Sandy~Guess who's back?
Vicky~...US! ^_^
Sandy~-.-...V?
Vicky~Yeth? ^_______^
Sandy~...Did you have coffee?
Vicky~...Maybe ^-^
Sandy~o.o....O.O...RUN FO' IT! ::runs for her life::
Vicky~@_@...hehehehehehehe! ::stes random things on fire:: More fire! MORE fire!
Sorry about the major lack of updates. We've had some trouble. However, now, we shall try to update as often as possible.
~:~Breath Into Me~:~
"Mister Potter, can you hear me?...Please, say you can hear me!"
Poppy was going out of her mind with worry. This boy's pulse was, not just low, but completely gone.
"Madame Pomphrey?,"came a curious voice from the door,"What's going on?"
Draco Malfoy, once again, sprinted into the Infirmary. He'd come back to check on the green-eyed boy, just to ease his worried mind. He figured that Madame Pomphrey would do her work and it would all be okay.
However, when he caught sight of the raven haired angel's sheet pale skin and ice blue lips, he stopped in his tracks.
"Is he...Gone?,"Draco breathed, almost pleading. It couldn't be true. After all he'd done to save the boy, he was not going to die on him now!
Without waiting for another word, the blonde rushed forward and put his hands onto Harry's cheeks, feeling for any form of bodyheat.
It was faint...
Yet, it was still there.
While Madame Pomphrey went and bustled around, obviously trusting Draco with this serious patient, the blonde quickly examined Harry.
Draco put his thumb to Harry's neck, feeling for some sort of pulse.
None...
If he didn't hurry, this boy would be gone.
Still, something wasn't right. When he'd left yesterday night, after a visit, Harry had been bruised and skaken, but breathing. He had been breathing and there had been a pulse.
Something wasn't right...
Draco waved his wand over Harry's body and muttered a spell, emmitting a grey light. A detecting spell.
Something had to have been tampered with. Maybe he'd been given a foul potion, or a rancid painkiller. Or maybe...
...Poison.
When the light coming out of Draco's wand went a blood red, pulsing dangerously, it had been confirmed.
Someone had come in here, and tried to kill Harry Potter.
"Madame Pomphrey!,"he bellowed,"I need an antidote! FAST!"
Almost instantly, Madame Pomphrey ran to her cupboards and pulled out a vial of green liquid. Qithout another thought, Draco uncorked it and poured it down Harry's throat, maneuvering the boy's neck to cause him to swallow.
After a minute of anxious, nervous waiting, they sat still. Waiting.
...For nothing...
He was gone.
Harry was gone...
A tear began to form at the side of Draco's eye. He didn't know why, but it fell. And once it fell, it as followed by many more. So many, in fact, that the other eye joined in.
"I have to save him,"Draco muttered, trying to stop his tears,"Somehow."
Draco looked down with bloodshot eyes at the snow wite body on the bed. With every moment that passed, Harry was drifting further anf further away from the land of the living.
"It's too late,"Poppy sobbed,"He's not breathing! If he doesn't breath in another minute, he'll be gone. Without hope...We don't have enough time."
Poppy's eyes were flooded with tears. She'd saved this boy so many times, it was hard to keep up. And now, because of a boyfriend's crazed temper, she couldn't.
Harry Potter, just like James, was out of her hands.
Without an angry growl, Draco leaned over Harry's body. He got down on his knees and opened Harry' mouth.
"Not if I can help it."
Draco put a hand over Harry's nose and took a deep breath.
Poppy watched in amazement at what the blonde did next. Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter's so-called enemy, was giving the Boy-Who-Lived muggle CPR.
Draco, whom was supposed to hate Harry, was doing the raven haired boy's breathing for him.
After two minutes, nothing happened. Harry was still cold, pale, and without a pulse at all.
Draco lifted his head, tears leaking down his cheeks again.
...It was really too late...
He slowly got to his feet, not believing his eyes. Here lay Harry Potter; dead because of his boyfriend. Here lay Harry Potter; his crush.
Dead.
Draco hung his head and, for the first time in amost a decade, sobbed.
He sobbed for his enemy.
He sobbed for his rival.
He sobbed for his crush.
...And what could've been love...
As Poppy pulled him in for a hug, the sobbing only got louder. The both stood, right beside Harry's bed.
These two were the first to know of Harry James Potter's death, and would be the first of billions to mourn.
As Draco's sobs ceased, after almost five minutes, a sound came to their ears.
Faint...
Slow and raspy...
Sort of like...coughing...
Draco's eyes went wide with hope.
He turned around so quickly, he nearly made Poppy trip and fall over her own feet.
There, on the death bed, was a raven haired.
...Coughing up blood.
~:~End Chapter Five~:~
Vicky~Yes, it was short, but more is soon to come. We promise! ^_^
Vicky~...US! ^_^
Sandy~-.-...V?
