The Crow: Solace

Rated: R

Author: Mad Love Dreamer

Ship: This is a D/G (draco and ginny) Fic! If you dont like it, well why did you click on the link anyway, IDIOT!

Disclaimers: The Crow does not belong to me, Nor does any of the characters of the Harry Potter universe. Im just barrowing them for now!

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

telepathic communication

Flash Backs 

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"People used to think that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes... only sometimes the crow brings that soul back to set the wrong things right."

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We held hands on the last night on earth.

Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,

screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.

It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated

along the bottom of the river.

So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea

and the shattered seasons lay,

and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.

In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.

We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes

of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.

The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn

as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.

The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.

I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked

if you would accompany me in a quick fall,

but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two.

I rode alone.

You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."

There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,

bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

Of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.

The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon

and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.

Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,

and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched

into the earth like a message

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AFI

Chapter One: Memories of Nothing

It was hard, to get up from where he had laid for what seemed like hours upon hours. True, he didn't want leave her, but the crow didn't give him much of a choice with its incessant cawing and pecking. Draco stood, much to the crows delight, and decided to dust himself off. He was covered in dirt both from his grave and from lying on the ground.

While dusting himself off he took a notice of his outfit and he grimaced. "Well this won't do. I will have to go back to my manor and get me some more clothes." He stated, more to himself. He started to reach inside his pocket for his wand, when he realized that he didn't have it with him. He blinked, confused. "Strange, I thought we were buried with our wands, I'm going to have to see about this."  He nodded and turned on his heel making his way out of the cemetery the crow flying not far above him.

His really did not know why he was brought back, all he knew was that he wanted to find those who had murdered them. His memories from his life were blurry… jumbled. It was clear that he would have to discover what had happened before. All he knew was that he had loved that red haired girl… he still loved her and he was thirsty for blood. The cawing of the crow startled him out of his thoughts.

"What?"

The crow cawed again and circled above his head. "You think I'm going anywhere… you think I will be able to do anything dressed like this? If I'm going to reek vengeance and send people to hell wearing a tattered white poets shirt and trousers with tears on them you are sadly mistaken. They will know that it was me that sent them to hell… so I'm going to dress the part." He glared up at the crow.

The crow cawed back, he sounded slightly annoyed, if a crow can.

It wasn't very long before Draco stood in front of the mansion that had once been his home. Once. His mood started to darken. "Time to test out this supernatural strength, yes?" Crouching down he vaulted over the wall that surrounded the mansion and landed softly on the other side. "I could get used to this…" He muttered as he made his was into the empty house and up the staircase. 

His hand was gliding along the railing as he slowly made his way to his chambers, the crow floating above his head.  Draco froze where he was when he felt cold wash through him and flashing appear, his head jerked a little and he closed his eyes and flinched.

"Ginny?"

"Draco!" The young woman squealed as the blond swept her up in his arms. She was giggling softly, her arms wrapped around the young mans neck.

The young man grinned mischievously and continued taking the young woman up the stairs. He placed a small kiss on her fore head , "Love you Gin."

The young woman snuggled against his chest.

Draco snatched his hand away from the railing, he could feel where her warmth had been as if he was just holding her. Then she was gone from his embrace, an ache started in his chest, but he continued to make his way up the stairs until he reached his chamber. He was very reluctant to touch the handle. Taking a deep breath he grasped it and jerked it open.

Nothing happened as he stood at the entrance of his room. He could feel the cold air that had been trapped inside of his room. The crow cawed, urging to go into the room. Draco looked at it, not understanding why he had decided to follow him. Shrugging Draco stepped inside…

"Draco Malfoy! You stop that this instant!"  Ginny yelled as she wan from him, her long hair streaming behind her. She was laughing as he chased her around the room.

"Oh No You Don't! You wont escape my this time!" Draco ran up behind her and caught her around the waist. She leaned forward trying to catch her breath and laughing at the same time. He chuckled. "Seems as if  you are getting out of shape, love. What have you been eating?!"

