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Chapter 27 The Night Before The End


Lucius Malfoy had always considered himself not to be a god fearing man. He was more of the power hungry type, and how could you be the most powerful if you were fearful of someone else?...No matter who that someone was. That's why he could now look Voldemort right in the eye, telling him to his face about his son's betrayal and attempted suicide without getting so much as a raised heartbeat.

For the most part the scaly bastard had taken it rather well. Maybe he wouldn't have had such nasty skin if he used moisturizer every once in awhile...and people wondered why he could talk to snakes. Lucius did a double take on his recent thoughts, and found that he was starting to sound very very gay. But hey a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do to have perfect skin. It's not as if the blond's thoughts would have been frowned upon by the bastard, it was common knowledge that becoming a death eater was like signing a contract to be molested...Lucius himself not excluded.

Okay so he held a little teensy tiny grudge, but under the circumstances it wasn't unreasonable. Because no self respecting person could just take that lying down...hence the switch. Rather than continue to be raped by some old sleazebag, he opted to switch to the more than likely winning side. That little bastard Potter couldn't have been lucky that many times without a reason. It was obvious he would win, and if he didn't...well nobody knew that Lucius was a spy now did they?

"Tell me Lucius why is it that you were at the school in the first place?" Damn when did he get here? Silas always gave him the creeps, partially because he always seemed to know more than he was letting on. Lucius knew that the kid had some wicked powers, he just wished he knew what all those powers were.

"One of my son's friends, Crabbe I believe, sent me a letter informing me something had happened, and requesting my presence immediately." He could kiss that tubby wanker right now for giving him an excuse to be at the castle. The stupid red eyed twit smirked at him, and Lucius noticed how Harry seemed to mirror his image. He really had to speak to his son about sleeping with such obnoxious people, that is if he ever saw him again.

"Draco couldn't have been found more than a couple hours ago...You got there awfully quick. Too quick one might think...Suspiciously quick you could almost say." Lucius sent a death glare to the teenage prick. It was obvious that he knew something, but just how much of that something he couldn't say.

"What can I say when it comes to my son I'm always in rush." He could have sworn he heard Silas scoff at that...He always had really hated that mini Voldemort. Lucius looked around and saw that most of the death eater eyes around the room were focused on the pair. "How is it my prince that you know so much about my son's condition in the first place? I haven't even made it public knowledge about when he did this to himself." Two pairs of red eyes narrowed. One in suspicion, the other in furry.

"I suppose it was just a lucky guess...I have those from time to time you know." Oh Lucius did know. Not only was Silas Voldemort's child, but he was also top consultant for the death eaters. He always seemed to know the most outrageous things...things no normal person could ever know. But then again one would never describe Silas as a normal person.

"Yes, well Draco's also missing. I don't suppose you would have any guesses on his location, would you?" He couldn't keep the cold bitterness out of his voice, and he realized that to everyone listening it might sound a lot like an accusation...which of course is exactly what is was.

"Lucius it seems to me like you're implying that my son had something to do with Draco's unfortunate accident. Please tell me I'm wrong." You're not wrong you child molesting bastard, you're precious Silas ruined my son and took away everything he had to live. Oh and we have a sneaky suspicion that he snuck into his bed and kidnapped him. But then again he couldn't really say all that could he?

"No, of course not my lord. I was just wandering if the prince might have any leads...I am very worried about him." Was it just him or were the death eaters starting to get awfully close?

"Well that's a good question. Silas do you have any idea as to where the little traitor himself is? I would personally like to punish him." Lucius resisted the urge to sneer at the very notion of letting Voldemort be the one to punish his son. He could do that by himself thank you very much.

Sure Lucius hadn't been the best of fathers, pretty crappy in fact, but that didn't mean he didn't care about the little snot. He might not have been there whenever he really needed him, but he was there when he said his first word, which by the way made Lucius extremely proud when the first word uttered from his son's lips was pureblood. It had been a happy day. He was also there when he lost his first tooth, and when he flew in his first Quidditch game. He had bought him everything that his heart desired, whatever he wanted was laid at his feet for him.

