When Draco woke up again he wanted the world to end. He wanted everyone to
die because the world took Harry away from him. There was nothing Draco
could do to bring his green-eyed lover back to life. Harry was gone and it
wasn't like Draco could go follow him and bring him back.
Sirius entered the room, "Draco, we're really sorry Draco." Said Sirius in almost a whisper. Draco could hear the pain in Sirius's voice. Sirius must be hurting like hell too.
"I'm sorry too Sirius." Whispered Draco as he shut his eyes once again.
"We checked on the Weasley's clock, there's no doubt."
Draco nodded. He didn't like what he was hearing but it was the truth and he thanked Sirius the strength he was holding for the both of them.
"Draco, did you want to get Harry's body back? Perhaps we could give him a proper funeral."
Draco was silent for a while. What would he do when he saw Harry's body again? He would probably be jumping at Harry, ripping him apart with anger for leaving him. But he wanted Harry to have a proper burial. Harry deserved it after what Harry must have been through.
Draco looked up at Sirius and nodded but made no attempt to move. Sirius left muttering something about making arrangements for recovering the body with the other members of the Order.
Draco fell asleep again. Being awake without Harry was too exhausting.
He woke up. Oh how he knew he had to get up, it was time to get up but it felt so comfortable around him. Everything was soft and fluffy and he knew that it was dark around him, he could see even through his closed eyelids. Where was he anyway? Oh it didn't matter. He was comfortable, he was safe. WAIT! Was he safe? Then the questioned dawned on him, was he REALLY safe?
He opened his eyes in panic. Everything was dark. He moved his arms, his arms could move. This was definitely a relief. But there was something above him. What was it? He was covered by something. He tried putting all the facts together.
He was in a very comfortable area; everything was soft all around him. It was dark though, everything was dark. There was also something above him. What did this mean? Where was he really? Then his eyes shot wider in the darkness when he realized where he was.
Harry Potter was lying in a coffin. Was he dead? Harry reached over and pinched his hip. Ow, no, he wasn't dead. Then he remembered, there had been a curse, Lucius! Lucius cast the Avada curse on him. But why wasn't he dead? He remembered the voice. The desperate voice of Draco Malfoy at the back of his head telling him to hold on. He didn't have much strength but he had to listen to his love. He held on for as long as he could but then at the end he had to give up. There was no more strength left in him to do anything anymore. But he thought he died then. He had to have died or what else could have happened? This wasn't making sense at all, nothing was making sense.
Harry pushed above him and the cover moved. Harry pushed harder and the lid of the coffin came open.
This wasn't any better though, although now he wouldn't have to worry about air. Everything around him was still dark. He sat up and tried looking around, straining his eyes. He didn't have his glasses on. They had been knocked off his face by Ron. As if Harry couldn't get more angry at Ron.
Harry swung his legs on the side of the coffin and tried to feel around. The coffin must be propped up on something. He couldn't feel the ground. Well, he could jump and try his luck. And if all else fails, there was a coffin right by his side, made perfectly for him anyway where he could die in.
Just then Harry saw a little slip of light cascading into the dark room through a small window at the very top of the ceiling.
That's when Harry saw it. He was in a room filled with coffins. Harry gasped trying not to freak out. This was a very disturbing place he was in.
It almost made Harry sick if he wasn't as afraid as he was at the moment.
But it wasn't a very nice looking place. It felt cold all around, like a dungeon.
Harry slid out of the coffin and onto the floor, the cold floor. Harry took at look at himself and he noticed that he was wearing some white ugly sheet. The person who placed him in the coffin must not have really cared about how he would feel. No shoes at all.
Harry closed the lid of his coffin and saw that there was a plaque there at the end of his coffin where his feet were. "Here lies Harry James Potter."
Harry looked around the room quickly with wide eyes. He walked over to the coffin next to him and was in shock when he read, "Here lies Ronald Weasley."
Harry felt a tint of pity for the boy. He had been used, been betrayed then his memories shot back at him. Ron had used Hermione and betrayed the both of them. He deserved whatever he got.
Harry didn't want to look around the room anymore in fear of who else lay in the room with him and he made his way to the grand doors on the far end of the room. Then another name caught his attention as he looked over and read, "Here lie's Etoi Stein." This was a muggle name, thought Harry. Where exactly was he?
Harry made his way around the room again, walking between the coffins. Some of the coffins didn't have a name on it but that was only a few. Some had names of some Death Eaters Harry had recognized.
Harry walked up to the large doors and slowly opened it. Harry saw a grand dark hallway with nothing but darkness around him. This was weird. Where exactly was he? There was no one else in the hall.
Harry slipped out of the room as he opened the door a bit more. He walked against the wall as he chose a direction and headed towards it.
Then Harry saw a door with gold rims all around it. It was such a pretty looking room. Harry walked up to the room and reached out for the handle of the door.
Just as Harry was about to open the door he was grabbed backward. A hand was placed on his mouth and an arm was wrapped around his body to keep him from fighting against anything.
