From Death, We Shall Grow Chapter 6: On the path of the dead, only the living can return, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 6 - On the path of the dead, only the living can return

Run Snow Patrol

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Verdesilath() - Barcelona is written and performed by Jewel, you can find it on her Spirit cd

Midnigth Star- Thanks! I appreciate you comment, and thanks for the suggestions, I agree that they are good songs that could be used, who knows? But I have the songs already picked out for the next two chapters, and after that who knows? lol

Dancerchick314()- thanks! Your complement really made me fell good! Yes, I to love it when Ron and Hermione are included, which is why I put them in there! lol , and what kind of Harry Potter story would it be with out his faithful companions?

charlie-potter1- no problem! Im really sorry for not updating sooner, but I was really preoccupied with new found things that had happened to me recently! I plan to write this chapter, then not update for a while and just write a few chapters so that I can update more!

Robin the bird- yes poor harry but he's such an easy target! And don't worry not only is it RL/SB but its also HP/DM, I thought I wrote that in my summary but oh well! lol

Thanks for everyone with their reviews, and stuff!

Harry had been put back into the hospital room, and Madame Pompfry had poured a dreamless sleep potion down his unconscious throat, and it had now been two days. (A.N. yes, I am quite aware that Harry passes out a lot, I promise, not as much from now on! LOL)

Harry slowly blinked his eyes open, not fully aware as to where he was, but had the odd sensation that he had been here before.

Obviously I have been here before, it's the hospital wing….

Everything had rushed back to Harry with in the few seconds that he had rejoined the living.

He slowly sat up in his bed. He had bandages on his arms, and he felt a sting coming from his self-inflicted wounds.

The room was completely empty, which he was grateful for.

He saw his clothing piled neatly on the chair next to him.

He slowly undressed himself from his hospital clothes, mulling over the occurrences that had occurred the previous few days.

He supposed that people had ideas as to why he had tried to kill himself, although he doubted that most of , if any, of them had actually come close to his reasons.

True, at his uncles house he was usually beaten into unconsciousness, but that wasn't the only reason.

My main reason is because he had….. no, he couldn't bring himself to say it, even if it was in his head.

It would remain a secret, locked away in a tiny box in the dark and dusty corner of his mind. Never to be opened , never to be broken into. Never to become known to no one.

Harry had finished dressing, and had crept his way past Madame Pomfrey's office, not knowing whether or not she was in there, and not caring to really find out.

He made it into the corridor, and silently made his way down the stairs.

He had so far made it down to the main hall without coming across anyone or anything, to which he was very grateful, not up to having to be confronted, at least not yet.

He headed towards the direction of the Great Hall.

When he came upon the door, which was slightly ajar, he stood there, hearing the voices that where within talking, about him.

"They were self-inflicted, I had found the letter, and the knife next to him," Remus told the group which consisted of The Order, and not begrudgingly to anyone, surprisingly, Hermione and Ron.

"I just don't understand what had drove him to try to……" Sirius added, in a shocked monotonic voice. "I mean, when we got there, it was bad, really bad, but I got the feeling when he had… cut himself, that it wasn't the only reas……."

Harry didn't feel the need to further listen, since clearly none had figured it out yet.

He turned around and headed back towards the entrance hall. He decided, instead of going up to Gryffindor tower, he fancied himself a walk.

He went over the threshold and breathed in deeply the fresh air. It was slightly chilly and still overcast from the rain that had been thrashing against the grounds.

Harry stepped carefully down the steps, and headed to the left, walking the line of the border of the lake, hearing odd splashing, but unable to identify what it was, considering the fact that there was a dense mist covering the pond.

Harry walked about fifteen minutes when he heard an eerie, instrument- like noise coming from a distance away.

Harry walked nearer, unable to find anyone, but he heard a voice singing a sad mournful song, like a fallen angel:

"I thought it was funny

When you, missed the train

When I rang you at home

They said you left, yesterday

I thought it was strange,

When your car was found

Harry continued walking forward, entranced with the singing.

By the tree in
Eunice , were we used to hang around

Finally, Harry had reached a small clump of trees on the other side of the lake, behind the castle.

Harry was content on just standing there, listening, but he wanted to draw nearer and see who the fallen angel was. Harry started moving into the small clump of trees, hearing to voice getting louder as he approached.

And who he would become
All the things he'd have done
Would he have loved you
And not let you down
And would he be stronger, than his
Father
Don't punish yourself
Leave it well alone

Harry reached a tree a few yards before where the singer was sitting. Harry had a clear view, as he stood behind the tree, only his head peeking a little around the corner.

Harry was shocked beyond belief to see that the singer was none other than the true fallen angel himself, Draco Malfoy. what is he DOING here? The only thought that drifted into his head, still entranced in this beautiful yet sorrowful song. Draco was sitting there, his right side facing Harry's tree. Harry saw that Draco was looking into the distance, but not seeing. He recognized that same lost look on the blonde boy's face from his own.

Dear Isobel, I hope your well
And what you've done is right
Oh its been such hell I wish you well
I hope your safe tonight
Its been a long day coming
And long will it last when
Its last day leaving
Im helping it pass by loving you more
Its been a long day coming
And long will it last
When its last day leaving
Im helping it pass by loving
Loving you more "

When the song was over. Draco stopped moving the pick, and let his arm hang down the front of his acoustic guitar. The still far- away look in his eyes.

All of a sudden, Draco looked over in his direction, and said, "Who's there?"

Damn Damn Damn Damn…. Harry thought to himself, unsure as to how the other young man, how known he was standing there.

Draco seemed to still be searching with his eyes in the trees as to what he had heard.

It wasn't much, and without Draco's odd higher sense of hearing , he wouldn't have heard the small sigh escaping someone's mouth.

Draco was shocked to see that Harry Potter was the one who had stepped through to the clearing.

Draco had heard of what had happened, but unsure of the truth in it.

"Hello Potter," Draco said to Harry.

Harry looked at Draco suspiciously, unaware of his intentions.

But as Harry stood, and Draco sat, both staring intently into each other's eyes, they both came to realize that something had changed with the both of them. The rifts in the air between them was proof enough. Although in Draco, change had been of the bigger than in Harry.

Harry crossed the rest of the way, and stood in front of Draco.

"Well, Potter, are you going to sit down?" Draco offered, in no way crude.

Harry sat on the other end of the fallen over tree.

Without turning, or even looking in his general direction, Harry asked Draco, "What is the song about?"

Draco sighed and said "My friend Isobel. She died, last year."

"How?" Harry asked, not caring if it was offensive, because upon entering the small woods, all feelings and emotions had escaped.

"She hung herself. From the tree where we had met. She was the only friend I ever had. And she's gone."

Harry didn't seem affected by the words, and they both continued to stare, at what was before them, in their lives, and in reality, but what both boys had in common, is that both were not seeing.

A/N: well that's it this time, kids! LoL. Any ways "Isobel" the song that Draco was singing is written and performed by Dido, you can find that on her No Angel Cd. Yes, I am quite aware that I didn't finish a sentence, and you all might be wondering what that's all about, you'll find out a little later in the story. And if you can figure out what I'm talking about, then bonus points for you!
Until next time, Loves,
Kalistra