Title: Before Wind, there was Creation
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which resultes in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of recieving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
Thanks goes to:
Feye Morgan - I'm also drawn to Angsty fics! So you aren't alone ^_^
fani90 - Wow, there tiger. Hehe. Don't worry, Draky won't die.... that would make me cry for days if I killed him.
AtieJen - Your welcome ^_^
Happy - My story might contain a few spoilers, but nothing that anyone else probably couldn't predict. (After all, when I talked about Ron being Keeper, the Mirror of Erised had shown Ron's desire to be in Quidditch/Proffesional Quidditch Player. JKR gave quite a few clues to many things. The only thing that threw ME for a loop was the Character's death.)
Ice Lupus - I don't accept anonymous reviews? Eeh, I'll have to change that. Thanks for telling me :) I also like the idea of Kato. (For some odd reason he reminds me a little bit of a mix between Ron's and Draco's attitude *shrugs*)
**"Aphrodite forever stands by her man [Paris] and drives the Keres (Spirits of Death) away from him. Even now she has rescued him when he thought he would perish." -Iliad 4.11**
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Trees. All around, surrounding him from his fears and his night time terrors. Everything was peaceful. Serene. And Draco thought, if he could end him, he could end the torment of everyone else. He knew that all the years when he had taunted and accused Potter and his loyal friends that he had put them through Hell for far too long. The force and abuse his father put him through summer after fateful summer had been going on for far too long, and the innocent murders he had done had gone on for far too long, also.
'Far too long...' He repeated to himself under his breath. This stuff had been going on too long.
*HE* had been going on too long. And it was time to stop it all. Force the chaos that was ruining everyone's life into a dead halt.
Draco was secluded in a part of the Forbidden Forest, a fire lit just a few feet away from him. If he was going to die, he was going to die in comfort.
A tree substituted for a leaning chair, and Draco was atleast half thankful that the haunted feeling he recieved here comforted him in some different way. It was a different comfort. The kind when you know everything is going to be good in the end. Everything will work out and everything bad will end.
Draco looked down at his hand that clenched the beer bottle. He had took this from the Manor where his father had stole dozens of packages of beer from a muggle store that the rest of the Death Eaters had raided.
He smiled grimly. 'Atleast my father's slightly good for something.' He thought, wondering if this would truely be the last night he had to look up at the full moon rising over the darkened towering trees.
The item in Draco's other hand was what made him smile even more darkly. His wand rested in
his palm, sweat making it difficult to hold. His courage hadn't yet been saved up enough for him to perform the spell.
Plus, Draco had to admit, right now, everything was as peaceful as it was going to get before his death, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to enjoy it. His personal belongings lay beside him. His quills, and his Mythology books. His scroll and a locket that his mother had given him. He despised his mother's caring. But deep down- he loved her. He knew it. He couldn't just give up an item that she had made with spells from her heart. He fingered the locket, the jade jewels biting into his memory. The locket was in the shape of a star, and inside it was both of their pictures- moving, of course. If you had looked underneath the pictures, you would see a serpent on one side, and a dragon on the other. His mother was extremely good with symbolization.
He looked across from him, away from the blazing fire, and saw a baby blue bird that was obviously dying from falling out of the tree above it.
'Oh Goddess of the Keres, why put innocent things on this battlefield?' He asked himself looking up to the stars, but all of it was in vain. He knew he would get no answers. No wind whispering the mysteries of life in his ear.
He looked at the tiny bird in slight pity. 'That bird should be me. Not it. It doesn't deserve this.' He thought, shaming himself.
The flames dance was amazing and awe inspiring. It was like the Veelas' dance all over again. Like in the Tri-Wizard tournament. Except the fire, it was even more captivating. It held the victim in its heat, kept it in the furnace that it brewed at the beginning of its life.
As Draco stared helplessly in the flame, it spoke to him. It sang to him, and kept him in the moment. The moment of peace. Serenity. Life. Love.
'Love...' Draco then snorted. 'Ya, right. I'm 'bout to kill myself. How the fuck could I find love now?' He asked the fire in his head. The fire just crackled incessantly, not giving an answer that he desperatly wanted to know. If he waited just an hour more, would he find love? That's the question that haunted him the few minutes before his death. Could he, maybe, slimly just find a bit of love if he stayed on the earth, bound to its conceptional realities?
