disclaimer: I do not OWN Harry Potter. Just the sexy Draco Malfoy. Yes. I own him. YES I DO! I am not joking! I own Draco Malfoy!!!
(long sigh)Fine, fine, fine. I don't own anything Harry Potter related (sigh) including Draco (another sigh) All are owned by the wonderful deity JKR.
warning: slashity slashy slash! fucking bad language! depressing character deaths!
a/n: Ok...I am trying to write this chapter without mauling everyone to pieces, as I am currently PISSED OFF with my religion teacher who just told us today that we have a MAJOR test tomorrow! (honestly, no offense to anyone who is strictly religious, but I can't stand religion class, especially my teacher! I mean, I'm averaging an A to an A in every subject EXCEPT for religion, which I'm averaging like a C!!!!!! If not an F! grrrrr!) So, just a forewarning, this chapter may be edgily angsty at points, since I am writing this when I perhaps should be studying...I know, I know. as my mother says, I bring my woes upon me.
anyway, I love all of you that reviewed, kudos! thank you, ALL of you wonderful people that took the time to review my work! remember, reviews are what make the world go BOOM!
Oh, and due to some confusion, Draco was stunned while Neville was getting the portkey, otherwise, Dray would've kicked Neville's arse. Just wanted to clear that up!!
and to the anxiously awaited chapter:
Chapter TwelveNeville was frowning as he wrote a letter, warning the Order of the Phoenix that Harry was the new Dark Lord. But his train of thought kept getting interrupted. He kept replaying the scene with Voldemort over and over in his mind, each time, feeling more confused. Snapping out of his mind, Neville focused on the letter again.
Order of the Phoenix:
I feel it is my obligation to inform you that Harry Potter is indeed the new Dark Lord. Whilst He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is indeed dead-
He paused, biting his lip. He tried with all of his might to stay focused on the letter, but he began remembering Malfoy. He remembered how he, Neville Longbottom, had-
Suddenly, the air in the room went ice cold, and the lights flickered out. Huh? Neville thought, forgetting momentarily about Malfoy and Voldemort. Putting down his parchment, he turned around and gasped what he saw.
Harry Potter was standing there, surrounded by little green, silver, and black lightning bolts, making the air even chillier. The bolts sparked angrily, and looked quite menacing. Neville could see his breath when he breathed, for the room was becoming that chilly. The Dark Lord's Hair was sticking up, and the green and silver streaks seemed to glow in an ethereal manner. The famous lightning bolt was letting off an eerie dark green, very intense shine But the scariest feature on the young Dark Lord, at least to Neville, were the eyes. The once green eyes were a pitch black, with blood red pupils, and had an icy look to them. They glinted maliciously, and they seemed to glow with their own essence.
Neville backed away as much as a plump timid boy could. He could feel Harry's magical aura, and it was sparking with fury and darkness, seeming to threaten to swallow everything nearby whole.
"P-Potter," he stuttered out, sweaty palms grasping his wand nervously.
"Savior," the pissed off man spoke mockingly, eyes never losing their murderous glare.
Neville thought as quickly as he could. How do I escape? How do I escape?! he thought, over and over, feeling sweat pour out of his body.
Suddenly, he felt something comparable to a beam of magic, focused on his head. He realized Harry was trying to read his mind. Neville saw flashes of his memory, going by rapidly, as though his memories were nothing more than a mere movie to be watched. Shoot, shoot, shoot! he cried mentally, for the Savior of the world must never curse, no matter what. Neville quickly pulled out a vial of a smoky teal potion, that the late potions master had warned him to only use in an emergency. Quickly, the half-squib downed the potion, choking as he swallowed. He felt dizzy when he felt walls of magic surround his head. The potion was a powerful 'Occlumenserum' which worked like Occlumency. The potion was very rare, and the late Snape had bought it off the black market.
Harry smirked and raised a bored eyebrow. He could break the weak barrier for he was powerful enough, but he was not in the mood to play games with Hero Boy. He wanted to make this cow pay, and pay dearly. So instead, the Dark Lord withdrew his magical power from the brown haired cow's head, and narrowed his eyes at the 'savior'.
"Where is Draco?" the pissed off Dark Lord hissed icily.
Neville looked shocked that Potter had suddenly stopped trying to get into his mind. Gathering himself to the best of his ability, he opened his mouth hesitantly.
"I-I k-k-killed him," the half-squib stuttered. "A-and I'll k-kill you t-too!" he added as fiercely as a stuttering buck-toothed boy could.
"Funny thing is, I don't believe you," Harry hissed coolly, eyes glinting with anger. That was only half truthful. He wanted to believe Dray was alive, he really did.
"Which part don't you believe?" Neville asked, surprised that he didn't stutter. Harry just curled his lip, and sneered.
"Both parts," came the cool reply. Neville held out his wand, and pointed it at the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Well, y-you should!" Neville half shouted. "A-Avada Kedavra!" the boy screamed, the words foreign to his mouth.
A small oval of green light sped to the Dark Lord, only to be absorbed by the many little lightning bolts. Harry didn't even flinch, let alone blink an eye. In fact, he looked very amused.
