Telephone

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Warnings: Slash, Harry/Draco. Go on. Kill me.  Dark. Language.

Rating: PG13

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A/N: A recorded message on a Muggle device…

***phone rings***

"Hi. Harry Potter is not available to take your call at the moment but please leave a message after the tone."

***beep***

Voldemort's coming, Harry. You know he is, don't you? He came for the Grangers, he came for the Weasleys, he came for Lupin, he came for Black. Now he's coming for you.

Do you want to die, Harry? Do you want to plead for death before the end, do you want to feel your mouth fill with blood, see the Death Eaters laughing as you struggle for life, beg for another breath?

It may be that he's already here and my warning is too late. I don't even know why you installed a telephone in your home. It's not as if you ever use it, even I had to go out to the public phone box in the Muggle village. I could have warned you by the Floo network, but I don't want to see you die, Harry. Please get out right now.

I don't know why you never got a Secret Keeper. I don't know why you didn't take me up on my offer. Maybe you thought I was too weak, maybe a Death Eater already. I'm just an enemy aren't I, Harry.

I'll take my time over this. Maybe Voldemort's already got you, maybe he's killing you. The last thing you'll hear is my voice. Ever thought about it?

I couldn't bear that to happen, do you know that. I might be your worse enemy; I might hate you, but another part of my mind… never mind about that.

But through all those years of school did you ever once think that I might not be a Death Eater? Just because my dad is, doesn't mean I am, but I can understand that.

Pansy Parkinson used to nag me to become a Death Eater when I was just about to leave school. Did you ever wonder why I broke up with her? We may have been made for each other in the parents' eyes, but I love someone else. Pansy Parkinson is a poor substitute for…

I hate you, do you know that. I really, really do. You sicken me, you and your goody-goody friends always saving the day, always beating the dark forces.

It isn't as easy as it was when you were eleven. Voldemort is far too strong, far too powerful, now for anyone to combat successfully. Everyone's going to die, Harry, Dumbledore, Snape…

What I'm trying to say, is there is still hope.

I'll be your Secret-Keeper.

Please, think about it. I'm strong, stronger than you know. I grew up with my father, don't you know. He was always "toughening me up"

I think you know what I mean.

Harry, I'm perfectly ready to die for you. I'd give up my life and not regret it. I've been through so much pain and misery… I'm twenty four. I don't want to go through any more.

Hermione and Ron put up a good fight to save you, but once they're dead their charms have gone. I don't want their lives to be wasted. Please.

And, I'll tell you why I'm doing this, Harry.

I'll tell you why I'm hiding you from Voldemort, why I didn't become a Death Eater.

It's because-"

*click*

***message end***