Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Pairing: Harry/Draco (yum)
Disclaimer: Don't own characters… blahblahblah.
(A/N): AAAHH I LOVE YOU!!! After I wrote that last chapter, I dragged my tired, depressed ass to bed, and when I woke up, my inbox was OVERFLOWING with review alerts!! I just had enough time to read all my reviews, and then I had to leave to go somewhere! GRRR. So I was so inspired by your reviews that I just HAD to start writing! So I brought this crappy notebook to where I had to go… and I'm writing Chapter Four here! I write better on a computer cause it's easier, but when I type this I'll most likely add stuff… BUT- I love you guys so much; I just had to continue immediately! Again, I loved your nice, long reviews. Lol, ok, enough rambling.
Gryffindorgrl86:Yes, I totally agree with everything you said about the politics. Seriously, it makes me so mad. Heh, I love it when you review as you read, it's so much fun. I get to see your exact reaction. I'm sorry it took so long to update, enjoy!
ozumas girl:Heh, glad you like Damsel In Distress Draco (o0o, illiteration! Sorry, I'm sugar high). Glad you like the bond. Well, here's chapter four!
pisces-twins: oh my, you give very long reviews! YAY, I love long reviews! YES Draco and Harry ARE destined to be together! And nobody tell me otherwise! 0.o heh. Yes, you have discovered a plot hole. But I have an explanation! I'll put it in the story somewhere. I'm so flattered! And I love all your P.Ses. I know; some people had trouble accessing the chapter. I dunno why, but that's really annoying! Enjoy!
mizz-viefje: yes, I'm very sorry about that. Hopefully you can get to it now.
hmmmm…: I am not going to abandon the story! No way! It's like a child, I love it dearly! And I wouldn't do that to you! I'm so so so sorry it took so long. I was swamped with work these past weeks. I loved your comments about the damsel in distress. That cracks me up SO MUCH. But see, that's almost EXACTLY what is going to happen! Jen is flattered for your thanking her, and enjoy this chapter (she helped unblock me here too ).
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twodollartrick: I KNOW. I despise Bellatrix with a passion. Sirius Black was like, my FAVORITE character and she just offed him like that! And what she's doing to Harry and Draco… even more of a reason to hate her! Haha, yes, skintight leather Draco… makes you think… ah (hides) I did it again! But I have a very good excuse! Several in fact… but I won't go into it. And, yes, it makes me feel a little better that even people in OTHER countries hate Bush (grumble). Ah, oh well. On the bright side, it is now illegal for him to EVER run again. Enjoy the chapter!
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This chapter is dedicated to everyone mentioned above, as well as adina, spamy, endilwen, SummerlandJM,TruthxInxShadow, princesspeach13, harrypotter,move over, CatJetRat, Starrarose, inuyoukaiMei,and Drag!!! I'm soo happy!
(Chapter Four: Discoveries)
As sunlight streamed through the closed curtains, Harry slowly opened his eyes. He sighed; although it was morning, he just wanted to go back to sleep. But the sun shone through his closed eyelids so he decided he should get up. He sat up and cast a wary gaze around the otherwise empty room.
Empty…Harry bolted out of his bed and ran over to Draco's deserted one. He sat on it and ran his hands over it, searching for what he already knew was not there. After a while, he gave up and sat down, resigned. Harry rested his head in his hands and sighed in defeat.
'Where are you, Draco?' Thought Harry sadly. Things had just seemed to be getting better, getting closer to how they had been in sixth year, and Draco just disappeared! 'Wait a minute…' Harry thought, 'this is very odd. Draco wanted to be with me. Why would he just leave? Something is wrong…'
Harry's anger subsided and worry took over all his other emotions. Did Lucius escape Azkaban? Did Voldemort have anything to do with this? And most importantly, was Draco okay?
'Draco, where are you?!' Harry thought again, now beginning to panic. But this time, Harry got a mental response…
Meanwhile, in a secret lair not so far away…
"Master, I've got him." Bellatrix Lestrange announced proudly as she walked into the dimly lit room.
"Very good," a cold voice responded, making Bellatrix shiver despite herself.
"He's in the other room. What shall I do with him?"
"Bring him to the dungeon and chain him to that wall. Put as many obstacles as you can; we don't want him getting away."
