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Warning: DH slash. Some BD slash, violence, blood and angst. OotP spoilers and all the usual stuff.
A/N: Thank you guys for the lovely reviews. I'll try to answer as many as I can now!
usually immaculate aristocrat: Don't jump! There's still more of the story! You can't die yet! Not before reading it anyway! What if you come back and haunt me because my cliffie killed you? I'm very scared of ghosts. Thank you for reviewing and for reading too!
Kairi099: Oh please! You are welcomed to threaten me anytime! I think I need that. I'm awfully lazy.
Raya245: Oh I understood you. Thank you for reviewing! I can't believe you've read it twice. Truth be told, I only read it once after writing it. So now you make me look bad. =P
kt: Thank you for reviewing! Yeah I'm a bit stressed but as I said. There is no way in hell I'm not finishing this. I've come this far, I'd be pretty stupid not to finish it now. It's just that up until now I've had an idea about what was going to happen in the next chapter and now. Well let me tell you this. I don't even know yet.
NayNymic: Thank you for your review! As for the killing Blaise part: Would you prefer if I made a stew of him and feed him to his master, or should go for sandwiches and sell them to all the Death Eaters? =P
Draco-Is-A-God: Aww! Don't cry! Here! Have a cookie! I'll give you a Wolfie doll too!
Anarane Anwamane: Thank you for reviewing! Wolfie doll for you too! In fact! Why don't I give one to all of you?
MustIBeAMalfoy: Thank you so much for the lovely review! I am very sorry about your friend. It was very cruel of her to say such a thing. I promised that if my friend wouldn't write I'll fly all the way to England and kick her ass and then I'll drag her back right here and chain her to the closest tree to my house. Hum. How very "Blaise" of me. XP Anyway I just wanted to say that......I Love you too! hugs thanks for reading my story!
Alyanah: Thank you for reviewing! Yeah, the Ron part. Well I think that he and Hermione have been a bit neglected in this story so I thought he could have a part too. As for the dream. It was mainly there to lighten the mood from all the angst and all. And don't you think it's horrible when you are in the middle of a great dream and then you have to get up to go to the bathroom? There's nothing worse.
Well unfortunately this is all I can answer right now. Those who didn't get an answer. I'm sorry! Here! A cookie AND a Wolfie doll. You also get a Wolf Blaise doll to torture or whatever you want to do with it! On with the chapter!
Chapter 18:
Draco was so close to releasing his beloved. Then at least he wouldn't be bleeding so heavily. Then at least the cuts on his body, caused by the threads wouldn't get any deeper. He would have to free him from the spells, holding him in place later too but right now he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than absolutely necessary.
A little noise made its way to his ears and he almost jumped.
In an instant he turned in the direction from where he had heard the noise.
His sharp eyes landed on the thing making the noise and his heart jumped in his chest.
The Weasel!? If he could have he would have shouted with fright and irritation.
Damn those meddling little friends of Potter's! Now everything would be ruined. If he knew the Weasel right, he would think he was just here to torture Potter. Any second now he would come shouting at him to stop whatever evil he was up to.
But wait a second! He wasn't doing any of that.
Why? How weird.
Or maybe it's not. He was in his wolf form after all. There was no way the Weasel would recognize him in this form. He was like the thickest person in the school aside from Crabbe and Goyle of course. Those two would win the Idiot Olympics without any effort whatsoever.
He threw a warning look at Weasel to tell him to lay low and showed him his teeth in a threatening manner to make the boy stay in place and maybe wet his pants in fright. He didn't seem to be the kind of person that liked this forest.
Draco of course was the same but he would drown himself in pumpkin juice before admitting that to anyone.
His trick seemed to have worked as the thick-skulled Weasley seemed to get the message and stay in place. How he had managed that he had no idea.
'Damn you, Weasel, come any closer, just move an inch, or even take a breath and I'll slit your throat and give you to Blaise to have a new toy to play with. Then I'll piss on your bones for good measure.' Draco thought desperately as he chewed on the last threads.
'Just a little more, just a little more. Pleas, please, don't let Blaise notice! Please, please, let the Weasel stay put. Please, please, Harry, hang in there. I'm almost done. Please, please.......'
There! It was done! Harry's bloody wrists and body were free from the threads that dug into his skin.
