You'll all hate me and love me for this chapter. I just feel I should warn you prior, first of all the point of view changes quite a few times. Next, it has been suggested more than once that I would be good at writing poetry. Well here it is. Every poem I have ever written (not many) is in this chapter. Let me know what you think.
The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of.
Sympathy For the Devil
Draco pov
I stared at him.
Harry hadn't moved since he release that thing. That wave of pure unbridled magic, although it must have had some sort of restraint or it would have surely killed both me and Hermione. I gathered up my shredded courage and hesitantly approached him.
He had closed his eyes and titled his head up to the sky. Tears ran down his face and neck, his hands were clenched in bitter rage. I touched him, gently, with just two fingers on his forearm. Without opening his eyes, his hand came up and gently caressed my cheek.
I felt helpless to him, like a burden. If I hadn't, if I had. I should have killed myself on the train at least then I would be the inadvertent cause of his nest friends death. I tilted my head into his hand and gently clasped my own two hands over his one.
He looked down at me with tears shining in his eyes but nothing else. His face was blank, his eyes emotionless. He saw through me, he didn't see me. I felt despair welling in my chest and sorrow fill my heart and for some reason I felt I could not keep it in.
Harry truly touched me so deeply, I felt that for nothing else, for he was the reason for living. I knew I couldn't loose him but I would give anything to make sure he remained intact. I felt my own tears falling now. Slipping down my cheeks and onto Harry hand.
"I'm sorry Harry…"
And I ran.
I
is
am
Drop
Round
Warm
Sliding
Falling
Perfect
Tear
Harry pov
I wasn't sure what happened at first. I saw, I saw Ron jump off the astronomy tower. I saw him kill himself and break into a million little pieces upon the ground, like a fragile glass figurine already riddled with cracks.
I felt no sorrow, no remorse, just a burning anger. I can think no true root for the anger except for an unreasonable resentment towards Ron. He died so quickly, so foolishly and with so little pain. He abandoned life and took the fast rout to death, to pull himself safe within her coal darkened cowl and cold embrace.
I felt the anger build up within me and explode outward like a breaking dam, I felt it touch Hermione. Then it rolled over Draco and I felt his fear and terror, inspired by me, by my actions. I had this sudden sensation that through that inspired fear I might loose him. Loose my Draco.
I felt the anger wiped away and the pure energy that went with it snapped back into place. I felt hollow and empty. One of my friends had killed himself because of actions I brought about. I killed someone.
Tears were streaming down my face although they had no reason there. I felt Draco, touching me hesitantly and I felt a warm feeling of hope in me. I gently cupped his cheek with the hand closest to him. He leaned into my hand and held it there with his two, like a small child begging to forgiven when they don't even know what they've done.
A moment in time passed and I felt moisture touch my hand and roll down my fingers. Tears. He was crying. I looked down at him. He looked back but it seemed as though I couldn't focus, my eyes traveled through him and I looked instead at his soul.
"I'm sorry Harry…"
That's all he said and then he ran. I felt disoriented and weak, I fell to the ground clutched at the grass. It had stopped snowing. I heaved myself up and ran as fast as I could after Draco, I had a sick feeling in my stomach but it served only as a warning to what I had feared of Draco in the beginning.
We don't exist
Impulsed by desires that aren't there
Acting on emotions that are nonexistent
We aren't here
We are a figments of time and space mixed together into a mass of thought
Forming ideas and concepts that can't possibly exist.
So what does that make us?
Draco pov
I ran not really thinking of where I was going. I kept running into things and brushing harshly against the walls. I found myself outside the Gryffindor dormitories. I knew where I was now and I knew why I had gone there. I went inside and went upstairs to my trunk. I pulled everything out and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor. At the bottom of the trunk I carefully pried loose the panel bottom and found what I was looking for.
The knife. It shone in that color only obtained by the mixing of pure silver and unicorns blood. Snakes wound around the emerald hilt glared longing and emptily, they hungered for blood. It was a curse knife and had killed hundreds before me and I would not be the last. The knife had a notorious reputation for killing it's owners, that's why I liked it.
I wrapped it in its oil cloth, slipped it under my shirt and left.
Dreams of death and wandering souls
Ravens of blight and rats of plague.
Whispering winds that taunt and tease.
The reek of death the rot of flesh.
Silent screams and forsaken dreams.
The battlefield of the lost
The final resting place
Harry pov
I ran across the dewed lawn, my focus narrowed to only Draco. I felt the panic rising and it was a constant battle to fight it down. The door opened before me and Dumbledore stepped out, his face ashen and pale. He spotted me and called out to me, I froze. I needed to find Draco now. I couldn't bring myself to look Dumbledore in the eyes but kept them locked ahead, to Draco.
"Harry…I'm sorry…we couldn't get there in time to perform a levios spell…you should to consider going to see Poppy for some tranquilizers. I know this will be hard on you. I only wish you didn't have to see it. You should also give up on Mister Malfoy. I noticed you have been extremely kind to him but I think it is too late for him. He is lost to the dark side, Harry, I know that you would not have such but something's are written in destiny."
I stared at him in disbelief, then I scowled and had to restrain myself from hitting him, "I could have saved him, I didn't though. He choose to kill himself so he can live with the consequence of eternal darkness not Draco. You know absolutely nothing. You are just a wise old man gambling against time and Draco will not be lost to the darkness. Now. Get. Out. Of. My. Way."