Bellatrix nodded and exited the chamber to fetch Draco. She found him huddled on the floor in a fetal position, shivering. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his frail arms were folded over them, hugging them tight. All he was wearing was a pair of green boxers because he had been snatched right out of his bed, so naturally he was freezing. It looked so pathetic, Bellatrix almost felt sorry for him. But "almost" was the operative word.
Bellatrix strode up to Draco and kicked him in the stomach brutally hard. Draco convulsed on the floor and whimpered like and abused puppy, looking up at his aunt with wide, scared eyes.
"Get up!" she spat, "I'm bringing you to the dungeon!"
Draco slowly rose to his feet. Bellatrix could see he was still clutching his stomach from where she kicked him and he was slightly hunched over. His golden blond hair was falling into his silver eyes as he followed his aunt to the dungeon. His eyes widened in fear as he saw what horrible things adorned the walls. Directly in front of him was a huge wall of stone with various rings of different sizes hanging from it. On the adjacent wall hung many different chains, whips, and other such torture devices.
"Wha- what are you going to do with me?" He whimpered.
But instead of answering him, Bellatrix merely laughed. She grabbed him roughly and pushed him up against the wall with the rings while withdrawing her wand from her pocket. She waved it once, and instantly, each of Draco's arms was chained to a different ring, leaving him standing there with no means of self-defense.
In one swift movement, Bellatrix grabbed a whip off the wall and struck Draco suddenly across the chest, making him scream in pain. Bellatrix lashed him once more before hanging the whip back up. "That's just a taste, I assure you," she said coldly. "And this is where I leave you, Draco. I've got some curses to put up around the place. Get used to it here, you'll be here until your boyfriend comes to save you." And with that, Bellatrix turned and left, leaving Draco all alone to imagine all that was in store for him. A lone tear rolled down his cheek as he hung there helplessly. He looked down at his chest, which felt like it was on fire to see the damage. There were two thin, long lines of blood criss crossing over his chest, and dripping from them were several more. Draco made an attempt to huddle in closer, as if to make himself smaller, but so little movement was allowed by the chains that all he could do was squirm.
More tears began streaming down Draco's face as he shivered, soon becoming indifferent to all the pain and discomfort. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.
'Draco, where are you?!'… It was Harry!
'Harry?! HELP ME!!!' Draco thought as loud as he could. 'They've got me… Voldemort's got me. And my aunt, she just…you've got to help.'
'Where are you?' Harry asked, now quivering. He was so frightened for Draco. He knew he was the one that would have to save him; horrible as it may sound, nobody else really cared where Draco was.
'I- I don't really know! Well let me think…' Harry heard faint murmurs that must have been unclear thoughts as Draco's strong mental voice fell silent. 'Well,' Draco continued suddenly, 'when we got here, the door wasn't really there. Bellatrix had to say some sort of a password or something. And there was a big 12 on the door.'
Harry was silent for a moment, but his eyes widened. He may know where Draco was. Harry stopped thinking along these lines as Draco started talking again.
'And, we were in some place… started with a G…Gr…'
'GRIMMAULD PLACE?' Harry interrupted excitedly.
'Yeah, that was it… wait, how do you…?''Draco, I know exactly where you are. Hold tight, I'm going to get you'
Harry had never given a thought to what had happened to Sirius's house after his death; he just supposed it was left there. Apparently Bellatrix, being Sirius's cousin, discovered the whereabouts of the secret headquarters. Or at least they used to be secret headquarters. The Order moved its meetings to a different location after Sirius died.
Suddenly, a terrible thought struck Draco. 'Wait a minute, Harry! Maybe it's best if you don't come. It's most likely a trap! I'll find some other way to get out. Please.'
'No, Draco. I'm coming. Whatever is there to greet me, I'll be ready for it.'
'Harry, NO! I remember now, my aunt said something… aargh, she's going to kill you!' Draco was now panicking; it was all his fault. Harry would meet his fate and it was all Draco's fault.
'Draco, you know I can hear what you're thinking,' Harry thought, exasperated, 'it's not your fault. Don't worry, I'll get you out and everything will be fine.'
'No! You know what? It isn't so bad here. I think I'll stay…'
'DRACO!! Stop being ridiculous.'
Draco heard footsteps coming towards the stairs suddenly and his body clenched with the anticipation of more pain. Draco did not want Harry to know what was being done to him; it would make him want to come even more. So Draco tried to shut Harry out. Harry, however, was too powerful.
