The Call

By: KumikoVegeta

Email: T may change to M

Genre: Horror

Summary: I don't see anymore. All I see is dirt and bugs. I can hear him call me. What happened? Hey! Can you here me? Please don't cry, dig me out. This will be told from the point of view of everybody and their reactions.

Disclaimer: I do not own this World. That is for JK. I am merely telling a tale. Enjoy

A/N: Once again I want to apologize for the slow updates. I'm moving right now so it's going to be a little slow until next month when I'll be in my new house. Anyway for anyone that is following With Death, the next chapter is on its way.

Chapter Four

Draco's POV

I knew the moment Harry Potter died. I knew because I saw his soul pass through to the Under World as the Greeks used to call it. I call it my own personal entertainment center. I have been able to travel to Hell, as some call it nowadays, since my 17th birthday. A present from my Ancestors, the heir has the ability to walk the road of Hell but never Heaven for that place is closed to our kind or some such rot. The heir may visit thru trance. He shall talk to all that resides there but can never bring them back. That is the power of a Necromancer and only when both reside in the family can a summons be performed. I believe that was what my Mother said to me. But then again, my mother isn't one for words. Since marrying my Father I think she has taken a couple blows to the self esteem. And I don't mean my Father physically abused her, he just put her in her place for lack of better words.

Anyway, there I was standing next to the Judge, Minotaur is what I believe he is, but once again I'm not really sure. I don't pay him any mind and he doesn't pay me any mind. There I was standing and laughing at some idiot try to climb his way out of the hold of invisible hands that pulled him to his fate. He screamed and I laughed louder. And why shouldn't I have? He was a muggle and I'm sure his just being that deserves the harshest punishment in Hell. While holding my sides I watched the new arrivals. They appeared looking all helpless, as if they thought they would go any other place but to Hell. As I watched a weird light came. It wasn't very bright but for being in the dark it was blinding. I swear I heard words, though I'm not too sure what they said and before I could try and decipher what language the light disappeared and there stood Harry Potter himself.

Now I for one knew that if there was any place that Do-gooder would go it would be upstairs, so to see him standing there kind of changed my whole outlook on life. Here was the Savior of the Wizarding World standing in the belly of Hell about to be judged for sins I thought he wasn't even capable of. I stood there watching him, he walked up to the Judge as they all do and right before he was told where he needed to go he turned and looked around. His eyes fell right on me. At first I wasn't sure he could see me and then he started over towards me. His feet were slow and his movements were just as sluggish. It took him forever to get to me and when he did I could tell his body was a bit transparent. Harry Potter was very much dead. And it didn't look like he died a gruesome death either.

"Malfoy. Draco, you have to help me." I broke out of my trance and looked him in the eyes. He wasn't looking at me at all. He was looking behind me. He couldn't see me.

"Potty, what a surprise. Dead huh? Did Voldemort get to you? Or was it another Death Eater? Or did you kill yourself? That would have to be it because you are down here. Hell Potter? Really that is just shameful." I sneered at him and began to look him over, it looked like he was dressed for class but a bit for wrinkled. I guess he died in the middle of a nap. That sucks. I noticed the Judge pointing at me and him and knew that what ever time he had to be his case to me was coming to an end.

"Draco?" I started to turn my eyes to his, an insult right about it fly when I noticed his eyes were focused on my own. They were still green and bright, which didn't make sense because he was supposed to be completely transparent.

"Draco you know how to help me. Please I know you can. You won't be safe if I stay this way and you know in your heart why. I'm going to send them to you. They will give you whatever you desire. Do this for me and I'll give you what you dreamed of since you were a child."

"What's that Potter? What can you possibly give me when you are dead?"

"Not dead. Lost. I will give you…."

With that I was kicked back to my bed. Usually my Trance lasted longer and I was never kicked out of my travel by a mere ghost. They hadn't the power to do that. But then again it was Harry Potter and he always did things no one else could do. The promise. I thought I would never have it. To think he would get it for me. He would do that for me just so that I could hold it in my arms. Not even Father had one. Not that he would ever let me get one. Finally!

Laying back down I went to sleep only to remember something very critical about what Potter just told me. Did he say they were coming? Please God don't let him mean the Mudblood and his Sidekick!

------ Ron and Hermonie's Travels------

The two friends started their journey in Grimmauld Place by broom. After what happened last year they weren't really sure if they should do anything there. Is Snape really on Voldemort's side or is he still spying? If he is on Voldemort's side has he spilled on this place yet? Both questions went unanswered as they made their way to the home that became Harry's after the Death of his Godfather Sirius Black. Going into the House was creepy, after the Death of the Secret Keeper the house just becomes visible all of a sudden. So you can imagine what it was like walking into a place that hasn't seen a person since the night Albus Dumbledore died. Everything was dusty and dirty again. There was another nest of Doxies in the curtains and a possible Boggart in the cabinet in the Kitchen. The curtains were drawn over Mrs. Black a quick silencing charm rendered her quiet until they passed. Their mission was the Library, where Hermonie thought they could find a powerful Spell or potion that was good for locating a person. Hoping and praying that Draco Malfoy was not under a Fidelis Charm, they looked through the Dark Arts books that littered the Black Family Library.

