Thanks to my beta: BLT, DPR, Daemon, Maester, Sanity Complex or just Steve.

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Fallen IX

Can't look back because it hurts

My heart is so cold

I feel the frost

Never look back

I feel the darkness on my shoulder

The frost is in my heart

So cold my hair is frozen

Touching my skin

Harry closed his eyes. It was true, he did know his own destiny and the way it had changed, his mother told him. He couldn't run away from it, for it would come and haunt him and his lonely heart.

It was just so hard to accept that destiny had chosen this path for him instead of the path he used to know and the fact that he couldn't run. Although his mother did not seem to mind destiny's choice, but she seemed to know a lot more than she told him. She told him his destiny in four words.

"Draco is your destiny."

How could Draco've turned into his destiny? He knew he had this urge to get the boy out of here. Especially after Draco told him what was going on exactly. The boy was held prison by his own father in his own house. There could not have been a bigger betrayal. No bigger hurt than not to be accepted by your own parents, those who're supposed to be proud of you, no matter what. He really did feel sorry for Draco.

But there was this feeling that there was more about Draco being his destiny than just saving the boy...

They had to get out of here. This wasn't a good place to stay. Not for Draco not for him. Harry turned to his side and saw Draco lying next to him, sleeping peacefully. It seemed that sleeping was their number one thing to do, probably because Harry did not sleep much when he was supposed to sleep and Draco... Draco could sleep any time of the day.

Harry sat up and slipped out of the bed. There was a plan that had to be made. He grabbed a few of Draco's drawing papers and an enormous quill. With a messy handwriting, caused by the enormous quill, Harry wrote down the main things he had to get ready if they wanted to escape from this hell hole. A detailed plan would come later.

"Harry?" Draco suddenly asked behind him. "What are you doing?"

Harry's heart jumped at Draco's voice. "You frightened me," Harry exclaimed

"Well then there must be something to hide," Draco answered, looking over Harry's shoulder.

Harry leaned to the opposite side and watched Draco read the paper.

"You have the most horrible handwriting! I have no idea what you just wrote," Draco exclaimed, grabbing the paper to study it closely.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's because of your enormous quill, there's no way anyone can write normally with this thing."

"It's not a quill to write with. It just looks beautifully on my desk." Draco explained. "Now tell me what you wrote."

"I'm writing the things we need if we want to escape-," Harry whispered softly in Draco's ear.

Draco's eyes widened and placed his hand over Harry's mouth, before he could continue. "Shush," Draco whispered. He pulled Harry with him to his art room and closed the door behind him. "Remember that the portraits are watching."

Harry could see how nervous and frightened the boy was.

"Do you think they heard?" Draco asked.

"I'm sure they didn't." Harry assured Draco.

Draco closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He sat down against the door, while Harry sat next to him. "Let me see what you're planning to do."

"Well first of all I will need a wand. I was thinking maybe Libby could get me one, or find my old wand?" Harry said.

"I think your old wand was snapped after the battle. I heard my father mention it." Draco said.

"Oh, well I'll have to get a new one. Do you still have your wand?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head. "No, but I do know what kind of wood and feather I need."

"Good, we'll ask Libby to get us two. Will she do that?" Harry asked.

"Yes, of course she will. She obeys me, but I'm not sure if I should let her. When we're gone, she'll be killed by my father." Draco answered.

"Oh and what if we take her with us, or set her free?" Harry asked.

"That's a possibility. We could send her to Hogwarts, like Dobby." Draco suggested.

Harry smiled. "Good idea. She could inform Dumbledore about us too. Next thing is a bit more difficult. We have to find a way to break through the wards around your house. Is there an open place?"

"No, our whole house is unreachable unless you're travelling by floo, but you will be scanned before you leave or enter. You won't be able to go through." Draco said.

"Will your features be scanned?" Harry asked.

"I think so. I don't know for sure. My father doesn't tell me everything." Draco said bitterly.

"Well we could give that a shot." Harry said, feeling hope return to him.