Harry was trying to struggle but it was no use, until Harry heard someone beside him, "Shuu" was all Harry heard.
Sirius entered the room, "Draco, we're really sorry Draco." Said Sirius in almost a whisper. Draco could hear the pain in Sirius's voice. Sirius must be hurting like hell too.
"I'm sorry too Sirius." Whispered Draco as he shut his eyes once again.
"We checked on the Weasley's clock, there's no doubt."
Draco nodded. He didn't like what he was hearing but it was the truth and he thanked Sirius the strength he was holding for the both of them.
"Draco, did you want to get Harry's body back? Perhaps we could give him a proper funeral."
Draco was silent for a while. What would he do when he saw Harry's body again? He would probably be jumping at Harry, ripping him apart with anger for leaving him. But he wanted Harry to have a proper burial. Harry deserved it after what Harry must have been through.
Draco looked up at Sirius and nodded but made no attempt to move. Sirius left muttering something about making arrangements for recovering the body with the other members of the Order.
Draco fell asleep again. Being awake without Harry was too exhausting.
He woke up. Oh how he knew he had to get up, it was time to get up but it felt so comfortable around him. Everything was soft and fluffy and he knew that it was dark around him, he could see even through his closed eyelids. Where was he anyway? Oh it didn't matter. He was comfortable, he was safe. WAIT! Was he safe? Then the questioned dawned on him, was he REALLY safe?
He opened his eyes in panic. Everything was dark. He moved his arms, his arms could move. This was definitely a relief. But there was something above him. What was it? He was covered by something. He tried putting all the facts together.
He was in a very comfortable area; everything was soft all around him. It was dark though, everything was dark. There was also something above him. What did this mean? Where was he really? Then his eyes shot wider in the darkness when he realized where he was.
Harry Potter was lying in a coffin. Was he dead? Harry reached over and pinched his hip. Ow, no, he wasn't dead. Then he remembered, there had been a curse, Lucius! Lucius cast the Avada curse on him. But why wasn't he dead? He remembered the voice. The desperate voice of Draco Malfoy at the back of his head telling him to hold on. He didn't have much strength but he had to listen to his love. He held on for as long as he could but then at the end he had to give up. There was no more strength left in him to do anything anymore. But he thought he died then. He had to have died or what else could have happened? This wasn't making sense at all, nothing was making sense.
Harry pushed above him and the cover moved. Harry pushed harder and the lid of the coffin came open.
This wasn't any better though, although now he wouldn't have to worry about air. Everything around him was still dark. He sat up and tried looking around, straining his eyes. He didn't have his glasses on. They had been knocked off his face by Ron. As if Harry couldn't get more angry at Ron.
Harry swung his legs on the side of the coffin and tried to feel around. The coffin must be propped up on something. He couldn't feel the ground. Well, he could jump and try his luck. And if all else fails, there was a coffin right by his side, made perfectly for him anyway where he could die in.
Just then Harry saw a little slip of light cascading into the dark room through a small window at the very top of the ceiling.
That's when Harry saw it. He was in a room filled with coffins. Harry gasped trying not to freak out. This was a very disturbing place he was in.
It almost made Harry sick if he wasn't as afraid as he was at the moment.
But it wasn't a very nice looking place. It felt cold all around, like a dungeon.
Harry slid out of the coffin and onto the floor, the cold floor. Harry took at look at himself and he noticed that he was wearing some white ugly sheet. The person who placed him in the coffin must not have really cared about how he would feel. No shoes at all.
Harry closed the lid of his coffin and saw that there was a plaque there at the end of his coffin where his feet were. "Here lies Harry James Potter."
Harry looked around the room quickly with wide eyes. He walked over to the coffin next to him and was in shock when he read, "Here lies Ronald Weasley."
Harry felt a tint of pity for the boy. He had been used, been betrayed then his memories shot back at him. Ron had used Hermione and betrayed the both of them. He deserved whatever he got.
Harry didn't want to look around the room anymore in fear of who else lay in the room with him and he made his way to the grand doors on the far end of the room. Then another name caught his attention as he looked over and read, "Here lie's Etoi Stein." This was a muggle name, thought Harry. Where exactly was he?
Harry made his way around the room again, walking between the coffins. Some of the coffins didn't have a name on it but that was only a few. Some had names of some Death Eaters Harry had recognized.
Harry walked up to the large doors and slowly opened it. Harry saw a grand dark hallway with nothing but darkness around him. This was weird. Where exactly was he? There was no one else in the hall.
Harry slipped out of the room as he opened the door a bit more. He walked against the wall as he chose a direction and headed towards it.
Then Harry saw a door with gold rims all around it. It was such a pretty looking room. Harry walked up to the room and reached out for the handle of the door.
Just as Harry was about to open the door he was grabbed backward. A hand was placed on his mouth and an arm was wrapped around his body to keep him from fighting against anything.
Harry was trying to struggle but it was no use, until Harry heard someone beside him, "Shuu" was all Harry heard.