About four hours into their search Ron closed his book and turned to Hermonie. She sat under a dimly lit wand and dust floating around her. Her hair was pulled back into a poofy ponytail and her tongue was sticking out just a bit. She looked beautiful and every time she looked this way Ron meant to tell her so. But always lost the courage to do it. What a shame for she felt the same way.

"Hermonie, we've been reading for the last couple of hours can we break and get something to eat? I'm starving. I could go down and get us something to eat and then we could come back up and finish. I'm sure there is a spell somewhere about this." Ron got up and stretched. All the while not noticing the look of love cross Hermonie's face. But she couldn't act on her feelings. Not now when they had to help Harry. And to do that she must be at her very top shape. A break was good for now.

Both made their way down stairs, making sure there was still no one home they searched the kitchen for food. Finding some bread and other meat products that weren't bad they made a bit of lunch and ate in the Library over their respected books. It was two hours before they found what they were looking for. Ron sat in a chair by the window, the sun set blazed thru the window onto the page he was supposed to be reading but was sleeping on instead. Hermonie scanned the paper she was looking at and shouted in triumph.

"RON! Ron wake up I found it! Here it is the art of Locating. If a person is looking for an object or person they simply need to think of the person, chant their name and hold a crystal with a Life rune over a map of the area you wish to search. We can get the crystal with the Life rune from Diagon Alley along with the map. It should be easy from there. Ron we may be able to get to Harry before his body decomposes." She stood up and carried the book right out of the library. Stopping only once to yell for Ron to come on.

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It was pretty easy to get to Diagon Alley by broom. It was hardier trying not to be seen by any of the Order members that crawled that place. Ron was sure that they would've noticed their absence by now. But then again maybe not. With the Death of the Boy Who Lived they probably wouldn't notice for a while that Hermonie and he were gone. But the way the Order members were searching he had a clue that they knew. With Disillusionment Spell along with Notice-me-not Spells they were able to buy the crystal with the Life Rune along with the map and get out of there with out any incidents. Unfortunately going back to Grimmauld Place was out of the question. It also was swarming with Order members. Now they had to keep ahead of them as well. Good thing Hermonie took the book with her. They flew to a nearby field covered in flowers behind a Muggle's house in London. Making sure they were still under the spell, Hermonie stretched out the map and began the spell while Ron kept watch.

"Ok Ron, I found him. It appears he is in London. It looks like the Muggle territory of London too. Why didn't I think of that before? Of course he would be in a place that most wizards haven't a clue how to search in. And I think I know exactly where he is. Come on." Packing up their things they apparated to an alley that was about a couple of blocks from where the Rune said he was.

Ron and Hermonie walked in silence, thinking of what they would find when they reached the spot where Draco Malfoy was residing. Based off of the dreams both had they knew Malfoy had some idea where Harry was and how to help him. But would he? Probably not without something else in return. They arrived at a small home on the corner of a long dark street. There were no sounds coming from inside, just the light on over the steps. Hermonie walked up to it, Ron close behind her. After knocking three times and getting no answer they started to leave when the door creaked open.

"I should've known it was you two. Only you could've found me. Well come in before someone sees me here." Rushing inside they stood in the Hallway of a small home. There was burgundy carpet on the floor and straight through a Kitchen and Dining room. To their left was a Living room, full of plants and other odd Muggle things. Malfoy walked through the Hall to the Kitchen waving his hand for Hermonie and Ron to sit as he poured three cups of Tea. Bring them to the table he sat and ignored them until he put all that he needed into his cup. Sipping it slowly he put it down and turned his gray eyes to both before saying something they never thought he would say.

"He came to me as well, or I saw him and spoke with him the day he died. I knew you would come, he told me as much. Lets get passed the pleasantries shall we? I can help you get to his Soul. But to do that I need something. A sacrifice if you will. And No Weasley I don't need you or the Mudblood's vital organs. Sit down!" Ron had jumped up as Malfoy spoke and only sat down when Hermonie placed her small hand on his arm. Signaling Malfoy to continue she sent a warning to Ron.

"I need the Heart of a Werewolf. Wait there is more. I need the Wolf to have invaded the mind for 30 years or more. The older the better. I need the tears of a virgin Phoenix. Not virgin in the sexual sense Weasel, but a Phoenix that has not been reborn yet. That will be a bit difficult to find but I hear the Headmaster had a Phoenix, if you tell him he will find one for you. Lastly I need the body of Harry Potter, burned to dust and the dust brought to me. These things I need before I can help you." He sat back looking over them both. He could tell Granger would figure it out. Weasel, well he was sputtering about burning Potter's body. Idiot. How else do you think they bring the Soul back? Silence rested on the three of them in Draco Malfoy's little kitchen. You could hear the House move and shift, as all old houses do. Granger was the first to speak.

"Ok, if we get this will you be able to bring him through or will we do this and have you stiff us in the end. I don't feel to keen on burning his body until I know you will be able to get him. I want as Oath from you."