Maybe he hadn't pressed him on the more important matters like... How was your year at school? or Have you met some special girl this year?...or really in his case it should have been special guy. He of course was a good enough father not to make his son answer to Voldemort, he had already made that mistake himself.

"I don't sense him anywhere...but then again with those injuries of his moving around wouldn't be in his favor." Lucius clenched his fists, trying his best to control his temper. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was already dead."

That did it! He could take groveling at someone he despised feet, but he could not take the cheek from his son's would be murderer. Grabbing his cane, he extracted his wand and placed it quickly at Silas's throat. The average eye couldn't even have seen it, but then again as before none of Silas was normal...not even his eye.

A wand was pointed right back at him, even before all of the other death eaters had seen anything. This didn't however stop Lucius's rage. "You bastard! Don't you dare talk about son like that. I know you had something to do with it, so you bring him to me and you bring him to me now!" Damn, now he was in deep shit.

"Lucius lower you wand from my son's throat." Slowly he did as he was told, the scowl never leaving his face. Silas, with a small triumphant smirk, did the same. "Now you will apologize to him for your accusations, and you will apologize for insulting me." Alright the first he could understand, but how in the world had he insulted Voldemort? Had he accidentally been speaking what he was thinking again?

"You my lord? How is it that I insulted you your grace?" A cold laughter came from Voldemort, and because of it the rest of the death eaters followed suit. People really could be such followers some times. The weird thing was is that they were a follower of him. Really, was there a rule somewhere out there that said you had to follow the crazy person?

"I didn't think it was so difficult. You called my son a bastard, and in doing so took it upon yourself to insult me as well." Lucius flinched at the calmness radiating from the dark lord, and there was still that annoying smirk that Silas was toting. He's used that look so many times...it really could be quite irritating. Maybe that's why people got pissed at him all the time. "Now apologize, or I will be forced to take it upon myself to punish your misgivings."

While gritting his teeth, Lucius got down onto one knee and bowed his head to Voldemort. "Yes of course. I am sorry my lord, for insulting both you and your child." Crawling on his knees, he wobbled over to stand just underneath the villain's knees. He lowered himself all the way to ground, and quickly kissed the monster's dirty shoes. "Please except my humble apology. It's just that I am stressed out over my son's disappearance...I don't know what I'm saying." What a lie...He knew exactly what he was saying, but he raised his mind shields even more to keep that information from Voldemort's knowing mind.

"You are forgiven Lucius." At that Lucius stood back onto his feet, knowing only too well that this discussion was not over. "I can only guess what you might be feeling at the loss of your only son and heir." Lucius turned his head away so that Voldemort would not see him sneer. Silas however caught the stare at full blast. While looking Silas's way Lucius noticed something pretty peculiar. Harry swayed ever so slightly, and grabbed onto his head in what would appear to be pain.

Silas didn't seem to notice his protégé's pain, he instead walked away from him and towards his father. He kneeled onto one knee, the same position Lucius has previously been sporting. Lucius out of the corner of his eye noticed that Harry was now shaking in pain. What could possibly be wrong with him?

"Father I understand his worry, for I am also worried about Draco. Please allow me to take Harry and go scrye for his whereabouts. I'm sure I will be able to locate him in no time." Lucius knew that he shouldn't be staring so obviously at Harry, but the boy was now in a crouched position, and it looked as if blood was flowing from his mask.

"What a remarkable idea, with your help we will be able to put everybody's mind at ease." Lucius could tell that Silas was now smirking in triumph, but for the life of him he couldn't stop watching Harry in agony. What could possibly be wrong with the boy? "But I do wonder why it is that you wish to take Potter with you?" It was a just question, a question that Lucius was sure Silas would have some bullshit excuse for.

"He is Draco's lover is he not? Not only will it help put his mind at ease, but he might also be able to help find out where he has gone to." Truthfully Lucius didn't think Harry could help anyone in this condition, in fact he didn't even know if the boy could even move. You could see his whole body spasming with pain, and yet he seemed to be the only one paying any attention.

"It is a wise plan. Tell me what do you think about it Lucius?" This snapped the blond out of his Harry gazing, and he looked over to where both Voldemort and Silas were staring at him expectantly.

