Title: Before Wind, there was Creation
((Chapter Edited))
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.)
All of my thanks goes to::::
Rayne-Jelly --Thanks for reading this! ^_^ Also, thanks for pointing out my mistakes. That helps me alot. I'll look out for those in this and future chapters. About Beta, I don't really feel like it this much into the story. *Shrugs* I'll think about it. I haven't given it much thought since beginning this story.
AnimegirlH -- Lol, glad you like it. Here's the next chappie ^_^
Riddle Road -- Ya, the mythology confused me when I was looking the information up, but when I looked up different stories, and noticed they were all connected, and I could use them to make up a good story, I decided to use it in this =)
Shania Maxwell -- It does? Lol, ok. Well, here's the next chapter =)
Feye Morgan -- Thank you =) Yep, it's confusing, but I'm glad it isn't the "Oh my god, where's the plot?" Confusing =D Thanks for staying with me- You've helped me alot in motivation. *Smiles*
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**You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly -- Sam Keen**
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The eerie atmoshpere of the graveyard could send chills up anybody's spine. Leaves were just starting to fall from the trees, as it was the beginning of autumn. Despair hung in the air, making the faceless creature in the middle of the circle that much more uglier. Hoods were surrounding the monster, chanting, low voices and little harmony. Much magic swirled and weaved throughout the sphere of masked men.
The creature had too much pride to beg. Too much pride to plead the spirits of death to smite the boy in the prophecy that would help bring him to his death.
The shriek rang out as Voldemort disappeared into the clouds - Toward the land of the Gods.
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The orange moon hung in the purple, starless sky around it. Lightning was seen every once in a while shooting arrows through its surroundings. The scent of late fall weaved through the firmament, warning animals and people everywhere to prepare for winter.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, two boys had their arms wrapped around themselves in aversion.
"Please come here. I won't hurt you. I promise." The Centaur repeated, holding his hand out to coax the teens toward him.
Harry took a step, but hesitated, risking a glance at Draco behind him in the process. As both Draco and Harry ambled toward the ethereal being, he chuckled. A smile lit up on his scarred face, and he asked, "Why be so fearful of me?"
Draco turned to Harry, and looked back at the apparition nervously. "You're a- a ghost. A centaurian ghost. I never even knew such beings could exist on the Earth after death." He stated rudely. The Centaur just laughed, and shook his head.
"No, no, boy. You got it *all* wrong! I am not like all of the other Centaurs. My name is Chiron- I am sure you know about me?" He asked, holding out his hand. Draco took it cautiously, and stood back for Harry to do the same.
"Well, I've read about you- I don't know about Potter, here." Draco gestured rudely toward the still-hooded boy. Harry rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.
The ghost just laughed again. "Well, you're right about me being a *ghost*, but you're awfully wrong about where I'm now staying. My spirit usually resides in the heavens, where most spirits go after this world. I had to deliver a message to you both- as it's very important." He finished, stamping a foot in confirmation.
Draco huffed. "Well...Get on with it then. What is it?" He asked impatiently.
The Centaur frowned down on that. "You had better be lucky that I am even volunteering to talk to you, boy. From the way things are going, you will be dead in a week! Keres do not just haunt you in your sleep for the rest of your life! They will start to manifest in different ways! There have been stories of them manifesting physically!" He yelled, making both ignorent adolscents shudder. Draco shrank back in fear, but regained his posture after reminding himself of his Malfoy heritage.
Chiron sighed, and closed his eyes to calm himself. "I'm sorry. I do not know what has gotten into that man! Asclepios was such a nice boy when I was training him. In less than a month, he has turned -" He hesitated. "he has turned evil."
"Chiron, what's going on? What does everyone mean?" Harry asked, his eyes darting between the blonde and the Centaur both.
"Asclepios somehow sent the Keres after -- What's your name boy?" The Centaur asked Draco.
"Draco- Draco Malfoy, sir." He announced politely, not wanting to anger the beast again. The Centaur nodded and continued.
"Well, Asclepios sent the Keres, Spirits of Death, upon Draco here, for reasons of revenge." This confused Harry, but Draco understood what this revelation had meant. Obviously, he had somehow angered the god by means of killing someone- and the only people he had killed were muggles. Ok, so they were many muggles, but never the less he had killed them.
"What revenge? What did Draco do to ever deserve this?!" Harry asked, anger in his eyes. Draco secretly smiled, for there was a warm, fuzzy feeling that he liked in his stomach at someone saying his name instead of 'Malfoy', 'boy', or worse of all, 'Ferret.' He was even more joyous at someone being angry *over* him than *at* him.