Draco had to sigh with relief. He glanced at the Weasel, who was still in chock it seemed. Perhaps he even needed a diaper after this or something.
It was far from over yet. He would have to use some very difficult magic to free Harry totally.
This kind of magic was hard since as a wolf he didn't have access to his magic in the same way he did in his human form. The whole thing was made nearly impossible by the fact that the magic holding Harry in place was a very difficult kind of magic in itself.
Draco was very nervous now. Any second Blaise could turn around and see him here. Any second the stupid Weasel could make a noise and give himself away or even worse, stupid as he was, go after him instead of going after Blaise. Not that the idiot going after Blaise would help much.
He had to relax; he knew he had to relax, for Harry's sake. Otherwise this would definitely not work.
Once again he glanced at Weasley to make sure the boy was still there and kept his mouth shut. He was. Good.
He closed his eyes and started to concentrate and focus.
But what was he focusing at? He could focus on his anger.
Yes that was good. He would focus on how much he hated being here in this forest. How much he hated that Harry was tied to that tree and that Weasley's eyes were burning in his neck and that the stupid git might do something stupid and ruin all of this. Or that this whole mess was Blaise's damn fault to being with. The damn freak just had to pick him as a mate.
All right. Now he could try it.
He focused his energy and magic as hard as he could and directed it at the magic holding Harry in place.
Light erupted from within him and he was glowing suddenly.
Ron who was hiding and watching him like a hawk fainted seeing this, not that Draco noticed.
The magic was a very strong one. But it wasn't the right kind of magic. He could feel it.
He was shaking and he threw his head back. He howled without even noticing and the magic surrounding him was now took on the form of a red, see- through crystal.
For a second the whole forest seemed to still and glow in that sickly red colour.
Blaise stopped what he was doing too and looked in that direction only to be blinded by the light that erupted from the white wolf.
This was wrong. Something wasn't right. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Draco cried out in pain but no noise left his mouth.
Something resembling a red claw left the crystal and made its way towards Blaise.
The black haired Slytherin didn't understand what was going on. What was happening?
He saw the huge claw, like in slow motion but could never move. It was coming towards him. Why?
Who?
This was some strange and very strong magic.
Suddenly his whole body was on fire and the pain jus wouldn't go away.
He screamed and howled in pain. His eyes were a sickly yellow colour and his fangs were showing.
Soon he was in his wolf form surrounded by something red. It felt like needles were digging their way into his flesh. And the wounds they left burned like nothing he had ever experienced.
Such pain. The howling never ceased as the pain just grew worse each second that passed.
Suddenly it all stopped and the redness around him disappeared.
He fell to the ground with a thud and looked in the direction of the red light.
A white wolf was lying on the ground there. He seemed to be exhausted from what he had done.
Blaise didn't have to look twice to know just who this white wolf was.
He forced himself to stand but his muscles protested making him land on the ground again.
Before he could stand up again he was forced to the ground again. This time by a white paw.
'My Dragon. You were very good back there.' He growled as he felt claws dig into his side.
Suddenly he jumped up and knocked the white wolf to the ground jumping onto him and digging his own claws into the white fur, loving the sensation of the skin breaking beneath the fur and warm thick blood covering his claw.
'You were good but not good enough it seems.' He growled again into the ear of the white wolf then dug his claws deeper. As deep as they went
Draco's howl rung through the forest.
Harry was covered in darkness. The pain in his body was great and he wanted to fall into a safe unconsciousness but something wouldn't let him.
He was tired. So tired. But something kept him from falling asleep. Something.
But what was it?
He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't open. How would he know what it was that didn't let him drift into unconsciousness, if he didn't see it?
He tried again. He tried harder.
This time he managed to open his eyes but it didn't help much since they closed again against his will before he could see anything.
Besides, he didn't have his glasses so he would not be able to see anything anyway.
He didn't give up though. He knew it was important that he stayed awake.
If his eyes wouldn't work then he just had to focus on using his ears instead. So he started listening to whatever sounds that were made around him.
Slowly a horrid howl entered his unconscious mind and it made his blood freeze to ice in his veins.
It sounded so pained. So horrible. So much pain in that voice. And it was familiar somehow. Harry jus couldn't think of where he could have heard such a terrible sound.
