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A/N-This one is more from Draco's POV, and if things ever seem bright, remember that an eclipse has the most effect when the sun is brightest… And I noticed that there are over 100 hits, don't be scared of reviewing for my sake please…

TRASH

How did it start?

Well I don't know

I just feel the craving

I see flesh and it smells fresh

and it's just there for the taking

Oh god oh god oh god oh god- Draco's mind was racing, his heart was beating so hard it hurt, he felt his worlds shudder with each resounding hit, his rib cage felt to confining, his breathing was to hard- spots were beginning to appear. He had no control, it was all spiraling, the room as falling and his feet couldn't hold him any longer-

"Mr. Malfoy, hold still!" Madam Pomfrey snapped and then muttered a spell with her wand. Draco felt his world return to normal and then he fell to the floor.

"Oh god, why why why why-" Draco mumbled incoherently to himself. It made no sense and there was so very much blood on him. He stared dully at Harry who was pale and withdrawn, his stare was vacant and his eyes held nothing, nothing at all within them…

These little girls,

they make me feel so goddamn exhilarated

I fill them up, I can't give it up

To me, I'm just erasing

Draco stood as Madam Pomfrey left the room and walked over to Harry. For a moment he stared at him and then began to tremble.

"What the fuck were you thinking Potter? What is wrong with you?" Draco whispered, there was no vehemence in his voice, it was a whisper from a time where life was simpler, no more. He gently reached out to trace a line down Harry's face and felt a chill run through the core of his being.

This was wrong…

I tell my lies, and I despise

every second I'm with you

So I run away

and you still stay

So what the fuck is with you?

What had Potter meant, pain was how we defined ourselves? It was ludicrous, in incredibly false statement, right? What was wrong with Potter… Draco shifted his head and looked at Harry from a different angle, as if hoping to find something different within his face.

"It's odd just how become what we are isn't it?" A whisper spoke next to him and he whirled around.

"Who- what?" The whisper chuckled and a sense of great amusement permeated the air around him, and it stifled him. The fern by the window began to twist and turn until it had changed into a face, a green leafy face.

"Careful Draco, oh so careful, I'll not let you two escape your fate."

"I do not believe in fate." Draco dismissed the suggestion coldly.

"Oh my dear boy, when will you learn that it doesn't matter what you believe, but what those around you believe?" The ferns chuckled and then vanished, until the wall twisted into that same masking face.

"You are so very confused my dear child, why do ask these questions? Ah but humans must ever ask no? And yet- and yet-" The voice stalled and for a time silence held sway over the room. "Seek to find the grain of truth Draco, seek to find Twilight. And when you do, meet me where the walls are weak and journey to the other side, and then back again because there are millions of worlds, but in-between them, only Twilight…" the voice sang in an odd lyrical manner that made Draco's skin crawl.

"Until then, don't let the ice consume you…" The voice sighed and drifted and the wall fell to normal. And then he was alone, with Harry again.

Your feelings

I can't help but rape them

I'm sorry, I don't feel the same

My heart inside is constantly hating

I'm sorry, I just throw you away

"Dra-Draco?" Harry mumbled and Draco jumped, what the fuck was with this day? Last night and now… He couldn't even remember getting Harry down here, but he must have…

"You fucking IDIOT!" Draco bellowed, as his anger and confusion ran to the forefront of his emotions. "What the hell did you think you were doing you fucking moron!" He screamed at Harry, Harry looked terrified and as Draco yelled Harry began to look odd…

I don't know why I'm so fucking cold

I don't know why its hurts me

All I wanna is get with you and make the pain go away

Why do I have a conscience?

All it does is fuck with me

Why do I have this torment?

All I wanna do is fuck it away

Draco wanted Harry then, he looked more alone and afraid then Draco had ever seen, and there was something so sensual and sexual about Harry when he looked frightened, something that made his blood run like magma, something that burned in the back of his throat and in his loins, something so primal and wild it was the beast in him.

"Potter, you're a fool." Draco was enraged, the foolish bastard could have gotten him, him, Draco Malfoy expelled! He looked at Harry and missed the odd frightened insane quality in Harry's eyes, only saw his face and his delicious face and smelled his scent, wild breezes and sweat, and something intangible that drove him wild all the same.

"Potter, be with me." Harry had nearly died and Draco just couldn't help himself, he needed Harry so intensely he hurt when Harry wasn't around him, it was lust of course, it could be nothing else, a Malfoy didn't fall in love with such a goody two shoes. Harry began to laugh slowly, and then his face turned serious, so quickly that it was beyond unnatural, it was a perversion of nature.

"OH Draco, when will you learn, now I must do it again, but this time I think I'll go out at the height of orgasm. I want you to fuck me Draco-" Harry rose out of bed and suddenly was pinning Draco against the wall with a strength that a convalescent shouldn't have, super human strength.

"And I want to ride out this life at the tip of my orgasm as you hurt me more deeply than humanly possible, make me be alive as I die Draco, it's more than anyone has ever done for me." Harry whispered fiercely and kissed Draco with a passion that was unmatched, it was raw hot and wild. He sucked life out of Draco's lungs and found it to be intoxicating.

