My Damned Savior

Chapter three: the Colors of Roses

"Draco, what're you doing up so late? You need your beauty sleep, trust me." Harry teased as he walked into the kitchen, but immediately changed his tone when he saw Dragon's tear-streaked face.

"Draco? What's wrong?" The brunette asked, putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"Harry… My father… and my mother, they-" Unable to subdue his sadness any longer, Draco dived into Harry's welcoming arms. He held on as if letting go would kill him, breathing the Griffindor's scent, salty tears blurring his vision.

"Dragon?" Harry asked cautiously, not daring to move in fear of upsetting Draco even more.

"Snape murdered my parents." Draco wept, powerful sobs shaking his entire body. "He murdered them, and I almost trusted him. I was living with him," His body was still shivering with anger and hatred, sorrowful thoughts filling his head, making him grieve even more. After a while, Draco calmed down until his breathing slowed and the two boys were breathing in unison.

Harry looked at the Slytherin from over his shoulder. He looked so delicate, as if the slightest motion would cause him to break into a million pieces. It saddened Harry to see him like that, but he was worried about all the other people occupying the house. "Draco, someone will see-"

The brunette made a gentle move to pull away, which made the blonde hold on tighter. "Please, Harry… you're the only one I have left. Don't leave me…"

"I won't."

The two just stood there, until Draco probably realized exactly what he was doing. "I-I'm sorry. I was so upset…" He pulled away, blushing. Apologizing once more, he turned around and ran back to his room.

Harry frowned, slightly disappointed. Was it just Draco's emotionally drunken state making him act like that, or did the Slytherin really feel the way he acted?

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Harry refused to talk to Sirius the next day, and although he would speak to Remus, it was only to insult him. Hermione was close to tears, upset that Harry could not tell her what was wrong, and Ron spent the day trying to reason with Harry. No one but Draco, Sirius, and Remus knew exactly what upset him.

Finally, Sirius could not stand the fact that his godson was ignoring him. "Fine!" He yelled, "Don't talk to me if you don't want to! But please listen to me!

"We think- no, thanks to Draco, we know that Snape owns, or at least knows the whereabouts of, a Horcrux. He's currently hiding in Godric's Hollow, for the Dark lord is furious at him for letting Harry escape. The problem is, Death Eaters can create those barriers that only allow those with a Dark Mark to pass.

"Because this is just a theory, I don't want to force people to go check it out when it could be dangerous. Any volunteers?"

Harry immediately accepted. He would jump at any chance to see Snape again. He wanted revenge, for himself and Draco.

"Well," Hermione mused, "I you need someone with a Dark Mark, why not just take Draco with you, Harry?"

"No!" Ron and Remus chorused.

"Well, its fine with me if it's alright with Draco." Harry said, ignoring Ron and Remus.

The Slytherin simply nodded. He hadn't made eye contact with anyone that entire day, most likely to hide his actions the night before.

Hermione smiled. "It's settled then. You two should leave after we finish lunch. I'll help you pack!"

Remus scowled, and Ron shot Hermione a look of surprise and annoyance. Sirius just looked to and fro, his confusion concerning the outbursts of the werewolf and red-head.

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A few hours later, Draco was shifting a rather large backpack upon his broad shoulders, scowling and mumbling a few swears. "I don't see why we can't just apparate there. I hate walking."

Harry smiled, happy that Dragon was back to normal, even if he had to deal with his whining. "Draco, you know we can't apparate there. What if we get ambushed? Besides, it doesn't take long to walk.

"Look, we're almost there already. Let's use the Invisibility Cloak, that way whoever is there won't be able to see us." He pulled out the cloak and threw it over himself and the Slytherin.

Draco could see the houses in the Hollow already, and although he had never been there before, he felt like he had lived there for many years. His eyes fell upon the rubble of the Potter house. "Godric's Hollow…" He said to himself quietly.

Now he noticed that he was holding Harry's hand. Harry didn't seem to notice, but Draco blushed. Hand in hand, they walked to the only house in the area that looked like someone could actually live there. Dragon successfully stepped onto the porch of the house, but as Harry tried to follow, he was knocked back.