"Oh of course. Anything that you can do my lords I would be most grateful for." Voldemort and Silas continued to make their plans, and seeing as how he wasn't needed in the conversation anymore he turned back to Harry. Though when his eyes fell on him, he gasped in surprise. He was standing up straight, looking forward where all the other death eaters were. One might almost think nothing had even happened. He shook the entire oddity off, and blamed it on him not getting enough sleep. After all what other possible reason could be behind the occurrence?

It seemed that whatever the two dark lords had been talking about was now over, because Silas swished by him, grabbing onto Harry's arm, and disappearing into oblivion. Lucius made a promise to himself that as soon as he got home he was going to take a long overdue nap. That was his solemn vow.
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Hermione and Ron sprinted back towards the headmaster's office. The scrap of paper that she had carelessly ripped out of the book's binding was clutched almost painfully in her hand. Normally she would probably be scolding herself for damaging school property, but now should could give a shit less. She really was starting to think that these friends of hers were a bad influence on here, or hell maybe they were a good. At the time though what did it really matter?

They rounded the corner and almost smacked square into the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. "Swirly twirly gumdrops." The staircase appeared, and Hermione quickly grabbed a hold of Ron's arm pulling him onto the moving stairs. She was so anxious that she ran up the remaining stairs to the door leading to his office.

No sooner were they at the top, then did she barge through the door and head straight towards the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore looked up at the sudden arrival, but strangely enough didn't seem at all surprised by it. Hermione really didn't know why she was so shocked by that though, Dumbledore always knew everything. It was odd though, you would think that if he knew everything all the time he would do a better job of keeping them out of trouble. But then again there could be no lessons learned if he did everything for them, now could there?

"Professor Dumbledore I found it! I found the spell to help Harry!" Hermione noticed with some satisfaction that the twinkle that had been previously missing from the old man's eyes seemed to light back up at full force. Doing that was better than getting a hundred house points from a hundred teachers...This would make anybody feel all warm and tingly inside. Hermione erased that thought from her head when she realized that, however innocent it might be, she had just thought that about her headmaster.

"Well than let's get started shall we." A smile spread across her face, but then it faltered ever so slightly as a thought occurred to her.

"Don't you even want to know what it is?" She would want to. As a matter of fact who the hell in this situation wouldn't? After all the stuff that had gone down this year, after all the betrayals and the deceptions, no one would take something as important as that on blind faith. Not even Dumbledore.

"Certainly not Ms. Granger. I'm sure that whatever you found is what we need to get Harry back. I know how much you care for Mr. Potter, and somehow I doubt that you would try to sabotage his way back." Okay so maybe he had a point there. In any case she peeled the crumbled up piece of paper in front of him. She smoothed out the wrinkled mess as much as she could so that he could see the writing and the illustration of the person getting his eyes zapped.

"See look it all fits. Spiritus Sante transports souls to another realm, and the way you can tell is that the person the spell has been cast upon's eyes will be completely black...Harry's eyes are completely black!" Hermione was only half aware that she was practically yelling hysterically in Dumbledore's face.

"Very good Ms. Granger. I knew I could count on you. Now what do we need to make this play out?" A huge grin spread across Hermione's face, and she knew again why everyone thought that Dumbledore was the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever had.

"Great!" Hermione stopped herself, and her giddiness. "I mean that's good news. It says here that you need to mutter a simple countercurse, and his soul will be sent back to where it came from." Dumbledore gave Hermione a very calculating look, placing his chin on his two entwined hands as he did so.

"That's not all it says though, is it Ms. Granger?" Hermione scrunched up her eyes in confusion, and exchanged looks between Ron on what Dumbledore could possibly be talking about. Of course the look shared between Ron was pretty much one sided. Ron did look confused, but then again since his memory lapse he always looked confused.

"I'm sorry?" Dumbledore raised one of his silver bushy eyebrows at her, which only furthered to confuse her more. He pointed to the bottom of the page, which when she read before was slightly smudged and too hard to read. Hermione's curious nature perked up and she turned her head in a attempt to read the blurry print.