'Draco, what are you doing?' Harry asked, getting frightened.
'Could you go now? Seriously Harry, you don't need to know…' but Draco's voice trailed off as he realized he was tipping Harry off.
'NO, I won't. And I'm coming to get you. Now.'
But Draco wouldn't give up. After bickering for a few moments, Harry realized Draco wasn't giving up, so he gave in and left. For a moment.
Meanwhile, Bellatrix was pounding down the stairs again. 'No, no, no…' Draco thought. Little did he know, Harry had silently invaded his mind once more to see what was really going on.
Draco tried to hold back a whimper of fear, but it escaped his lips regardless of his futile efforts. Bellatrix smirked at this and loomed ever closer. "Yes, I'm back already." She sneered, "I suggest you close your eyes, you won't be wanting to see this."
Even though Draco was terrified, he was still Draco, so he defiantly kept his eyes open as his aunt chose her weapon from the stone wall. Smiling with morbid amusement, Bellatix selected an iron rod and menacingly walked towards her chained nephew. She muttered some well-chosen words and instantly the tip of the rod was glowing a fiery red. As she advanced on Draco, he cowered closer to the rough wall and waited for the pain.
However, instead of striking him with it immediately, Bellatrix grabbed Draco's left arm and, starting at his wrist, began rolling the iron rod up his arm. Draco merely winced at the first contact, but eventually tears began streaming down his face in restraint. He wanted to cry out loud, but he wouldn't give Bellatrix that satisfaction. It must have been a very odd spell that she put on the staff, for instead of cooling off as it went up Draco's arm, it seemed to just get hotter and hotter. Draco watched as the heat turned his skin from its normal milky white hue to an angry, shiny red. Slowly, slowly, Bellatrix inched the rod up his arm until she reached the scar of the broken heart. The last time that had been opened was almost two years ago. The night after Draco had broken up with Harry.
Draco watched Bellatrix's eyes fell on the scar as she laughed mirthlessly. "Is Draco having problems with his boyfriend?" she mocked, looking him in the eye. A tear fell from Draco's eye as Bellatrix pressed particularly hard on the center of the scar.
Miles away, Harry Potter screamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" Harry yelled, as a searing pain shot up his left forearm. He shoved up his sleeve to stare at his skin. A section was shiny and red, right in the center of the broken heart scar. He poked it fearfully, and torrents of pain swept over him. He cried out loudly and shouted a few well-chosen expletives, now beginning to panic. Against Harry's will, tears began streaming down his cheeks. He wasn't even aware he had been doing this; Harry was used to such extreme pain. He felt more of an emotion that triggered this outburst, however, but it was from nowhere inside his own mind. It was from another…
Harry knew that Draco had something to do with this. If only he had known what was going on, he might be less confused. Although Harry had re-entered Draco's mind shortly after he left, he couldn't really tell what was going on that well because Draco wasn't aware he was listening. Apparently, the connection had to be approved from both sides.
Just as Harry was grabbing a few supplies to take with him on his journey to save Draco, the phone rang. Harry jumped a foot in the air, startled at the sudden noise. But then, he realized it was most likely Hermione calling back as promised. Good, thought Harry, maybe she can clear things up.
"Hello?" Harry said impatiently into the receiver.
"Hello, Harry, its Hermione." She responded, slightly confused at his briskness.
"Hi, I'm sorry to rush you, but I'm in kind of an urgent situation here." Harry muttered, knowing this would just cause Hermione to ask more questions.
"Oh, my. What happened?" She gasped, predictably.
"Draco's been kidnapped." Whispered Harry tearfully, anticipating her response.
"WHAT?!" Hermione shouted, now thoroughly intrigued.
"Ah, you heard me! That horrible Lestrange woman has taken him to Grimmauld Place. She's his aunt you know." Harry said bitterly. "It must have something to do with Voldemort. She has him chained to a fucking wall!"
Hermione was silent for a few moments, obviously just as enraged as Harry, but deep in thought. "Harry," she said finally, "do you think it's wise to go after him? Remember what happened last time you rushed into saving someone? It was a trick!"
"This is no trick!" Harry yelled, "he told me! I know it was him! We can read each other's minds; it couldn't have been a trick!"
