Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or Korn, Harry Potter, Terry Pratchett's books or Adema.

A/N- Hmm… I don't know? Well if you lose hope, remember that sunlight has the most affect right after the eclipse, cheesy but just remember that. And my spell-check won't work so if there are spelling mistakes will you email me or leave them in the reviews? Thank you!

GIVING IN

Harry tossed and turned in his bed, his body was sweating hard, and he was breathing fast and furious. His mouth was wide open and his tongue was dried out, his skin shone with a furious sheen of just wetness. His black hair was matted to his head and his eyes were wide open, tears falling out of them freely, their brilliant emerald shine was no dull and vacant.

But the most disturbing of all was that his scar was glowing a furious deep red. It was the red of dried blood encrusted on sand, and it was a terrible color.

Inside his own mind Harry was trapped, why was he still alive? Why all of this? He should have died; Draco should have let him die. He couldn't face anything now, the darkness was all consuming. Why couldn't they let him die, Voldemort was dead he'd served his purpose right?

Right?

Will you, walk me

To the edge again?

Shaking, lonely, and I am drinking again

Woke up tonight and no one's here with me

I'm giving in to you

Draco couldn't sleep, something was tearing him up inside, he hurt in a way that he couldn't place. DAMN IT! He swore to himself furiously and tossed the covers aside, relishing the feel of the cool air of the dorm room flowing over his pale skin.

His pale skin covered in blood-

"Wha-" He choked out, there was blood all over him, all over his hands all over his legs his body… And suddenly Harry was there, his ass resting solidly with Draco inside him, Harry facing him. He was crying and smiling and he was bleeding, and the blood.

The blood was everywhere and Draco was drowning in and then Harry leaned in to kiss him and-

He awoke and his bare flesh crawled as he shuddered at the images that had beset him. He tossed and turned, his skin was hot and the covers were smothering him. He finally flung them off and made his way out of the dorm. He began to walk, his bare feet padding softly on the floor.

From the shadows Argus Filch watched him pass, and grimaced. He had specific orders not to stop Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger from going anywhere until Harry was better.

Take me under

I'm giving in to you

I'm dying tonight

I'm giving in to you

Draco didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to get away, god he could smell it on his skin, could feel it within his bones. It was buried deep within him and covered him. He felt suddenly nauseous and stopped to bend over and clutch his stomach. God it hurt.

How could someone love pain? It just- it hurt. Draco couldn't understand it, and yet whenever he tried to think of something else, green eyes broke into his thoughts…

Watch me crumble

I'm giving in to you

I'm crying tonight

I'm giving in to you

Harry tossed again, his body spasming, as his broken mind retreated further in upon itself. The world began to change, the darkness became shapes, there were colors and suddenly it all stopped. It became a wasteland, and Harry stood in the middle of it.

And then it began to freeze. It got cold and ice crept around on the ground, slowly choking the last vestige of warmth except the ground surrounding Harry. Harry looked at the ice, and saw it for what it was, saw it for the loneliness it represented. It was the antipathy of life, it was antithesis of feeling, it was nothingness.

Caught up, in life

Losing all my friends

Family has tried, to heal all my addictions

Tragic it seems, to be alone again

I'm giving in to you

It was a blessing, and Harry gave into it.

In the room around him, tiny icicles formed on his body, his temperature lowering to dangerous levels.

And he smiled.

Take me under

I'm giving in to you

I'm dying tonight

I'm giving in to you

Draco was struck with urgency, he knew he had to hurry, he didn't know why, but he had to go, had to-

"Oh god." Those eyes were back, those emerald eyes, green glacial meadows that blinded with their soft shadows, Draco was entranced, and he knew who it was.

"Harry." He whispered and ran to the infirmary as fast as he could.

Watch me crumble

I'm giving in to you

I'm crying tonight

I'm giving in to you

Lucius tossed the shot back, and settled into the warm chair, the fire crackling before him as he tied the robe tighter around himself. God it felt cold in here all of a sudden.