And amused he was.
Harry laughed a cold high-pitched laugh. "You don't even have the willpower to kill, you fucking savior! You're pathetic!" he cried, sneering whilst chuckling coldly. The little lightning bolts sparked this way and that, as though doing a ritual dance.
"T-That's not true!" Neville cried in despair, "I...I...I KILLED M-Malfoy!" Harry froze, and the lightning bolts increased rapidly, and Neville shivered as the temperature in the room decreased even further. The young Dark Lord's magical aura was burning with coldness and absolute fury.
"I see," the dark haired Dark Lord said quietly, eyes glinting with vengeance.
Suddenly, Neville was thrown against the wall and pinned there by some unseen force. He felt the force press into his sides, causing him to let a small whimper of pain escape his throat. Neville could feel that some of his bones had broken on contact with the wall, and blackness framed his sight for a while when he almost blacked out. The icy chill of the room increased his pain, and ice began to form from the sweat that was pouring out of his body, making the pain and coldness worse. Harry just stood there, an unreadable expression on his face.
"In that case," the evil lord began, "I must admit that a simple 'Avada Kedavra' won't satisfy me. Oh no, I need something much worse."
The Dark Lord closed his eyes, and concentrated on an Ancient Magic curse he had learned. "Jywcis N'rok'v'g un Sieg'v," he muttered, the Ancient Magic curse for a Cursed Death.
Neville saw Harry surrounded in a silver mist, the lightning bolts now moving so quickly that they just seemed to be blurs. The mist thickened, and Neville shuddered when it came into contact with his body, and suddenly a black light in the form of a chariot came flying towards Neville. He let out a blood-curdling scream before the light touched his body.
When contact was made, Neville felt as though a thousand knives were stabbing his heart, whilst feeling as though he were burning from the inside out. The pain he was enduring was so strong, it cannot even be put into words. The fire ate out his soul, which in turn was grabbed by a black chariot. His soul would forever remain in the Ancient's Hell, a place of eternal torture, unless the curse was broken. The dead boy's body plopped to the ground with a heavy thud, as Neville was dragged to his painful doom.
Harry looked at the pained expression on Neville's dead face. He felt the relief of satisfaction, only briefly. Then, he remembered how Neville had claimed to have killed Draco.
He wished now that he had taken the time out to read the boy's mind, to see if it was a lie or not. Harry mentally slapped himself for not breaking the Occlumenserum's walls when he had the chance – then he would know now whether or not Draco was breathing..
Now he would never know. He may never see his love again. Once again, tears numbly formed in the Dark Lord's eyes, as memories of the last time he saw his love flooded through his mind...
xxxflashbackxxxx
Draco was leaning his head on Harry's shoulder, stroking the boy's hand with his thumb. "I love you," the blonde muttered. Harry pulled away, and looked into the beautiful man's eyes.
"Not as much as I love you," he replied sincerely, and they closed in for a kiss. Draco moaned at the contact of the boys' lips. He pushed against the dark-haired man, earning a gasp. Slowly, Draco moved to the boy's neck, sucking and nipping gently.
"God...Dray...Oh..." Harry muttered, for he felt like his world were on fire. He didn't even notice the blonde's other hand moving downwards, that is until-
"Gah!" Harry gasped in surprise, as the blonde began to stroke. Draco pulled his head away from Harry's neck and smirked at the boy. Harry's eyes seemed to darken, but this time with love. Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde as he pulled the boy on top of him. Their mouths met, and they had a battle of tongues. Harry pulled away, and looked at Draco pleadingly, eyes still darkened with love.
"Dray...please..." the boy begged. Draco understood, and slowly as he began to remove both boys' clothes. Once naked, Draco moved on top of Harry once again, and began kissing again as they rubbed against each other.
Harry gasped for breath, and pleaded again, "Now...please Dray!" Draco looked at the boy under him lovingly, and nodded, and prepared to-
xxxxxx end of flashback (was that too evil or very badly written? ::runs away::) xxxxxxx
Harry shook the memories out of his head. They hurt too much, he thought as a slicing tug pulled at his heart.
Silently, Harry waved his hand, half heartedly, muttering, "Vevoslyth."
A smoky green and silver fire breathing dragon with a Celtic symbol floated above the hide out house, and Hogwarts. The fire seemed to move, and the dragon seemed to have a sort of pained expression in its eyes, as though it were grieving about something.
The Vevoslythin. His symbol, as he was the new Dark Lord.
Tears filled the Dark Lord's eyes, as he disappeared, leaving Neville's body to be found.
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Iviana: Well, the SECOND to the LAST chappie is done! One more chappie for this story, and then on to the sequel.
Miku: (waves flag unenthusiastically) Oh joy.
Harry: DIE, NEVILLE! SUFFER FOREVER!!! DIE!!!
Iviana: ummm, Harry? you already killed him...remember??
Harry: DIE, STUPID COW! SUFFER!!! FEEL MY WRATH!!
a/n: I tried to make Neville's death more or less extremely horrible (I got so many requests for a horribly painful death xx) So I hope that satisfied you guys!
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