A/N: Uh, been a lot going on. I haven't really felt like updating. But I do have an idea for a new fic. It's a vampire fic full of slashity goodness, because I have an obsession with both. As soon as I write it, I'll post the link somewhere. Falling asleep. Oh, and sorry, loves, but this is the last chapter! Hope you like it.

Lucius sniffed at the air in his study. It smelled delicious. It smelled like pain, blood, and it had the recent memory of screams echoing throughout it. Lovely. This was how every study should smell.

He simply sat there, fingers drumming impatiently on his desk. Thirty-six minutes to go until Potter went out to buy food from the local Muggle store. Thirty-six whole goddamned minutes.

He wanted him, so much. He wanted to make him scream, hear that lovely angry voice scream for mercy. He wanted to feel him writhing beneath him, feel the blood seeping out of Harry's body onto his. And what Lucius Malfoy wanted, Lucius Malfoy got.

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The four were, for the most part, quite content living in the large house.

Harry and Sarah turned out to be excellent cooks. Harry because he'd been cooking for the Dursley's all of his life, Sarah because she was bored easily and it was something to do.

Kristy was the cleaner of the house, and went around fixing every little flaw that the house had. She was OCD, and this was one of the things she just had to do. Cleaning was an obsession for her, and within two days, the house was fixed and there was not a speck of dust to be seen.

Draco fortunately still had access to the Malfoy fortune, because it belonged to his mother. His mother had likely forgotten he existed, and anyways, the only thing she used the money for was social events and her alcohol. So Draco supplied them all with all the money they would ever need.

There was a cloaking spell on all of them, so the hospital would never find its lost patients. The hospital, all of them, thanks to Lupin, had memory charms on them, so no one actually knew anyone was missing, anyhow.

All, however, was not well. Draco and Harry still woke in a cold sweat, voices hoarse from screaming. Draco was frantic over the fact that his father, as his legal guardian, knew where they all were. He obsessed over the fact that he could come over any day and hurt all of them.

On top of that, his personalities were not quite gone, though he was so drugged with medicine he could barely think straight. Daren was still there. Harry thought that Daren represented Draco's pain. Daren was sharp, sarcastic, bossy, and capable. He was the perfect escape. But none of that mattered, because Daren wasn't going away…and he should be long gone according to the psychiatrist.

Of course, this wasn't normal MPD; this was wizarding MPD, which was worse in several ways. The patient had the curse of actually being aware of what going on. They knew when another personality had taken over; they knew exactly what was happening. They were just powerless to act. The other issue was that wizards or witches with MPD always had more than one personality. There was always at least two, usually more.

There wasn't the feeling of happiness that should have been in the house. There was a feeling of disquiet and uneasiness. No one felt safe, and that was the only reason why they missed the hospital. They weren't safe, they couldn't even keep each other unharmed, and they all knew it.

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Finally! Lucius thought, as the clock finally changed to 6: 45. He stood up, grabbed his black cloak, and fled The Manor. Lucius hated waiting, but lately, he had become very good at it.

Harry's POV (because I'm sick of qds)

Harry strode quickly towards Quickee Mart, the local Muggle grocery store. All the others were asleep, but he just had to have a cup of coffee. He wouldn't fall asleep, he had sworn not to. If you couldn't fall asleep, you couldn't dream. At least, that was his theory.

Harry squinted through his foggy contacts (it was quite humid out). Did he really see a figure with unmistakably long blond hair striding towards him?

Probably, he thought as the figure delivered a hard blow to his head and all went black.

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"So," a voice that was full of malice said. "Can't even protect yourself now, can you, Potter?"

Harry's bleary eyes looked up, spots still dancing before them, to see laughing gray eyes and a long black trench coat. And what was that he held in his hand? He felt for the knife in his cloak, but it wasn't there. Oh, SHIT.

Harry waited until the spots were gone and stood up. He repressed a groan at the sudden lightheadedness. He had stood up too fast, and he might have a concussion.

Strong arms caught him as he started to fall into unconsciousness again. A glass vial was held at his lips and tipped, and a burning liquid ran down his throat and filled out his body. He felt almost healed, and plenty awake now.

"Now," the voice said, "Look at me."

Lucius. Of course it was Lucius. Who else would have long white-blond hair and mocking gray eyes. FUCK, Harry thought with feeling, and then realized he had said it out loud as his tormentor laughed.

"Are you going to take off your clothes, or do I have to do it for you?" Lucius said, circling Harry like a predator would circle its prey.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, stalling. Someone would find him. Someone had to find him; he couldn't go through this again.

