Chapter 1
AN: oooooooooo means the start of a dream and 000000000000means the end of that dream.
Harry's eyes fluttered open, before he winced and closed them again. Pain invaded. His body, his mind, his heart.
He felt broken.
He was broken.
"God you're so boring when you're unconscious!"
The annoying whine broke into the protective bubble of oblivion he had wrapped himself in.
He groaned when he realised just who it was that had spoken.
Harry opened his mouth, a scathing comment ready to fire at the blond sitting beside his bed, but all that came was silence. The muscles in his face too tired to even form words.
It was only then that Harry began to notice his surroundings. The hospital wing hadn't changed since the last time he had visited, which was only a few weeks prior. Or he thought it was a few weeks prior, he didn't know how long he had been out, though by the dryness in his mouth, he guessed quite a while.
The room was a blur of colours and shapes without his glasses, but still recognisable due to his long stays. It was almost like coming home.
Almost.
His thoughts trailed of into wisps of smoke and he could not grasp a single one. He drifted back into the depth of sleep.
From beside his bed, Draco sighed at the unconscious boy.
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The darkness was comforting. It offered peace, silence. It was an escape. In the blackness no one could touch him, hurt him, worship him, blame him. It was safe.
He wanted to stay forever, swimming alone in the dark swirls in the very depth of his mind.
The black mist was swirling, changing. Forming colours and then shapes. They all bled together and a scene built itself up around him.
Dew kissed his cheek where he lay in the dark cemetery. It was no longer filed with Death Eaters as it had been during his last visit, though he could see smears of his blood tainting the grass, indicating that it had not been long since they had left. The night air around his quivering figure was still and silent. Nothing moved and nothing spoke, but death was in the air.
Harry curled up into a ball; he knees drawn tightly to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. A feeling of dread began to overcome him. Bad things always happened around him; his taint was already in this place. Cedric had already lost his life here, because of him. Just like Sirius.
Upon the though Cedric appeared in front of him. His body mangled and decayed. His eyes, cold like ice, bore into Harry until Harry could do nothing but stare at the ruined wreck that used to be a man. No not a man, a young boy, a boy who had never even begun to live. It was all...
"Your fault," the raspy whisper came from what was left of Cedric.
Harry couldn't breath.
"N-no," Harry stuttered, "I'm sorry. God I'm so sorry."
"You think that's enough? Sorry? It'll never be enough!"
Cedric's word dug into his soul, ripping him apart. Tears began to slide silently down his face.
Then, with a swirl, Cedric was replaced with Sirius.
"Harry?" Sirius called out, reaching for him, his arm just out of reach.
"S-si-sirius, I-I'm here," Harry barely managed to whisper.
The warmth and love drained from Sirius's eyes leaving cold hard anger.
"It's your fault Harry. It's all your fault."
"N-no," Harry sobbed.
"It's your fault I'm dead! It's your fault you parents are dead. We would have all been better off if you'd never been born!"
Like Cedric's words, they burned and ripped right through his core, leaving him empty. Until there was nothing left inside.
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Perspiration covered his shaking form as his eyes flickered open. Dudley sat beside his bed instead of Draco, as it had been the last time he woke up. Perhaps that had been a dream too.
Pain was making his head feel like it was going to explode and he surprised himself by letting out a groan. The sound seemed to awaken Dudley from his trance like state, bringing his startled eyes from one of the moving portraits hung around the room to Harry.
"Yo-you're awake?"
Harry glared.
The situation seemed to finally hit Dudley and he stood abruptly, the chair he was sitting on topples to the ground.
"You awake! Wait here! Don't move! I'll go get Madame Pomphrey!"
'Move', harry thought, 'where would I move to? I can barely keep my eyes open let alone move!'
He continued to stare at Dudley's retreating back side.
As soon as the door swung shut behind Dudley, a pail figure moved from the shadows, exposing himself to Harry.
Harry glanced at Malfoy.
'Not a dream then', he thought.
"Well, well Potter. Nice to see you awake. Finally," his voice was scathing and with it came the memories of his dream, "Finally tried to off yourself huh? Personally I'm surprised you hadn't done it sooner. You've got to admit, you're kinda loopy."
Malfoy was smirking and Harry wanted to leap from the bed and pounce. Then punch until his palms were covered in blood and the monster beneath him no longer moved.
"Shut up," he weakly managed to reply.
Malfoy chuckled; an evil chuckled from low in his throat.
"How did it feel Harry? When the knife slid into you flesh? Like a warm knife in butter? Did your heart race? Did it feel good? Well did it!?!"
Malfoy was shouting by the time that he ended his speech. Harry feared he would pick the closest thing and throw it as hard as he could.
"Fool," Malfoy continued, his voice calmed and deadly soft, "You idiotic stupid little boy! How dare you try and do that to yourself? You have no right! You're not the only one who has lost people who they loved in this war! You have no right. You're just a weak pathetic waste of space!"
Harry said nothing and merely turned his head away from Malfoy to face the opposite wall.
"One day Potter, I will have the great pleasure of watching you burn, but not now, not today. You will not kill yourself!"
It was an order. An order which Malfoy expected him to obey, but he couldn't. There was no way he could keep living. He had though it was the end, thought that it was finally over. But no, they had dragged him back from the peace of death into life. And life was cold and harsh and bright and violent. He wanted to leave it and sleep forever.
Malfoy had been like his Prince Charming and had woken him from his eternal sleep.
Prince Charming should be shot, or at least hexed into oblivion.
A scuffling on the other side of the door interrupted Malfoy's rant and he sunk back into the shadows around the edge of the room. Madam Pomphrey entered seconds later, closely followed by Professor Dumbledore, Magonigal, surprisingly Snape and an excited Dudley.
Pomphrey stood above him, casting spell and checking his responses for a few minutes.
"He's still weak from the blood loss, and these scars will stay with him forever. Other than that, he's fine," Madam Pomphrey told the Headmaster.
"Excellent, excellent. Now I think perhaps that it is time for Harry and I to talk."
Harry remained silent.
Dumbledore looked expectantly at the occupants of the room.
"A little privacy maybe?" he asked gently, a twinkle of amusement in his eye.
The adults all looked a little embarrassed and trooped out of the room without another word. Dudley seemed as if he were going to protest but changed his mind, and with a final look at Harry he also left the room.
The room was silent and Dumbledore looked into the shadows knowingly.
"Draco I believe you mother wanted to speak with you in her sitting room."
Malfoy extracted himself from the shadows, gave Dumbledoor a death glare and swept out of the room, not looking at Harry once.
Dumbledoor turned his concerned eyes to Harry.
"Now that we're alone Harry, I think there are a few things we aught to discuss."
End of chapter 1
To be continued...
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A/N: Hello all! Thanks so much to Jessi Malfoy and KitFoxGurl who reviewed! It inspired me to write the next chapter q whole lot faster! hands each a bunch of double choc chip cookies Thank you guys so much!
Also, I would like to apologise in advance because there will be no updates to this fic (or any of my others) for at least a wont. I'm really sorry but I'm going on vacation and wont have access to a computer or the internet. When I get back I promise you an extra long chapter!