Title: Fated
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff/Muuuuuush!
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Violence
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: This is my first attempt at something a bit darker to my previous fics – its not incredibly dark right enough, but it does have death in it and a lot of violence and drug references so… *shrugs* oo, and some sexual situations between two guys. So if that offends you, don't read! Consider yourself warned! Oh, and this story has been based on a sort of Romeo/Juliet (mostly from the movie) romance type… thing. :)
A/N: Har har! And the plot THICKENS!
CHAPTER 11 – A Twist Of Fate
Harry glanced at his watch as the Knight bus stopped with a halt in front of him with a tremendous thud.
"By heck, it's 'Arry Potter!" Stan Shunpike clambered out of the driver's compartment of the bus and crossed his arms as he looked Harry up and down, shaking his head. "Well, well, well 'Arry! Never thought I'd see you again!" He laughed, bouncing on his heels.
Harry's features darkened and he took a shaky breath inwards, causing Stan to frown slightly and step back. "Take me to Malfoy Manor." Harry said, his voice deep and barely audible.
"Err, right 'o, then!" Stan laughed, his face quivering – not really sure how to take Harry's attitude. "Hop in! Right Ern, off we go then!" Stan said as Harry carelessly put the remainders of his money into Stan's hand and stepped silently onto the bus.
As Harry sat down on one of the plush purple seats, he kept finding himself with his hand deep inside his pocket, his fingers numbly caressing the small vial of poison. Time seemed like flashes of lightning, and before he knew it, Stan was calling from the driver's compartment.
"Ere we are, 'Arry! Malfoy Manor it is!" He said, his voice sounding as if he had been shouting for a long time.
Harry quickly snapped out of his daze and glanced at his watch again. 7 pm. Nodding a swift thankyou to Stan, he hopped off the bus and stood at the large golden gates of the Malfoy Estate.
To say the Manor was massive was the understatement of the century. It stood, three storeys high, extension buildings sweeping from every side of the entrance, balconies… huge windows… a gigantic front garden with bird pools, arches and stone pillars, it looked like something out of a fairy tale.
Taking in a deep, reassuring breath, Harry placed his fingers around the front gate, grasping it's steely coldness and pushing it open with a loud creak.
The windows at the front of the house glowed dully, as if in mourning, white flowers scattered around the entrance of the house. *Remembrance.* Harry thought painfully to himself, as he crept up silently to the entrance.
Reaching into his pocket for his wand, he stood still at the door, praying to all of his gods that it would open.
"Alohomora." He muttered, a small but sad smile of triumph etching his features as the door opened ever so silently.
Opening the door a bit more, Harry popped his head inside and peered around the dim lit entrance hall, which appeared to be empty. *7 pm? Hopefully they'll be eating their evening meal…* He prayed to himself as he silently stepped inside, closing the door behind him, trying his best to stick to the shadows.
The house was cold inside, dark and very airy. Every intake of breath felt like a chill in his lungs, freezing his insides and making him more numb than he already felt.
The vial of poison was gripped tight in the palm of his hands, the smooth surface of glass digging into his cold flesh.
Harry glanced upwards at the large double-staircase, letting his eyes wander down to two doors at the bottom on each side. He knew one of them must lead to the dungeons while the other… well, let's just hope the other is where Draco was, Harry thought to himself. But he had no way to tell of which one.
Sighing and taking a quick look around to make sure no one was coming, Harry headed for the nearest door – the one to his left, and placed his hands on the cold metal of the door handle. Wrapping his fingers around it, he breathed shakily as the door creaked open, the sound echoing throughout the halls. Wincing and pulling it open quickly, Harry jumped into the darkness of the room and closed the door behind him, leaning his back against it.
Reaching into his pocket with his right hand while his left still held onto the poison, Harry pulled out his wand and muttered "Lumos."
Holding his wand out he could see he was at the top of a very dark stairway, narrow and depthless. Taking in a deep breath, Harry tip-toed silently down the stairs, his heart beating deeply in his throat, his eyes stinging. Draco had to be here. He had to.
It seemed like an age before Harry seen any light that was not coming from his own wand, but when he saw it, he knew he must have been in the right place.
The light came flickering out from a gap between two large doors at the end of the stairway, glowing like a gentle fire. The doors were slightly ajar, causing the light to beam out dully onto Harry's face.