He tried opening his eyes again and this time he could register something white in all the darkness. It wasn't too far from where he was standing.
His eyes fluttered for a while, he was struggling to keep them open and see what was going on.
Slowly the image cleared a bit in front of his eyes and he saw what was going on.
Now he didn't have any problem keeping his eyes open. Even though his vision was blurred he could see the way a black wolf was pushing a white one to the ground, digging its claws into the white fur and through the skin. He saw the blood as it coloured the snow red.
Dark stains of blood in the snow. The blood of the white wolf. The blood of his white wolf.
"DRACO!" he shouted like never before.
This was not happening. Someone had to help Draco. And he was held back by some stupid spells.
He heard the white wolf howl again. Almost as an answer. A cry for help. He had to do something.
Draco, Draco, Draco.
No! Something had to be done.
He forgot about his own wounds and his mind was racing. As he saw the eyes of the black wolf he knew.
He knew who it was. As weird and bizarre as it was, he knew exactly why Draco was being attacked by it.
He had not had any time to think about it before but the pieces of this horrid puzzle were falling into place.
That was not just any wolf on top of Draco. It was Blaise. He saw the hatred and the madness in his eyes. That could be none else but Blaise.
When he looked around and didn't see any movement that would be proof to someone else being around.
He was convinced. This was Blaise and he was hurting Draco.
"NO! DRACO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed as loud as he could manage.
Suddenly everything seemed to quite down. Everything was calm like nothing had ever happened.
It was like everything was waiting for something. Harry's voice died in his throat and he had Blaise's and Draco's eyes on him.
Then a lightning made the sky turn bright and made its way down to the spot right in front of Harry.
The wind started to dance in front of Harry where the lightning had made the snow melt and the turned the ground black.
Slowly it made its way around Harry and danced more and more wildly. Soon Harry could see nothing but the snow it had lifted from the ground.
Yellow sparks were starting to appear in the wind and grew into something that resembled ropes.
The "ropes" danced wildly around Harry and hen they started to stretch toward the place where Draco and Blaise were frozen to their places in the snow.
The ropes made their way around them, or Blaise to be more precise, and then in the blink of an eye they turned stiff and pointy and closed around the black wolf.
They dug into his flesh and went right through him.
For the first time since Harry's outburst a voice could be heard. It was the painful howling of the dying wolf.
I rose to the skies like a cry for help and when no help seemed to come from there, it too died out. Blaise fell to the ground beside Draco and his yellow eyes turned black again as he slowly turned back to his true form.
Tears were shining in his dying eyes.
Draco wasn't sure what kind of tears they were. If they were tears of regret or just because the boy knew that he was dying.
"Draco........" he heard the raspy voice. It begged him to help him. To just say one last word. Something warm. Something that he would be able to take with him to the other side, wherever that was.
"Draco kept looking at him but didn't say a word.
He too turned back into his human form though without even noticing it or knowing why.
But he guessed this was about all he could do for Blaise now.
Letting him see his face at least one more time. He figured that was probably the last thing he would be able to do for Blaise.
He didn't move though. He didn't show any compassion.
He hated Blaise. He hated him for what he had done to him over the years. But even more for what he had done to Harry. For wanting to kill Harry and taking the only thing he had ever felt love for from him.
He didn't believe in Blaise's love. If he had ever loved him, he wouldn't have done the things he had done.
But even though he felt this way, even he thought that it would be cruel to say what he really wanted to say to Blaise.
That he hated him and that he was getting what he deserved.
He guessed that even a person as pathetic and evil as Blaise deserved not to die completely alone.
So he sat by his side, looking at him the whole time.
It didn't take long before Blaise closed his eyes and his chest heaved shakily for the last time.
Only then did Draco look in the direction where Harry had been.
The boy was now lying on the ground. Apparently the magic that held him to the tree had broken the moment Blaise died.
Slowly Draco moved over to the boy. His heart was beating fast and he was afraid. He hoped that nothing had happened to Harry. That Harry was all right.
"Oh, please, let him be all right, please, please." He prayed silently.
When he reached the boy, he turned his face so he could see it. It looked like Harry had been awake for years. He was so pale, the colour of his skin competed with that of the snow.
Carefully, he took the boy into his arms and held him close. It seemed like he was asleep.
His breathing was shallow and he had a weak pulse but at least it was there.