'Probably not...' Something voiced in the back of his head. His pessimistic voice.
With that, Draco shakingly pulled the wand up to his chest- his heart. And gulped a few times. He was nervous. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if it didn't work? What if he would miss something that he would have gotten if he was alive? What if no one cried over him, or mourned over him? That last thought scared him the most.
Putting the wand down, he took quite a few more gulps of the ominous bitter tasting beer, and put the wand back up to his chest. His heart was racing, about to come out of his weak ribs.
'Avada...' He mouthed, forcing the first word just to his lips. He hadn't even yet voiced it.
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Harry Potter ran fervantly through the musky smelling Forest, hand gripping the invisibility cloak in expenctancy.
'Silencio!' He announced, pointing the Holly wand at his clambering shoes. After the spell took affect, no noise was apparent. 'Good..' He said to himself. He was invisible AND silent. Perfect if anyone was *supposed* to be out here. And from what Kato had told him, there was surely to be someone.
He saw the waterfall a few yards away, but no one was there. Harry Potter was thouroghly confused. Very confused, actually. Why would Kato lead him here if no one was to be here in the first place?
Then, out of nowhere, something caught his bright eyes. A spark of red was seen far off to the left of the glade. Sprinting full speed to the now evident fire, he was again surprised at whom he saw.
There, holding his shaking wand to his chest, was Draco Malfoy, mouthing Avada Kadavra, but not voicing it. Harry was frantic, and his heart was racing. "What do I do, Kato? How the hell should I know what to do?" He asked himself nervously. Worse than that, he didn't get any indication that Kato was there with him, or that he would be getting any answers from him soon.
Harry scanned his head. Some charm, some spell to....
Something from his memory came back to him, something he had read in one of Hermione's book.
Pointing his wand carefully out of the cloak, he whispered, "Relashio!" Draco, confused as to why he had dropped his wand, reached for it. But before he could even get it into his sweaty hand yet again, Harry urgently whispered, "Accio wand!" And Draco's wand came right where his hand would have been. But it couldn't make it through the cloak, so it dropped right infront of him.
Now Draco looked cautious. He knew someone was there, or his wand wouldn't have done that. Just dropped like that. His silver eyes scanned the open forest infront of him. Then, causiously, step by step, he walked to where his wand lay. And just like that, his wand had dissapeared. Litarally just- vanished. Draco jumped back in surprise, and gasped.
Harry, on the other hand, was smiling triumphantly at his attempt. He had covered the remaining of the wand with the bottom of his invisibility cloak, and he then bent down to pick it up. Draco was having a hard time trying to understand how his plan had been foiled in the matter of seconds.
Draco's voice was hollow. "Who's there?" He asked in futile. After Harry had refused to answer, Draco got in a rage, and threw many of the leaves and sticks into the fire. "Who the *fuck's* there!?" He yelled, emphasizing his rage that someone had watched him as he tried to destroy his life. He knew that if the person had seen, then they must know that he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, is weak. Ultimataly weak. They would think he couldn't even handle the basics of real and daily life. And if it was a Slytherin, he would be doomed, for they were surely to tell his father about it out of fear.
Harry stood their stunned, as if an untamed Dragon was trying to push him down, and pin him to the ground, and rip him to shreds. And if Harry wasn't mistaken, that's what Draco would be like if he revealed himself.
Draco's face fell, and he hung his head in defeat. Harry watched in horror as Draco put his arm a foot above the fire- getting closer, inch by inch. Slowly.
And Harry knew if he didn't reveal himself, Draco WOULD have the will to burn his arm to a crisp. Harry imagined it- the charred black skin, the holes that would be left in his arm that he knew would resemble those that are in his soul- at that, Harry made his decision.
"Wait!" He yelled out, trying to disguise his voice to bide him some time. Draco's arm halted in the air, and his eyes were wide with fright. He was waiting, and it was so obvious that Draco was anticipating the arrival of the unknown saviour.
Harry, carefully at first, removed the cloak, uncovering his disheveled black hair, and his blaring green eyes that reflected the flames his orbs were looking towards. He licked his lips in nervousness, and Draco's eyes grew even wider than necessary. And after a moment of unconventional and uncomfortable silence, Draco sat down, holding his head.
