When Angels Die
Ch: 13
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down and spork you with my toasty roasting spork.
The darkness closed in on Harry once more. Water swirled around his cold body as Harry plunged deeply into the darkness. A rusty sound split the darkness and Harry quickly turned around. The stone door swished closed before Harry's eyes.
'I guess I go straight?' And on swam. Suddenly a force slammed up from beneath him and up Harry spun. Faster and faster he went, flying through the darkness. 'Where are the brakes on this?' He was flung up and out of the water, flying through the air. Looking down, he saw the rocky, slimy ground rise up to meet him.
With a wet splat, Harry landed. He groaned and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. "Where am I now?" His voice echoed in the gloom. Rising to his feet, a path opened up in front of him, winding up. No other paths could be found so Harry slowly started up the incline.
The path seemed to rise up for hours and Harry was sweating profusely before he even reached the top. "Can't I find a nice, short path for once?" he muttered. As if hearing his thoughts, the path flattened abruptly, going from rocky dirt to smooth and polished stone.
Someone stood in front of him, back turned so Harry couldn't see his face. "Who are you?" asked Harry, instantly on guard. And still, the figured never moved. Harry slowly stalked forward keeping his eyes narrowed on the figure in front of him.
"Who are you?" he growled again. The figures chest rose and fell, over and over. So the figure was alive. Harry slowly walked foreword and raised one hand in front of him. He touched a small shoulder and slowly turned the figure in front of him.
"Draco?" he asked in shock. For the figure that stood in front of him, smiling slightly, was none other than Draco Malfoy- the one person Harry truly loved. "What are you doing here?" Draco raised one pale hand and gently ran it down one smooth cheek. "D-Draco?"
"Do you remember when you would kiss me, Harry? You're lips were so soft, and you'd kiss me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered," said Draco, sliding his hand through Harry's shoulder length hair. "Why haven't you kissed me, Harry? Do you hate me now?"
Harry stared at Draco in fright. "You never seemed to want to kiss me Draco. So I never did." Those pale fingers moved from his hair to travel slowly, ever so slowly, down Harry's neck.
"Kiss me, Harry. Just this once." Draco's voice was so soft and his eyes were tainted steel. Draco leaned foreword and placed his lips gently against Harry's. Something about the kiss that Draco gave him warned Harry that all was not as it seemed. He placed his hands against Draco's chest and pushed with all his might.
Draco stumbled away from Harry. He turned his steel colored eyes onto Harry's form. "What was that for? I was only trying to kiss you."
Harry frowned. This wasn't the Draco that Harry knew and loved. "This isn't like you Draco. You're acting strange."
Draco snarled, his face contorting into lines of anger. "And how would you know how I act, huh? You've been gone so long, you would never know how I changed." Harry winced at these words, as he knew they were true.
"It's just that you're scaring me," Harry said, voicing his fear. It was one Harry never knew existed; the fear of the last remaining loved one hurting him like all the others had before. Suddenly Draco flew across the room and slammed into Harry, taking both of them to the stone floor.
Hands wrapped around Harry's arms and forced them over his head. Draco transferred both of Harry's arms and placed both of his tiny wrists into one hand. "If you won't kiss me willingly, then I'll just have to make you!" he snarled.
Harry kicked out and tried to escape but he just couldn't seem to get away. Draco's mouth descended onto his and kissed him roughly. One hand roved between their bodies and landed on Harry's limp flesh. "Stop, Draco, please!" Harry cried. Draco only snarled and bit into his neck. "Stop." But Draco wouldn't stop.
Draco then moved his hand and slid it up Harry's shirt caressing his chest. Suddenly Harry cried out, "YOU ARE NOT MY DRACO! GET THE HELL OFF ME!!!" Draco clenched his chest, leaning over and rapidly shivering. He moaned and spasmd. Faster and faster those spasms came and suddenly, with one horrifying scream, Draco burst into a thousand pieces.
Harry lay on the ground panting with tears pouring down his face. "Well done, young one. You have defeated your worst fear of being hurt by the one whose heart you hold dear. Not many are up to the challenge."
Harry shot to his feet and looked around the dark cavern. A silver light that Harry had not noticed upon entering shown from the corner, glancing off the stone floor before splitting into a thousand shards.
"Who the hell are you?" growled Harry. The light slowly materialized to form a tall man with long silver hair and light blue-silver eyes. The man slowly walked foreword towards Harry and he noticed that the unknown man was see through.
"Now is that anyway to talk to the creator of the Staff?" asked the man, his voice tinged with laughter. He stopped feet from Harry's prone form and gazed at the stricken form lying at his feet.
"Merlin?" he asked, shocked.
Merlin nodded. "Not a complete form of Merlin, just his ghost. I left this form of me behind to help judge and guide the new owner of my Staff. You are going to be the new owner. I warn you now; to wield my Staff is a great responsibility. Use it well and may you be guided on the path of light. Take my Staff now." Merlin cocked his head to the side. "You might want to hurry, your soul mate is in dire need of your help. Farewell."
And before Harry could open his mouth, Merlin's ghost disappeared, leaving behind a long wooden staff, topped off with a gem of pure blue shot with silver lines. "The Staff.." Harry whispered. He reached out one pale hand and grasped the edge.
Power flowed through his fingers as knowledge burst through his head like fire works. And as soon as it happened, it suddenly stopped. "Cool." Harry stood up, with his Staff in one hand and entered out of the chamber. If what Merlin said was true, than Draco needed his help. Well help was on its way and was pissed as hell.