His thoughts of course drifted to Draco, his precious boy… Draco was- Lucius couldn't explain it, Draco was going to everything he never could, he would kill anyone that stood in his son's way. Oh sure he had been a little harsh with the boy, Draco had always needed more backbone. He had a true gift for ruthlessness and nastiness in general, along with an ambition that put Lucius to shame.

He only needed time, to be cultivated into a great and powerful wizard. But this… Lucius was no stranger to, unpleasant, activities. He had killed before, killed innocents, tortured them long past the boundaries of anything resembling humanity. He couldn't redeem himself from those, incidents, but he could damn well make sure Draco was safe from it all…

"What will you be Draco?" Lucius whispered, and tossed another shot back and let the warmth of the alcohol spread through him.

(Oh fuck)

Ron clutched his pillow to his chest. God he worried about Harry, Harry was his best friend. Sure he and Hermione were gret buddies, but Harry… Harry meant more to him than he'd ever let on. He had even had a crush on Harry for a while, but realized that something about the two of them just seemed… Off in some way.

Ron drifted into a form of sleep, and then was bombarded by the strangest image. Harry was standing in the midst of an ice land, the ground twisted into bizarre shapes that cast horrible shadows on the ground. It made him feel uncomfortable to say the least. And then the ice crept past him, but didn't touch him, he didn't want it.

And then it reach Harry. Harry stared at it and Ron opened his mouth to call out to him, but was stopped.

"Hush boy, this is his choice, you can only take action after he has decided." A voice spoke, and Ron looked wildly around him for it. Then he looked to Harry who had a second ago been standing in the middle of an unfrozen spot.

He was glued to the spot as he watched the ice creep up the body of his greatest friend, and cried at the expression on Harry's face.

He was smiling in pure ecstacy.

I look forward, to dying tonight

Drinks still on myself, life's harder every day

The stress has got me

I'm giving in

Giving

Giving in now!

Ice, there was ice everywhere! Harry could feel himself being pushed into a vast pit where feelings were gone. He could hear a thumping though, an endless thumping that annoyed him, he couldn't concentrate, he couldn't become absolutely cold, he couldn't freeze, the thumping was still going on.

He needed it to stop. He willed the thumping to stop, willed the ice to crawl all over him, his mind broke and-

Harry died

Take me under

(I'm killing all the faith)

I'm dying tonight

(I'm sick of all that faith)

Watch me crumble

(I'm killing all the faith)

I'm crying tonight

Draco skidded into Harry's room, and stared at the cold dead body of the boy, and froze. Pain fear anger grief- they all welled up within him, and Draco keened a great cry of sorrow.

I'm giving in to you

Take me under

I'm giving in to you

I'm dying tonight

I'm giving in to you

Watch me crumble

I'm giving in to you

I'm crying tonight

He collapsed weakly against Harry, and held those beautiful cold hands to his cheek, his tears cascading over them. Why did this boy mean so much to him? He had been a good fuck yes and yet… Draco just didn't want anymore pain, didn't want anything more, didn't want any of this. Harry was gone, gone dead…

I'm giving in to you

Take me under

I'm giving in to you

I'm dying tonight

I'm giving in to you

Draco cried once more, and then stopped, he'd only been there a couple seconds, and then he took out a slender dagger from his waist, and quickly slashed his wrists, and watched the blood cascade down his slender white wrists, the deepest crimson that he'd ever seen, it was fascinating-

He collapsed into a timeless sleep.

Sometimes fate is very cruel…

A/N- You didn't think I'd end it right there did you?

FINDING

"How is he?"

"He's doing fine Mr. Malfoy-"

"Then let me in to see him." A moment of silence.

"Mr. Malfoy, he is-"

"I said let me in to see him." Lucius Malfoy's voice held a promise of threats that shouldn't be heard by people that wished to keep any shred of sanity. Madam Pomfrey could stand up to any number of people. She was almost immune to the charms of students, if they ever pulled some sort of authority trip with her they would find themselves out of there fast. She could stall up teachers, had pushed back the Minister of magic himself! She had even gotten stern with Headmaster Dumbledore, and yet-

One look into the cold hard eyes of Lucius Malfoy told her that this man wouldn't take anything less than yes for an answer.