"Damnit, Potter...why are you always *everywhere*?! You're there when I try to win things, you're there when I'm at the Manor and my father talks about you non stop...You're there when I'm eating, and when I'm sleeping. You're there in classes and in the books. Why, Potter...why do you have to be there at my death?!" He growled, his headache growing worse.
Harry looked at Draco, his mouth slightly open. He was speechless. What was there to say? Nothing, really when it came right down to it. Draco was just as responsible for his feeling of emptiness as Harry was.
Draco glared into the fire, watching the magnificant dance commence. Cinders were flying from it, making it seem as if there were angry faeries all about them. Then, as if startled by something, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "Why, Potter- why do you have to ruin everything I do?" His voice calm, confused, angered, and a whole number of different emotions that flitted through his now opaque eyes.
Harry went through his responses in his head, and landed on a story he had heard once. He had a dream long ago one night, when he was with his mother- it was a moment not to be. But nevertheless, it was a dream. And he voiced the whispered story she had said to him that night- the last words of his dream.
"For centuries, the Dragon fueled the sun. But after they gave what they had, they ran out of fire to offer. The sun, seeng this, begged the gods to grant the Dragon's an unlimited amount of the sustaining energy. By the time sun got back, there was only one Dragon left. Sun cried, for he knew he would also die if Dragon died. The gods granted the dying Dragon the gift, and its energy returned." Harry replied, tears starting to relish the space of his eyes. He hadn't remembered that dream in the longest time. And now, it had somehow hit him like an arrow's target.
Draco's face was slowly starting to flush in anger. "What the hell is that supposed to *mean*, Potter?!" He asked, yelling. Draco ran his shaking hands through his hair. He was confused, and he didn't know what the parable meant.
Harry frowned, and said softly, "It means that if you weren't there, I would probably be gone. Maybe of my own insanity, but nevertheless, gone. You are the one that has kept me alive. Suprisingly, you and Voldemort are the first two people that keep me here. Without you, my passion would be gone, and I-" He stopped here, his eyes glazing over. "I would probably have never survived the confrontations with Voldemort in the first place. You were like a trial, something I had to get through to test and strengthen what I would have to use against the bloody bastard." Harry finished, licking his chapped lips out of habit.
Draco looked to the ground, and his temper flared. His voice was deathly calm, and it scared Harry, he had to admit. It scared him gravely. "So I'm a bloody trial to you, Potter...is that how you see me?"
Harry took great care in voicing what he was about to say next. He couldn't just repeat what he had said, OR confirm what Draco had asked. "You are a trial, but you are more complex than that. No one knows you, Malfoy. No one. I've been trying my whole life to figure you out. Why the fuck you act like such a git, and why you tease me and my friends constantly. I don't get it." At this, Harry stopped. "I don't get it at all."
Harry turned around at this point, Draco's wand in hand. "By the way...I'm sorry about what happened to your friend." Harry started walking away, but Draco wouldn't let the conversation go. Especially at what Harry had just said.
"Potter...what friend?" Draco asked cautiously, knowing fully well that Harry might have had an idea. And that scared Draco. He didn't like people knowing things about him. It gave them things to blackmail him or ridicule him about.
Harry turned around and smiled. "Nevermind." He said, and walked away from the still-lit fire that Draco had made. As Harry was walking back to the glade, something flew by him. A breeze, but- it was more than that. And he stopped, wondering for the worst, when suddenly, Kato sat on the smooth rock that he had kissed his only Love.
Kato turned to him, frowning, and asked softly, "You know this isn't over, Harry, don't you?" Kato waited patiently for the answer.
Harry knew what to say right away. "I know it isn't. I know." He repeated, a calm in his voice much like Kato's own. Without Kato's consent, he knew it wasn't over.
Because what 'it' had been before, Kato's quest for redemption, it was now Harry's. Seeing an enemy try and kill themselves before you could even have a chance to do it yourself had a bigger affect on a person than innocent others thought.
And Harry knew that it wouldn't be easy to thoroughly save the Dragon.
