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A/N: Alright, here's the next two parts. And an extra one. I had a snow day today, and was feeling generous, so even though the "bonus part" isn't very long, I think you Draco and Harry lovers will like what happens. Please keep up the wonderful reviews!
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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Eleven: A blast from the future.
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Draco followed Harry through several long twisting corridors until they were standing in front of a blank wall.
"We're here.." Declared Harry.
Draco looked at him and smirked, "If you haven't noticed Potter, there's nothing here. And unless you plan on projecting yourself so you dematerialize or know some fancy charm to walk through that wall, you've gone bonkers."
Harry rolled his eyes and turned to the wall, calmly saying, "Right. I want you to know that this room is always changing Malfoy, so I don't know if its going to work or not."
"Then why'd you bring me here? And besides, isn't that what the riddle said, something always changing or something..?"
"Yeah, but I don't know if its going to change into the right thing."
"Oh. Well get on with it Potter. Show me this room of yours."
"Kay, I'll get on that right away." Said Harry sarcastically. Draco was about to say something but Harry held up a hand stopping him. "No distractions. ."
Draco watched as he placed his hand on the wall and closed his eyes, appearing to be deep in thought.
Yep, he's definitely lost it..
A short moment later a door appeared where he was touching. Draco looked at him slightly wide eyed, his eyes switching from the door to Harry again and again. "How'd you do that?"
"The powers of being bonkers." Replied Harry sarcastically, smirking. He opened the door and motioned for Draco to go first. "Ladies first."
"Sod off Potter."
Harry smiled slightly and followed Draco into the room. After Harry stepped into the room the door swung shut by itself behind him. He reached out and touched Draco's elbow through the swirling mist around them. Draco turned, "What Potter?"
Confusion clouded Harry's face and he opened his mouth to speak but didn't say anything. Draco smirked slightly and turned. Harry's arm dropped and Draco took a few more steps forward, observing his surroundings.
There were no walls. No shapes.. All that could be seen was mist which seemed to go on forever almost as if it were never ending-- sort of like how the sky appeared to be. The sky was a violent red and sparks continuously fell from it, always seeming to fade before they touched his skin.
Draco silently noted that there wasn't any temperature where they were at. He wasn't cold, nor was he hot. It was like he couldn't really feel himself anymore, almost as if he were completely numb. No, being numb felt different. This felt.. This felt like nothing.
Where are we? Questioned Draco silently to himself. He reached out a hand to the mist only to have it swim out of his grasp. His hand dropped to his side and he watched as the fog consumed the area where his hand had been just seconds before. Harry watched in minor amusement from behind Draco as he continued to grab at the fog.
He stepped closer to Draco and whispered in his ear, "Is that fun?"
Draco dropped his hand again and scowled, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine, and said, "Sod off Potter."
Draco started walking further into the mist, searching for any signs of life and well, any signs of anything. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
Harry's voice came out barely audible, "I don't know.. I didn't even know this room was allowed to transform in to an actual form of weather.."
"If you can even call this some sort of weather.." Mumbled Draco.
As they continued to walk, the door now lost from their sight, a shape was beginning to form in the distance. Draco quickened his pace, wanting to see what ever it was and wanting to get out of there as fast as possible.
Draco stopped in his tracks, Harry nearly running into him.
Harry studied the shape. It was difficult to tell what it was from his field of view as it just a shape. A dark, cloudy, half egg shaped shape.
"What is it?"
Draco swallowed, staring at horror at the barely visible name etched onto the rock. "It's a headstone.. Its.."
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Part Twelve: A blast from the past.
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"It's a headstone.. Its my headstone.."
Harry blinked. "Are you sure?"
Draco nodded, stepping closer to it. The date of Draco's death was carefully chiseled out and some sort of dirt was covering what ever else the headstone said. He bent down and reached to scratch it off, when he noticed the white rose lying on top of the stone.
It all felt so familiar; the only difference was the name. Draco stared at the headstone in a trance; it was like he was back to that day. He had had that memory carefully selected and locked away, but now it was like he was living it again.
His mother was crying besides his father who had an arm loosely draped around her shoulder. Both of them were wearing black, a great contrast to their blond hair. His mother was staring past him, her eyes down casted to the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks as her shoulder's shook. His father comfortingly rubbed her shoulder.
The five-year-old Draco turned away from his parents and looked to the enchanted sky, reaching his hand up to try to catch one of the golden sparks. His father cleared his throat in warning behind him, and he quickly stopped, his pale hand dropping to his side. Why didn't his father know children would be children?
He turned to what they were looking at and he frowned when he saw the stone, knowing it was a grave. He silently told himself that it wasn't his fault, no matter what his parents said. He hadn't killed her, she had just slipped out of grasp. He didn't kill her.. He was only five, how could have he murdered someone?
He was five.
He twirled a single white rose in his fingers, careful not to prick himself as he stepped closer to her headstone. He brought the rose to his lips and gently kissed it, setting it atop of the stone. He stood there for a long while, staring at her grave, at the words etched in stone. He knew what they said, he didn't need to read them. He had remembered them. He silently willed the girl in the grave to sit up, and for everything to be okay.
But nothing was okay anymore. Draco knew that. He knew that even though he was only five, and should be playing outside with other children, his father would force him to grow up. He wouldn't be daddy's little boy, not after what he had done -- even if it wasn't his fault.
Thinking of his father, Draco felt a prickling on the back of his neck and he turned to link eyes with the man of his thoughts. His father's eyes were hard and cold, distant even. He bowed his head in shame and grievance, slowly walking towards his father. Soon enough, he was standing besides his father, but he was careful not to look up from the ground. He didn't want to look up from the ground, he didn't want to see the grave again. Lucius reached a black gloved hand up and placed it on Draco's neck, at first in a soothing manor and Draco thought for just a second, just a second, that everything would be okay after all.