"It says Ms. Granger that in addition to the counter curse a separate connected soul has to travel to the ethereal plane and drag the missing soul back." Hermione's heart stopped. "Now Hermione who do you think that describes?" Hermione started to feel extremely light headed, so to keep herself from falling she stumbled back into the nearest chair.

"Draco...That passage describes Draco." Complete hopelessness flooded through her senses as soon as the words left her mouth. They needed a conjoined soul to get Harry back, if you saw the two of them together you could tell it was fate that put them together, and fate needed to attach the pieces again. The only thing that was putting a snag in fate's plan is that Draco was currently missing in action.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy going awall does put a damper on getting Harry back in tip top condition." She felt like her heart had just shriveled up like a pepper and died. "However..." However, what a lovely lovely word. At such a simple word hope seemed to refill her bosom. Hope that with another crushing word could be extinguished just like a candle flame. "There is another way to get Draco to Harry without having him here."

Hermione couldn't help it, she jumped up from her chair in glee and started pacing anxiously around the room. "There's a way! What way? Please Professor you're killing me here..." A low chuckle came from the old wizard's throat, and Hermione suddenly began to feel rather foolish.

"It's a small hope, but if Mr. Malfoy is incapacitated we can cast the spell on his blood instead." Hermione could almost burst with joy, but then a thought hit her.

"Wait a second, we don't have any of his blood. And what do you mean he has to be incapacitated?" Hermione took a seat back into her favorite nervous chair.

"Well as to his blood...why don't you take a good look at the shirt you're currently wearing." Hermione did as she was told, and what she saw made her mouth drop. Her clothes were still covered in the blond's blood from before. "As to your second question, the only way that the spell will work without him being present is if he is otherwise incapacitated, which judging from his injuries might not be too out in left field." Hermione raised and eyebrow in question.

"Wait what do you mean out in left field? Professor Dumbledore do you watch baseball?" Dumbledore gave her a secretive smile, but said no more on the subject. "Alright enough with the questions...Well I suppose there's just one more." She looked straight into Dumbledore's twinkling blues, and asked the question that was weighing the heaviest on her mind. "What do we do if we can't make the spell work with Draco?"

Dumbledore reached across the desk, grabbing the parchment that held the secret to Silas's soul snatching abilities. After reading through the document he looked up at Hermione with calculating eyes. Eyes that you could tell knew a lot more than they were letting on. "We use you Ms. Granger, we use you."
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Never in a million years did Draco think he could ever be this happy to see a simple pair of green eyes. Though strike that, they weren't just a simple pair of green eyes, nothing about Harry was simple. Not his eyes, not his hair, not his smile, or his laugh, or the fact that his cheeks still turned red every time they kissed, not even how he started to stutter when he was nervous. On second thought he couldn't even fathom how he had ever described Harry's eyes as simple. They looked as if a thousand emeralds and diamonds had burst and joined into one, creating the most perfect sparkling jewels in the world, so perfect in fact that if Harry looked right now skywards his not so simple eyes would light up the heavens the way they were lighting up Draco's world.

Damn, when you're like two seconds away from death you start to get extremely mushy. His mushiness however didn't outweigh his happiness and surprise that his Harry, the Harry that he fell in love with, the Harry that he had betrayed but then done everything to get him back. That Harry was actually staring at him no more than two feet in front of his face, standing there corporal, and very much real.

Very quickly Harry shoved the glasses back over his eyes, and put a finger to his mouth in warning. Obviously he wanted Draco to be quiet, which means that he was trying to pull one over on Silas. How long had Harry been back? How long had he been putting on an act? It couldn't have been all that long, Draco had just seen him. He had just seen him no more than an hour ago.

Not really knowing what the hell was going on, Draco rolled over onto his back so that his head was facing where Harry was kneeling. Really this would be a shock to anyone's system, let alone a system that was as injured as Draco's was. With every breath he took he could feel his chest constricting more and more.

Draco raised an arm to his chest and trying to clear his air passages, let out a few wheezing coughs. He didn't even bother wiping off the blood on his lips that came from his injured lungs. To Draco's enormous surprise Harry leaned forward so that he was crouched right over the blond's body.