The Centaur saw this, and smirked. He knew there was something about both boys that he didn't know about, but he didn't bother prying. "Obviously, Harry, he has done something to anger the god- most likely killed someone that he dearly loved or that he was related to." He layed out.
Harry thought about this, and his features relaxed. The Centaur shook his head, his chocolate eyes sad. "I feel guilty that you are both suffering for this. If I had not taught him the means of healing, I wouldn't have angered Zeus and he wouldn't have died and became a god. Now he rules over more than he did when he was mortal." Chiron said gravely.
"It wasn't your fault- don't blame yourself." Harry said, staring into the Centaurs ghostly eyes.
Draco felt a wave of hopelessness come over him, and he quietly went over to a rock viewing the crystal clear waterfall. It reflected the moon less than perfectly, ripples going through the image like his feelings through his soul. 'I can't stop a God!' Draco stared out, his eyes glazed over. The gold, silver, and pearl white color of free fish swimming along kept his eyes from tearing up. All of his concentration was used staring sadly out toward the fish. Weaving, in. Out. In. Out.
"Um- Malfoy?" Draco heard behind him. The voice was soft - quiet. Draco smiled to himself, and turned around slowly.
"Oh. Hey, Potter." Draco said, a frown returning to his pale face.
"Uh- Mind if I sit down?" He asked nervously. Draco gestured toward the space on the rock beside him, and sighed. This day was getting worse and worse. As he found out more about the thing that was after him, he found out how the situation was much more hopeless than it had seemed at first, and he didn't suit well at not knowing what his fate would be.
After an uncomfortable silence, Draco sighed. "Potter- you should have left me there. It would've been better than dying at the hands of those- those-" He paused. "Monsters." He looked painfully over to Harry, his gray eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Harry wanted to hug him so badly. He *knew* what the Slytherin had done to him in the past. He remembered the words of Hermione, and what she had said in Divination. It kept rolling around in his head like a chant- but like many things he did, his heart and intuition always won out over his head and common sense. So he concentrated on how it would feel to hug his slim figure. To comfort and wipe the tears from his eyes.
A thought then startled him out of his reverie. This was the same exact rock that Kato and his Love had kissed on.
"Come on. We're going to take a walk." Harry demanded, pulling Draco up gently by his arm. He was slightly heavy, for he didn't feel like getting up with all of his feelings weighing him down. He just wanted to sit there- and rot.
Draco felt like he would go into an emotional breakdown soon, and he would end up humiliating himself infront of the Boy-Who-Lived. The boy who had probably never cried. Who had always been happy around his friends- who had probably had the perfect life. He knew that this last thought had a chance of being incorrect, for he had still remembered the Doondakug in Care of Magical Creatures. What it had said that had made Harry react terribly to it.
"Malfoy, Chiron said that Apollo's Prophecy is-" At this, Harry stopped. He noticed that Draco wasn't reacting. He wasn't even listening to him. He just kept staring at the ground, a lost look in his eyes.
Draco was trying *so* hard not to break down. He kept chanting in his head over and over not to break down. Not to show his weakness. Not to cry-
"Draco, it's *ok* to cry!" Harry stressed, grabbing Draco's chin to look into his pained eyes. He had heard the chant in the other boy's head, and he had felt a wave of empathy come over him. He couldn't just sit there while the boy suffered.
Draco's jaw trembled at the cold fingers that encircled his chin. He couldn't hold it in- it ripped at his insides. It was like the Keres had shredded his soul up so much that he couldn't survive anymore.
With a whimper, he leaned into Harry, wrapping his arms around his neck. The pain filled, heavy sobs then followed that, echoing into Harry's robes. With that, he spilled into his tears all of the nightmares, all of the guilt during the past summers, all of the envy and the jealousy, everything his father had tried brainwashing him into believing.
Harry carressed his back slowly, muttering things to soothe the upset boy in his arms. At that moment, he didn't care that it was his tormentor. The boy was at risk of dying, and as much as Harry knew that he should have been celebrating, he knew that if Draco died, he would die, too- After all, there had to have been a reason he was involved in all of this.
Something that Draco was mumbling into his robes had startled him. He was sobbing 'Sorry' over and over again, apologizing and naming each thing he had done wrong to Harry and his friends. He then started screaming something about how sorry he was for killing all of those people, and how they had looked so hopeless.