"Harry!" Draco called, but his friend's body did not move. He ran back outside the barrier to help the Griffindor as the raven-haired boy groaned in pain. "Oh my god, Harry, Don't ever fucking scare me like that again!" Draco yelled, furious. "I thought you were dead!"

"I'm fine, don't worry." Harry said, raising an eyebrow at Draco suspiciously. "I have an idea."

Draco nodded in understanding. "I think I do too. Here," He grasped Harry's hand, getting butterflies again. "My Mark should be enough for both of us, I think."

They plunged into the invisible barrier. Suddenly, Harry was racked with a pain that filled his entire body, electrifying his spine. He cried out in pain.

"Harry?!" Draco exclaimed as he watched the brunette writhe in pain. Then, the pain was gone, as quickly as it came. "Are you… alright?"

"Fine," Harry lied through gritted teeth. "You?"

"Never better."

"Glad to hear it, Draco." A cold voice spoke as it used magic to pull the two boys into the house, but Harry was ready. Before even looking to see who it was, he attacked.

"Petrificus Totalus!" The sound of a body crumpling to the ground could be heard, though it could not be seen, for it was still hidden in the shadows.

"That was reckless, Harry! We don't even know who that was!"

But Harry stood, unmoved by Draco's scolding. "I know that voice. Stand aside, Draco." The raven-haired boy said, his voice suddenly cold. "Snape."

He heard Draco take a sharp breath, but neither boy moved. All that could be heard was the wind whistling outside. A wand was whipped out; a boy pointed it at the body. Only a few words had to be said. Just two short words.

"Avada-"Draco started, his voice sounding choked and forced.

Harry lunged at Malfoy. "No! Draco, don't!" The blonde was taller, and Harry's chin only reached his shoulder. "Stop. You're not a killer. Don't rip apart your soul just to kill him. He's not worth it." His breath was warm against the Slytherin's cold, pale skin.

"Harry," Draco finally managed to choke out. "He murdered my parents. Murdered them. He helped kill yours too; it's all his fault they died!"

Harry shuddered. "I know." He said. "Just don't."

"Ah, how touching." The cold voice sneered; Draco dropped his wand, a horrified expression plastered on his face.

"The spell wore off already…" Harry growled.

"Yes, I suppose your magic is not yet strong enough, Potter. But, I would be more worried about your boyfriend, if I were you." Snape said, smirking and pointing his wand at Draco, who was frozen in place. "He'll be dead soon."

Instead of panicking like Harry thought he would, Draco simply pointed an index finger at Snape.

"Draco, what-?" Harry said, but was interrupted by a large 'Crack'. He looked at Dragon expectantly. "What did you do?"

Draco didn't look at Harry. "I apparated him somewhere else. Wandless magic. No time to explain, the Death Eaters will come for us soon. Accio Snape's Notepad." He mumbled as he held out his hand, and in a few moments, a black notebook flew into his hands. "Snape is too organized not to write himself little notes. He probably wrote all sorts of useful information in here. Now, let's get out of here."

"I'll do it." Harry said, grasping Draco's shoulder. "Hold on."

Now they were standing in what looked like a graveyard. Draco walked forward a bit, reading the gravestones. He gasped. "My mother… and father…" He looked over to the raven-haired boy. "You brought us here?" Harry nodded. Dragon gave him a watery smile. "Thank you."

He snapped his fingers and opened his hand. As he did, two roses appeared in his hand, one white, and the other black. The white rose was placed gently on Narcissa Malfoy's grave. The black rose was put upon Lucius Malfoy's grave.

Harry gently placed his hand on Draco's shoulder as a tear slid town his pale face. "It's okay."

The blonde turned to Harry, a sad smile on his face. "Thanks. You have no idea what this means to me… I thought I would never get to actually see them again." He put his head in his hands for a moment, before looking up again. "I… have something to tell you. You've done so much for me; I don't want to keep secrets from you anymore."

Harry nodded, his stomach in knots. What could Draco want to tell him that he couldn't have told him before? "Sure. What?"

Draco took a deep breath, and then let it out. "I'm a vampire."

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