Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I don't own any of the characters of the books and I write for entertaining purposes only.
Warning: Implies Harry/Draco…
Author's Notes: Okay… I had to kick my ass just to write… I'm out of inspiration… But I'm still writing!!!
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When Fallen Dragons Rise…
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I'm about to give up now
But I remembered a vow
I made to you
So I'll just let the pain pass
And go to you
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Lucius Malfoy…
All of them turned with shocked faces to the one and only Lucius Malfoy.
"Father…?" Draco breathed softly. Myrtle bent her head to the side and let her eyes focus on the older Malfoy.
"We're in big trouble…" Nick stated softly in a monotone voice. Seamus and Dean looked at Sir Nick and furrowed their eyebrows. Neville nodded and the more they were curious. Myrtle sighed. They hadn't noticed that she was there until then.
"Hey!" Seamus said, snapping then out of their absorption. "What are you guys up to?"
Sir Nick had forgotten that he could be seen, unlike Draco. He nervously tried to explain. "Nothing at all."
"Yes," Myrtle joined in, "we're just walking around these parts."
But Draco didn't hear anymore. No one could see him and he knew that. He just focused on his father's form, which was continuing to walk through the hallways. Something ignited in him. Something he was taught to remember and was to taught to always have with him…
He was a Malfoy.
It was the same family that hated the Potters and their child, Harry… the same boy whom he learned to accept and love. This is not happening…
He slowly flew to follow his father, the same whom he had learned to trust when he was a young boy. He passed unfamiliar passages but he didn't have time to really notice this. His kith and kin slowly stopped in front of a door that seemed to be locked. He saw something sparkling and realized that it was a key. Slowly, he floated to pursue his own kin and noticed that he didn't know of the place that he was now in.
Abandoned…
The word came to his mind.
Just like me…
"Draco." These words shocked the Slytherin. His father was calling out to him, even though he cannot see him since his father was facing away from him.
"Don't be shocked. I know that you followed me." Or rather, his father was talking to him.
"You can see me…?" He asked stunned.
Lucius turned and raised his head at his own son before replying. "You are my kin, Draco. Yes, I can see you." He saw that his father didn't change a bit. But Lucius wasn't done yet. "There is still something binding you in this reality…"
Draco furrowed his eyebrow.
"Draco…" His father said in a cold tone, "why did you traverse my plans…?"
Draco felt a block inside his throat and suffered something piercing within his stomach. It was you…
"It was you…"
Lucius sharpened his look upon his son. "You knew what you were supposed to do with that boy."
"You conjured up that poison to kill him----"
"What else am I to do!" The older Malfoy snapped. "You were supposed to finish it, Draco." He said without any emotion at all.
Draco remained still for a few minutes that seemed like hours for an impatient Malfoy. He squirmed and whispered something that was barely audible to hear.
"Speak up, Draco." His father commanded him in a stern voice.
"I say said," Draco hesitated but went on, "I love him…"
Draco expected to be hurt by his own father but knew that he couldn't since he was a spirit that couldn't be touched, or be held in comfort… But something shocked him. He didn't see it but he heard it, which was beginning to fill his ears.
Laughter. Evil laughter that came from his own father.
"Love, Draco?" Malfoy acted as if he knew his own son very well. "What is love to you?" It was a question that seemed to mock Draco a lot. "Love is nothing but a game to play. When you get bored, you stop."
"No…"
"No?" Malfoy sneered at his own son. "You don't really know what love is, do you? Harry Potter made you think he was in love with you?"
"That's not true…"
Lucius' smile widened. "You haven't seen Harry recently, have you, my son?"
Draco stared not daring to blink. He knew that but how did his father know? He watched Lucius Malfoy take out his wand and waved it around to create some kind of portal. His father backed away from it. Draco knew what he had to do and floated towards it.
He smiled that it was Harry. He was still asleep, slumbering silently inside the room where they left him. But something moved beside him. He felt uneasy and turned to float away. He needed to go check the infirmary. But his father's voice stopped him. "Wait! There is more."
" I need to check on Harry!"
"He is safe."
Draco somehow did not trust the words from his father's mouth anymore but he relaxed himself and looked through the portal again.
There was a silhouette beside Harry. It wasn't Hedwig, nor was it Hermione and Ron for this person has a taller stature. But this person looks so familiar to him. So very familiar…
The silhouette's hand came and reached for Harry's hand and that made Draco jealous. But what made him livid is that Harry grabbed the comforting hand back. He didn't have time to think what was happening for his father closed the window of the portal and left him without answers.
Lucius headed for the door. "You think of what you just saw, Draco…" And without warning, he left his son in the darkness of the room. Draco felt so alone again. He felt abandoned just like the room he was in.
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To be continued…