"Harry. Please wake up. I'm here Harry. I've got you but please, please wake up. You have to stay awake." He begged in a whisper while caressed the boy's hair and made little trails of kisses across his sweaty and bloody face.
The dark lashes fluttered a little and soon he could see those emerald orbs he knew and was so in love with.
"Yes, that's it Harry. Just keep looking at me. Everything will be fine if you just keep looking at me. I promise." He had to get Harry to the Hospital Wing, he knew. He himself was pretty badly beat up but it seemed that whatever magic Harry had performed took a lot of his energy and the whole thing was made worse by the fact that he had lost a lot of blood.
"Draco....." came a raspy, questioning voice.
"Yes, yes, I'm here. Don't talk. Just listen to my voice and look at me. Don't close your eyes. I'll get us out of here." He said as he tries to stand up with Harry in his arms.
It didn't go too well. He wobbled and nearly dropped Harry to the ground. He rested his back against a tree.
He vaguely wondered what he would do with the passed out Weasley and Blaise's corpse but decided that right now Harry was more important.
"Draco........l-listen...." Harry tried speaking again.
"No, don't exhaust yourself. Just keep looking at me and......" he broke off at the look in Harry's eyes. It was a pleading look. Whatever Harry wanted to say was very important and it had to be said right now.
This made Draco very nervous. What could be so important that it couldn't wait until Harry was a little better?
He stopped walking and looked Harry in the eye and waited for what he wanted to say.
"Draco......" the boy said quietly as he reached up to his face with one hand and caressed it.
Now Draco was even more scared and just wanted to get out of the forest. Tell Harry that everything was all right and that he didn't need to worry. That whatever he wanted to say could wait until the next day.
"I just......I needed to tell you. What we had.........it was precious to me......and I loved every second of it...." He broke off and started coughing. Draco saw a trickle of blood in the corner of Harry's mouth and started panicking inside. On the outside he didn't show it though. He just prayed that Harry would say what he wanted to say soon so that he could take him to Pomfrey.
Why was Harry saying things like this at a time like this anyway? He wanted to run up to the castle now.
"Draco......I.......I just had to tell you......Draco, I love you." He whispered and once again his eyes started to flutter.
Draco held him closer and pressed his mouth to his in a quick kiss. He could taste Harry's blood in it.
"Harry......don't say things like that now. We are going to the Hospital Wing now. I'll hurry, Harry." He was panicking now because Harry was slowly shaking his head and his eyes were almost closed.
"Draco......it's cold........Hold me close, Draco." He said as his eyes closed.
"No Harry. Open your eyes. Don't say things like this." He said as he touched Harry's pale cheeks.
"Harry, open your eyes. Listen to me." Harry's eyes opened slightly but he didn't seem to be able to actually see Draco anymore.
"Harry, I love you too. Please just a little more. You have to wait a little longer and we'll be there. Harry, please!" he had tears in his eyes now. They made his vision blurry and he couldn't see Harry's face clearly anymore.
"I love you so much. I'm holding you closer now. Please, Harry hold on a little longer." His tears started falling down on Harry's hands.
"Dr.....a.....co.....love....you...." Harry's eyes closed and his breathing was drastically slowing down. Then he stopped breathing altogether.
"Harry. Harry, don't. Do you hear me?" Draco rubbed Harry's cheek but the boy didn't open his eyes like before.
"Harry, no! Harry, open your eyes! Don't leave me! Harry, please! NO! HARRY, YOU BASTARD! WAKE UP!" he broke down in sobs and held the raven haired boy as close as he could.
"HARRY! NO!"
A/N: Muwahahahaha! Didn't see that coming did ya? Omigawd! hides in the mountains from bloodthirsty readers Now, now, just because I killed off Harry you don't have to kill me! Cause if you do you don't know what happens next right? Besides, there are like a billion fanfics where either Harry or Draco die and then live. Maybe this is just one of those. Who knows? I sure don't. Though I rather like tragic endings. Where you cry your eyes out and wonder if the author has a heart......at all. Well as I said. This isn't the last chappie so if you actually want to read it, don't kill me too much! Oh yeah! And I'm sooo sorry for the late update but school was very hectic lately. I can almost promise you that I'll update again in about a week. Thank you for reading. Now please review!