"If you want, you can keep an eye on me, I'll even leave the fucking door open." She gasped.

"Mr. Malfoy! Such language-" He grabbed her arm.

"I am no longer a student Ms. Pomfrey, do not think I am." Lucius growled before tossing her arm out of his hand, and opening the door. Inside was his son, Draco, lying prone on the bed, and on the next bed over was a boy, nothing more than a boy. A boy who looked, frozen, who looked so very peaceful… Lucius had seen many scary things in his life, and this struck him in the very heart of his soul.

"Dear god boy, what has been done to you?" He whispered and then shook his head. He knew damn well what had been done to the boy, he'd been part of it. He pushed the screams of those he'd killed to the side of his mind, and went to his son.

Draco looked nothing more than troubled. His brow was furrowed and his face scrunched with concern and pain left lines on his pale beautiful face. Lucius gently traced a line down his son's face, and then sighed.

He picked up one of Draco's wrists and looked at the angry red line across it. He would let Draco live with it for a time before getting a real medi-wizard to remove it. Lucius would have stalked out again, but then Snape came in followed by-

She was beautiful, her hair was just so and her eyes sparkled with mischief and her very walk made Lucius feel a tingle in his loins. His eeys grazed on her beauty like starved beasts, until he regained absolute control of himself.

"Severus." He nodded and then left. Snape watched him go and shook his head. Fleur looked at him.

"Who was that? Snape almost smiled, Fleur spoke French in an almost husky way, it was very appealing.

"He is Lucius Malfoy, one of the most dangerous men you'll ever meet." He looked at Harry. "Damn it Potter what have you done to yourself?"

"Ah Severus you're here!" Dumbledore breezed gently in the doorway followed by Madam Pomfrey.

"Is he gone?" She asked tremulously. Snape nodded. She sighed in relief and went back out. Snape turned an accusing gaze to Dumbledore.

"What happened Albus? Why is Draco here?" Dumbledore sighed, and his face creased with great pain and sorrow.

"Last night Mr. Malfoy was tormented by images and dreams about Harry. Ronald Weasley was subjected to dreams that Harry himself was living through, as was Hermione Granger, they both told me this morning. I myself I must admit was woken last night when I felt something was wrong. Harry had died." Snape and Fleur widened their eyes. "I got here within a couple seconds, but not before young Draco had slit his wrist." He cast a sad glance at the silvery head of Draco Malfoy.

"We were lucky, Harry was, as Muggles say, only clinically dead, I merely had to jolt his heart again, and then get him warm, as the most curious thing had happened to him. He had frost growing on him." Dumbledore trailed off. "Mr. Malfoy it was a simple measure of healing his wrists and giving him a potion that would put him into a sleep where his body could heal much quicker than normal." Dumbledore looked at the two of them.

"Now, do you have the coma breaker?" He asked. Fleur took out a small vial with what looked like mercury in it, but it sparkled in an odd way and caught the light so that it looked like gold mixed within the silver. She went over to Harry and parted his lips gently to pour the potion down his throat. Snape pointed his wand at Harry and muttered something and Harry swallowed the potion.

Fleur stepped back, and they watched. For a moment nothing happened, and then Harry's eyes opened, beautiful green that was as bewitching as it was hypnotic.

And were as scary as the depths of hell.

Harry looked at all of them, a crazed smile crafted across his face, and a delighted lost pained expression in his eyes. Fleur looked away and turned into Snape, putting her pretty head in the crook of his neck and shoulders. Snape looked unsure and then cautiously put his arms around her. Harry's face darkened.

Dumbledore stepped forward and looked Harry in the eye.

"Harry, Voldemort is-'

"Dead, I am well aware of that Headmaster." Harry said coldly. "Wormtail has taken his position and has actually freed Azkaban and taken control of the Dementors, which means I must kill him too." Dumbledore's eyes widened.

"Harry-"

"Ah Headmaster…" Harry said as if he was speaking to a child, an amused expression on his face. "I have finally realized I cannot die until I fulfill what is expected of me, I must kill Peter to rest fully." He hopped out of bed and gave Dumbledore a look that chilled him to the very core of his heart.