"The only fireplace is in my father's office. We'll have to make sure he's not there or coming home and we need his password." Draco said. "It's dangerous."

"Not if we are well prepared." Harry said.

"Are you sure you want me to escape with you? I'll be nothing but trouble. There's a much bigger change for you to survive with-," Draco asked, speaking quickly.

But Harry interrupted him. "Draco I want you to come with me,"

"But I'll cause nothing but trouble." Draco said, shaking his head.

"I wouldn't want to leave you here all alone." Harry answered honestly.

"So we're really going to do this... escaping?" Draco asked, shaking slightly.

"Yes, and it will work. You want to get out of here, don't you? You don't want to stay and live an unhappy life, right?" Harry grabbed Draco's hand and squeezed it.

"But what if... my life will not improve when I'm out there," Draco whispered.

"You'll be free! What more do you want?" Harry exclaimed.

"Freedom isn't everything. Not in the world I live in. What if I'll be alone for the rest of my life? Unable to make friends, because the Death Eaters are still hunting me down?" Draco sighed.

"Draco it will not be that way. You will not be alone!" Harry said firmly.

"And how do you know that?" Draco spat, anger and fear clearly written in his eyes.

"Because if you have to hide, I have to hide and we'll be hiding together." Harry answered.

Draco closed his eyes. "The light side will help you; they will take care of you. When they find out what I did to you they'll kill me. I'm Dark to them, they'll never accept me." Draco whispered.

"No. You are not dark. You're Light- in Darkness and they will accept you. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have found my freedom. They wouldn't have known the truth. If I ended up somewhere else I would have died. No one would have been there to call me back," Harry said, remembering that it was Draco who made him give up his life and that it was Draco who called him back.

I want to feel the warmth

On my face

Light- In Darkness

Lift me up from here

Give you your wings

To flee from my Ivory Tower

"I don't know. I just don't want to end up all alone. It's funny. Not to long ago, I thought I almost had it all. Now I've got nothing but two choices. Both completely unappealing." Draco said, shaking his head.

"At least you will have chances when you come with me. Here you will be locked in a cage without any choices at all." Harry tried to convince Draco.

Draco sighed. "Alright. I'll come, but you'll have to promise me that you won't let me fall."

"I won't. I promise." Harry promised, when he felt Draco's hesitation he added. "And I never break a promise. You can trust me on that."

"But you'll be with all your friends again. You'll change and be happy again. You will totally forget about me." Draco bit his lip. He knew he sounded childish, but away from this world he had no one. No one but Harry. Outside this house Harry was the only one he knew.

"I will not forget about you. I could never forget you!" Harry exclaimed.

"Why not?" Draco asked surprised.

"Because... because I just can't." Harry said, not knowing what to say. He knew the answer, but he didn't want Draco to know.

"Oh." Draco answered. "Well... ehh..."

"Let's go back to bed," Harry decided. "We'll talk more tomorrow."

"Alright." Draco agreed.

They both walked back to the bedroom and crawled into the still warm bed, but neither of them could find their sleep.

"Harry?" Draco whispered, when he heard Harry turn. "Are you awake?"

"No," Harry joked and turned back to face Draco, "What is it?"

"I'm scared." Draco whispered.

"For what?" Harry asked. "The dark?"

"Hah. Hah. So funny." Draco said sarcastically.

"I know." Harry stuck out his tongue.

"I'm trying to be serious!" Draco exclaimed, slapping Harry on his arm.

"Okay. I'm serious too now." Harry said, pulling a straight face.

Draco raised one eyebrow, and then pouted. "Never mind."

Harry laughed. "Oh don't be a baby. Tell me what's bothering you."

"Well... no really, never mind. It sounds stupid now." Draco said shyly, turning around.

But Harry grabbed his shoulder and turned him back. "I'm scared too." Harry admitted, speaking softly.