But Draco's father began squeezing his neck, tighter and tighter, making it harder to breath. Draco gasped slightly and looked up to the headstone. His father's grip never loosened on his neck but Draco still had the urge to look back down to the ground. His eyes stayed glued on the headstone, though unwillingly, and through the fog it seemed to be suddenly screaming at him, screaming, "You killed me!"
A single tear slid down Draco's cheek and he fought to hold back other's. Everyone's accusation rang through his head, and suddenly it all made sense. He hadn't meant to kill her, she was the only real friend he ever had...
Draco was interrupted from his memory as Harry spoke. "Draco?"
Draco scowled, his eyes flickering to Harry, "What Potter?"
Harry sighed, giving Draco an odd look, "Nothing.."
Figures.
Draco turned, and carefully reached down and touched the stone, sending an electric shock up his arm. He pulled back in surprise, "What the hell?"
"What happened?" Asked Harry, stepping closer to where Draco was.
"It bit me!" Said Draco angrily.
Harry smiled slightly behind him, "Rocks don't bite Malfoy, or have you forgotten that fact?"
"But this one did! I'm telling you, it bit me!"
Harry smirked and bent down, touching the stone where Draco had. Nothing happened. "I think your imagining things Malfoy."
Draco's scowl deepened and he stood as Harry scratched off the remaining dirt. Draco's eyes wandered back to the white rose and he swallowed, forcing himself to look at the freshly uncovered words. Harry read them aloud,
"Left is less than one week.
Look into the tears thy have shed,
There are the answers you seek.
Hurry now, before your soul is dead."
Draco didn't hear what Harry said next as his eyes traveled to the words above the riddle:
"Over the river, and beneath the rock rests our souls. Forever."
Draco swallowed, backing up. "No.. No.. No.."
Harry stood and turned to Draco. "Draco?"
"No.." Repeated Draco.
"Are you okay?" Asked Harry softly, stepping closer to him.
Draco moved further away and yelled, "NO!"
He turned around and ran, he ran away from Harry, away from the memories, and away from her.
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Bonus Part.
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Draco pounded his fist against the brick wall, a surge of pain traveling up his arm as he leaned against it for support. His mind was spinning. This couldn't be happening. She was dead. People didn't come back from the dead. They couldn't -- not any more.
Draco closed his eyes, letting a few hot tears slide down his face. No. Malfoy's don't cry.. I won't cry. I haven't cried sense I was five..
Someone touched Draco's shoulder and he spun around, coming face to face with Harry. He quickly wiped away his tears and urged himself to stop crying, looking anywhere but at Harry. I won't let Potter see me this weak..
"Are you okay Draco?" Slowly he turned his eyes back to Harry whose face was etched in worry.
Draco's jaw clenched and angrily he spat, "Fine Potter. Just fine."
He turned, his shoulder brushing the wall as he didn't want to be any closer to the raven-haired gryffindor than necessary, and went to leave, but Harry grabbed his wrist. Draco's eyes were on the floor.
Harry's voice was soft as he asked, "What's wrong?"
Draco turned and scowled, his eyes meeting Harry's.
Why did he look so concerned?
"Nothings wrong. I'm fine. Just leave me the bloody hell alone!" He tried pulling his wrist from Harry's grasp, but the raven haired boy had a surprisingly strong grip.
His voice was harder this time, more demanding as he repeated, "What's wrong?"
Draco bit his tongue from keeping it all coming pouring out. He refused to tell. It was Potter for god sakes!
Harry asked again and before Draco knew it he was saying, "Why can't she just bloody leave me alone? First the bloody heart and now the rose. She's--" Draco's voice caught in his throat and another tear slid down his cheek against his will.
Harry sighed, stepping closer to Draco. "She's what?"
"Never mind.." Said Draco stubbornly, finally pulling away. He moved his eyes to the floor again, standing awkwardly in front of Potter. He suddenly felt naked, as if he had just told the boy his biggest, darkest secrets.
Which in a way he had.
In front of him, the raven-haired gryffindor was deep in thought. Finally he asked, "What bloody heart?"
"Never mind."
Harry sighed in defeat and for a minute, Draco thought he was going to drop the subject. However, that was before he spoke again, gently asking, "Draco, do you have any idea who's threatening you?"
Draco swallowed, his eyes still glued to the floor and said, "No."
"Are you lying?"
His eyes moved near Harry, searching the wall behind him as he forcefully said, "No Potter."
"Then why are you crying?"
Draco scowled, refusing to look at the raven-haired boy, "I am not crying, and even if I were, it would be none of your bloody business."
Harry frowned slightly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'm just trying to help."
"Well I don't need your bloody help Potter! And I don't need your bloody pity either!" Yelled Draco, his eyes switching from the wall to Potter. He stepped backwards, repeating, "I don't need your help! Just leave me alone!"
Harry sighed again, stepping towards the boy, softly saying, "Calm down. ."
Why won't he just leave me the bloody hell alone?! Screamed Draco's mind.
"Draco.."
He searched Harry's face as Harry reached up and wiped a single tear from Draco's cheek. Their eyes meant, silver searching green and vice versa. Before Draco knew it, he was stepping closer to Harry. He leaned against Harry and Harry wrapped his arms around Draco in a comforting manor. He slid a hand up and down Draco's back as Draco buried his face in his shoulder.
"It's okay.. Shhh, calm down.."
Draco sighed, feeling physically drained. He closed his eyes and let the tears come.
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