"Voldemort has corrupted your thoughts before, Harry," Hermione said warningly. "If you think it's not a trick and you want to go for it… well I can't stop you. But just heed my warning. Believe me Harry, I care for you and I don't want any harm to befall you. Or Draco, for that matter."
"Okay," Harry said, however impatiently. "But Hermione, did you find anything out about the bond? Any information might be helpful if I'm going to try to save Draco now."
"Yeah… I did. But first you have to tell me all the symptoms you have experienced. There were several bonds I found that somewhat fit the description you've already told me, but I need more information."
"Okay… well you know about everything up until I last spoke to you. A lot happened since then…" Harry's voice trailed off as he tried to recall all that occurred. "Well, last night we started to be able to read each other's minds. It's kind of inconsistent though; it doesn't always work. I also think that we can sort of… well this is going to sound corny, but I think I can feel what he's feeling." Harry continued thoughtfully.
"Elaborate," Hermione said, considering the facts.
"Last night, he was feeling sort of sad and I felt it too… and just now… well I'll be blunt. Bellatrix was torturing him, and when she hurt a certain spot on his arm… I felt it too. And when I looked at my arm, my skin was all burnt." Harry said, looking at the shiny spot on his arm again.
Hermione was silent once more, still thinking. Suddenly, she apparently had an epiphany, and gasped. "Harry! Do you remember that night when Draco broke up with you? Remember the scar on your arm ripped open? By itself?" Hermione's sudden enlightenment was overexciting her.
"Yes, what about it?" Harry asked, perplexed.
"The burn, was it on that scar?"
"…yes. I don't see where you're going with this…"
"Harry! Apparently that scar was the beginning of your bond! You are connected by it! That night, Draco must have cut himself again. And the same thing happened to you! But the bond isn't complete if your mind-reading abilities are inconsistent…" Hermione began muttering incoherently so Harry could no longer tell what she was saying.
"Hermione… what kind of bond is it? I know you need more time to think this over, but I must go help Draco now."
"Well, to be honest, I can't answer that question outright. From my research, it seems as if your bond is a combination of two."
"Which ones?!" Harry was getting more impatient by the second.
"The love bond… and the destiny bond." Hermione said softly.
"Oh? What the hell does that mean?!"
"It means that some unknown… force or something- has decided you and Draco were supposed to be together. And because you love each other so much naturally, that point was reinforced. But obstacles got in your way, so the bond is meant to bring you closer together again. But as I've already said, it's not complete."
"How do I complete it?" Harry asked, slowing down a little. He should know more about this before he goes out.
"Well… first you've got to understand that there are three steps to forming a bond." Hermione said. "It varies depending on what kind of bond you're dealing with. I can assume that the first event was the matching cuts. That was what made the bond possible, and those areas of your bodies are already completely connected. That's why you could feel the pain in the same exact way. The second part is to put the bond into effect. I suppose since you two have a love bond it was… when you had sex for the first time." Hermione paused and Harry could tell she was embarrassed.
Harry chuckled silently and said, "Well, what's the third step?"
"The third step completes the bond. You've held that part off so long that the powers you should have received in the beginning only started now since you hadn't seen him in so long. To complete the bond, you and Draco have to have sex again." Harry could tell Hermione was blushing.
"But me and Draco have had sex more than once!" Harry exclaimed, confused.
"Yes, well you most likely did it so soon after that the bond didn't have a chance to start up. If you do it now it will be complete."
"Well how do you propose I do that?!" Harry shouted. "He's in the clutches of Lord Voldemort! Hermione, I've got to go now. Hopefully he's still alive…" and with that Hermione said goodbye and they hung up the phones.
Harry sighed with apprehension. He did not want to walk right into Voldemort's hands, but Draco was just that important to him.
"Here I go to play the hero again," Harry said to himself sadly. "If only I felt more heroic."
It's not important how Harry got to Grimmauld Place; just know that he got there, but not without making a quick pit stop. But we'll get to that later. It was about an hour after he had spoken to Hermione, and he was now standing between number eleven and number thirteen, trying to remember how to get in. I was supposed to think something, wasn't I? Harry thought, but what was it? And surely it will be different now…But before he could begin to guess, number twelve appeared in front of him. Apparently he had been expected. Harry gritted his teeth and slowly opened the door.
A dark, deserted hallway that looked as if nobody had been in it since Sirius died greeted him. It was very ominous and Harry almost wished he hadn't come. However, Draco was worth any hell he had to go through.