"In your house, actually. Everywhere else was too far away," Lucius said with a smile. He paused, waiting for Harry to undress. When a few moments had passed, he shrugged. "I prefer it this way, anyhow." And with that he brutally ripped the shirt off of Harry's back with his teeth and threw it to the ground. Next went the pants and the boxers, ripped to shreds by his sharp teeth.

When he had ripped the clothes off of a struggling Harry, he stood back and admired his "lover".

"You're so beautiful, Harry," Lucius whispered. "And I'm going to destroy you; I'm going to whip your back to bloody shreds. I'm going to break your mind."

Harry backed away into a corner of the attic. Where the fuck was their ghoul when you needed it? Then he recognized the thing in Lucius' hands. It was a whip. A braided, black, complete with little fucking knives sticking out of it, whip.

Lucius darted out and caught Harry around the middle, then flipped him onto his back. Harry shouted for someone, anyone, then as the screams echoed, realized no one could hear him from there.

Lucius stood solemnly over Harry, and then brought the whip down, hard, with a snap. Harry whimpered in pain, trying not to scream again because he knew that Lucius loved it.

Lucius brought the whip down time after time until he drew scream after ragged scream from Harry's mouth. Lucius stared steadily at the twitching raw muscle and the blood that was pouring from his back. He could see every vein, every muscle in Harry's back. So beautiful.

Harry bit his lip until it bled to keep from screaming. He wouldn't, dammit. He was a Gryffindor, wasn't he? He had pain before and he'd doubtless have it again.

Lucius kicked him, and flipped him onto his stomach. He straddled Harry's waist, and casually slapped his face to turn it towards his. "Look at me, Harry," he said softly. "I'll fuck you raw if you don't scream for me." He thought about that for a moment. "I'm fucking you anyway. Just scream or I'll rip your spine out."

Harry stared stonily back at him, some of his stubbornness becoming apparent. Lucius smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made little girls shriek for their mothers and grown men shudder.

"Maybe I'll fuck you first. I want those screams, Harry, and I'm going to get them anyway I have to," Lucius said softly.

Lucius stood up, hesitated, and then reached for the whip. With renewed vigor, he cracked the whip down on Harry's back. The little knives cut surprisingly deep and little rivulets of blood were soaking into the floor. Lucius closed his eyes, until all he heard was the delicious sound of Harry's frantic screaming. Then he smelled the blood. Blood was even better than pain. It was the best part of torture.

Lucius knelt next to Harry and placed his hands through the rivers of blood pouring out from Harry's back. His long tongue played with the muscle of Harry's back, lapping up the blood like a dog.

"Delicious," Lucius said, voice thick and full of blood. Blood ran down his chin and onto the trench coat like black rain. He pulled a knife, a fucking butcher knife, out of one of the pockets, and made sure Harry saw it. Harry tried not to panic. Draco would find him. Surely he would, it was their own house.

The flesh of Harry's back was too torn up for good use. It looked like so much meat, like someone had taken a bucket of blood and poured it all over him.

Harry had stopped screaming, but every breath hurt so bad. He couldn't suppress the little whimpers that came from deep inside his throat.

"Good," Lucius said, smile still in place. "Now after I fuck you, I can mark you." He took off the trench coat, and naturally he wore nothing underneath. The cold meant nothing to him.

Harry couldn't help but lift his head weakly and turn around to look at him. He nearly choked at the sight before him. How the FUCK did that fit inside him! No wonder Draco was so beaten up, with that inside of him. He was going to be torn to shreds.

Harry tried to curl up into a little ball, pretend it was all gone. Half of him wanted so badly to do that, but the other half would have never forgiven himself. He stood up and made a sound no human should have been able to make. Every muscle in his back had been torn apart and to stand was complete agony.

Then out the corner of his eye, he saw the whip. If he could only distract him enough to reach it.

He backed up in that direction, not having to fake the terror on his face. He didn't want to broken like that, not again, not ever again.

"Lucius," he began, another idea forming in his head. "Don't you want to be dominated?"

The question was so unexpected, there was a pause while Lucius regained himself. "By that, yes," he licked his lips, eyes roaming Harry's body.

Lucius walked over to Harry, the desire plain in his almost glowing gray eyes.

Harry took the next step to close the distance between them, until the two naked men were just barely touching. Harry wrapped his arms around Lucius and breathed in his ear, "Don't you want to feel the fear, the pain for once? Don't you want to be dominated like no one has ever dared to do before?"

He felt Lucius shudder and his breath come out in a sigh. "Yes."

Harry reached into Lucius' pocket and just as he had thought, there was another knife, but it was twice the size of the butcher knife. It was almost a fucking sword.