The last thing that Draco said had made Harry shed a single tear. "...and I'm sorry that I'm even alive! That I was born!" He screamed into Harry's chest. He couldn't stand what he had said, so he pushed Draco's shoulders back and looked into his red-rimmed eyes.
"Don't say that, Malfoy! Don't!" Harry had to admit, he was angry that Draco would be so selfish as to even think that he shouldn't have been born.
Draco was surprised at the show of emotion, and tears were still tracking down his cheeks. He looked around him aimlessly. "I-I'm sorry-"
But before he could get anything more out, Harry interrupted. "Stop saying sorry! It won't help what you've already done." Draco frowned, and he looked to the ground. 'So Potter isn't willing to forgive me...' His thought trailed off as he pushed Harry off, and started walking slowly away from him.
'What the hell?! What did I say to make him mad?!' Harry asked himself in confusion. "Wait! Come back!" Harry pleaded. Draco halted in midstep.
"Why should I? If I'm not going to be forgiven, then I need to go to Hell where I belong! After all- I'm going there pretty soon, anyways." Draco replied scornfully, his back toward Harry.
Harry stood idly choked and upset. His face was contorted in dread and worry. "No- No! Don't do what I think you're going to do!" Harry screamed, tears now sliding down his cheeks.
"Too bad. I need to leave. I don't have any use in this world anymore-" He said calmly. At that, Draco pointed his wand to his chest. "Goodbye, Harry." He muttered, closing his eyes slowly. "Avada..."
But before Draco could even get the last word out, Harry had jumped at him, pummeling and pinning him to the forest floor. Draco fought as hard as he could to get the muscled boy off of him, but it was no use. When he had reached for his wand that was a few inches away, Harry had caught it with seeker reflex, and had threwn it somewhere far off in a pile of leaves.
Harry was now straddling Draco's waist, and wouldn't let him get up. Every time Draco had screamed for him to get off, his grip on his wrist would get tighter and tighter.
"Harry, get off me this instant!" Draco screamed as loud as he could.
"No! I'm not just going to let you throw away your life when we still have a chance!" At this, Harry re-worded his statement, and yelled, "*YOU* still have a chance, Draco!"
At this, he had stopped struggling, and he looked into Harry's glistening green eyes.
"Apollo's prophecy is that you are going to have to be there to help me defeat the Darkness! The Darkness is Voldemort, Draco! Don't you get it?! I *need* you! Without you, I'm going to die!" He screamed, a few tears releasing from the corners of his eyes.
Draco was stunned- so this was what Harry had been talking about before. This was the reason that everything so far had involved him and Harry.
Harry looked into the blank face of the blonde, searching his gray eyes for a reaction. He stood up, wiping the leaves off of him. "So what do you say, Malfoy? Live and kill off this bastard called 'Voldemort', or die knowing you hadn't done anything for anyone, and kill both of us?" He asked calmly, frowning. He then held out his hand, waiting for either flesh or air.
Draco thought really hard about this. Harry was giving him a choice. If Draco decided to kill himself, he wouldn't be there to stop him- but if he lived, Harry would stand by him and they would defeat the Dark Lord together. They would be known as the two greatest Wizards in the Wizarding world.
A smile of hinting hope tugged at Draco's lips, as he grasped the offered hand. Harry smiled, and pulled the boy up quickly.
"Accio, wand!" Harry muttered, pointing toward the pile of leaves. The wand shot straight into his open hand, and he offered it to Draco. He hesitantly recieved the wand, and he looked down towards his shoes.
"Thanks." He muttered in shame.
"Your welcome." Harry replied smiling.
"No- I mean it. Really. Thank you. This- everything. It means alot to me." He said quietly, looking into Harry's eyes. Draco didn't know how the wonder-boy did it, how he had saved him from himself two times. Harry really didn't understand how much Draco cherished the thought of getting another chance at his life.
But instead, Harry chuckled ignorantly, and muttered another 'Your welcome,' before grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him through the trees.
It was now raining hard, and it was difficult to see through the bleary dropplets that kept drowning their eyes.
In the darkness, they couldn't see the blood-stained creature sneaking up behind their backs-
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Chapter Notes:::: Lol, lotsa Angst in this chapter, I know. I *also* know I left it at a cliffhanger, but that shouldn't be too hard to live with for a day or two, eh? Are you all figuring it out, yet? Anyone? Lol, well if you've got an inkling, don't talk about it in the reviews, kk? =)
((Chapter Edited))
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.)