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Chapter notes: Yep, I made the little story. Personally I really didn't like this chapter as much. I thought it could have been better *and* longer, but *shrugs* Oh well. Can't make what you don't have, eh? I'll have the next chapter out soon, ok? I promise :D
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which resultes in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of recieving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
Thanks goes to:
Feye Morgan - I'm also drawn to Angsty fics! So you aren't alone ^_^
fani90 - Wow, there tiger. Hehe. Don't worry, Draky won't die.... that would make me cry for days if I killed him.
AtieJen - Your welcome ^_^
Happy - My story might contain a few spoilers, but nothing that anyone else probably couldn't predict. (After all, when I talked about Ron being Keeper, the Mirror of Erised had shown Ron's desire to be in Quidditch/Proffesional Quidditch Player. JKR gave quite a few clues to many things. The only thing that threw ME for a loop was the Character's death.)
Ice Lupus - I don't accept anonymous reviews? Eeh, I'll have to change that. Thanks for telling me :) I also like the idea of Kato. (For some odd reason he reminds me a little bit of a mix between Ron's and Draco's attitude *shrugs*)
**"Aphrodite forever stands by her man [Paris] and drives the Keres (Spirits of Death) away from him. Even now she has rescued him when he thought he would perish." -Iliad 4.11**
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Trees. All around, surrounding him from his fears and his night time terrors. Everything was peaceful. Serene. And Draco thought, if he could end him, he could end the torment of everyone else. He knew that all the years when he had taunted and accused Potter and his loyal friends that he had put them through Hell for far too long. The force and abuse his father put him through summer after fateful summer had been going on for far too long, and the innocent murders he had done had gone on for far too long, also.
'Far too long...' He repeated to himself under his breath. This stuff had been going on too long.
*HE* had been going on too long. And it was time to stop it all. Force the chaos that was ruining everyone's life into a dead halt.
Draco was secluded in a part of the Forbidden Forest, a fire lit just a few feet away from him. If he was going to die, he was going to die in comfort.
A tree substituted for a leaning chair, and Draco was atleast half thankful that the haunted feeling he recieved here comforted him in some different way. It was a different comfort. The kind when you know everything is going to be good in the end. Everything will work out and everything bad will end.
Draco looked down at his hand that clenched the beer bottle. He had took this from the Manor where his father had stole dozens of packages of beer from a muggle store that the rest of the Death Eaters had raided.
He smiled grimly. 'Atleast my father's slightly good for something.' He thought, wondering if this would truely be the last night he had to look up at the full moon rising over the darkened towering trees.
The item in Draco's other hand was what made him smile even more darkly. His wand rested in
his palm, sweat making it difficult to hold. His courage hadn't yet been saved up enough for him to perform the spell.
Plus, Draco had to admit, right now, everything was as peaceful as it was going to get before his death, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to enjoy it. His personal belongings lay beside him. His quills, and his Mythology books. His scroll and a locket that his mother had given him. He despised his mother's caring. But deep down- he loved her. He knew it. He couldn't just give up an item that she had made with spells from her heart. He fingered the locket, the jade jewels biting into his memory. The locket was in the shape of a star, and inside it was both of their pictures- moving, of course. If you had looked underneath the pictures, you would see a serpent on one side, and a dragon on the other. His mother was extremely good with symbolization.
He looked across from him, away from the blazing fire, and saw a baby blue bird that was obviously dying from falling out of the tree above it.
'Oh Goddess of the Keres, why put innocent things on this battlefield?' He asked himself looking up to the stars, but all of it was in vain. He knew he would get no answers. No wind whispering the mysteries of life in his ear.
He looked at the tiny bird in slight pity. 'That bird should be me. Not it. It doesn't deserve this.' He thought, shaming himself.
The flames dance was amazing and awe inspiring. It was like the Veelas' dance all over again. Like in the Tri-Wizard tournament. Except the fire, it was even more captivating. It held the victim in its heat, kept it in the furnace that it brewed at the beginning of its life.
As Draco stared helplessly in the flame, it spoke to him. It sang to him, and kept him in the moment. The moment of peace. Serenity. Life. Love.
'Love...' Draco then snorted. 'Ya, right. I'm 'bout to kill myself. How the fuck could I find love now?' He asked the fire in his head. The fire just crackled incessantly, not giving an answer that he desperatly wanted to know. If he waited just an hour more, would he find love? That's the question that haunted him the few minutes before his death. Could he, maybe, slimly just find a bit of love if he stayed on the earth, bound to its conceptional realities?