Harry lashed out quicker than Lucius' lust-filled eyes could follow and there was suddenly a long gash running from his shoulder to elbow. Lucius gasped as the pain hit him and a dazed smile appeared on his face. "More," he whispered.

"Lie down," Harry instructed. Lucius lay down, exactly as Harry had had to do. Harry tried not to scream as his back gave a great spasm, but instead straddled Lucius' lower back and positioned the knife at the center of his back. In a sudden rage, Harry slashed over and over, deeper and deeper, into the aristocrat's back. Blood poured out even faster than it had in Harry's torture.

"Deeper!" Lucius screamed, moving beneath him like he was getting the best sex of his life.

"I'll give you deeper," Harry whispered, and severed his neck in half with the large blade.

There was no great last choking breath as he died. He died instantly and in pain, as Harry and Draco had wanted him to. The evil that had tormented Draco, and now Harry, was finally dead. And he wasn't coming back.

"Damn you for liking pain," Harry whispered, and stumbled to the door. If he fell, he would never get up. He was already dying, he knew that, and his wand was with Lucius, but his mind couldn't register that. Getting to Draco was the only goal on his mind.

Harry reached for the handle, pulled himself to his knees, and turned with all his might, then gave a weak push. Black stars began to dance before his eyes as he pushed once more to try to open the door. On the third try It opened a crack, and then The-Boy-Who-Was-Dying passed out.

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Draco Malfoy, whose room was right below the attic, woke as a loud thump was heard, right above his head. He was instantly awake. It sounded like the sound of his father's victims hitting the ground. Not good.

"Harry!" he said, then looked over and found no Harry. He put two and two together, got four, and ran upstairs to the attic. He opened the door and peered inside.

Sprawled on the floor was a dying Harry, and several feet away from him was a dead Lucius. Draco wasted no time of celebrating, felt no triumph that his father was dead. If Harry died, none of that mattered.

Draco gave a sob when he saw Harry's back. It was a mass of blood and flesh, and there was blood dribbling out of Harry's mouth. He panicked. Did that mean internal bleeding or a bitten tongue.

"Shit," Draco muttered as he carefully lifted the limp Harry. "Oh, fuck," he said dully as he suddenly knew with a dead certainty that Harry James Potter was dead. Draco's only hope of revival, his lover, his life, his best friend, was dead. The boy who had stuck his wand up a troll's nose to save his best friends was dead. Dumbledore's favorite, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry fucking Potter was dead.

Draco was making a high keening sound in his throat, rocking Harry back and forth, over and over again when Sarah and Kristy found him the next morning.

Kristy, though she couldn't cry, (Kristy had never cried since the age of three) walked over and gathered Draco into a big hug. Sarah wrapped her arms around both of them, and they stayed that way until Lupin found him the next day.

Even Kristy had cried eventually, and the three looked awful when Lupin found them. Their ribs were showing, they were a pasty gray, and their eyes were rimmed with red and black circles were under their eyes.

"Come on," Lupin said gently. "Let's get you three some food." But Kristy noticed through his calm demeanor that his eyes were bright with tears and he kept clearing his throat softly, as if repressing a sob.

The breakfast Lupin made caught on fire and as soon as Draco saw it, a fresh wave of tears was brought on. No one could seem to stop crying.

Lupin gave up after the second meal became a lovely blaze and they all huddled in the living room. All except for Draco. Draco was upstairs in the attic. After an hour, Kristy and Sarah, worried he was hurting himself, ran upstairs and kicked open the door. Draco was stabbing the knife into his father over and over again, and his body was just blood and flesh. You could never have told that the man beneath it was Lucius Malfoy.

The funeral was a week later, and Draco couldn't seem to cry again. All of his tears had already been used up. He had cried when he saw Harry's clothes (the ones he slept with because they smelled like Harry). He had cried when he saw the delicious leftovers Harry had once cooked. He had cried when he went to the muggle grocery shop Harry always went to. But he could not cry when he saw the cleaned and pale body of his lover. He could only stare until Kristy had put her arm over his shoulder and walked him to their brooms.

In the days that followed, Draco got much worse. Every single personality came back, stronger than ever. He never ate. He was skinny and pasty and his eyes looked dead and duller than ever before. The nightmares he had had more variety now. All he did was stay in bed all day and stare at the rotting food people brought him.

Kristy had had to resort to shoving food down his throat, literally, and Sarah read to him periodically. Nothing worked. Draco was dead to the world. It was like they said. Just like the doves. When one mate dies, the other simply gives up. And so had Draco.

A/N: oooooo tell me if you want another chapter or not. Nyahaha bet that surprised you, your ickle harrykins dying a nastybad death? Well, I can always make another chapter if you want me to. review and tell me if you want one or not. Love all of you!