Biting on his lip to stop himself from crying, Harry placed his hand gently on the door, and it opened very slowly, a warm wisp of air and music mingling into Harry's face as he did so.
The room was very large, scattered with white flowers and candles, and in the middle of rows of coffins at the end of the room lay Draco, looking like Sleeping Beauty.
Harry sniffed, the sound echoing off the walls and muffled by the music, as he advanced quickly to the end of the tomb, not noticing that his wand had dropped with a faint clatter behind him.
Rushing up to Draco, Harry dropped on his knees beside the platform and dug his nails into the material running under his dead lover's body.
Harry's eyes immediately stung with livid tears, and he let out a very sharp whimper. Placing a hand to Draco's face, he leaned over the silent boy and clenched his eyes shut.
"Why did you do this, you idiot?!" He wept, bringing his other hand up to cradle Draco's face. Opening his eyes and keeping them on Draco's features, Harry was oblivious to the sudden twitching movement in the other boy's hand.
Letting go of Draco's face, Harry looked down at his own hands, the twitching from Draco's deceased. Pulling off the ring that Draco had given him, Harry placed it onto the slender middle finger of Draco's left hand, wincing at the coldness of his flesh. Just as he was doing that, Draco's face twitched suddenly, in a flash of a heart beat, but Harry didn't notice. He was too busy staring at the vial of poison in his palm.
Glancing at Draco then again at the vial of poison, Harry took in a deep breath and uncorked the top of the bottle.
Draco's eyes pinged open just as Harry had placed the poison to his lips. Blinking groggily and registering his surroundings, he went to reach out for Harry, eyes widened in shock.
"Harry…?" He croaked, placing his hand on Harry's back.
Harry whipped around quickly, swallowing hard, the half empty bottle of poison dropping from his hand and landing with a smash on the marble platform.
"Harry?!" Draco whispered hoarsely, sitting upright and clinging onto Harry, who was now shaking with such force that Draco genuinely thought he had gone into some sort of seizure. His eyes were filmed over with a glossy red, his lips had turned white, and he seemed to be choking.
"What… what have you done?!" Draco demanded, sobbing, looking down at the smashed vial of poison.
But before Harry could form the words to reply, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his shaking ceased. He was out cold.
~~TBC~~
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff/Muuuuuush!
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Violence
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: This is my first attempt at something a bit darker to my previous fics – its not incredibly dark right enough, but it does have death in it and a lot of violence and drug references so… *shrugs* oo, and some sexual situations between two guys. So if that offends you, don't read! Consider yourself warned! Oh, and this story has been based on a sort of Romeo/Juliet (mostly from the movie) romance type… thing. :)
A/N: Har har! And the plot THICKENS!
CHAPTER 11 – A Twist Of Fate
Harry glanced at his watch as the Knight bus stopped with a halt in front of him with a tremendous thud.
"By heck, it's 'Arry Potter!" Stan Shunpike clambered out of the driver's compartment of the bus and crossed his arms as he looked Harry up and down, shaking his head. "Well, well, well 'Arry! Never thought I'd see you again!" He laughed, bouncing on his heels.
Harry's features darkened and he took a shaky breath inwards, causing Stan to frown slightly and step back. "Take me to Malfoy Manor." Harry said, his voice deep and barely audible.
"Err, right 'o, then!" Stan laughed, his face quivering – not really sure how to take Harry's attitude. "Hop in! Right Ern, off we go then!" Stan said as Harry carelessly put the remainders of his money into Stan's hand and stepped silently onto the bus.
As Harry sat down on one of the plush purple seats, he kept finding himself with his hand deep inside his pocket, his fingers numbly caressing the small vial of poison. Time seemed like flashes of lightning, and before he knew it, Stan was calling from the driver's compartment.
"Ere we are, 'Arry! Malfoy Manor it is!" He said, his voice sounding as if he had been shouting for a long time.
Harry quickly snapped out of his daze and glanced at his watch again. 7 pm. Nodding a swift thankyou to Stan, he hopped off the bus and stood at the large golden gates of the Malfoy Estate.
To say the Manor was massive was the understatement of the century. It stood, three storeys high, extension buildings sweeping from every side of the entrance, balconies… huge windows… a gigantic front garden with bird pools, arches and stone pillars, it looked like something out of a fairy tale.
Taking in a deep, reassuring breath, Harry placed his fingers around the front gate, grasping it's steely coldness and pushing it open with a loud creak.
