Chapter 8: Rude Awakenings
Hogwarts Infirmary
Within two beds of pristine sterile white lay Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. One lie in blissful ignorance while the other slept in mental torment.
He's gone…dead…you destroyed him!
Dead?…Gone?…Destroyed who? Draco though gazing upon an inky black silouhett of himself. All that was visible were its eyes.
Don't you remember? Voldemort depleted your strength reserves quite efficiently. Don't you think?
Confused and slightly alarmed Draco answered. Voldemort what? Where am I?… Where's Harry!
You are deep within the recesses of your mind, and as I've said before your precious Harry is dead. You destroyed him!
No, I didn't.
Come on, twas only an hour ago. Now what did he beg first? Ah yes I remember…Dray?…Dray you have to stop…stop…. The last word echoed through his mind and his memory came flooding back.
Dray…Draco you…have…to …stop…please, tensing in pain, the small of his back pressed against the taught stomach of the Vampire.
Stop? No, not yet precious. You are mine. I can do with you as I please! Draco growled low within his throat. The torture done by the Death Eaters had released the cold, greedy, possessive beast within him. Frantic at Draco's tone within his mind, Harry weakly pushed against him, but to no avail. He'd already lost far too much blood. In a last-ditch effort, he once again spoke into his mate's mind.
(Draco…stop…please! You…don't…want…to …do …this. It isn't you…Dray…you…have…control) Harry implored, crystalline tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Why weren't Albus and Mr. Malfoy helping him? Did they not see what was going on?
"Dumbledore"
"…"
Why can't he hear me?
Oh, that's because there's an illusion charm around us. He thinks we're sleeping. Isn't that cute? Draco hissed, carelessly draining more of the Boy-Who-Lived's blood.
No… No, this can't be happening. Summoning what remained of his magic, Harry whispered 'Finite Incantatem'," Instantly, Dumbledore was at his side.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Draco…not right…too much…can't see," he wheezed, eyes rolling up into the back of his head.
"Draconius release him!" Lucius commanded. Draco only growled, pulling the young teen even closer to him.
Well, if that's the way it's going to be 'se muere'," Lucius yelled, and Draco fell to the floor almost as if in death.
"Harry, I am so sorry. Forgive my son; it is not his fault. In my haste, I had forgotten the after effects such torture had on Vampires," Lucius said.
"I…I-" Harry broke down into tears, pulling Draco's unconscious form closer to him.
You killed him! Draco seethed
Oh contrarie… you did.
How can that be? I love him more than my own life! Besides, you'd taken over control. It may have been my body but IT WAS NOT ME! Suddenly the dark being in front of him began humming with laughter which erupted filling his unconscious mind with cold reverberating malicious cackles of glee.
You fool! Don't you see? I am you. Your… yang if you will.
No! no that's not true. I would never intentionally hurt Harry. There is no way you're me!
Then explain my unchallenged presence in your physique. Like it or not I am part of you. At this, the figure grew larger almost filling the space. Voldemort has given me control and soon your beloved mate will die!
No, I may have lost to you once but never again!
What's the point of fighting your savegery? Harry is dead!
No! I don't believe you, me, I mean… he's no dead he can't be. Besides the only being who can destroy him is Voldemort! Draco answered thanking Merlin for small favors. Changing tact his yang countered.
Yes I forgot about that…Let me go! Draco growled steadily gaining control over the savage beast within him.
All right, fine! Go to your mate, but one last thing, can you protect him from yourself Draco? Could you protect him from me? Turing frozen eyes upon the dark silouhett he growled.
If I must I'll destroy myself!
Slowly, ever so slowly Harry clawed his way into consciousness.
"That's right my boy. Come back to us,"
"D…Dumbledore," Harry whispered.
"Yes child. How're you feeling," he asked.
" 'm tired. Where's Draco," Harry asked not finding him near his bed and wishing for his close proximity of his mate.
By merlin! He wants me to come near him? Draco thought. Coming to a stop at Harry's side Draco looked deep into his mates' pools of emerald green, self-hatred burning in his eyes.
"Co, what's wrong.," Harry questioned placing a pale soft delicate hand against his cheek. Suddenly the Vampire broke. Throwing his arms around Harry and pulling him close he wept bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Merlin, I'm so sorry! Gods! Forgive me please," shocked Harry held the young Vampire close running his fingers through his silky hair.
"Draco I've already forgiven you. It wasn't your fault. I love you," Harry said weakly soothing his vampiric mate. Pulling away, Malfoy gazed at him, crimson tears trickling from his eyes. "What is it," Harry asked.
"I…well, when I um…fed off of you I," Draco choked. He couldn't go on. Life was so unfair! Specifically it seemed to this small helpless boy. Understanding dawning in his eyes, Harry said
"You have to turn me…Don't you,"
"…" silently Draco nodded. "I'm so sorry," Draco sighed looking away from Harrys' intense gaze.
"I've already forgiven you! Now come let us be done with this," He commanded.
"Harry are you sure I-,"
"Is there any other option," Harry hissed.
"No,"
"Well then I see no reason for the delay,' nodding grimly Draco leaned forward attaching his fangs to the porcelain neck beneath him. At Harry's flinch, grief pierced him. Harry may have forgiven him but his body remembered the torture all too well.
Soon after, Malfoy slit his wrist and held it up to the small boy to drink. With trembling hands and labored breath, Harry grabbed hold and drank. What he wasn't expecting was the sweet taste of Draco's blood. Finishing quickly for fear of becoming addicted Harry lay back upon the cream pillows on his cot in the infirmary.
"So what happens now –ah," Harry yelped. It felt as though every nerve in his being was engulfed in a heavy inferno. Before he had time to form a question in his mind Draco was there quickly wrapping his arms around his small and trembling frame.
It's all right this is normal.
Normal? When is-ahh! Anything normal for me? What's happening? Why does it hurt so much!
Your dying Harry.
Dying? Wha…I…Ahhh!…Harry, Harry answer me?
…The Boy-Who-Lived had fallen into blissful unconciousness. Turning his scarlet filled eyes towards the headmaster Draco was shocked to find him…smiling?
"Well done my boy. Well done," with that Albus Dumbledor glided from the room.
He knew. That bastard Dumbledor knew and even encouraged it! Draco though incredulously. Then it was true. Harry was nothing more than a weapon in the old Headmasters eyes. Nothing more, nothing less.
"After this war I'm going to take you away from this place. You hear me Harry ! I'm going to take you far away and you won't have to be any one or anything but yourself.