Harry rounded the corner and all of his little assurance suddenly left him. A dark cloud of something was at the other end of the hallway. Harry was terrified. He had no idea what it could possibly be. But he barreled right towards the cloud with his arms over his head. When he met the cloud, it stopped hovering and began swarming all over him. He yelped and looked up to see that they were Doxies, a horrible kind of biting fairy. They were all over him, preventing him from seeing where he was going and ripping at his clothes as he ran. Harry fumbled for his wand in his robes and when he retrieved it, stood up straight and cast a spell to banish the Doxies.
Harry stood there catching his breath for a few moments. He wiped a trickle of sweat from his brow and walked onwards. He was nearing what he knew was a cavernous hallway; it was so large that a dragon could fit comfortably in it.
Speaking of which…
Before Harry rounded the next corner, he saw a burst of flame erupt in front of him. "HOLY SHIT!" he screamed, backing up several feet. As he did so, something heavy and made of metal hit against his leg. He looked down and remembered what he had picked up on the way to Grimmauld Place…
(Flashback)Harry knocked on the monumental doors of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, impatiently awaiting a response. Shortly after, the doors opened and Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office. When he got there, Dumbledore asked no questions, simply handed him the sword of Godric Gryffindor and sent him on his way, wishing him luck. Harry found it slightly unnerving that Dumbledore had known what he was there for, but was grateful nonetheless.
(End Flashback)
Harry reached to his belt and withdrew the great sword from its sheath, brandishing it threateningly in front of him. With one eye closed in fear of what he would see, Harry slowly rounded the corner…
From his hidden room in another part of the house, Voldemort laughed maniacally. "Oh, how humorous," he cackled, "Potter comes as the night in shining armor to save his damsel in distress! Priceless!" Voldemort cackled some more as he watched Harry battle the humungous dragon before him.
Bellatrix watched in amusement as well, but was a little wary of her master's giddiness. He would have to act soon; no time was to be wasted.
"Master, shouldn't you be preparing yourself? Potter is quite powerful; he's sure to get rid of that dragon soon."
"All in good time," Voldemort said, turning his gaze back to the battle before him.
Harry was getting tired of jabbing at the dragon and missing, so he decided it was time to use his wand. Harry cast a charm to slightly slow down the movements of the dragon so he could strike. In one swift movement, he drove his sword through the unprotected stomach of the dragon, causing it to howl in pain. It fell to the floor and writhed around for a moment, so Harry stabbed it again, this time in it's weakest spot; it's eye. It then ceased all movement, leaving the doorway clear for Harry to calmly walk through.
As soon as he entered this darkened chamber, he saw a glint of golden hair. He gasped and began walking faster. "Draco? Is that you?" Harry asked, confused. However, he was not answered. He neared the source of the color quickly and saw that it was indeed Draco. His hair was fanned out on the floor in a gentle arc. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he got closer and closer to the motionless body before him.
"Draco…?" he whispered, "are you okay?" Harry crept even closer and bent down to see Draco's face. His eyes were wide open, and there was a look of extreme surprise on his face. Harry touched his pale skin and he was ice cold.
Harry Potter stood there, helplessly sobbing, as he realized Draco Malfoy was dead.
(A/N): OKAY, I know you're all advancing on me with torches and pitchforks, but before you kill me, I've gotta tell you something! Now I'm only telling you this so you won't get SO MAD AT ME that you stop reading my story. DRACO WILL BE OKAY. IT IS NOT OVER. THIS STORY WILL (eventually) HAVE A HAPPY ENDING! Give it some time. And DON'T KILL ME! (hides). Okay, well I'm so sorry that it took so long to update (again, lol) but I was working so hard these past two weeks. In case you didn't notice, I started writing this the day after I posted chapter three, but I'm just finishing now (nearly two weeks later). So, I will try REALLY hard not to do that again, because the way I ended that chapter was TRULY evil, I know. But again, don't worry, he'll be okay. THINK HAPPY ENDING!!
Well, since most of you liked the damsel in distress idea, I played it up a little to add some comedy (I don't know if it was actually funny, but I did my best :-P). Well remember to review and I'll get the next chapter up ASAP. Remember, I love you guys; I'd never kill Draco (unless this was a one shot, which it isn't, obviously)! REVIEW PLEASE! Until next time,
XOXO Princesspepper OXOX