The windows at the front of the house glowed dully, as if in mourning, white flowers scattered around the entrance of the house. *Remembrance.* Harry thought painfully to himself, as he crept up silently to the entrance.
Reaching into his pocket for his wand, he stood still at the door, praying to all of his gods that it would open.
"Alohomora." He muttered, a small but sad smile of triumph etching his features as the door opened ever so silently.
Opening the door a bit more, Harry popped his head inside and peered around the dim lit entrance hall, which appeared to be empty. *7 pm? Hopefully they'll be eating their evening meal…* He prayed to himself as he silently stepped inside, closing the door behind him, trying his best to stick to the shadows.
The house was cold inside, dark and very airy. Every intake of breath felt like a chill in his lungs, freezing his insides and making him more numb than he already felt.
The vial of poison was gripped tight in the palm of his hands, the smooth surface of glass digging into his cold flesh.
Harry glanced upwards at the large double-staircase, letting his eyes wander down to two doors at the bottom on each side. He knew one of them must lead to the dungeons while the other… well, let's just hope the other is where Draco was, Harry thought to himself. But he had no way to tell of which one.
Sighing and taking a quick look around to make sure no one was coming, Harry headed for the nearest door – the one to his left, and placed his hands on the cold metal of the door handle. Wrapping his fingers around it, he breathed shakily as the door creaked open, the sound echoing throughout the halls. Wincing and pulling it open quickly, Harry jumped into the darkness of the room and closed the door behind him, leaning his back against it.
Reaching into his pocket with his right hand while his left still held onto the poison, Harry pulled out his wand and muttered "Lumos."
Holding his wand out he could see he was at the top of a very dark stairway, narrow and depthless. Taking in a deep breath, Harry tip-toed silently down the stairs, his heart beating deeply in his throat, his eyes stinging. Draco had to be here. He had to.
It seemed like an age before Harry seen any light that was not coming from his own wand, but when he saw it, he knew he must have been in the right place.
The light came flickering out from a gap between two large doors at the end of the stairway, glowing like a gentle fire. The doors were slightly ajar, causing the light to beam out dully onto Harry's face.
Biting on his lip to stop himself from crying, Harry placed his hand gently on the door, and it opened very slowly, a warm wisp of air and music mingling into Harry's face as he did so.
The room was very large, scattered with white flowers and candles, and in the middle of rows of coffins at the end of the room lay Draco, looking like Sleeping Beauty.
Harry sniffed, the sound echoing off the walls and muffled by the music, as he advanced quickly to the end of the tomb, not noticing that his wand had dropped with a faint clatter behind him.
Rushing up to Draco, Harry dropped on his knees beside the platform and dug his nails into the material running under his dead lover's body.
Harry's eyes immediately stung with livid tears, and he let out a very sharp whimper. Placing a hand to Draco's face, he leaned over the silent boy and clenched his eyes shut.
"Why did you do this, you idiot?!" He wept, bringing his other hand up to cradle Draco's face. Opening his eyes and keeping them on Draco's features, Harry was oblivious to the sudden twitching movement in the other boy's hand.
Letting go of Draco's face, Harry looked down at his own hands, the twitching from Draco's deceased. Pulling off the ring that Draco had given him, Harry placed it onto the slender middle finger of Draco's left hand, wincing at the coldness of his flesh. Just as he was doing that, Draco's face twitched suddenly, in a flash of a heart beat, but Harry didn't notice. He was too busy staring at the vial of poison in his palm.
Glancing at Draco then again at the vial of poison, Harry took in a deep breath and uncorked the top of the bottle.
Draco's eyes pinged open just as Harry had placed the poison to his lips. Blinking groggily and registering his surroundings, he went to reach out for Harry, eyes widened in shock.
"Harry…?" He croaked, placing his hand on Harry's back.
Harry whipped around quickly, swallowing hard, the half empty bottle of poison dropping from his hand and landing with a smash on the marble platform.
"Harry?!" Draco whispered hoarsely, sitting upright and clinging onto Harry, who was now shaking with such force that Draco genuinely thought he had gone into some sort of seizure. His eyes were filmed over with a glossy red, his lips had turned white, and he seemed to be choking.
"What… what have you done?!" Draco demanded, sobbing, looking down at the smashed vial of poison.
But before Harry could form the words to reply, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his shaking ceased. He was out cold.
~~TBC~~