"Take me out of this world Draco, and make it good…" A soft coo full of madness, it was the doorway to another place, and it scared Draco.

I tell my lies, and I despise every second I'm with you

So I run away and you still stay

So what the fuck is with you?

Your feelings

I can't help but rape them

I'm sorry, I don't feel the same

My heart inside is constantly hating

I'm sorry, I just throw you away

"What is wrong with you Potter?" Draco finally said as he tore his lips away from Harry's sweet hot mouth. God Harry made him hot and horny, but this… Draco didn't truly have morals anymore, they were buried under years of masks that shielded him from his mother and his life in general. Lucius was actually quite kind when not in public, but Narcissa… She was the ice goddess, the Bride of Voldemort when the time came, something that Lucius had long ago acknowledged.

But this, this was wrong, it was worse than anything Draco had ever seen, it felt dirty in a way that crawled beneath his skin and made him want to cry out and scrape the very flesh from his body.

I tell my lies, and I despise

every second I'm with you

So I run away

and you still stay

So what the fuck is with you?

"No." It was hard, the hardest thing that Draco had ever done, to reject Harry, but he couldn't… He didn't want to explain it, didn't want to explore it, but actually killing, damaging someone like that, Draco felt sickened, so sickened he almost retched then and there, it was disgusting to him, it repelled him deeply…

Harry stared at him, lost and alone, what was going on? Pain had left, Draco was leaving, his life was gone, shamble ruins burning need Desire Want FRUSTRATION ANGER HURT RAGE! Loneliness…

Your feelings

I can't help but rape them

I'm sorry, I don't feel the same

My heart inside is constantly hating

I'm sorry, I just throw you away

And Draco stormed from the room, leaving Harry to collapse on his knees, delirious and broken, his mind and spirit gone… He twitched and fell to the floor, and his mind was cracked, and far away Voldemort snapped his neck as a surge of raw insanity caused his body to fall down a long flight of stairs.

Just throw you away

I am alone, Harry thought, God I never thought it would be so cold…

REDEMPTION

"Severus, can you cure him?" Dumbledore asked softly. His robes were blue today, blue and deep, they were like the iciest arctic ocean and looked cold and warm at the same time, his ancient face was creased with sorrow, and yet a tinge of relief. They had good reason for relief.

"I don't know." Severus replied softly. His hands trembled as he caressed his arm, and he looked at it again, he still couldn't believe it. It was clean, the Dark Mark was gone, Voldemort was dead… The greatest Dark Wizard of the century, the heir to the power of Salazar Slytherin, was dead. A wizard that had conquered death once, and had held thousands upon thousands of wizards and witched under the clammy grip of raw panic was dead, of having his neck snapped.

Severus vaguely remembered taking Dumbledore there, to where Voldemort had died, they had captured Pettigrew who had been in shock over his master's death. Along with the rest of the Order of the Phoenix and Fudge, the great bumbling oaf, they had proof that Sirius Black was innocent, had captured a few high-ranking Death Eaters and had secured Voldemort's body. Dumbledore had taken his wand, and Snape wondered what he would do with it.

Over the summer the disappearances had been- well Fudge had come crawling back to Dumbledore by the beginning of the school, and was due to be ousted for his failure to protect the wizarding world. Aside from internal pressure, there was external, none of the other ministries wished for such incompetence in their English counterpart.

"But I can damn well try." Dumbledore nodded, it was the most they could ask of any of them.

"Harry, oh god Harry-" Hermione choked. The tears were running thick down her cheeks, she couldn't believe it. Harry lay there, his eyes open, he was breathing, but aside from that he was catatonic. Madam Pomfrey had cast a charm that kept his eyes moist, but aside from that there was nothing they could do yet. Hermione turned and collapsed into Ron's arms.

Ron sat there, holding Hermione in his lap and staring at his friend.

"Why Harry? What happened? Why did you do this to yourself?" Ron mumbled into Hermione's hair. He felt one gnarled old hand place itself gently on his shoulder.

"Do not worry Ron, we will do all we can to help Harry. I have place a call to St. Mungo's and as you heard, each member of the staff is conspiring to find a way to help Harry, and you too can do your part as well. Since both of you do very well with finding things, have these." Dumbledore gave them two worn stones that felt warm in Ron's hand, they both had an odd rune carved into them.

"These will allow you to portkey to the teacher's library anytime you need to for research, and allow you access to any book from the Restricted Section, I trust you will use them well." Ron nodded and Hermione stood up.

"Yes-" She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes, which were puffy and red from crying. "We will help Harry, no matter what, come on Ron." She grabbed her stone and concentrated before vanishing. Ron did the same and Dumbledore sighed and looked at Harry.

"When will you come out Harry-" Dumbledore began before stopping. He looked at Harry a little closer and then leaned back to close his eyes. For a second the room seemed to twist around him and space seemed to bend inward-

"Oh my."

Lucius slammed a hand into the door, hard. It hurt, it felt good.