'Probably not...' Something voiced in the back of his head. His pessimistic voice.
With that, Draco shakingly pulled the wand up to his chest- his heart. And gulped a few times. He was nervous. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if it didn't work? What if he would miss something that he would have gotten if he was alive? What if no one cried over him, or mourned over him? That last thought scared him the most.
Putting the wand down, he took quite a few more gulps of the ominous bitter tasting beer, and put the wand back up to his chest. His heart was racing, about to come out of his weak ribs.
'Avada...' He mouthed, forcing the first word just to his lips. He hadn't even yet voiced it.
****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Harry Potter ran fervantly through the musky smelling Forest, hand gripping the invisibility cloak in expenctancy.
'Silencio!' He announced, pointing the Holly wand at his clambering shoes. After the spell took affect, no noise was apparent. 'Good..' He said to himself. He was invisible AND silent. Perfect if anyone was *supposed* to be out here. And from what Kato had told him, there was surely to be someone.
He saw the waterfall a few yards away, but no one was there. Harry Potter was thouroghly confused. Very confused, actually. Why would Kato lead him here if no one was to be here in the first place?
Then, out of nowhere, something caught his bright eyes. A spark of red was seen far off to the left of the glade. Sprinting full speed to the now evident fire, he was again surprised at whom he saw.
There, holding his shaking wand to his chest, was Draco Malfoy, mouthing Avada Kadavra, but not voicing it. Harry was frantic, and his heart was racing. "What do I do, Kato? How the hell should I know what to do?" He asked himself nervously. Worse than that, he didn't get any indication that Kato was there with him, or that he would be getting any answers from him soon.
Harry scanned his head. Some charm, some spell to....
Something from his memory came back to him, something he had read in one of Hermione's book.
Pointing his wand carefully out of the cloak, he whispered, "Relashio!" Draco, confused as to why he had dropped his wand, reached for it. But before he could even get it into his sweaty hand yet again, Harry urgently whispered, "Accio wand!" And Draco's wand came right where his hand would have been. But it couldn't make it through the cloak, so it dropped right infront of him.
Now Draco looked cautious. He knew someone was there, or his wand wouldn't have done that. Just dropped like that. His silver eyes scanned the open forest infront of him. Then, causiously, step by step, he walked to where his wand lay. And just like that, his wand had dissapeared. Litarally just- vanished. Draco jumped back in surprise, and gasped.
Harry, on the other hand, was smiling triumphantly at his attempt. He had covered the remaining of the wand with the bottom of his invisibility cloak, and he then bent down to pick it up. Draco was having a hard time trying to understand how his plan had been foiled in the matter of seconds.
Draco's voice was hollow. "Who's there?" He asked in futile. After Harry had refused to answer, Draco got in a rage, and threw many of the leaves and sticks into the fire. "Who the *fuck's* there!?" He yelled, emphasizing his rage that someone had watched him as he tried to destroy his life. He knew that if the person had seen, then they must know that he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, is weak. Ultimataly weak. They would think he couldn't even handle the basics of real and daily life. And if it was a Slytherin, he would be doomed, for they were surely to tell his father about it out of fear.
Harry stood their stunned, as if an untamed Dragon was trying to push him down, and pin him to the ground, and rip him to shreds. And if Harry wasn't mistaken, that's what Draco would be like if he revealed himself.
Draco's face fell, and he hung his head in defeat. Harry watched in horror as Draco put his arm a foot above the fire- getting closer, inch by inch. Slowly.
And Harry knew if he didn't reveal himself, Draco WOULD have the will to burn his arm to a crisp. Harry imagined it- the charred black skin, the holes that would be left in his arm that he knew would resemble those that are in his soul- at that, Harry made his decision.
"Wait!" He yelled out, trying to disguise his voice to bide him some time. Draco's arm halted in the air, and his eyes were wide with fright. He was waiting, and it was so obvious that Draco was anticipating the arrival of the unknown saviour.
Harry, carefully at first, removed the cloak, uncovering his disheveled black hair, and his blaring green eyes that reflected the flames his orbs were looking towards. He licked his lips in nervousness, and Draco's eyes grew even wider than necessary. And after a moment of unconventional and uncomfortable silence, Draco sat down, holding his head.