In an act that Draco thought Harry would never do, he leaned down, placing a small kiss on his forehead. Draco drew in a breath at the small amount of physical contact that had been missing for so long. Their foreheads were currently rested together in an almost intimate way.

Not that Draco wasn't insanely happy about everything that was going on at this moment, but truly it wasn't all that smart to be doing what they were doing. In fact it seemed rather stupid. If he was trying to play one up on Silas then this was a pretty stupid way to act. Draco raised his eyes up and tried to meet them with Harry's. When they finally did he tried to convey through a simple look that if he wanted this to work that he should back off. Though in his heart he never wanted Harry to stop touching him again.

Harry switched where he was resting his head, so that it was resting right on the blond's earlobe. "Don't worry Draco. I'll take care of it...I'll take care of you." His voice was barely above a whisper, and yet Draco could still hear the raw emotion seeping through. He could also tell that the small fragile boy was about one second from losing it.

"Harry as much as I like watching you give Draco a good bye kiss...either get up here right now, or I will kill you and anybody that tries to show mercy to that dirty cockroach." Harry didn't move though. Draco scrunched up his face, he wasn't sure whether or not it was from pain or the fact that he was about to cry. No matter the reason, he looked back into Harry's not so simple eyes giving him a small nod and a sad smile. Without words giving Harry permission to leave his side. Or more importantly giving Harry permission to let him die.
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Hermione paced anxiously around the floor of the now Dumbledoreless office. It had been over an hour since they had used the first spell to try to bring Draco to Harry, and they still had no idea as to whether or not their plan had worked. A half hour ago Dumbledore had excused himself, saying that he had to get something important, and Hermione had been wearing holes in the floor ever since.

Every once and awhile she would glance over to where Ron was seated and see how he continued to give her looks that said one thing 'you're out of your mind' Of course she couldn't disagree with him on this notion, it must seem that way to him. As a matter of fact it must seem to him that everyone has lost their minds, himself not excluded.

The worry that wouldn't leave her mind was that what if she did have to be the one to go get Harry. Sure they were best friends, best friends who have suffered sort of a falling out as of late. Not to mention the fact that where ever Harry was he probably hated the world. She gathered that the only way to bring him back was to convince him to come back. That meant that he had to want to come back, and that was something Hermione really wasn't sure he would want anymore...especially if Draco was already dead.

That was another thing. What was the possibility that the small blond was even still alive? It wasn't a good one, he was almost dead when she had brought him in. Anymore stress on his system and his body would go into renal failure. Who knows what he could be going through now. However much she might hate him for what he did to Harry, she wouldn't wish what he was probably going through on anyone. Well except maybe Silas, in fact in Silas's case she might wish for a whole hell of a lot more.

"Maybe you should sit down." Hermione stopped her pacing, and turned sympathetic eyes to Ron. This might be the perfect time to fill him in on what exactly is happening to him now. He raised an eyebrow at her, and pointed to the plush chair right across from him. With a small smile Hermione sat down and turned to face Ron. He was looking at her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. Truthfully she had no idea where the first part came from. In her mind she had done nothing for the red head to be admiring her for.

"Ron look I know this must be hard for you, but believe me as soon as we can we will get you help for your memory problem." Hermione reached out and placed a small comforting hand on Ron's pale clammy one. She noticed how he seemed to bite his lip in frustration...truthfully she didn't blame him.

"Will I ever get my memory back Hermione? You seem to know a lot about what will happen to me, so please tell me the truth." Hermione felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, and she did the only thing she could in this situation. She pulled Ron into a deep hug, and lied through her teeth.

"Oh of course you will, as soon as we're done here we'll take you to St. Mungos and they'll restore your memory." She latched onto the red head even tighter. "Don't you worry you'll be the Ron we all know and love in no time." The tears that had been threatening her finally fell and wetted the shoulder of one Ronald Weasley. In truth she had very little hope that they could get his memory back, most backfired memory spell patients ended up in the same ward as Lockhart and poor Neville's parents.

"Love?" Hermione's fingernails tightened into the back of Ron's shirt at the quietly uttered word. Quickly wiping her eyes on his shoulder she once more looked him in the face, arms never leaving his touch. "I don't know what I did to deserve the love of such a beautiful girl, or her help for that matter...but I am eternally grateful for your kindness."