Warning: DH slash. Some BD slash, violence, blood and angst. OotP spoilers and all the usual stuff.
A/N: Thank you guys for the lovely reviews. I'll try to answer as many as I can now!
usually immaculate aristocrat: Don't jump! There's still more of the story! You can't die yet! Not before reading it anyway! What if you come back and haunt me because my cliffie killed you? I'm very scared of ghosts. Thank you for reviewing and for reading too!
Kairi099: Oh please! You are welcomed to threaten me anytime! I think I need that. I'm awfully lazy.
Raya245: Oh I understood you. Thank you for reviewing! I can't believe you've read it twice. Truth be told, I only read it once after writing it. So now you make me look bad. =P
kt: Thank you for reviewing! Yeah I'm a bit stressed but as I said. There is no way in hell I'm not finishing this. I've come this far, I'd be pretty stupid not to finish it now. It's just that up until now I've had an idea about what was going to happen in the next chapter and now. Well let me tell you this. I don't even know yet.
NayNymic: Thank you for your review! As for the killing Blaise part: Would you prefer if I made a stew of him and feed him to his master, or should go for sandwiches and sell them to all the Death Eaters? =P
Draco-Is-A-God: Aww! Don't cry! Here! Have a cookie! I'll give you a Wolfie doll too!
Anarane Anwamane: Thank you for reviewing! Wolfie doll for you too! In fact! Why don't I give one to all of you?
MustIBeAMalfoy: Thank you so much for the lovely review! I am very sorry about your friend. It was very cruel of her to say such a thing. I promised that if my friend wouldn't write I'll fly all the way to England and kick her ass and then I'll drag her back right here and chain her to the closest tree to my house. Hum. How very "Blaise" of me. XP Anyway I just wanted to say that......I Love you too! hugs thanks for reading my story!
Alyanah: Thank you for reviewing! Yeah, the Ron part. Well I think that he and Hermione have been a bit neglected in this story so I thought he could have a part too. As for the dream. It was mainly there to lighten the mood from all the angst and all. And don't you think it's horrible when you are in the middle of a great dream and then you have to get up to go to the bathroom? There's nothing worse.
Well unfortunately this is all I can answer right now. Those who didn't get an answer. I'm sorry! Here! A cookie AND a Wolfie doll. You also get a Wolf Blaise doll to torture or whatever you want to do with it! On with the chapter!
Chapter 18:
Draco was so close to releasing his beloved. Then at least he wouldn't be bleeding so heavily. Then at least the cuts on his body, caused by the threads wouldn't get any deeper. He would have to free him from the spells, holding him in place later too but right now he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than absolutely necessary.
A little noise made its way to his ears and he almost jumped.
In an instant he turned in the direction from where he had heard the noise.
His sharp eyes landed on the thing making the noise and his heart jumped in his chest.
The Weasel!? If he could have he would have shouted with fright and irritation.
Damn those meddling little friends of Potter's! Now everything would be ruined. If he knew the Weasel right, he would think he was just here to torture Potter. Any second now he would come shouting at him to stop whatever evil he was up to.
But wait a second! He wasn't doing any of that.
Why? How weird.
Or maybe it's not. He was in his wolf form after all. There was no way the Weasel would recognize him in this form. He was like the thickest person in the school aside from Crabbe and Goyle of course. Those two would win the Idiot Olympics without any effort whatsoever.
He threw a warning look at Weasel to tell him to lay low and showed him his teeth in a threatening manner to make the boy stay in place and maybe wet his pants in fright. He didn't seem to be the kind of person that liked this forest.
Draco of course was the same but he would drown himself in pumpkin juice before admitting that to anyone.
His trick seemed to have worked as the thick-skulled Weasley seemed to get the message and stay in place. How he had managed that he had no idea.
'Damn you, Weasel, come any closer, just move an inch, or even take a breath and I'll slit your throat and give you to Blaise to have a new toy to play with. Then I'll piss on your bones for good measure.' Draco thought desperately as he chewed on the last threads.
'Just a little more, just a little more. Pleas, please, don't let Blaise notice! Please, please, let the Weasel stay put. Please, please, Harry, hang in there. I'm almost done. Please, please.......'
There! It was done! Harry's bloody wrists and body were free from the threads that dug into his skin.
