With Death
AN: This is Yasmine1 here and I haven't written in a while but I know that this one hopefully will be a good one. So anyway onto the disclaimers…
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter and company… the ideas in this story are not original but they are not copies either. If by some chance they remind you of anyone else's story, please email me. Thank you.
AN2: This may also become slash but I'm not too sure of that. Anyway on with the reading
Prologue
I have watched him since first year of Hogwarts. Learning his likes and dislikes as well as what makes him tick. I am sure that I know things even his best friends don't know. But hey they say you are to know thy enemy right? Anyway, my name is Draco Malfoy. I don't have any weird middle names or a fancy longer name, it is just Draco Malfoy. I'm not going to even go into my home life right now, maybe later. No this story is about him, Harry Potter. The Boy who lived. The Golden Boy of Gryffindor. But trust me on this he is nothing but golden.
His demeanor screams darkness. I've watched him like I said for so long that I know what he is thinking, how he hates those that he lives with. And of course I know he lives with Muggles; I found that out by flying to his house a couple summers ago. I also know that he barely eats or sleeps thanks to his upbringing and He Who must not be named. I know he likes to pretend that flying is his favorite thing to do and even fools that Mudblood and Weasel that he is flying. But I know that he goes to the middle of the Forbidden Forest and sleeps in a clearing, sobbing sometimes blowing things up and repairing them.
Like I said earlier he is dark. Now I have always been drawn to him. Always trying to beat him or bring him down to my level so that I can stomp all over him. But he never takes the bait. But one morning I had him. He had been particularly on edge, probably another dream of Lord Voldemort torturing again. I knew that now would be my chance. So while the Great Hall was filled and laughter was ringing throughout the Hall I watched him get up to leave. And now that I look back on it I wished I hadn't. Maybe if I had just stayed seated the events that followed wouldn't have taken place. But alas that wasn't meant to be.
"Hey Potter!" I took extra care to sneer his name, dragging it through the mud and back.
"What do you want Malfoy? I'm in no mood!" He turned towards me and I knew he hadn't slept much this week. He was in the Forest last night again.
"You look like your dog just died. Or maybe your pet wolf got lost and fell off a cliff somewhere." I also knew that he was related to Sirius Black and that he was his godfather. The Animagus part was thanks to my father, now Lupin was something I learned from dear old Dad. He gives me information on things that I can't get. He finds it great that I bother Potter so much.
"Sod Off! You know nothing about me!" His eyes narrowed into slits. Funny that just reminded me of Lord Voldemort. And I know that he would hate to be compared
"You do your eyes like that Potter and you remind me of Lord Voldemort." That did it.
Within seconds he was on me, my hair had gotten clamped into his fist while he slammed my head against the floor. It hurt I won't lie to you he packs a punch in those scrawny hands of his. Now I don't know how many punches I got in before he was removed, by Professor Snape no less, all I know is that I suddenly felt tingly. Not like when you were touched by a crush, but a feeling of foreboding. Now I hate Divination but I believe in fate and I believe in feelings and something told me something was coming.
It happened so fast I didn't even have time to get to my feet and approach him. Professor Snape was thrown across the hall, his body making a sickening splat and the sound of cracking bones and blood filled the air. The shear force knocked several people from their seats and landing on the floor beside him. Students started to back away from Potter and me, thinking that we had created enough raw power to throw a grown wizard almost 50 feet. I turned to look at Potter; his eyes were wild with confusion staring at what remained of his and my Professor. Then he turned to me.
What I saw in his eyes was something that plays in my dreams now. I saw a child playing in a yard. A little boy with black hair. He had pale skin and the most beautiful blue gray eyes. He looked like me and yet he did not. In that instant I knew who he reminded me of.
"Through out time I have searched for you little one. The time has come to claim what is mine! Albus Dumbledore, you have been judged and trailed we will take the Chosen one!"
It was a voice of no other. I know it was a female and that she was old. Not old and is 60 years old I mean she had a wisdom behind her voice that commanded respect. It made me shiver and turn to Headmaster. He is an old coot in my opinion, but even I knew that something was going on. Only I couldn't move and my feet were planted to the floor. I stood staring into his eyes and he into mine.
"Draco what is going on?" I heard the fear in his voice and knew that he couldn't move either. I could not ease his fears no matter how badly I wanted to.
"Don't worry Harry it will be ok." I tried to smile but I couldn't. And I was scared.
The moment we spoke the air picked up around us. A flash of light was forming around us and all we could do was stay in our spots staring at each other and trying to take comfort in each other's eyes. But we knew. We knew that this was it that what ever was coming had come and we would never see each other again. That is a horrible feeling. Knowing that this is it, trying to come up with words to calm the all the years of anger and resentment. The hurt and tears. The bruises that never heal and the broken souls. We knew and I think that is why I did what I did.
The pain was immense and I watched with morbid fascination as the blade ran through me and went through Harry's Chest. At that moment I was able to move but I couldn't do anything but hang. I felt nothing but I stared at Harry the whole time. His eyes had widened upon the blade piercing his chest and he stared back at me.
"Draco?" the tears had begun to fall as did the blood of our wounds fell to the ground. I heard the screams and saw the movement from the corner of my eye. But I refused to look, all I saw was Harry.
"Aww how cute that even in this life you refuse to walk away! Draco Malfoy you have been charged with murder and such your sentence is death throughout time and space. Harry Potter you have been charged and your fate is to rot. Forever will you stay aware of all that surrounds you and watching the deaths of your self. You both have been sentenced and your punishment will be carried out."
Her hair was long and black. In a funny way she reminded me of Cho Chang only not as plump as her and more on the exotic side. One side of her face was scarred. A long jagged cut ran from the top of her hair to her chin. Running right through her eye and lips. But she was till beautiful. She stared at me long with her pale violet eye. A smile formed on her lips while she turned her head towards Harry.
"Harry Potter, you will come with us and do not struggle or the pain I shall inflict will be deadly. Come along prisoner!"
The force of the wind turned into a black hole behind Harry and her. She pulled the blade from his chest but left me there and I fell to my knees. I had briefly wondered why no one had come to help me, but that wasn't what I wanted right then. Once again that tingly feeling surrounded me and on instinct I grabbed it and wrapped myself in it before forcing it at Harry. I saw the string and felt it go to Harry, wrapping around then disappearing.
"Draco!" The darkness was just engulfing him before I could grab him.
"I'll come for you Harry! Remember that! I'll come for you!" With that he was gone and I could here her laughing at me. But that was nothing, I was bleeding to death and I needed to get help.
When I turned around my fear engulfed me. There in a bloody mess lay the whole of Hogwarts. Everybody that I knew and loved. Everybody that I loathe or didn't know lay dead and I alone had survived. I didn't have time though and I had made a promise that I knew now I would be the only person to do it. I had to save Harry Potter.