A few stray tears fell from her face at their own volitation. Hermione made no move to wipe them away, instead she did something entirely different. Hermione leaned forward so that their noses were touching, and then finally so that their lips barely met in the sweetest kiss she had ever had the privilege of receiving.

It was during that Cloud 9 moment when Dumbledore felt the need to make his presence known. With a rather loud cough the two broke apart and had the modesty to look guilty at their situation. After the sense of guilt wore away Hermione remembered why they were really here, and sprang up in action.

"Professor Dumbledore did you get what you needed? Are we going to do the procedure?" Hermione's brain was running at a million miles a minute, and her heart was going at almost the same speed. Dumbledore put a hand up to both silence her and help to calm her down.

"Yes Ms. Granger we are going to go through with the spell as planned, and yes I did get what I needed." Hermione watched with some fascination as Dumbledore pulled a worn out rag from his inner robes. Upon further inspection the rag seemed to be wrapping something up inside of it.

"Ms. Granger this is something that Harry will be able to take with him from the ethereal plane and back to his normal body." Hermione on instinct reached out her hand, but Dumbledore didn't budge. Instead he looked her sternly in the eye before continuing. "I must ask that you don't look at what it is, only give it to Harry." He gave her a small smile. "I daresay once he sees what it is he will have no problem figuring out what to do with it." Hermione took the wrapped package and noticed that it was rather heavy. She placed it in her pocket, looking once more at Dumbledore. "Now Ms. Granger are you ready?"

Hermione looked first at Ron and gave him a small smile, before turning once more to Dumbledore. "As ready as I'll ever be." Dumbledore nodded, and then without further delay grabbed his wand, casting the same spell that he had previously cast on Hermione's old shirt. After the spell hit her the girl felt everything begin to fade, and then finally her whole world went black.
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The fogginess from Hermione's eyes began to fade away, and soon her vision turned from a blurry black back to normal. It was odd but whatever she had landed on felt soft, but extremely wet. Bracing her hands on whatever it was she was sitting on, Hermione boosted herself up to look around.

The sight almost took her breath away. There were crumbling towers everywhere, and clouds as far as the eye could see. Well that is until a certain raven haired boy blocked the view. It took a few moments to register in Hermione's mind what she was actually seeing, but as soon as it got to her brain she jumped to her feet.

"Harry! Oh my god it actually worked." Hermione was practically jumping for joy up and down around him. Harry himself didn't exactly look all that happy. He had a scowl on his face, and his arms were crossed across his chest. That didn't however register with Hermione, she was more focused on her insane happiness and switching from hugging Harry and bouncing in place.

"It's busy around here lately. That's two annoying visitors in one day. What did I do to deserve this luck? Although of course for all I know it could have been a few years...Time doesn't really seem to exist in this place." This worked to kill Hermione's enthusiasm. She also stopped her jumping, opting to instead just stand there and stare until one part of Harry's statement came back to her.

"Wait you mean Draco was here? It actually worked, Draco came here?" Hermione noticed how at the sound of the blond's name Harry's eyes seemed to darken considerably. It just seemed to dawn on Hermione how hard getting Harry to agree to come back might be.

"Yes prince charming was here." The venom in his voice while he was saying that gave a good inclination just how he felt about the blond in question. "He was here, and then he left...again." Harry's fists were clenched at his sides, and he was awfully shaky. "He was bloody and gross, and there was a chunk of his hair missing...and he said he was dying." Hermione's face softened as she heard the hysterical sadness in his voice, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he broke down in sobs.

She was also very aware of the way he was describing Draco's condition. He had said that he was missing a chunk of his hair, which means that he had to have undergone some sort of punishment, which means that he was in worse shape now then he even was before. It also didn't escape her on how Draco had told Harry that he was dying.

"Harry did Draco say anything else?" She really didn't want to pry, but she had to get all the facts straight to determine whether or not Draco was even still alive. It broke her heart when she saw a single tear slide down her friend's face.