"Damnit, Potter...why are you always *everywhere*?! You're there when I try to win things, you're there when I'm at the Manor and my father talks about you non stop...You're there when I'm eating, and when I'm sleeping. You're there in classes and in the books. Why, Potter...why do you have to be there at my death?!" He growled, his headache growing worse.
Harry looked at Draco, his mouth slightly open. He was speechless. What was there to say? Nothing, really when it came right down to it. Draco was just as responsible for his feeling of emptiness as Harry was.
Draco glared into the fire, watching the magnificant dance commence. Cinders were flying from it, making it seem as if there were angry faeries all about them. Then, as if startled by something, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "Why, Potter- why do you have to ruin everything I do?" His voice calm, confused, angered, and a whole number of different emotions that flitted through his now opaque eyes.
Harry went through his responses in his head, and landed on a story he had heard once. He had a dream long ago one night, when he was with his mother- it was a moment not to be. But nevertheless, it was a dream. And he voiced the whispered story she had said to him that night- the last words of his dream.
"For centuries, the Dragon fueled the sun. But after they gave what they had, they ran out of fire to offer. The sun, seeng this, begged the gods to grant the Dragon's an unlimited amount of the sustaining energy. By the time sun got back, there was only one Dragon left. Sun cried, for he knew he would also die if Dragon died. The gods granted the dying Dragon the gift, and its energy returned." Harry replied, tears starting to relish the space of his eyes. He hadn't remembered that dream in the longest time. And now, it had somehow hit him like an arrow's target.
Draco's face was slowly starting to flush in anger. "What the hell is that supposed to *mean*, Potter?!" He asked, yelling. Draco ran his shaking hands through his hair. He was confused, and he didn't know what the parable meant.
Harry frowned, and said softly, "It means that if you weren't there, I would probably be gone. Maybe of my own insanity, but nevertheless, gone. You are the one that has kept me alive. Suprisingly, you and Voldemort are the first two people that keep me here. Without you, my passion would be gone, and I-" He stopped here, his eyes glazing over. "I would probably have never survived the confrontations with Voldemort in the first place. You were like a trial, something I had to get through to test and strengthen what I would have to use against the bloody bastard." Harry finished, licking his chapped lips out of habit.
Draco looked to the ground, and his temper flared. His voice was deathly calm, and it scared Harry, he had to admit. It scared him gravely. "So I'm a bloody trial to you, Potter...is that how you see me?"
Harry took great care in voicing what he was about to say next. He couldn't just repeat what he had said, OR confirm what Draco had asked. "You are a trial, but you are more complex than that. No one knows you, Malfoy. No one. I've been trying my whole life to figure you out. Why the fuck you act like such a git, and why you tease me and my friends constantly. I don't get it." At this, Harry stopped. "I don't get it at all."
Harry turned around at this point, Draco's wand in hand. "By the way...I'm sorry about what happened to your friend." Harry started walking away, but Draco wouldn't let the conversation go. Especially at what Harry had just said.
"Potter...what friend?" Draco asked cautiously, knowing fully well that Harry might have had an idea. And that scared Draco. He didn't like people knowing things about him. It gave them things to blackmail him or ridicule him about.
Harry turned around and smiled. "Nevermind." He said, and walked away from the still-lit fire that Draco had made. As Harry was walking back to the glade, something flew by him. A breeze, but- it was more than that. And he stopped, wondering for the worst, when suddenly, Kato sat on the smooth rock that he had kissed his only Love.
Kato turned to him, frowning, and asked softly, "You know this isn't over, Harry, don't you?" Kato waited patiently for the answer.
Harry knew what to say right away. "I know it isn't. I know." He repeated, a calm in his voice much like Kato's own. Without Kato's consent, he knew it wasn't over.
Because what 'it' had been before, Kato's quest for redemption, it was now Harry's. Seeing an enemy try and kill themselves before you could even have a chance to do it yourself had a bigger affect on a person than innocent others thought.
And Harry knew that it wouldn't be easy to thoroughly save the Dragon.
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Chapter notes: Yep, I made the little story. Personally I really didn't like this chapter as much. I thought it could have been better *and* longer, but *shrugs* Oh well. Can't make what you don't have, eh? I'll have the next chapter out soon, ok? I promise :D