All of my thanks goes to::::
Rayne-Jelly --Thanks for reading this! ^_^ Also, thanks for pointing out my mistakes. That helps me alot. I'll look out for those in this and future chapters. About Beta, I don't really feel like it this much into the story. *Shrugs* I'll think about it. I haven't given it much thought since beginning this story.
AnimegirlH -- Lol, glad you like it. Here's the next chappie ^_^
Riddle Road -- Ya, the mythology confused me when I was looking the information up, but when I looked up different stories, and noticed they were all connected, and I could use them to make up a good story, I decided to use it in this =)
Shania Maxwell -- It does? Lol, ok. Well, here's the next chapter =)
Feye Morgan -- Thank you =) Yep, it's confusing, but I'm glad it isn't the "Oh my god, where's the plot?" Confusing =D Thanks for staying with me- You've helped me alot in motivation. *Smiles*
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**You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly -- Sam Keen**
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The eerie atmoshpere of the graveyard could send chills up anybody's spine. Leaves were just starting to fall from the trees, as it was the beginning of autumn. Despair hung in the air, making the faceless creature in the middle of the circle that much more uglier. Hoods were surrounding the monster, chanting, low voices and little harmony. Much magic swirled and weaved throughout the sphere of masked men.
The creature had too much pride to beg. Too much pride to plead the spirits of death to smite the boy in the prophecy that would help bring him to his death.
The shriek rang out as Voldemort disappeared into the clouds - Toward the land of the Gods.
****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
The orange moon hung in the purple, starless sky around it. Lightning was seen every once in a while shooting arrows through its surroundings. The scent of late fall weaved through the firmament, warning animals and people everywhere to prepare for winter.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, two boys had their arms wrapped around themselves in aversion.
"Please come here. I won't hurt you. I promise." The Centaur repeated, holding his hand out to coax the teens toward him.
Harry took a step, but hesitated, risking a glance at Draco behind him in the process. As both Draco and Harry ambled toward the ethereal being, he chuckled. A smile lit up on his scarred face, and he asked, "Why be so fearful of me?"
Draco turned to Harry, and looked back at the apparition nervously. "You're a- a ghost. A centaurian ghost. I never even knew such beings could exist on the Earth after death." He stated rudely. The Centaur just laughed, and shook his head.
"No, no, boy. You got it *all* wrong! I am not like all of the other Centaurs. My name is Chiron- I am sure you know about me?" He asked, holding out his hand. Draco took it cautiously, and stood back for Harry to do the same.
"Well, I've read about you- I don't know about Potter, here." Draco gestured rudely toward the still-hooded boy. Harry rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.
The ghost just laughed again. "Well, you're right about me being a *ghost*, but you're awfully wrong about where I'm now staying. My spirit usually resides in the heavens, where most spirits go after this world. I had to deliver a message to you both- as it's very important." He finished, stamping a foot in confirmation.
Draco huffed. "Well...Get on with it then. What is it?" He asked impatiently.
The Centaur frowned down on that. "You had better be lucky that I am even volunteering to talk to you, boy. From the way things are going, you will be dead in a week! Keres do not just haunt you in your sleep for the rest of your life! They will start to manifest in different ways! There have been stories of them manifesting physically!" He yelled, making both ignorent adolscents shudder. Draco shrank back in fear, but regained his posture after reminding himself of his Malfoy heritage.
Chiron sighed, and closed his eyes to calm himself. "I'm sorry. I do not know what has gotten into that man! Asclepios was such a nice boy when I was training him. In less than a month, he has turned -" He hesitated. "he has turned evil."
"Chiron, what's going on? What does everyone mean?" Harry asked, his eyes darting between the blonde and the Centaur both.
"Asclepios somehow sent the Keres after -- What's your name boy?" The Centaur asked Draco.
"Draco- Draco Malfoy, sir." He announced politely, not wanting to anger the beast again. The Centaur nodded and continued.
"Well, Asclepios sent the Keres, Spirits of Death, upon Draco here, for reasons of revenge." This confused Harry, but Draco understood what this revelation had meant. Obviously, he had somehow angered the god by means of killing someone- and the only people he had killed were muggles. Ok, so they were many muggles, but never the less he had killed them.
"What revenge? What did Draco do to ever deserve this?!" Harry asked, anger in his eyes. Draco secretly smiled, for there was a warm, fuzzy feeling that he liked in his stomach at someone saying his name instead of 'Malfoy', 'boy', or worse of all, 'Ferret.' He was even more joyous at someone being angry *over* him than *at* him.
