Author: Dragonsbane
Rated: R – angst, suicide
Summary: The second in the trilogy. H/D slash, two of them are 1st person view point. 1st one is a suicide note.
Third instalment in 1 week unless I get not enough reviews.
Thanks: Dedicated to Rowenna, fastest beta and all round mate
Thank You note at end.
Burning IceI read the blood stained parchment on the floor next to him and I was shell-shocked. The man on the floor had saved my life, had indeed chosen right over wrong in his own way. So, what happened then reading this I can see his point of view.
I remember Dumbledore telling me of that prophecy in my fifth year. I was ever the ready participant in the worlds saving and I wasn't fazed at all by it. I took on extra training and eventually graduated from school with the 4th highest marks in the year. Hermione naturally was first, Draco second and some Ravenclaw was third.
I left school hoping to keep in contact with my Gryffindor friends, the odd Hufflepuff, my ex boyfriend included, Justin.
Yeah, the great Harry Potter was gay.
I was in denial for a long time about that. Found my mind wandering a lot. To Draco. As much as I hated to admit it, I had a crush on him. He always had his hair gelled back immaculate.
Most people looked at his eyes and said they were cold.
Yes they were like ice, however the ice burned.
I left school hoping never to see those eyes again as I knew that Draco was already a death eater. Draco had been initiated the same summer Voldemort came back.
Looking back now, I knew anyway, even before I had it confirmed to me.
I was in my flat with Ron, few years later, I was 20, Ron 21 and Hermione was 21 also, I was the baby of the three. Ron and I were sitting in the lounge, I was reading, Ron was writing a letter to Mione. Ron got up and went to the hall and I heard the distinct pop of a person apparating into the room.
A death eater came in and pointed his wand at me and I knew I was screwed. My wand was behind the man, in my room. What a dumbass I was, leaving my wand lying around away from me.
I knew I was dead.
Or so I thought.
He didn't curse me, he just stared at me and I stared back.
Burning Ice.
Draco.
He muttered "I-I can't do it" and he fled.
I got my wand and I helped Ron up, he asked what had happened, I told him, however, left out the part that it was Draco Malfoy.
About a week later there was an outcry as Lucius Malfoy's mangled body had been found in a clearing in the forests north of Malfoy Manor. He had been badly cursed and hexed. Before being killed by the killing curse.
The Daily Prophet was beside itself.
A few weeks later I was in West London and I decided to get some coffee in a coffee house I usually go to. I went in and low and behold, Draco Malfoy sat in a chair, alone, clearly in some distress. He was shivering.
I sat down across from him.
"Why didn't you kill me? I asked and he looked up. He looked pale and gaunt and he stuttered
"I- I don't know what you are talking about."
I knew he was lying the second the words were out of his mouth so
"Cut the bullshit Malfoy."
I looked at him carefully to check for any injuries that Voldemort would have given him to punish him for failing to kill me. Physically he looked fine. So I asked him.
"What did he do to you for failing to kill me?"
"He blamed Lucius…"
My mind went back to Lucius body that the aurous found.
"But he was found mangled…"
"I KNOW!" A lot of the people in the coffee shop turned to see what all the fuss was, he looked strained and he continued quietly
"I…I know, you REALLY don't need to tell me."
"You were there then? You saw it?" I prodded and I saw something inside him snap.
"Would have been pretty hard NOT to see it you know since I WAS the one who did it on Voldemort's instructions." When he said this he looked physically ill and dropped the coffee mug that shattered on the ground spilling coffee in a pool. I paid for his drink and the damage caused and I took him back to my flat.
We went in and I lay him on my bed safe in the knowledge we would be left alone as Ron had moved in with Hermione.
I asked him what was wrong and he lay there with the look of a man on death row and shook his head.
I persisted
"Look Draco, you don't have to talk but, we're as good as strangers, you may as well talk, I can see you want to."
A tear, a single tear ran from those icy depths of his eyes and it scorched my soul to see it. I knew I had got through to him. Knew that he was indeed ready to say something.
I saw the change and I listened intently as he told me of all the things he had done. Murder, torture, rape. If I had heard this third person from say an auror he opened to, I would have been shocked and disgusted. However seeing him speak of each and every person he had harmed I could see the disgust with himself and the wish to turn back the clock and halt it.
The genuine remorse in those eyes was all I needed to see.
I held him close as he shared all this and I could sense he was keeping something from me.
I looked at him and our eyes locked "What are you not telling me?"
He looked like a fish out of water. He completely floundered and looked so tired so, instead of pressing the emotionally weary man on the bed I let him lie down and I rubbed his back until he fell asleep.
