as a large eagle owl came swooping down by his cup of juice. Lately, Lucius had been badgering Draco to join Lord Voldemort's side. He still had no idea about his heir's relationship with the Potter boy.

That was all that Draco was to Lucius. An heir. Not a son, just something he could pass the family name to when he died. If he died. At the rate he was going, the Dark Lord could most likely find out how to live forever, become immortal.

Draco slipped open the letter and glanced at it, reading it over quickly, and a look of stricken panic washed over his beautiful face. "He knows. Harry, he knows. Someone told him…" Draco ran out of the Great Hall, a few Slytherin sixth years, among them was Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zanbini, who were now a couple, sniggering. They must have been the ones who had told Lucius Malfoy.

Harry looked slightly worried, but not incredibly so. Whatever happened, happened. The two lovers knew he would find out eventually. But then why would Draco be so upset?

~***~

Draco sat on his bed, mind numb. The letter  had a secret code in it, at the top it had a Dragon holding a wand. That was the secret message his father had told him to use when he needed to inform Draco of things that could be dangerous to Lucius if the letter was intercepted.

"Dissimulo." The rest of the writing appeared at the foot of the letter, and Draco gasped. "NO!" Almost mechanically, he opened his chest and pulled out a long silver dagger decorated with an ornate green dragon on the hilt. He slipped it into its case and then that into his pocket. Also he grabbed a charcoal pencil and a spare piece of parchment that had been lying around after the night before.

Draco liked to draw, and he was quite smashing at it as well. He had been drawing Harry last night, his sweet angel.

Draco quickly walked through the hallways into the Boy's Prefect Bathroom by Boris the Bewildered.

He filled the enormous bathtub with hot, scalding water as he wrote his good-bye letter. He felt horrible for doing this to his love, but it had to be done.

As he slipped into the burning water, he took the dagger and slashed open his left wrist with just a straight line, but on his right arm, he cut it as a lightening bolt, marking him as being Harry's even through death. And no one. Not even Lucius, could change that. A tear slowly made it's way down the Dragon's pale face.

He left the letter along with his farewell note.

~***~

Harry hadn't seen Draco in Potions class or even in the Hallways. Harry decided to check out Draco's dorm room, if that failed, he would go to the Prefect's Bathroom. Draco liked to go there when he was upset, as it was the place where Harry and he had fallen in love.

As Harry wandered to the Slytherin Entryway, he reminisced about that one moment.

***The two had been dating off and on for a few months then, and met u in the Prefect's Bathroom. Staring into each other's eyes they kissed, and they suddenly realized how they truly felt. That night was the first time they made love to each other.***

"Potter, where is Draco?" came the voice of Severus Snape as he approached the Common Room Entrance.

Snape had been considerably nicer to Harry since he and Draco had gotten together, but considering how much he had hated the boy before, that wasn't much.

"I'm not sure Professor. I was about to see if he was in his room…" Snape gave Harry a Look. Normally students were forbidden to go into another's common room, let alone dorms, but he said nothing about it.

"I should go in there. I'll be right back. If he is up there, you may go up there to talk to him." And the Professor whispered the password, "Snake Skin," and walked up the stairs.

A few moments later, Snape came down the stairs quickly. "He's not up there."

"Damn it…" Harry ran through the corridor, racing to the Prefect's bathroom. He had a bad feeling about that letter. Draco never missed Potions Class.

~***~

He opened the door to the Prefect's Bathroom, "Soap Suds." And walked in. He gasped audibly at the sight. His lover was paler than usual in the water, which was a sickly red color. "Draco!?" He dragged him out of the water and noticed the gashes on his arms, blood flowing from them freely.

Harry noticed two pieced of parchment by the pool and quickly snatched them up and tucked them into his pocket. He cast the 'Morbilicorpus' spell on Draco and ran as fast as he could to the Hospital Wing.

***Present***

Harry woke up on a bed in an unfamiliar room. There was a note on the door to the room, written in a loopy handwriting.

Harry,

Draco is still unconscious, but Madam Pomfrey needs to work on him without any distractions. Just stay in this room for a short while and I'll come and retrieve you soon. Harry, do not try to leave the room, you will only be wasting your time. It has a magic seal on it.

Apologetically,

           Albus Dumbledore.

Harry let out a frustrated cry and sat down onto the bed. He noticed something in his pocket and pulled out the two parchment pieces.

He looked first at the letter from Lucius to Draco.

Draco. I am very displeased with you. You are dating HARRY POTTER? You are lucky you are a Malfoy or I would be sending you a Howler at this very moment.

Lucius.

But underneath that, it had yet more writing, this time in a green ink, instead of black.

As soon as Summer comes around you will be receiving the lashing of a lifetime Draco. Do not expect to get out of this easily. The Dark Lord will be very angry with you. Perhaps you can win forgiveness by bringing the damn Potter boy to our Lord. You WILL be initiated as an actual Death Eater this summer. No escaping as you did last Holiday. I hope you are prepared to face the consequences Draco, Lord Voldemort will not be as forgiving as I will be.

Draco had told Harry how his father's 'beating's went. Many repeated uses of the Cruciatus Curse, and regular torture on old muggle torturing devices.

Harry opened up the folded note with Harry's name neatly written on the top.

Harry,

You have given me life, given me love, and given me hope. Harry, I love you, but this is too painful. I need to stop everything. All of this. I don't know what to do anymore. My world is crumbling, and it's hurting not only me, but you as well, and I love you too much to let this happen. I can't sell you to that bastard, and if I don't do this myself now, he will later on. I'm not brave like you my love, I'm so scared and it hurts too badly. I need to get this over with. Do me a favor, and let this happen Harry. Don't save me. This has to happen baby, and I'm so sorry.

I'll love you through life and death,

Draco.

Harry couldn't take it any longer, the stream of tears he had been holding back came flooding out and splashed onto the note. Harry fell asleep crying, dreaming of his Dragon, remembering how sweet his breath had always been when they kissed.