Vicky~Yeth? ^_______^
Sandy~...Did you have coffee?
Vicky~...Maybe ^-^
Sandy~o.o....O.O...RUN FO' IT! ::runs for her life::
Vicky~@_@...hehehehehehehe! ::stes random things on fire:: More fire! MORE fire!
Sorry about the major lack of updates. We've had some trouble. However, now, we shall try to update as often as possible.
~:~Breath Into Me~:~
"Mister Potter, can you hear me?...Please, say you can hear me!"
Poppy was going out of her mind with worry. This boy's pulse was, not just low, but completely gone.
"Madame Pomphrey?,"came a curious voice from the door,"What's going on?"
Draco Malfoy, once again, sprinted into the Infirmary. He'd come back to check on the green-eyed boy, just to ease his worried mind. He figured that Madame Pomphrey would do her work and it would all be okay.
However, when he caught sight of the raven haired angel's sheet pale skin and ice blue lips, he stopped in his tracks.
"Is he...Gone?,"Draco breathed, almost pleading. It couldn't be true. After all he'd done to save the boy, he was not going to die on him now!
Without waiting for another word, the blonde rushed forward and put his hands onto Harry's cheeks, feeling for any form of bodyheat.
It was faint...
Yet, it was still there.
While Madame Pomphrey went and bustled around, obviously trusting Draco with this serious patient, the blonde quickly examined Harry.
Draco put his thumb to Harry's neck, feeling for some sort of pulse.
None...
If he didn't hurry, this boy would be gone.
Still, something wasn't right. When he'd left yesterday night, after a visit, Harry had been bruised and skaken, but breathing. He had been breathing and there had been a pulse.
Something wasn't right...
Draco waved his wand over Harry's body and muttered a spell, emmitting a grey light. A detecting spell.
Something had to have been tampered with. Maybe he'd been given a foul potion, or a rancid painkiller. Or maybe...
...Poison.
When the light coming out of Draco's wand went a blood red, pulsing dangerously, it had been confirmed.
Someone had come in here, and tried to kill Harry Potter.
"Madame Pomphrey!,"he bellowed,"I need an antidote! FAST!"
Almost instantly, Madame Pomphrey ran to her cupboards and pulled out a vial of green liquid. Qithout another thought, Draco uncorked it and poured it down Harry's throat, maneuvering the boy's neck to cause him to swallow.
After a minute of anxious, nervous waiting, they sat still. Waiting.
...For nothing...
He was gone.
Harry was gone...
A tear began to form at the side of Draco's eye. He didn't know why, but it fell. And once it fell, it as followed by many more. So many, in fact, that the other eye joined in.
"I have to save him,"Draco muttered, trying to stop his tears,"Somehow."
Draco looked down with bloodshot eyes at the snow wite body on the bed. With every moment that passed, Harry was drifting further anf further away from the land of the living.
"It's too late,"Poppy sobbed,"He's not breathing! If he doesn't breath in another minute, he'll be gone. Without hope...We don't have enough time."
Poppy's eyes were flooded with tears. She'd saved this boy so many times, it was hard to keep up. And now, because of a boyfriend's crazed temper, she couldn't.
Harry Potter, just like James, was out of her hands.
Without an angry growl, Draco leaned over Harry's body. He got down on his knees and opened Harry' mouth.
"Not if I can help it."
Draco put a hand over Harry's nose and took a deep breath.
Poppy watched in amazement at what the blonde did next. Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter's so-called enemy, was giving the Boy-Who-Lived muggle CPR.
Draco, whom was supposed to hate Harry, was doing the raven haired boy's breathing for him.
After two minutes, nothing happened. Harry was still cold, pale, and without a pulse at all.
Draco lifted his head, tears leaking down his cheeks again.
...It was really too late...
He slowly got to his feet, not believing his eyes. Here lay Harry Potter; dead because of his boyfriend. Here lay Harry Potter; his crush.
Dead.
Draco hung his head and, for the first time in amost a decade, sobbed.
He sobbed for his enemy.
He sobbed for his rival.
He sobbed for his crush.
...And what could've been love...
As Poppy pulled him in for a hug, the sobbing only got louder. The both stood, right beside Harry's bed.
These two were the first to know of Harry James Potter's death, and would be the first of billions to mourn.
As Draco's sobs ceased, after almost five minutes, a sound came to their ears.
Faint...
Slow and raspy...
Sort of like...coughing...
Draco's eyes went wide with hope.
He turned around so quickly, he nearly made Poppy trip and fall over her own feet.
There, on the death bed, was a raven haired.
...Coughing up blood.
~:~End Chapter Five~:~
Vicky~Yes, it was short, but more is soon to come. We promise! ^_^