Draco had to sigh with relief. He glanced at the Weasel, who was still in chock it seemed. Perhaps he even needed a diaper after this or something.
It was far from over yet. He would have to use some very difficult magic to free Harry totally.
This kind of magic was hard since as a wolf he didn't have access to his magic in the same way he did in his human form. The whole thing was made nearly impossible by the fact that the magic holding Harry in place was a very difficult kind of magic in itself.
Draco was very nervous now. Any second Blaise could turn around and see him here. Any second the stupid Weasel could make a noise and give himself away or even worse, stupid as he was, go after him instead of going after Blaise. Not that the idiot going after Blaise would help much.
He had to relax; he knew he had to relax, for Harry's sake. Otherwise this would definitely not work.
Once again he glanced at Weasley to make sure the boy was still there and kept his mouth shut. He was. Good.
He closed his eyes and started to concentrate and focus.
But what was he focusing at? He could focus on his anger.
Yes that was good. He would focus on how much he hated being here in this forest. How much he hated that Harry was tied to that tree and that Weasley's eyes were burning in his neck and that the stupid git might do something stupid and ruin all of this. Or that this whole mess was Blaise's damn fault to being with. The damn freak just had to pick him as a mate.
All right. Now he could try it.
He focused his energy and magic as hard as he could and directed it at the magic holding Harry in place.
Light erupted from within him and he was glowing suddenly.
Ron who was hiding and watching him like a hawk fainted seeing this, not that Draco noticed.
The magic was a very strong one. But it wasn't the right kind of magic. He could feel it.
He was shaking and he threw his head back. He howled without even noticing and the magic surrounding him was now took on the form of a red, see- through crystal.
For a second the whole forest seemed to still and glow in that sickly red colour.
Blaise stopped what he was doing too and looked in that direction only to be blinded by the light that erupted from the white wolf.
This was wrong. Something wasn't right. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Draco cried out in pain but no noise left his mouth.
Something resembling a red claw left the crystal and made its way towards Blaise.
The black haired Slytherin didn't understand what was going on. What was happening?
He saw the huge claw, like in slow motion but could never move. It was coming towards him. Why?
Who?
This was some strange and very strong magic.
Suddenly his whole body was on fire and the pain jus wouldn't go away.
He screamed and howled in pain. His eyes were a sickly yellow colour and his fangs were showing.
Soon he was in his wolf form surrounded by something red. It felt like needles were digging their way into his flesh. And the wounds they left burned like nothing he had ever experienced.
Such pain. The howling never ceased as the pain just grew worse each second that passed.
Suddenly it all stopped and the redness around him disappeared.
He fell to the ground with a thud and looked in the direction of the red light.
A white wolf was lying on the ground there. He seemed to be exhausted from what he had done.
Blaise didn't have to look twice to know just who this white wolf was.
He forced himself to stand but his muscles protested making him land on the ground again.
Before he could stand up again he was forced to the ground again. This time by a white paw.
'My Dragon. You were very good back there.' He growled as he felt claws dig into his side.
Suddenly he jumped up and knocked the white wolf to the ground jumping onto him and digging his own claws into the white fur, loving the sensation of the skin breaking beneath the fur and warm thick blood covering his claw.
'You were good but not good enough it seems.' He growled again into the ear of the white wolf then dug his claws deeper. As deep as they went
Draco's howl rung through the forest.
Harry was covered in darkness. The pain in his body was great and he wanted to fall into a safe unconsciousness but something wouldn't let him.
He was tired. So tired. But something kept him from falling asleep. Something.
But what was it?
He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't open. How would he know what it was that didn't let him drift into unconsciousness, if he didn't see it?
He tried again. He tried harder.
This time he managed to open his eyes but it didn't help much since they closed again against his will before he could see anything.
Besides, he didn't have his glasses so he would not be able to see anything anyway.
He didn't give up though. He knew it was important that he stayed awake.
If his eyes wouldn't work then he just had to focus on using his ears instead. So he started listening to whatever sounds that were made around him.
Slowly a horrid howl entered his unconscious mind and it made his blood freeze to ice in his veins.
It sounded so pained. So horrible. So much pain in that voice. And it was familiar somehow. Harry jus couldn't think of where he could have heard such a terrible sound.
