Paring: Dm/Hp

Warnings: Slash and some spoilers

Rating: R- rated

Summery: Harry never was good at potions. Ron never was good at controlling his temper. Draco never was good at shutting his mouth. A disastrous choice in potion pairings by the Harry-Hating Snape only ends up brewing trouble. When the potion inevitably explodes Harry and Draco are landed in the hospital wing, completely unconscious. Upon waking they discover that not only do they feel an annoying itch which neither can identify but they are also able to see into the only place no one is meant to see- the other's mind. Scared into secrecy by the though of being used for experimentation in order to get rid of the condition (that was probably not curable anyway) how will these two enemies cope with not only each other, the itch and the threatening shadow of Lord Voldemort, but a jumble of mixed up no-sense, 'what-the-hell-am-I-thinking?' emotions?

A/N: Yay! Second last chapter! Almost done now! Wow, time flies! Hope you enjoy the chapter and remember- read and review

Raise your voices
To the sky
A caged bird sings
So it won't die
For to be without song
Is worse than your death
And even the voiceless
Will never sink to that depth
So sway to the music
Fly on healed wing
Rise with the tempo
And let yourself sing

Chapter 7- Sing For Me

Everything was dark. Harry thought for a second that he was still asleep but then he his eyes adjusted and he realised he was in a dungeon.

/This can't be good/ He thought weakly

/Not very reassuring is it/ Draco replied and Harry sighed in relief

"Where are you?" He called

"Here" Draco's voice called back to the right of him. Harry crawled towards the sound until his groping hand clasped another. They hung tightly together.

/We've been kidnapped by death eaters haven't we/ Harry asked in despair

/Yes/

/I wonder if I prefer the graveyard to this/ Harry said absently

/My father might have been able to help us, but he's still in Azkaban/ Draco said, thinking of ways to escape

/Don't bother. If there's a way you'll know when it happens/ Harry advised

/Well, how have you survived/ Draco asked

/Luck/ Harry replied

/Let's hope it hasn't run out/ Draco said

The door swung open. Blinding light that made Harry's eyes water flooded into the small dungeon and a tall robed figure stepped over the threshold. Harry's scar exploded in pain and he who immediately who it was.

"Harry Potter we meet again" The chilling voice spoke and a spell wrapped around Harry, making it impossible to move

"We really have to stop meeting like this" Harry said weakly and Voldemort chuckled deeply

"Don't worry, I assure you it will be for the last time," He said coldly

He took another step forward and waved his wand. A light flickered on inside the cell and Voldemort flicked back his hood. Draco gasped in shock.

"Ahh yes. I almost forgot your little friend here. I'm afraid he will be sharing your fate" Voldemort said softly

"My father will kill you" Draco spat

"I think not, as he's in Azkaban and in no position to kill anyone," Voldemort said coolly

"Well, what can we do for you Tom?" Harry asked, thinking if he was going to die he may as well piss him off while he was at it. Voldemort's eyes flickered

"I have come to announce your execution" Voldemort said coldly

"How thoughtful" Draco said sarcastically reading Harry's thoughts about pissing him off

"Yes. I'm going to be generous and let you choose when you wish to die. I'll even go beyond that and grant you a last request, for old times sake," He said coldly to Harry

"I'm touched" Harry darkly. But then he realised what Voldemort had said and got an idea.

/You're a genius/ Draco praised reading his mind

/Do you think it'll work/ Harry asked uncertainly

/We have to try. We're dead anyway/ Draco pointed out

"Now" Harry said to Voldemort

"What?" He asked darkly

"I chose now as our execution" Harry said very slowly as if speaking to a very small child

"Very well. Take them" Voldemort said to the Death Eaters

They were pulled to their feet and dragged down some winding corridors to a large round room that looked like an amphitheatre. The risen seats were filled with death eaters and there was a small stage in the center on the whole thing. Everyone had a good view of the stage and as Harry and Draco were tied to some polls that suddenly appeared in the center of it Harry realized that they were going to be killed as entertainment. The room was full. Escape seemed impossible.

/I hope this works/ Harry thought desperately

/Even if it just buys us some time. No doubt there searching for us/ Draco said very calmly, considering the situation.

Voldemort climbed the stairs to stage and looked down on Harry and Draco. The death eaters (who had been jeering) fell silent

"After countless years of failed attempts I am going to do the impossible: Kill Harry Potter. I have dreamed of nothing but this for fifteen years and now the moment has come" Voldemort's voice rang through the stands

/He really needs a hobby/ Harry said

/I thought it was killing you/ Draco replied dryly

"Any last requests?" He asked turning to Harry

"If it's all the same with you I would like to play one final song on the piano" Harry said loudly. Voldemort blinked. Obviously (from the way his eyes flickered to Draco) he had thought he would wish for Draco's freedom. Harry knew they would have set him free… and then killed him moments later

Voldemort waved his wand and a black piano (how typical) appeared next to him. His hands were untied and he was roughly shoved into the seat, which immediately sent ropes around his middle.

"It has words. Could you amplify my voice?" Harry asked and Voldemort reluctantly did so.

He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, smoothed it out and placed it on the jutting piece of wood where the music went. He also took out the white toy horse and put it on top of the piano.

/For luck/ He explained to Draco

He cleared his throat, flexed his fingers and began to play. At the first note the death eaters were immediately enraptured by the music. Then Harry began to sing. Pouring his soul, his life, his very being into the music.

"Encased in the darkness,
Here no one can see.
Yet I know a candle,
Is shinning for me.
Through the dark passage,
Where evil will reign.
It keeps up my spirits
While keeping me sane.
The candles your love,
Your heart is the light.
It surely guides me,
Through the darkest of night,
No water can douse it,
No wind and no rain.
Its shining forever,
Taking my pain."

The Music Magic flowed around the room, wrapping around the death eaters who struggled in vain to escape it.

"So shine on little light,
The dark is now gone.
I'm here now forever,
So keep shining on."

Voldemort was screaming and Harry closed his eyes pouring everything he had and more into the music. He sang louder his voice echoing the chamber.

"I know that you love me,
For I love you too.
Through day and through night,
I'm here now with you.
No one can stop us,
No dark and no light.
No one will stop us,
For we'll always fight.
You hold my heart,
And that is enough
Our love will prevail,
Through easy and tough.
The darkness will fall,
Fearing our hearts.
For they are much stronger,
Than all the dark arts."

"Stop him from playing! Stop him!" Voldemort was screaming covering his ears. No one obeyed; the remaining death eaters that were conscious were too busy screaming. Harry played on; letting himself be filled with the love that the song spoke of. The love he shared with Draco.

"So shine on little light,
The dark is now gone.
They'll never beat us,
So keep shining on."

Voldemort gave one final scream of agony before his form exploded with light. A strange mist filled into the air but Harry kept playing singing louder than ever and the mist seemed to dry out falling to the floor becoming nothing more that charred ashes. Harry finished the last note and exhaustion filled through him. His scar was alight with pain and the last thing Harry heard was his name being called and he gathered enough strength to think the words /I love you/. Then he knew no more.

TBC...