The Centaur saw this, and smirked. He knew there was something about both boys that he didn't know about, but he didn't bother prying. "Obviously, Harry, he has done something to anger the god- most likely killed someone that he dearly loved or that he was related to." He layed out.
Harry thought about this, and his features relaxed. The Centaur shook his head, his chocolate eyes sad. "I feel guilty that you are both suffering for this. If I had not taught him the means of healing, I wouldn't have angered Zeus and he wouldn't have died and became a god. Now he rules over more than he did when he was mortal." Chiron said gravely.
"It wasn't your fault- don't blame yourself." Harry said, staring into the Centaurs ghostly eyes.
Draco felt a wave of hopelessness come over him, and he quietly went over to a rock viewing the crystal clear waterfall. It reflected the moon less than perfectly, ripples going through the image like his feelings through his soul. 'I can't stop a God!' Draco stared out, his eyes glazed over. The gold, silver, and pearl white color of free fish swimming along kept his eyes from tearing up. All of his concentration was used staring sadly out toward the fish. Weaving, in. Out. In. Out.
"Um- Malfoy?" Draco heard behind him. The voice was soft - quiet. Draco smiled to himself, and turned around slowly.
"Oh. Hey, Potter." Draco said, a frown returning to his pale face.
"Uh- Mind if I sit down?" He asked nervously. Draco gestured toward the space on the rock beside him, and sighed. This day was getting worse and worse. As he found out more about the thing that was after him, he found out how the situation was much more hopeless than it had seemed at first, and he didn't suit well at not knowing what his fate would be.
After an uncomfortable silence, Draco sighed. "Potter- you should have left me there. It would've been better than dying at the hands of those- those-" He paused. "Monsters." He looked painfully over to Harry, his gray eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Harry wanted to hug him so badly. He *knew* what the Slytherin had done to him in the past. He remembered the words of Hermione, and what she had said in Divination. It kept rolling around in his head like a chant- but like many things he did, his heart and intuition always won out over his head and common sense. So he concentrated on how it would feel to hug his slim figure. To comfort and wipe the tears from his eyes.
A thought then startled him out of his reverie. This was the same exact rock that Kato and his Love had kissed on.
"Come on. We're going to take a walk." Harry demanded, pulling Draco up gently by his arm. He was slightly heavy, for he didn't feel like getting up with all of his feelings weighing him down. He just wanted to sit there- and rot.
Draco felt like he would go into an emotional breakdown soon, and he would end up humiliating himself infront of the Boy-Who-Lived. The boy who had probably never cried. Who had always been happy around his friends- who had probably had the perfect life. He knew that this last thought had a chance of being incorrect, for he had still remembered the Doondakug in Care of Magical Creatures. What it had said that had made Harry react terribly to it.
"Malfoy, Chiron said that Apollo's Prophecy is-" At this, Harry stopped. He noticed that Draco wasn't reacting. He wasn't even listening to him. He just kept staring at the ground, a lost look in his eyes.
Draco was trying *so* hard not to break down. He kept chanting in his head over and over not to break down. Not to show his weakness. Not to cry-
"Draco, it's *ok* to cry!" Harry stressed, grabbing Draco's chin to look into his pained eyes. He had heard the chant in the other boy's head, and he had felt a wave of empathy come over him. He couldn't just sit there while the boy suffered.
Draco's jaw trembled at the cold fingers that encircled his chin. He couldn't hold it in- it ripped at his insides. It was like the Keres had shredded his soul up so much that he couldn't survive anymore.
With a whimper, he leaned into Harry, wrapping his arms around his neck. The pain filled, heavy sobs then followed that, echoing into Harry's robes. With that, he spilled into his tears all of the nightmares, all of the guilt during the past summers, all of the envy and the jealousy, everything his father had tried brainwashing him into believing.
Harry carressed his back slowly, muttering things to soothe the upset boy in his arms. At that moment, he didn't care that it was his tormentor. The boy was at risk of dying, and as much as Harry knew that he should have been celebrating, he knew that if Draco died, he would die, too- After all, there had to have been a reason he was involved in all of this.
Something that Draco was mumbling into his robes had startled him. He was sobbing 'Sorry' over and over again, apologizing and naming each thing he had done wrong to Harry and his friends. He then started screaming something about how sorry he was for killing all of those people, and how they had looked so hopeless.
