~Watching Diamond~
By: Lone Draco
Chapter 14 - Mirrors With Unwanted Reflections
Rating: R
Disclaimer: *growls * I hand all rights to Ms. Rowling.
Author Note: Well, I'm going to get back to one or two chapters a week as I am trying to finish this fic on the day it began one year later. Please review because it really does fuel the author to write more.
Harry: Lovely, we get to be free right?
LD: Maybe.
290: Just start!
LD: OKAY! Go bite something.
With no further ado.
~Watching Diamond~ Chapter 14-Mirrors With Unwanted Reflections
Harry's heart seemed to be stuck in his throat as he did everything in his power to get the man in his arms to stay in the living world. He prayed, pleaded and used what powers he had to keep Draco alive as the seconds ticked past and the sound of running footsteps grew louder. 30 seconds after Draco had drawn his last breath, a span of time, which seemed to be all of eternity for the Gryffindor by his side, Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey burst through the wooden door.
Dumbledore fell to his knees beside his students and placed a hand on Draco's forehead, his power flowing about him in a way Harry had only seen once in his lifetime. The aged nurse bustled around behind the headmaster doing her best to create a makeshift hospital of the dungeon-like room. Harry watched the activity unfold with a glassy gaze as he held the blonde haired dragon in his arms, his entire being fixed on the chest that held the life of his beloved.
Suddenly with a gasp Draco's eyes flashed open and he leapt forward his eyes wide with terror, his breath ragged from fear. He leaned to his side and coughed once, blood spilling onto the cobbled floor. Harry's arms encircled his lover and he pulled the young man around to face him.
"Draco.Draco love, can you hear me?" The blonde boy tried to nod but found the world spun insanely when he tried to do so. He coughed once again, the blood falling from his mouth to fall on his boyfriend's robes. He felt the power of Dumbledore envelop him as he was lifted and placed onto the bed, which had been made from a cot that the Medic witch had conjured. Harry was up seconds after him, his entire face lined with worry, his green eyes sparked with fear for the man he loved. Draco tried to comfort him but found himself more exhausted than he had ever felt before; he blinked slightly, his lids growing heavy.
"Sleep Draco, Harry won't leave your side," he felt his lover's hand take his own and he drifted off into a dreamless world of rest.
*******
The sun cast ghostly rays as it made its first appearance through the single window of the room. The single beam that danced on his face woke Harry who instantly looked up at the body he had fallen asleep next to. The slytherin was breathing the normal, deep breaths of sleep, his eyes fluttering slightly. Harry sighed his relief, and reached up a hand to rub his aching neck.
From below him Draco stirred, his stormy eyes blinking open in the pale light to rest on Harry's features. The raven-haired man was surprised to still see the traces of terror and fear lingering in his loved one's eyes.
"Tell me what you saw Draco," he pleaded quietly, his heart going out to his dragon who lay before him. Draco balked slightly, his eyes growing wide before he squeezed Harry's hand and relaxed slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, and found that the words would not come. Gulping slightly he tried again, beginning to relive the nightmare of his death once again.
// He stared down a long tunnel, his eyes blank and lifeless as his boot- clad feet began to take him forward, seemingly without his consent. The cobbled stone beneath him echoed around the brick tunnel, and the light before him seemed to grow dimmer with each step he took.
Suddenly his father stood before him, livid with rage and smiling demonically at the decedent of his own flesh. "Ahh, my son. My only son." His voice was sickeningly sweet and coaxing, and the younger Malfoy found himself drawn to those unspoken promises like a moth to the flame. "You lover can't save you now, now that you have given your soul to me. A soul, which was never yours in the first place. My dear boy, oh the pain you've escaped.the times you got away from me, not now though. Not now. Come to me Draco, come to me my son,"
Though his self fought those false words he still came closer to his father, his eyes beginning to fill with fear and rage. But his feet seemed to be on a trek of their own making and he found himself drawing closer to the one man he truly hated.
"Yes Draco, let me show you the pain you have escaped." Suddenly Draco found himself in a dark alleyway, his cloak trailing behind him, his face cut by the sharp, cold wind. Before him lay a beaten and bruised body; all that was visible was the black hair. Messy black hair matted with blood. Draco gasped and tried to walk towards his lover, his entire soul fighting the force that held him, he seemed simply not strong enough to beat that force. He watched agape as a dark figure slid from the shadows and walked up to the body, laughing a cruel, inhuman laugh that made Draco shiver from head to toe.
"Ahhh, Harry Potter. Beaten at last by the man he tried to defeat so many times. Beaten and bruised and without love. Why Harry? Why are you without your lover now? It's dark and your lover is far away, with another, leaving you to die alone in the cold." Draco tried to scream out, to deny the claims that Voldemort was making against him, trying with all his strength to do something, anything that would save his lover.
Harry tried to rise, his knees not supporting his wait. He slumped back down, looking lost and defeated. He cast a final look around him as Voldemort raised his wand; Harry caught a glance of Draco and locked eyes with him. Draco saw the pain and betrayal and the forlorn look in those eyes before the green light ripped into his lover's back and Harry fell to the cobbled stones with a pain-filled gasp. His fall echoed by the sound of evil laughter that ripped through the winter night and stung Draco's heart..
~TBC
EN: Well? Was it worth it? I hope so, please please review! It makes all the difference in the end. Next chapter will be up shortly (by next Tuesday) love you all!
Draco: Stupid author, making everything so angsty!