I lay beside him and slept, as I didn't want him to wake up alone.
When I woke up I was ensnared in a world of blue and grey looking at me.
"Hi…" I said as I sat up blearily
"I don't remember falling asleep…" I lied.
Looking at him in the half awake sleep I was in, and knowing he hadn't killed me in my sleep I felt trusting towards him and I could see some semblance of desire in his frosty gaze.
I leant in slowly and I kissed him slowly sensually.
"Am I dreaming?" He asked as though nothing as good as that could ever happen to him.
"No, Draco, you are not…" I said quietly as I held him again. I lay him down on the bed, kissing every part of his beautiful body. I undressed him and he put trust in me that I doubt he has to anyone else.
He let me take him to heaven and he gave his heart to me on that night.
For a few weeks we loved each other and spent as much time together as we could. I was working for the order and Draco told Voldemort he was on reconnaissance in London.
Hermione and Ron invited me over one night, I was glad of the company as I knew Draco was at a meeting and all of a sudden the wards activated and a death eater came in and stunned Mione.
I got up and threw a stunning spell at the death eater and yet he dodged it and he turned and I saw it was Draco.
He pointed at Ron and I feared the killing curse was on his lips but he got out of it. He used a lesser curse and before I could do anything he apparated. Ron was alive and I took him to St Mungos.
Two days later Blaise Zabini's corpse was found. He was worse than Lucius was when we found him or even Ginny Weasley when Voldemort killed her for annoying him. Ginny went over to Voldemorts side you see.
I went to Malfoy Manor and I waited for Draco. I was stung that he had betrayed me so and I waited for him to show his face.
He arrived and I asked him
"Why?"
He looked at me, guilt carved into the sheets of frosted ice and he said,
"I was told to."
"By that bastard? Why? Leave his side Draco! Join the order!"
He looked at me in his Slytherin way and said, "It's not as simple as that Harry."
"Why not?" I was unconvinced
"Because you need to have a backbone to do that! I'm a coward, complete coward, why do you think I was put in not Gryffindor but Slytherin. I don't have the balls to do such a thing!"
I looked at him and I moved towards him taking him in an embrace and I kissed him on the lips once "Draco, leave him and join us, or, leave me and stay with him, your choice."
Saying that, giving him that ultimatum I was positive he would choose me. I knew he knew I was not bluffing and he looked at me with that glint in his eyes
"You're choosing the easy way aren't you?" I asked him defeated
"Its not the easy way Harry. I cant… even after everything that's happened. My father lived for the cause, I got him killed, and at the very least I can see it through."
I kissed him once more, the final kiss in my eyes and I said to him
"I love you Draco you know, I do. But I can't take you back if he is destroyed before you come to our side. You… you know that don't you? This is indeed goodbye if he dies before you change your mind. This shows he is more important to you."
He nodded. "I love you, please try to understand I do this only for my father."
We separated and I left the Manor without looking back as I knew I would run back to him if I did.
Two months later I stood at Dumbledore's side.
Voldemort stood with Draco, I looked at our army of light, the elves, the centaurs and the humans against the army of darkness. Dementors, giants, humans and vampires. I was to fight Voldemort as Dumbledore and the rest took care of the army.
I heard Voldemort give the order to charge, we fought, I went straight to him and fought with him. I hit him with Crucio and with other curses and he kicked my legs from beneath me. He cursed me with the crucio and I thought I was going to die from the pain. He laughed and he was about to finish it when he lost balance and as he fell I killed him
I thought he merely fell by an accident, as it turns out Draco saved my life.
I was thinking and I was debating with myself wither I wanted or should see him again. He kept me sane those few weeks before the final battle and I wanted to see if he was alright.
I went to the manor and I saw him on the floor of his room blood pooled around him and a blood stained parchment at his side.
I called the proper authorities and I read the letter as they battled to save his life.
Some words stuck out more than others…
'I sat a few weeks ago and I realised I had no one to live for. Harry wouldn't believe me if I told him that I knocked Voldemort off balance… I see everything I ever did and I realised I shouldn't be here, I didn't deserve life. All I wanted to do was kill myself.'
It made me weep then the last lines of his statement…
'Darkness itches at the corners of my vision as I await my guardian angel that the holy books speak about. Someone should be along any minute. If I wake up, I'll eat this piece of parchment…I apologise for taking up your time'
I sit at the side of his bed hoping to see his faith restored.
The nurses say they don't think he will last the night. However if he does wake up he will be happy.
For his guardian angel has heard him at last.
~Harry~
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