The last thing that Draco said had made Harry shed a single tear. "...and I'm sorry that I'm even alive! That I was born!" He screamed into Harry's chest. He couldn't stand what he had said, so he pushed Draco's shoulders back and looked into his red-rimmed eyes.
"Don't say that, Malfoy! Don't!" Harry had to admit, he was angry that Draco would be so selfish as to even think that he shouldn't have been born.
Draco was surprised at the show of emotion, and tears were still tracking down his cheeks. He looked around him aimlessly. "I-I'm sorry-"
But before he could get anything more out, Harry interrupted. "Stop saying sorry! It won't help what you've already done." Draco frowned, and he looked to the ground. 'So Potter isn't willing to forgive me...' His thought trailed off as he pushed Harry off, and started walking slowly away from him.
'What the hell?! What did I say to make him mad?!' Harry asked himself in confusion. "Wait! Come back!" Harry pleaded. Draco halted in midstep.
"Why should I? If I'm not going to be forgiven, then I need to go to Hell where I belong! After all- I'm going there pretty soon, anyways." Draco replied scornfully, his back toward Harry.
Harry stood idly choked and upset. His face was contorted in dread and worry. "No- No! Don't do what I think you're going to do!" Harry screamed, tears now sliding down his cheeks.
"Too bad. I need to leave. I don't have any use in this world anymore-" He said calmly. At that, Draco pointed his wand to his chest. "Goodbye, Harry." He muttered, closing his eyes slowly. "Avada..."
But before Draco could even get the last word out, Harry had jumped at him, pummeling and pinning him to the forest floor. Draco fought as hard as he could to get the muscled boy off of him, but it was no use. When he had reached for his wand that was a few inches away, Harry had caught it with seeker reflex, and had threwn it somewhere far off in a pile of leaves.
Harry was now straddling Draco's waist, and wouldn't let him get up. Every time Draco had screamed for him to get off, his grip on his wrist would get tighter and tighter.
"Harry, get off me this instant!" Draco screamed as loud as he could.
"No! I'm not just going to let you throw away your life when we still have a chance!" At this, Harry re-worded his statement, and yelled, "*YOU* still have a chance, Draco!"
At this, he had stopped struggling, and he looked into Harry's glistening green eyes.
"Apollo's prophecy is that you are going to have to be there to help me defeat the Darkness! The Darkness is Voldemort, Draco! Don't you get it?! I *need* you! Without you, I'm going to die!" He screamed, a few tears releasing from the corners of his eyes.
Draco was stunned- so this was what Harry had been talking about before. This was the reason that everything so far had involved him and Harry.
Harry looked into the blank face of the blonde, searching his gray eyes for a reaction. He stood up, wiping the leaves off of him. "So what do you say, Malfoy? Live and kill off this bastard called 'Voldemort', or die knowing you hadn't done anything for anyone, and kill both of us?" He asked calmly, frowning. He then held out his hand, waiting for either flesh or air.
Draco thought really hard about this. Harry was giving him a choice. If Draco decided to kill himself, he wouldn't be there to stop him- but if he lived, Harry would stand by him and they would defeat the Dark Lord together. They would be known as the two greatest Wizards in the Wizarding world.
A smile of hinting hope tugged at Draco's lips, as he grasped the offered hand. Harry smiled, and pulled the boy up quickly.
"Accio, wand!" Harry muttered, pointing toward the pile of leaves. The wand shot straight into his open hand, and he offered it to Draco. He hesitantly recieved the wand, and he looked down towards his shoes.
"Thanks." He muttered in shame.
"Your welcome." Harry replied smiling.
"No- I mean it. Really. Thank you. This- everything. It means alot to me." He said quietly, looking into Harry's eyes. Draco didn't know how the wonder-boy did it, how he had saved him from himself two times. Harry really didn't understand how much Draco cherished the thought of getting another chance at his life.
But instead, Harry chuckled ignorantly, and muttered another 'Your welcome,' before grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him through the trees.
It was now raining hard, and it was difficult to see through the bleary dropplets that kept drowning their eyes.
In the darkness, they couldn't see the blood-stained creature sneaking up behind their backs-
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Chapter Notes:::: Lol, lotsa Angst in this chapter, I know. I *also* know I left it at a cliffhanger, but that shouldn't be too hard to live with for a day or two, eh? Are you all figuring it out, yet? Anyone? Lol, well if you've got an inkling, don't talk about it in the reviews, kk? =)