LD: shut up so you don't scare off the readers
290: Please take the two seconds, click that bar and review!
Disclaimer: *growls * I hand all rights to Ms. Rowling.
Author Note: Well, I'm going to get back to one or two chapters a week as I am trying to finish this fic on the day it began one year later. Please review because it really does fuel the author to write more.
Harry: Lovely, we get to be free right?
LD: Maybe.
290: Just start!
LD: OKAY! Go bite something.
With no further ado.
~Watching Diamond~ Chapter 14-Mirrors With Unwanted Reflections
Harry's heart seemed to be stuck in his throat as he did everything in his power to get the man in his arms to stay in the living world. He prayed, pleaded and used what powers he had to keep Draco alive as the seconds ticked past and the sound of running footsteps grew louder. 30 seconds after Draco had drawn his last breath, a span of time, which seemed to be all of eternity for the Gryffindor by his side, Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey burst through the wooden door.
Dumbledore fell to his knees beside his students and placed a hand on Draco's forehead, his power flowing about him in a way Harry had only seen once in his lifetime. The aged nurse bustled around behind the headmaster doing her best to create a makeshift hospital of the dungeon-like room. Harry watched the activity unfold with a glassy gaze as he held the blonde haired dragon in his arms, his entire being fixed on the chest that held the life of his beloved.
Suddenly with a gasp Draco's eyes flashed open and he leapt forward his eyes wide with terror, his breath ragged from fear. He leaned to his side and coughed once, blood spilling onto the cobbled floor. Harry's arms encircled his lover and he pulled the young man around to face him.
"Draco.Draco love, can you hear me?" The blonde boy tried to nod but found the world spun insanely when he tried to do so. He coughed once again, the blood falling from his mouth to fall on his boyfriend's robes. He felt the power of Dumbledore envelop him as he was lifted and placed onto the bed, which had been made from a cot that the Medic witch had conjured. Harry was up seconds after him, his entire face lined with worry, his green eyes sparked with fear for the man he loved. Draco tried to comfort him but found himself more exhausted than he had ever felt before; he blinked slightly, his lids growing heavy.
"Sleep Draco, Harry won't leave your side," he felt his lover's hand take his own and he drifted off into a dreamless world of rest.
*******
The sun cast ghostly rays as it made its first appearance through the single window of the room. The single beam that danced on his face woke Harry who instantly looked up at the body he had fallen asleep next to. The slytherin was breathing the normal, deep breaths of sleep, his eyes fluttering slightly. Harry sighed his relief, and reached up a hand to rub his aching neck.
From below him Draco stirred, his stormy eyes blinking open in the pale light to rest on Harry's features. The raven-haired man was surprised to still see the traces of terror and fear lingering in his loved one's eyes.
"Tell me what you saw Draco," he pleaded quietly, his heart going out to his dragon who lay before him. Draco balked slightly, his eyes growing wide before he squeezed Harry's hand and relaxed slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, and found that the words would not come. Gulping slightly he tried again, beginning to relive the nightmare of his death once again.
// He stared down a long tunnel, his eyes blank and lifeless as his boot- clad feet began to take him forward, seemingly without his consent. The cobbled stone beneath him echoed around the brick tunnel, and the light before him seemed to grow dimmer with each step he took.
Suddenly his father stood before him, livid with rage and smiling demonically at the decedent of his own flesh. "Ahh, my son. My only son." His voice was sickeningly sweet and coaxing, and the younger Malfoy found himself drawn to those unspoken promises like a moth to the flame. "You lover can't save you now, now that you have given your soul to me. A soul, which was never yours in the first place. My dear boy, oh the pain you've escaped.the times you got away from me, not now though. Not now. Come to me Draco, come to me my son,"
Though his self fought those false words he still came closer to his father, his eyes beginning to fill with fear and rage. But his feet seemed to be on a trek of their own making and he found himself drawing closer to the one man he truly hated.
"Yes Draco, let me show you the pain you have escaped." Suddenly Draco found himself in a dark alleyway, his cloak trailing behind him, his face cut by the sharp, cold wind. Before him lay a beaten and bruised body; all that was visible was the black hair. Messy black hair matted with blood. Draco gasped and tried to walk towards his lover, his entire soul fighting the force that held him, he seemed simply not strong enough to beat that force. He watched agape as a dark figure slid from the shadows and walked up to the body, laughing a cruel, inhuman laugh that made Draco shiver from head to toe.
"Ahhh, Harry Potter. Beaten at last by the man he tried to defeat so many times. Beaten and bruised and without love. Why Harry? Why are you without your lover now? It's dark and your lover is far away, with another, leaving you to die alone in the cold." Draco tried to scream out, to deny the claims that Voldemort was making against him, trying with all his strength to do something, anything that would save his lover.
Harry tried to rise, his knees not supporting his wait. He slumped back down, looking lost and defeated. He cast a final look around him as Voldemort raised his wand; Harry caught a glance of Draco and locked eyes with him. Draco saw the pain and betrayal and the forlorn look in those eyes before the green light ripped into his lover's back and Harry fell to the cobbled stones with a pain-filled gasp. His fall echoed by the sound of evil laughter that ripped through the winter night and stung Draco's heart..
~TBC
EN: Well? Was it worth it? I hope so, please please review! It makes all the difference in the end. Next chapter will be up shortly (by next Tuesday) love you all!
Draco: Stupid author, making everything so angsty!
LD: shut up so you don't scare off the readers
290: Please take the two seconds, click that bar and review!