"DAMN!" He yelled. Narcissa had just- HE HATED THAT WOMAN! He pulled out his wand and began hexing things left and right, this room was specially stocked with breakable things that held no value, the elves could have it back and neat within minutes of any member of the family needing to use it, but this time Lucius was blasting holes in the wall. Magic ran strong in the Malfoy blood, and Lucius was no exception, he was a powerful wizard in his own right, certainly not as weak as his son or as choppy as his wif-

"DAMN HER!" And power exploded from his wand and the room shook. This was not magic casting, this was not spells. Every wizard has the ability in times of great stress to cast magic with just want, when the need was great enough… Very few wizards throughout the course of history had ever learned to control it.

Merlin, Hufflepuff herself, Dumbledore, Nicholas Flamel, Voldemort, Slytherin himself, Ravenclaw herself… He reflected with a certain amount of satisfaction that Griffyndor had never had the ability. Of course, Griffyndor had other strengths…

"Speaking of which…" Nothing was hidden from Lucius, he held strings that not even Voldemort had been aware of, he had known from the start that Voldemort might lose, and had prepared accordingly. Everything Lucius did was a coldly calculate assault, or an order from a superior, like that bitch-

"Damn you Narcissa-" He started again and stopped. The Dark Lord was dead. He held no more power over Lucius and therefore, neither did she… He smiled, now he could concentrate on gaining true power, and finally gain something that lead to true power, respect.

But first he had to deal with his son, and what his son had been doing to the Potter boy. Lucius frowned and leaned back, Draco was becoming far to, ruthless, for his tastes, he would have to soften the boy. A gentle touch was always preferable to a stern one, a gentle touch was oh so subtler and ultimately required more intellect, and almost always yielded better results.

This would require a very gentle touch, he rose up and went to the library, he bet there was one book he had that Dumbledore would never be caught possessing. He smiled as he found it, locked on its pedestal with chains and magic seals. He took a small plate and heated it to a dull cherry with a simple spell. He then levitated it onto a pedestal, and placed a small amount of oil and rosemary on it.

And then he carefully cut a small incision in his palm, and dripped a little blood on it before healing his hand. The mixture swirled and suddenly the chains dropped from the book and it opened. Lucius sighed, and prepared for a battle.

The Grimiore of Mentis Tempero was outlawed in many wizarding countries, although many high-ranking officials kept copies and careful tabs kept on them. Many had been destroyed after Grindewald's rise to power using many of its spells of control, spells that made Imperio look weak and petty. These were spells that could inspire fierce loyalty that the subject didn't even know they were being enchanted. The require power though, power that very few had. Lucius held that power, for he had bested the book once, and knew some of its secrets.

The book fought him still though, as he tried to read it he could feel his mind grow weary and unfocused, the book was seeking to control him. He beat it back with his willpower and read until he found what he sought.

"Yes, this should help the old Muggle Loving Fool." Lucius growled, and sighed. The things he did for his son…

Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as he actually preferred, sat in his cell in Azkaban, and his mind stewed. His master was dead, his life was gone, Sirius would be a free man soon and he- he would get the Dementors. He could already feel sadness and despair overwhelming him and he clenched his silver hand tightly. He felt alone, desperately alone-

And then angry. His anger manifested itself, and he violently screamed and flailed about his cell, the anger giving him strength and burning his mind clear of the power of the Dementors. Outside his cell the Dementors watched him, and then one opened the cell. They spread apart, and Wormtail smiled.

"Thank you my friends, soon I shall reward you beyond what even Voldemort could imagine." The Dementors seemed to confer and then one of them offered him his wand. Peter took it and stared at it and then shook his head slowly.

"No, I think that this won't do at all." He looked up at them.

"I must request one last favor, lend me power my friends, please." The Dementors suddenly looked uncertain until Peter transfigured a small rock into a knife and cut his silver hand. The knife couldn't penetrate at first so he cast another spell on it, and when it did he felt no pain, but silvery blood gushed forth from the wound. And then-

"Now!" He shouted and the Dementors pushed their power into him, it was raw magical energy and Peter cried out-

He stared at his hand gleefully, and the burning wand that glowed in his forearm.

"Release the prisoners, and I shall deal with the guards, let the Rising begin."

And then there were only shadows…

Shout Outs-

Tini- Sorry, it didn't make me think of Lucius, but I'm including him, that song was actually the one I was listening to and thought that I should make a song-fic out of it, but then I listened to Dirty, and it worked better for the first chapter.

Mizzy- I learned a new word! Elegiac! And I shall continue, and I think that I shall be off to review your new chapter now.

Jivanna- Hey there you go, some Draco POV along with a couple other bonuses, hope you enjoyed it.

T.K. Yuy- Of course I plan on continuing it, and thanks for those adjectives, they are feeding the furnace of ideas I have burning holes in my head and leaking onto the hard-drive.

Anne- Thank you, it's nice to know that is as depressing as I tried to make it. Darker then black, ok there's another idea…

Thank you everyone for your reviews!

A/N- I will probably churn out a couple more chapters quickly and then they'll come more slowly. But the more reviews I get the more fueled I feel, although I'll keep writing no matter what. But reviews are so nice…