I pushed past him and ran down the main hall. I paused at the intersection and dug into my soul, from it I gathered a gut feeling and followed it. I set off down the hall that led to the snow globe room. I had to be right. Please let me be right. I can't loose Draco.
I've finished with my ghosts and faced all my demons
As have I…
As have I…
The world goes on without saying
Ghosts diminish, dreams replenish
Demons vanquished, faith renewed
The world goes on without seeing
Conquests of the heart
Battles of the mind
The world goes on without hearing
The need for self, atop ones own precept
The need…to be wanted…and held
The need to be loved
The world shatters
Draco pov
The pain was incredible, It was unlike anything I had ever experienced because I caused it. I carefully changed my grip and place the knife in the other hand. I pressed against the exposed flesh of my wrist and watched as it seemed to slide apart seamlessly. Pain shot through my hands and worked its way up my arms. My blood, the color of melted rubies, a flowerbed of death, it seemed to pump and flow in time with the throbbing pain that shuddered up my arms.
The knife fell, clattering onto the blood soaked floor. I felt as though I had lost my skin and I found myself awash in a sea of blood, wearing nothing but the blood itself as it soaked into my clothing. I felt the world around me starting to dim and my soul begin to loose grip. Tears rip free from my eyes and I break down and sob although I do not whether I cry for fear of for joy. I have a sudden image before I give up. Harry…
Blood runs down my arms
Hot and burns of pain
Tears run down my face
Warm and taste of salt
A whimper escapes from my throat
I am so scared
But I want to die.
Harry pov
I ran into the room my heart screaming out in a dire hope that it not be true. But he lay there completely still except for the blood still flowing out from his fragile wrists. The table had been knocked over when he collapsed. The snow globe lay shattered on the ground and surrounded by a pool of blood.
Tears fell from my eyes unhindered. I ran up to him, falling on my knees in his very life essence. I pulled him to me cradled him in my arms. The knife stared at me mockingly from the floor, covered in blood, the serpents laughed at me. I picked it up and almost dropped it when I felt the dire heat emitting from it. It burned more than my hands but ignited my anger once again I gripped the searing knife even tighter and carefully slashed my own wrists, first one then the other.
I dropped the knife, took Draco hands and clasp them to my own, pressing our wrists together. For a moment I felt nothing but our blood continuing to steadily falling to the uncaring, hungry ground. Then the anger arose and overflowed me, It overlapped us and wound our hands together. I felt our blood mingle and flow between our two bodies. I willed myself to press into Draco, all the blood I could spare. I became lightheaded and weak had trouble concentrating but knew that if this failed Draco might die but I took comfort in the thought that I would go with him.
I felt my anger dissipate and carefully released one hand. I picked up the knife which burned at me angrily and pressed the scalding edge against Draco's wrist. The wound hissed and boiled but melted the skin together and the bleeding stopped. I proceeded to the same for his other wrist, then my own.
I know not how long I sat there with Draco just holding him in my arms and praying to whatever celestial being that ruled the heaven to save him. I fought my own exhaustion just to see him open his eyes. Finally the sun set and lost my battle and slept.
Life is just a dream
A never-ending existence into the void
A pool built upon the universe
Waking is dieing, only to sleep again
And be reborn unto another existence
Of destiny you dream on.
Tbc!
Bwahahah! The evil cliff hanger strikes again!
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Thankies-
Lupin-in-the-sky-with-diamonds- I liked the last chapter quite a bit but I think it was sometime right after the kiss that I just couldn't handle anymore fluffyness so I had to kill Ron. All the feel good emotions were giving me a writers block. Thanks for reviewing for my other story. I've been writing it in five page blocks unlike this one which is spur of the moment, humm that seems long enough, kind of chapters. I can't wait to hear what you think of this chapter…review soon 'k?
Twistedlife3000- You're back! *huggles* I'm so happy! I thought you were gone forever like Me but you came back! I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions, money pays for internet bills, very important, so don't let me stop you. As I said above to lupin I have troubles if I write to much fluff, it's a natural writers block to me. Actually 'LOL' was exactly what I thought when the idea happened upon me to kill Ron, except my laugh was eviler. As for the explosion type thing, I'm leaving that for now, let your imagination run wild.
Vampyre- I know this sounds awful but I almost wish you wouldn't get better, you're so funny when your sick. Oh well, get better 'k? Make sure you let your muse and assorted mind voice talk more often, I like them.
RyogazGal- I wish I had a million reviewers like you. I can't believe you reviewed every single chapter. It's simply amazing. I just want you to know that I love you to bits right now. Eighteen reviews, wow…I'm so happy!
BabyPufoo-I don't know, I kind of think that he was asking for it. He just irked me. No real reason he just irked me, so he had to die. I'm mean aren't I? And you know the Weasley's they're too nice to blame anyone, they probably find some flippant stupid escuse and go off to bury his mushy remains.
Ladyblondhair- You would think of something like that. No, Lucius as mentioned before, is being currently characterized as homophobic and so has never sexually abused Draco in anyway.
Jewlclaw Lady of Wind- what can I say? I love cliffhangers but then again I'm the author and I already know what's going to happen.
Myself- cliffhangers are my friend and not yours. So scold me all you like. Thanks for the compliment though.
Derae Johnstone- ooooo! Thank you! 'airy, pulls you into the plot without suffocating you' I like you! You're my friend!
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Thankies one and all, Merry Slashmas and a Happy Hentai year!