Chapter 7: Game End- Death on the Quidditch Pitch

…"I want your innocence." the being controlling Oliver hissed.

"I have no innocence," Harry whispered shaken.

"What was that," the Oliver puppet snapped jogging forward and clamping his hand tightly around Harry's arm.

"I..I have no innocence." Harry whimpered.

"Lost it eh? Well a few pints of your blood will have to do then eh kitten." He whispered pulling a sharpened dagger from his cloak.

"That's all you really are you know. A filthy mudblood kitten. Oh, and don't worry about Oliver he's dead. I'm merely borrowing his corpse for a while as it was a form you would trust," the creature reasoned.

"You…you bastard,"

"Perhaps Harry perhaps. Now be a good boy and keep quiet hmmm? Cause if you don't I'll kill you. Wood was always stronger than you were. If I decide to destroy you through him you wouldn't be able to stop me would you kitten? WILL YOU," Mutely Harry nodded trying not to cry.

"I thought not. Don't worry this will all be over soon."Oh gods that hurts. Harry whimpered softly. Lots worse than the first time I cut my own skin.

Flash back

Once again now ten year old Harry Potter was in the kitchen doing dishes. He'd heard it was dangerous because Aunt Petunia used really sharp knives. That's why Dudley never did them, but they didn't care about him. He was worthless expendable, nothing but a slave and whore in his own home.

Ouch! Harry winced pulling his reddened hands out of the hot steamy water. There on his left arm was a sliver of skin beaded in rich red blood. Fascinated Harry watched as the line stretched thickened and began making it's way down his arm.

Finding the handle of the knife in the sink Harry pulled it out and softly dragged it across his skin. He just wanted to see how deep you had to go before blood flowed.

Huh? Not deep at all. This feels kind of nice. Yes, yes I'll make myself bleed. Uncle Vernon can't force me to bleed anymore because I bleed myself. Harry insanely reasoned. The power is mine! Not yours see I make myself bleed I bleed, I bleed and no one sees ….

End Flashback

but me

Huh? What? Who's there? Harry thought through his haze of pain. Then he saw him the most terrible most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Vampire Draconius Malfoy was streaking across the night sky his white blond hair glowing wildly against the darkened night sky. I can hear you watch and I'll set you free.

With that he swooped down upon Oliver snapped his neck and dropped him like a rag doll into the center of the field smoldering the candle.

"Harry? Harry where are you," Draco called into the night.

"Here," a faint sound barely audible.

"Harry are you all right," Draco questioned landing by his side.

"No I think he broke my arm," Harry wined curling up into a tight ball. Trying in vain to shield himself from the world that had so cruelly given him life.

"Come on Harry let's go to Madame Pomfrey she'll know what to do. " Draco counsled taking the young wizard into his arms.

"Why," Harry questioned.

"Why what," Draco replied.

"Why did you come? Why do you care? WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE," Harry yelled.

"I heard you I love you and so I came," Draco replied.

"Besides you can't die. Not on my watch. I love you unconditionally forever. You die then I die with you. I cannot live without you Harry I refuse to. You are my life, my love, my obsession, my world," Draco related.

"You…you love me? How can this be true," Harry asked struggling to remain conscious to keep a strong hold on the dream he now found himself in. If he fell into slumber it would all fall away.

As if reading his thoughts Draco spoke softly into his mind. Sleep Harry, sleep I'll be here when you wake up.

Promise?

I promise

A/N: Sorry it's soo short. The next one will be better I promise. Ta ha! That is sooo cliché.