"Come on Granger did you really think I was doing this without a reward of some sorts? Or are you two still thinking this was just a regular murder? This whole thing stinks to high Heaven and Potter found himself in the middle of a whole bunch of crap. He promised me a gift if I help so I'll do anything and everything in my power to secure Harry Potter's soul to you. But if you don't believe me, I can take a Wizard's Oath with you." The three pulled out their wands. The tips turning a light blue before tying all three together.

"I Draco Malfoy, promise to assist Hermonie Granger and Ronald Weasley in their search for Harry Potter's Soul. I will help them in everyway until his Soul has returned to his new body. I will even help to solve the mystery behind his Death. Let my Oath be bound in my Blood, Body and Soul. Should I break this Oath let me die on the spot and serve both parties until the task is done. Then shall I rest in peace. May our wands bind together with our voice. Our mind. And our Hearts." A small Golden light shot out from Malfoy's wand and hit Hermonie and Ron's wands. Both flared gold before going back to their original colors. Putting them away, Malfoy got back up and refilled their Tea. Ron seemed like he was going to burst if he didn't say something.

"How can you be so sure you can get him? And why you?" Ron sneered down at the tea Malfoy put in front of him before pushing it away and glaring at Hermonie for accepting hers.

"Because I can travel to the other side. That is how I talked to him. I was in Hell when he arrived."

"Harry would never be in Hell. That doesn't make sense." Hermonie shook her head as she sipped her tea. Ignoring the glare Ron kept sending her. She already checked the tea to make sure it wasn't poisoned or spiked with Lord knows what. Ron needed to learn theses things.

"I know, why you think I know there is something much bigger going on that you two are getting into the middle of. Something weird is happening and I know it has something to do with Potter dying. I just can't understand what it is. But I'll be sure to find out."

" Why are you helping us? What's in it for you? What did Harry promise you?"

"What he promised is none of your concern! Just know that I can get him."

"But you said you just Travel. That means you can speak with him now. Please try and talk to him Malfoy. Please." Hermonie looked at me and I could see the hope in her eyes. I didn't want to tell her the dangers of being there too long. What could happen when a mind as innocent as Potters stayed around hate and anger so pure for too long. So I went into a Trance for her. I could feel my Soul leave my body and sit above the table. There I slumped forward and Ron stared at my empty body. Hermonie rushed over before I could hit the ground. What a nice girl. I focused on Hell and felt myself slip through the membrane of Hell.

--------- Hell--------

Hell isn't what people think it is. Full of fire and such. No, hell is a void where you live out your worst nightmares come true. Where you view and revisit all the horrible things you have done or let happen. Hell can be horrific for some and bearable for other depending on your own personal fears and how you accept what you are. Some people are so badly in denial that they view over and over the horrors that was their life. Others accept early on and go to Limbo to await judgment on their new souls. Not many get to go to Heaven though. I walked along the path think of Harry Potter as I walked. I found him straight away. He stood in a Cemetery. The night stretched around him. I saw him get up and heard a whisper of 'Kill the Spare'. I then realized that next to Harry Potter was Cedrick Diggory. This was how he died? No wonder Harry is living this. He probably blames himself.

The scene changed to a room with people fighting and Harry sitting on the steps beside Remus Lupin. I thought it really weird that they would be just sitting there until I noticed my own Aunt Bellatrix fighting Sirius Black. I watched her hit him with a spell and he fell through an arch and disappear. Right before another scene change I grabbed Harry's arm and yanked him towards me. He turned and looked over my shoulder, his eyes still unfocused. His breathing shallow and his skin was clammy with sweat. As I held his arm he began to come back to himself and stop seeing his life flash before him. He focused his eyes on me and whispered.

"Draco, help me. I think they are coming for me I think….." His eyes unfocused again and when they did look at me I knew the process was beginning. He was starting to forget.

"Draco don't you remember dueling in first year? That was when Moody showed us the Killing Curse. Remember? Man was that fun don't you think Draco? Hey will you stay with me? It's kind of cold here."

"I can't stay Potter, but I'll be back ok. Just hang on." I really didn't have the heart to leave but I had to. Potter was losing his mind and the faster we save him the better. Coming back to my body I found Granger looking at me. Weasley sat besides her staring at my dishes of all things. So they weren't done. Like I knew what day they were coming or even cared to do the dishes before they got here. Bastard!

"Potter is starting to lose his mind. He has been down there too long. Slowly but surely his memories will distort before vanishing all together. I think that may be why they sent him there. You guys have to get the ingredients now."

"And while we are doing that what will you be doing Malfoy?" Weasley glared at me while pushing his chair back.

"Finding my Mother, since she is the Necromancer and will help us raise Harry." Granger rose form her chair and began walking towards the door. See I knew she was smart for a reason. Knowing when you were asked to leave is a trait I see Weasley has ignored.

"I highly doubt that will take a long time to do." Just as I was closing the door I thought to scare them a bit. Let them have a taste of what I was sure would be a wonderful adventure.

"Oh, it will be hard since she is Dead."

TBC