Without thinking Draco moved closer and pulled Harry into a hug. Which he regretted almost immediately, afraid he'd pushed Harry away, just when things were going the right way. To his surprise, he felt Harry's arms closing around him and it felt good. Safe.

Harry held him tight. "I understand this is hard for you, but I will never let you down."

Draco bit his lip. There was something about Harry he did not understand. The pure goodness in his heart. Harry was to him the man everybody wanted to be with. He wouldn't let you down and he would always be there for you. No matter what. Unfortunately people feared Voldemort and because Voldemort was after Harry's head, they feared Harry too, apart from most of his Gryffindor friends, obviously.

When they were still in school he could see that fear in their eyes. Some students even dropped out of Hogwarts. They were all so scared to be attacked that they didn't even think clear. To attack Hogwarts is almost impossible. He used to laugh right in their faces, but now that he knew what fear was things were different.

Draco could feel Harry's breath against his ear, it was soft and calm. His hands were slowly caressing his back, firmly but gently. He could smell Harry's scent. In his stomach the butterflies were flying. He began to breathe quicker when he realised how close he was to Harry. Really close. More close than before.

Harry used to lock himself away when Draco came to close. He would be safe inside himself when Draco touched him. Everything around him would be fading into black. The hurt wouldn't hurt that much. Harry was numb then. His memories frozen inside him. Untouchable. He could feel the frost, his heart was cold. He couldn't look back to often; the memories would hurt him to much.

Now that mask was gone, or at least most of it. Little voices still whispered inside him.

"What are you doing? Don't you remember?"

"What are you doing? He'll be laughing in your face."

"Back away! He's to close. Back away! He'll freeze you again."

And when he realised how close he was, he did get a bit uncomfortable. When he remembered, his breath would be sucked away. The room would become to hot to bare. There would always be something to remind him, to keep him from believing that someone might be there. To free him and never ever leave him.

But he couldn't back away. Was there a place lonelier, than within him? As much as this was hurting him, he needed this more. Beside everything that happened to him, there were this other voices inside him. Whispering other things, things that would hurt him more than the purest physical pain.

"They're not missing you."

"They've forgotten you long ago."

"There's no one missing you."

"They don't even try for you, yet you'd die to be with them. How sad."

"You will come home, unwanted. They all think you're better of dead, and now you walk back into their homes. You should stay away."

"You're All Alone. When will you realise that? There is no one missing you!"

"Isn't someone missing me?"

"Harry?"

"What Harry..."

"Harry!" Draco's voice snapped Harry away from his thoughts. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Harry lied, looking away.

"Nothing isn't going to cause someone to cry out with his hands over his ears." Draco said.

"Just some bad thoughts." Harry whispered. "Nothing bad. Just some thoughts."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Draco asked concerned.

"I'm fine. Really. Let's go to sleep." Harry said, turning away from Draco.

Draco observed Harry for a few minutes, but decided not to push. He stared to the stars above him on his magical ceiling.

Harry looked into space, feeling the loss of Draco's arms. The blonde's arms felt strangely good, much better than nothing at all. He bit his lip, but turned around softly. He saw Draco staring to the ceiling. Without any words he moved closer and placed his head on Draco's shoulder. He could feel Draco's surprise and his heart stopped a few seconds when Draco didn't move. But then Draco's arms closed around him. The whispering voices came back, but so did the strange good feeling.

Oh Solitude,

I can't stay away from you

How many times have I done this

To myself

How long will it take before I see

When will this hole in my heart be mended

Who now is left alone but me?

Oh Solitude

Forever me and Forever you

Oh Solitude

Only you, Only true

Everyone leaves me stranded

Forgotten abandoned, left behind

Can't you see?

All along it was me

How can you be so blind

As to see right through me

Still with me is only you

So Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It will take another few chapters to finish this story, because of the shorter chapters. I didn't want to leave you all hanging to long.

Songs I used are:

Frozen – Within Temptation

Enter – Within Temptation

Solitude – Evanescence

And a few hints of Missing – Evanescence in the whispering voices.