AN: I hope this is long enough for people, considering how long it took for me to update. Well enjoy! Thank you for your reviews. ~Ta-ta
The darkness closed in on Harry once more. Water swirled around his cold body as Harry plunged deeply into the darkness. A rusty sound split the darkness and Harry quickly turned around. The stone door swished closed before Harry's eyes.
'I guess I go straight?' And on swam. Suddenly a force slammed up from beneath him and up Harry spun. Faster and faster he went, flying through the darkness. 'Where are the brakes on this?' He was flung up and out of the water, flying through the air. Looking down, he saw the rocky, slimy ground rise up to meet him.
With a wet splat, Harry landed. He groaned and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. "Where am I now?" His voice echoed in the gloom. Rising to his feet, a path opened up in front of him, winding up. No other paths could be found so Harry slowly started up the incline.
The path seemed to rise up for hours and Harry was sweating profusely before he even reached the top. "Can't I find a nice, short path for once?" he muttered. As if hearing his thoughts, the path flattened abruptly, going from rocky dirt to smooth and polished stone.
Someone stood in front of him, back turned so Harry couldn't see his face. "Who are you?" asked Harry, instantly on guard. And still, the figured never moved. Harry slowly stalked forward keeping his eyes narrowed on the figure in front of him.
"Who are you?" he growled again. The figures chest rose and fell, over and over. So the figure was alive. Harry slowly walked foreword and raised one hand in front of him. He touched a small shoulder and slowly turned the figure in front of him.
"Draco?" he asked in shock. For the figure that stood in front of him, smiling slightly, was none other than Draco Malfoy- the one person Harry truly loved. "What are you doing here?" Draco raised one pale hand and gently ran it down one smooth cheek. "D-Draco?"
"Do you remember when you would kiss me, Harry? You're lips were so soft, and you'd kiss me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered," said Draco, sliding his hand through Harry's shoulder length hair. "Why haven't you kissed me, Harry? Do you hate me now?"
Harry stared at Draco in fright. "You never seemed to want to kiss me Draco. So I never did." Those pale fingers moved from his hair to travel slowly, ever so slowly, down Harry's neck.
"Kiss me, Harry. Just this once." Draco's voice was so soft and his eyes were tainted steel. Draco leaned foreword and placed his lips gently against Harry's. Something about the kiss that Draco gave him warned Harry that all was not as it seemed. He placed his hands against Draco's chest and pushed with all his might.
Draco stumbled away from Harry. He turned his steel colored eyes onto Harry's form. "What was that for? I was only trying to kiss you."
Harry frowned. This wasn't the Draco that Harry knew and loved. "This isn't like you Draco. You're acting strange."
Draco snarled, his face contorting into lines of anger. "And how would you know how I act, huh? You've been gone so long, you would never know how I changed." Harry winced at these words, as he knew they were true.
"It's just that you're scaring me," Harry said, voicing his fear. It was one Harry never knew existed; the fear of the last remaining loved one hurting him like all the others had before. Suddenly Draco flew across the room and slammed into Harry, taking both of them to the stone floor.
Hands wrapped around Harry's arms and forced them over his head. Draco transferred both of Harry's arms and placed both of his tiny wrists into one hand. "If you won't kiss me willingly, then I'll just have to make you!" he snarled.
Harry kicked out and tried to escape but he just couldn't seem to get away. Draco's mouth descended onto his and kissed him roughly. One hand roved between their bodies and landed on Harry's limp flesh. "Stop, Draco, please!" Harry cried. Draco only snarled and bit into his neck. "Stop." But Draco wouldn't stop.
Draco then moved his hand and slid it up Harry's shirt caressing his chest. Suddenly Harry cried out, "YOU ARE NOT MY DRACO! GET THE HELL OFF ME!!!" Draco clenched his chest, leaning over and rapidly shivering. He moaned and spasmd. Faster and faster those spasms came and suddenly, with one horrifying scream, Draco burst into a thousand pieces.
Harry lay on the ground panting with tears pouring down his face. "Well done, young one. You have defeated your worst fear of being hurt by the one whose heart you hold dear. Not many are up to the challenge."
Harry shot to his feet and looked around the dark cavern. A silver light that Harry had not noticed upon entering shown from the corner, glancing off the stone floor before splitting into a thousand shards.
"Who the hell are you?" growled Harry. The light slowly materialized to form a tall man with long silver hair and light blue-silver eyes. The man slowly walked foreword towards Harry and he noticed that the unknown man was see through.
"Now is that anyway to talk to the creator of the Staff?" asked the man, his voice tinged with laughter. He stopped feet from Harry's prone form and gazed at the stricken form lying at his feet.
"Merlin?" he asked, shocked.
Merlin nodded. "Not a complete form of Merlin, just his ghost. I left this form of me behind to help judge and guide the new owner of my Staff. You are going to be the new owner. I warn you now; to wield my Staff is a great responsibility. Use it well and may you be guided on the path of light. Take my Staff now." Merlin cocked his head to the side. "You might want to hurry, your soul mate is in dire need of your help. Farewell."
And before Harry could open his mouth, Merlin's ghost disappeared, leaving behind a long wooden staff, topped off with a gem of pure blue shot with silver lines. "The Staff.." Harry whispered. He reached out one pale hand and grasped the edge.
Power flowed through his fingers as knowledge burst through his head like fire works. And as soon as it happened, it suddenly stopped. "Cool." Harry stood up, with his Staff in one hand and entered out of the chamber. If what Merlin said was true, than Draco needed his help. Well help was on its way and was pissed as hell.
AN: I hope this is long enough for people, considering how long it took for me to update. Well enjoy! Thank you for your reviews. ~Ta-ta