"I hope you realize this changes nothing." And then Harry left the room. Dumbledore sighed and sat down on the bed. Snape stroked Fleur's hair softly, and felt the warmth from her conflict with the cold fear that Harry's word struck in him.

"Harry!" Ron shouted and ran to grab The Boy Who Lived into a gigantic bear hug. Harry didn't move, just looked at Ron. Ron's smile faded until he looked confused.

"What?" He asked. Harry smirked.

"Ron, this is for your own sake, don't get to attached to me again. Just pretend I did get to sleep." And then he left. Ron stared at Harry, and felt tears rush to his face, what was going on? He collapsed to his knees and held his head.

"Oh god Harry…"

The dark crept like insidious death across the town of Hogsmeade. It slunk up the streets and into the buildings. Lucius watched it and then turned to look at the castle. He looked at the book in his hand, and sighed.

The book in question was chained tight, it was a pure white book with a small eye on the front. If one looked close enough at the eye, it almost looked as if it moved, but one could never be totally sure.

Lucius took a swig from a bottle in his hand and then marched up to the castle, the Octavo burning cold in his hand.

Narcissa stared out at the stars, they were such cruel things. How could they shine with that light when her life was over? Her husband didn't love her, and her only protection was gone. Narcissa was not a good witch, oh she was definitely not a Squib, but she wasn't on Lucius' level. Nowhere near…

All she had were connections, her beauty and her mind. Voldemort himself had been amazed at how adept she was in figuring out the most complicated riddles and plans. She needed to leave now, and she had to get to somewhere safe. She knew exactly where too. She'd planned for this, the time that Voldemort might die, and she would have to flee. She had planned, and now it was time to enact it.

She went inside to her room and opened a drawer. She picked out a ring and tapped it against a portrait above the fireplace. It was her and Lucius, both looking deliriously happy. She wondered where the happiness had gone, and then shrugged. The portrait moved and she smiled, the best place to hide anything was right in someone's face…

Behind the portrait was solid marble, just like the rest of the room, but she tapped her wand in the middle of the largest block three times, and then whispered, "Cruentas." And she smiled at her private joke. Inside were several bottles of deep red liquid, she quickly reached past them for a small golden ball. She then whispered a phrase and then it expanded to the size of a basketball. She then took a bottle and pushed it into the ball. It went in and didn't come out. She did this for every bottle and then closed the portrait.

She then shrunk the ball and placed it in her pocket on her robe. She then sealed the pocket so that it would fall out. After that she stepped to the window and jumped out.

The wind swept through the room, and made the windows rattle and small objects in the room fall over. Outside a small bat flew into the night, and it was smiling…

Shout Outs-

DragonSoul- A bit strange! Hmph… Damn it is weird isn't it? Weird and twisted… But as long as you like it that's what matters!

Jivanna- Well I don't know quite where this is going but I intend for it to be shorter and less involved than AD, but I think that a sequel for this may be in order…

SophieB.- Thanks for pointing out specific things that you liked, the whistling thing caught me a little by surprise when I wrote it, and I'm glad you liked it as I thought it sort of represented Lucius on a deeper level or something similar to that… Anyway I hope your confusion is eased a little, although I probably just made it worse…

Sarai- Well I did intend for this to be twisted and to make it very dark, so I hope the nightmares aren't too bad, they'll only get worse before they get better.

Emma- Well I just dashed your anti-suicide hopes big time didn't I? I'm glad you still think this is powerful, I work pretty hard on it, and the music I listen to really compliments the mood.

Gwen- Thanks, I like the switch too.

Mizzy- What? No new word? I liked that newest thing you just put out, the Dungeons one, very enjoyable and I want to see more of it so back to work! Snape will get happiness, more than anyone else at any rate… Snape deserves a lot of credit and he's so fun to write!

Silver Hawk- A 9 eh? Well that's pretty damn good so I'll take it and frame it. And it's Awesome, just so you know ^_^ and thanks for the bloody brilliant, I love that phrase…

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