He tried opening his eyes again and this time he could register something white in all the darkness. It wasn't too far from where he was standing.
His eyes fluttered for a while, he was struggling to keep them open and see what was going on.
Slowly the image cleared a bit in front of his eyes and he saw what was going on.
Now he didn't have any problem keeping his eyes open. Even though his vision was blurred he could see the way a black wolf was pushing a white one to the ground, digging its claws into the white fur and through the skin. He saw the blood as it coloured the snow red.
Dark stains of blood in the snow. The blood of the white wolf. The blood of his white wolf.
"DRACO!" he shouted like never before.
This was not happening. Someone had to help Draco. And he was held back by some stupid spells.
He heard the white wolf howl again. Almost as an answer. A cry for help. He had to do something.
Draco, Draco, Draco.
No! Something had to be done.
He forgot about his own wounds and his mind was racing. As he saw the eyes of the black wolf he knew.
He knew who it was. As weird and bizarre as it was, he knew exactly why Draco was being attacked by it.
He had not had any time to think about it before but the pieces of this horrid puzzle were falling into place.
That was not just any wolf on top of Draco. It was Blaise. He saw the hatred and the madness in his eyes. That could be none else but Blaise.
When he looked around and didn't see any movement that would be proof to someone else being around.
He was convinced. This was Blaise and he was hurting Draco.
"NO! DRACO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed as loud as he could manage.
Suddenly everything seemed to quite down. Everything was calm like nothing had ever happened.
It was like everything was waiting for something. Harry's voice died in his throat and he had Blaise's and Draco's eyes on him.
Then a lightning made the sky turn bright and made its way down to the spot right in front of Harry.
The wind started to dance in front of Harry where the lightning had made the snow melt and the turned the ground black.
Slowly it made its way around Harry and danced more and more wildly. Soon Harry could see nothing but the snow it had lifted from the ground.
Yellow sparks were starting to appear in the wind and grew into something that resembled ropes.
The "ropes" danced wildly around Harry and hen they started to stretch toward the place where Draco and Blaise were frozen to their places in the snow.
The ropes made their way around them, or Blaise to be more precise, and then in the blink of an eye they turned stiff and pointy and closed around the black wolf.
They dug into his flesh and went right through him.
For the first time since Harry's outburst a voice could be heard. It was the painful howling of the dying wolf.
I rose to the skies like a cry for help and when no help seemed to come from there, it too died out. Blaise fell to the ground beside Draco and his yellow eyes turned black again as he slowly turned back to his true form.
Tears were shining in his dying eyes.
Draco wasn't sure what kind of tears they were. If they were tears of regret or just because the boy knew that he was dying.
"Draco........" he heard the raspy voice. It begged him to help him. To just say one last word. Something warm. Something that he would be able to take with him to the other side, wherever that was.
"Draco kept looking at him but didn't say a word.
He too turned back into his human form though without even noticing it or knowing why.
But he guessed this was about all he could do for Blaise now.
Letting him see his face at least one more time. He figured that was probably the last thing he would be able to do for Blaise.
He didn't move though. He didn't show any compassion.
He hated Blaise. He hated him for what he had done to him over the years. But even more for what he had done to Harry. For wanting to kill Harry and taking the only thing he had ever felt love for from him.
He didn't believe in Blaise's love. If he had ever loved him, he wouldn't have done the things he had done.
But even though he felt this way, even he thought that it would be cruel to say what he really wanted to say to Blaise.
That he hated him and that he was getting what he deserved.
He guessed that even a person as pathetic and evil as Blaise deserved not to die completely alone.
So he sat by his side, looking at him the whole time.
It didn't take long before Blaise closed his eyes and his chest heaved shakily for the last time.
Only then did Draco look in the direction where Harry had been.
The boy was now lying on the ground. Apparently the magic that held him to the tree had broken the moment Blaise died.
Slowly Draco moved over to the boy. His heart was beating fast and he was afraid. He hoped that nothing had happened to Harry. That Harry was all right.
"Oh, please, let him be all right, please, please." He prayed silently.
When he reached the boy, he turned his face so he could see it. It looked like Harry had been awake for years. He was so pale, the colour of his skin competed with that of the snow.
Carefully, he took the boy into his arms and held him close. It seemed like he was asleep.
His breathing was shallow and he had a weak pulse but at least it was there.
