Chapter 9-Attempted

Beverly: See?

Draco: I still say I'm dead

Beverly: Then how come you're talking?

Draco: In the story, idiot!

Harry: Hurry up!

Beverly: *rolls eyes* yes master. This is for those that actually waited I-don't-know how long.

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            The unicorn stepped into the light.

            "No…"

            Blood dripped of the pure white horn, forming a grotesque puddle at the animal's feet. Harry shuddered and stared, wide-eyed, at the massacring relation of horses. The aura pulsed strongly around it brightly with unnoticed power. A loud screech came from the direction of the mountains, and Draco's giant dragon flew above, crashing around in the trees and trying to destroy the supposedly pure creature that had killed it's master. Both auras grew, protection themselves, and in Harry's case Draco's dying body, from falling wood and stone.

            "Why?"

            /It was needed/

            "What?"

            /You'll find out./

            The animal turned and walked out of the clearing, flicking its tail.

            "Where are you going? Hey! Come back here and tell me!"

            It kept walking away calmly, followed by the dragon's carnage. Harry gathered the bloody body within his arms and began to flap as hard as he could, but found it impossible to lift with the dead weight. His eyes glazed over and began to water. 'This can't be happening…' The body became deathly cold, no pulse beating through the wrist of neck. 'Oh God, don't do this to me. It's only been three days. God, no! It's too soon!' He shuddered as empty eyes stared back at him in a black haze. 'This isn't happening. It's just a nightmare…just a nightmare…' But he knew it wasn't true. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to breath, not that he could find a reason to. He tried to stand up, but collapsed again. 'What am I supposed to do?'

            /Save the world./

            "I don't even have the strength to stand."

            /Another will be gifted./

            'I don't want another!' Angry tears dripped down his cheeks and off his chin. 'Drake…Draco, you were supposed to help me, stay with me.'

            "Draco, please don't do this to me. It was bad enough the time I could save you" 'But now I can't.'

            He realized he was talking to an already empty shell and turned away, biting his lip, and drawing blood. He crawled around, looking for something sharp. He received many scratches, but was not finding anything that could possibly be lethal. After moments of scraping through the under brush and a near meeting with one of the giant arachnids, Harry stumbled upon the carcass of 1st year's dead unicorn. The horn was still sharp and had fallen from the skull. 'Let someone else take this power' He pressed it against his chest and clenched his jaw, readying himself for death. At the last second, a hand cover the fist that clenched the horn/stake and pulling it away from him, while an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him into the unknown's chest. Harry sniffed and fell into deep sleep.

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Beverly: Short chapter, I know, but I had to finish off that scene. Don't kill me for killing Drake!

Draco: I thought you said I WASN'T DEAD!

Beverly: You're not

Draco: I AM IN THE STORY!

Harry: *steps out and lungs at Bev* I'M GOING TO KIIIIIIIIIILL YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!

Beverly: Oy, give me a break. It ain't over yet. And if you kill me, you'll never know who your savior is.

Harry: I don't care! I WANTED to die!

Beverly: Aren't once you find out.

Harry: Says you.

Beverly: Yes, I DO say. Now go away. *waves him off*