A/N: Alright my lovely reviewers. You asked for another chapter, so here it is. And naturally you all responded to Harry dying. (cackles) I'm such an evil bitch for killing him. But it's what I do, loves, and this is angst. HAHA and now I have to ass character death, OOCness, and self mutilation into the warning!
It was a lovely dagger. Thin silver serpents entwined themselves around the hilt of it, and the blade itself was sharpened to perfection. There was not a scratch on the dagger, and apart from the blade, it was all pure silver. And it was Lucius' old dagger.
Draco laughed and laughed as he slit his right arm open. The same blade that had torn up his back, made him scream so loud, the same blade that he hated almost as much as his father. The same blade that was now his only peace.
When he dug the blade so deep into his arms, there was a sort of stillness, a peacefulness he had never had. There was Draco, the blade, the blood, the guilt, the grief, the misery, and the anguish. Life wasn't weren't living without Harry. Harry had been healing him, and loving him like no one else ever had. Now there was just the dagger to fill those empty holes. Even if it was not Harry, it was something.
Draco summoned up all of his agony, imagined someone pouring it as black blood into the dagger, and slit the wound harder. He giggled as the blood dribbled down his arms. The more the blood ran, the harder he laughed.
Still gasping for breath, Draco made an even deeper slit on his wrist on the left arm. The two streams of blood ran together, staining his clothes, to form a little puddle around him in the dusty attic. He wasn't laughing anymore.
"Draco," Daren whispered. "Stop it. Stop…." Daren weakly opened his fingers, dropping the dagger. But it was too late. All of Draco's anguish had gone into that wound, and all of his blood had poured out of it.
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The river was cold, so cold. Draco's teeth chattered and his whole body was shaking within seconds. The water was black rapids that threatened to take Draco under its grip. Each step was a battle against it.
The bottom was rough and gravelly. It wasn't exactly painful, but it was rather uncomfortable.
Draco looked around. All he could see was a thin mist that affectively covered everything. Through the river, dark shapes were moving, some of them in groups. Some were tall, some were just the size of a child. Draco couldn't see much else of them.
Draco started to breath faster than he had before when he looked down at himself. His hands! They were like shadows! Yes, that was exactly what they were like. And he could see the river underneath them. He was transparent and black as a shadow….
As soon as he had stopped moving, the river pulled, and Draco almost went under. He struggled madly, then realized, why struggle? Harry was still gone….nothing was worth it without Harry.
Just get to the other side, said a voice like a breeze on a warm summer night. The voice held so much…..it held warmth, and the kind of things a really good day will have. Like fresh chocolate chip cookies from the oven, like having a Cheer Charm cast on you, or going to Hogsmeade with all of your best friends. The voice sounded whispery, like a breath coming out.
Draco nodded to himself, and took a deep breath. He concentrated on going to where the mist was least thick, where he might have even seen a dark shore lined with people waiting, but he couldn't be sure.
Step by freezing step, Draco waded through the thick water. It was heavy, and there were places where the water was deep and you would slip and almost go under, but a hand would seem to pull you right out again. It seemed like hours had passed when he finally sank down to his knees on a soft sandy shore.
Draco looked at his hands again in amazement. They were their usual pale color. If this was where he had expected it to be, his hands would be glowing….but no. This was a place where everyone was where they had once been. Where what you were was just fine, and nothing more. No one shrank away from you if you drank blood, or if you had once killed someone. It was a new beginning.
A tan hand grabbed his and yanked him to his feet into a crushing hug.
"DRACO!" a laughing voice cried, and hoisted Draco up onto his waist, pulling his legs around him.
Draco's startled silver eyes looked into familiar bright green eyes.
"HARRY!"