"Harry. Please wake up. I'm here Harry. I've got you but please, please wake up. You have to stay awake." He begged in a whisper while caressed the boy's hair and made little trails of kisses across his sweaty and bloody face.
The dark lashes fluttered a little and soon he could see those emerald orbs he knew and was so in love with.
"Yes, that's it Harry. Just keep looking at me. Everything will be fine if you just keep looking at me. I promise." He had to get Harry to the Hospital Wing, he knew. He himself was pretty badly beat up but it seemed that whatever magic Harry had performed took a lot of his energy and the whole thing was made worse by the fact that he had lost a lot of blood.
"Draco....." came a raspy, questioning voice.
"Yes, yes, I'm here. Don't talk. Just listen to my voice and look at me. Don't close your eyes. I'll get us out of here." He said as he tries to stand up with Harry in his arms.
It didn't go too well. He wobbled and nearly dropped Harry to the ground. He rested his back against a tree.
He vaguely wondered what he would do with the passed out Weasley and Blaise's corpse but decided that right now Harry was more important.
"Draco........l-listen...." Harry tried speaking again.
"No, don't exhaust yourself. Just keep looking at me and......" he broke off at the look in Harry's eyes. It was a pleading look. Whatever Harry wanted to say was very important and it had to be said right now.
This made Draco very nervous. What could be so important that it couldn't wait until Harry was a little better?
He stopped walking and looked Harry in the eye and waited for what he wanted to say.
"Draco......" the boy said quietly as he reached up to his face with one hand and caressed it.
Now Draco was even more scared and just wanted to get out of the forest. Tell Harry that everything was all right and that he didn't need to worry. That whatever he wanted to say could wait until the next day.
"I just......I needed to tell you. What we had.........it was precious to me......and I loved every second of it...." He broke off and started coughing. Draco saw a trickle of blood in the corner of Harry's mouth and started panicking inside. On the outside he didn't show it though. He just prayed that Harry would say what he wanted to say soon so that he could take him to Pomfrey.
Why was Harry saying things like this at a time like this anyway? He wanted to run up to the castle now.
"Draco......I.......I just had to tell you......Draco, I love you." He whispered and once again his eyes started to flutter.
Draco held him closer and pressed his mouth to his in a quick kiss. He could taste Harry's blood in it.
"Harry......don't say things like that now. We are going to the Hospital Wing now. I'll hurry, Harry." He was panicking now because Harry was slowly shaking his head and his eyes were almost closed.
"Draco......it's cold........Hold me close, Draco." He said as his eyes closed.
"No Harry. Open your eyes. Don't say things like this." He said as he touched Harry's pale cheeks.
"Harry, open your eyes. Listen to me." Harry's eyes opened slightly but he didn't seem to be able to actually see Draco anymore.
"Harry, I love you too. Please just a little more. You have to wait a little longer and we'll be there. Harry, please!" he had tears in his eyes now. They made his vision blurry and he couldn't see Harry's face clearly anymore.
"I love you so much. I'm holding you closer now. Please, Harry hold on a little longer." His tears started falling down on Harry's hands.
"Dr.....a.....co.....love....you...." Harry's eyes closed and his breathing was drastically slowing down. Then he stopped breathing altogether.
"Harry. Harry, don't. Do you hear me?" Draco rubbed Harry's cheek but the boy didn't open his eyes like before.
"Harry, no! Harry, open your eyes! Don't leave me! Harry, please! NO! HARRY, YOU BASTARD! WAKE UP!" he broke down in sobs and held the raven haired boy as close as he could.
"HARRY! NO!"
A/N: Muwahahahaha! Didn't see that coming did ya? Omigawd! hides in the mountains from bloodthirsty readers Now, now, just because I killed off Harry you don't have to kill me! Cause if you do you don't know what happens next right? Besides, there are like a billion fanfics where either Harry or Draco die and then live. Maybe this is just one of those. Who knows? I sure don't. Though I rather like tragic endings. Where you cry your eyes out and wonder if the author has a heart......at all. Well as I said. This isn't the last chappie so if you actually want to read it, don't kill me too much! Oh yeah! And I'm sooo sorry for the late update but school was very hectic lately. I can almost promise you that I'll update again in about a week. Thank you for reading. Now please review!