Ginny elbowed him in the stomach, but he didn't loosen his grip from around her waist. "That was very rude, Draco!" She humphed and crossed her arms over her breasts. Draco smirked and turned out around to face him.

"Oh come now… don't be that way! You know I was only joking… im sorry?" Draco said as he put on an 'apologetic' expression.

Ginny sighed, "I couldn't stay mad at you even if you wanted me to." She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, her fingers playing with the silky silver strand of his hair.

"Now why would I want you to stay mad at me? I don't think I could stand you being bad at me for the rest of my life, you know?" He suddenly got a very serious expression on his face.

Ginny looked at him, her expression full of concern. "What on earth are you talking about, Draco?"

"Your graduating this year, what are you plans?"

He had maneuvered them so that the were now setting in one of the chairs by the fire place, her head resting on his shoulder as she played with the buttons on his shirt.

"Plans… I hadn't even made any. I'm only eighteen… it seems that everything has gone by so fast. I've hardly had time to thing of anything." Her left hand had lowered and rested on her belly. Draco noticed and looked at her. "Its always been my dream to become a writer you know… I would love to write books and novels for a living. Things from my imagination… creating my own worlds. I'm afraid that my family wouldn't except that as a career. They've seemed so distant lately. Ever since Percy has joined," She swallowed and Draco nodded, "Well… they seem not to care anymore." She hadn't noticed that her hand was slowly going in circles on her belly.

Draco noticed.

"Is there something you want to tell me, love?" Draco asked, looking into her eyes.

"I…um, I'm scared." Was all she said, and Draco drew her into a tight embrace, her silent tears wetting his neck.

Draco was frozen. He was in so much pain. It hurt. His hands were clutching he head in tight fists. He had fallen forward onto his knees soon after the vision had ended. "Why… WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!! WHY!!" a sob escaped his lifeless lips. He was in so much pain. She was there… in his arms. He had felt her. His neck was still warm with her tears.

The crow cawed, Get a hold of yourself, Draco Malfoy. You must understand that this is not my doing. Its one of your most important memories, and when you died it was the third one that left you. You must realize that.

"If they're my memories… then why do I feel everything like its happening right then in there. Why does it have to hurt so fucking much?" Draco was leaning against the was, his knees drawn up to his chest.

That's how strong the memory was, and how you embedded it into your memory when it happened. You should be blaming yourself, not me. Now I think you should hurry and change if that's what your going to do. We have things to do, and you don't have all the time in the world.

Draco made it to his feet and made his way over to his dresser, "What happened to my wand?"

Your wand was not found when you died, nor was Virginias'

Draco nodded. "So how am I going to perform any magic?"

Crow cawed, Magic, come now Malfoy. You won't need a wand to perform magic.

Draco sighed and pulled out a pair of black pants and a long sleeved black shirt. He quickly pulled them on and grabbed his black leather trench coat…

"C'mon Draco, try it on! It would look great on you."

Draco shot Ginny a look. She had talked him into going shopping in muggle London. She was so excited that she was going to go. It was for her birthday, she had just turned seventeen. "Gin, you're the one that's supposed to be trying on things, not me! Besides, its muggle clothes." He wrinkled his nose.

Ginny laughed at him, "Please… for me?" She gave him a look.

"Alright, fine."

"Yes! Oh and you must try on this… Oh and this also! Try these on!" She had loaded up his arms with black pants, and long-sleeved black shirt, a pair of black boots and the jacket. He just scoffed at her as she shooed him into one of the dressing rooms.

Draco smiled at the memory. She had made him buy all of those, saying that he would need them one of those days. The shirt clung to him like a second skin, and his pants were very comfortable. He was very glad that she had talked him into getting these those years ago. He pulled on the jacket and finished by putting on his boots.

"Where are we supposed to start looking anyway?" He asked the Crow.

Why… where else but Diagon Alley?

TBC!

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Yea yea, I know. Im sorry that it took so long for me to update, but I just got into the updating mood all of a sudden. Oh well, I hoped you liked it! I have some good things planned for this story, and ill try to get it up sooner.

Peace,

Mad Love

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