He hastily wiped it away, quickly looking in another direction to try to disguise his pain. "Oh yeah he said other stuff...just normal Draco stuff. More lies...He said he loved me." Harry paused for a moment and Hermione saw how his bottom lip was trembling. "And he said that he killed himself because he couldn't be with me." Hermione felt a tear slip down her face as Harry placed a hand over his mouth to stop the sob about to escape from him.

After his momentary break down he seemed to get a hold of himself, and put his hand back down to his side. Harry sniffed and a small smile appeared on his face. "Oh he also mentioned how he wanted to get a nice good bye fuck...You know one last go at me before he turns into worm fodder." Even though this probably was a terrible time to do that, she couldn't help but give a small chuckle.

"I can't believe he actually said that." Hermione wiped away the tears that had previously fallen down her cheeks. "I mean I know that boy was..." She corrected herself. This was definitely not a good time to already condemn Draco as dead. " Is completely obsessed with sex, but in the condition he must be in, for him to think of that...well it is very much a Draco thing to do." Harry gave her a half smile, before once again going into his sulky mood, and Hermione thought it a good time to get back to business. "Harry did he say anything else...like maybe where he was, or what was happening to him?"

"I don't really know what was happening to him, he mentioned something about Silas kicking the shit out of him...oh wait you don't know who that is he..." Hermione put a hand up to silence him, and took a step forward.

"No Harry I know who Silas is...That's not what I came here to talk about. So he's with Silas. Did he say anything else Harry...Did he tell you were he was?" Harry's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, before rising in suspicion.

"Draco said something about coming back for me before he left again...Why do you want to know so much? Hermione what are you doing here? What's going on?" Well so much for taking the subtle route. Well might as well come clean with everything. They needed to get a move on anyway, who knew what kind of trouble Draco was getting himself into at this moment.

"Alright Harry I have some awesome news for you. We found a spell that can bring you back to your body...all you have to do Harry is want to go back." Hermione ran her hand through her hair, and thought of some more words that could make this situation work better. "Draco could have done this better cuz you guys are connected and all, but then he wasn't here and so we had to use his blood, and then that didn't work out all that well either...and then well you got me, so we should go."

"Hermione stop. You're rambling...What do you mean you found a spell to get me back?...Silas said there was none." It was odd after so many years of knowing Harry she could see him completely different for the first time ever. She didn't see him as the wizarding world's savor like she usually did. No, she saw him as a normal scared kid who has been betrayed and had his heart broken ten times over, and if given the chance would probably be broken ten times again. Tears started to pool in her eyes for about the millionth time, and she had always considered herself to be not a very emotional person .

"Yes Harry we found a spell, and all you have to do is agree to go back to your body and everything will be find. And then you can go to Draco...because Harry he's in big trouble right now and he needs your help...He needs his savior." Hermione wiped her eyes real quick, once more focused on her Harry convincing.

"I'll go back...of course I'll go back, if you can tell me one thing." Hermione hated all of those small little catches that seemed to slow everything down. "Is Draco still alive? Does he still need saving?" She wanted to say yes. She wanted to scream it from the rooftop and make sure everyone heard it, especially Harry. Although of course this was probably the one thing that she couldn't confirm for Harry, because that was the one thing that was weighing heaviest on her mind at the second.

"I can't answer that for you Harry, but if he is still alive then I'm sure...no I know he could really use your help right now."

"You know what Hermione the next time you try to convince someone to make a life changing experience you should probably try to make it sound like the love of that person's life isn't already lying in a coffin somewhere!" Hermione tried not to flinch as Harry pretty much screamed in her face.

"Harry I want Draco to be alive as much as you do, but he's really hurt, and I'm not going to tell you something that will get your hopes up...I won't do that to you." Hermione stepped forward and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Is that what you want Harry? Do you want me to lie to you?" Harry grabbed her hand, throwing it off his shoulder.

"Yes alright! I want you to lie to me! I want you to tell me everything will be alright, and that when I get back Draco will be sitting naked on a bed of roses waiting for me. Is that so much to ask Hermione? I just want one thing to turn out right in my life? Just one bloody thing!"

Hermione didn't know what possibly could have possessed her to do it, but after Harry's outburst she slapped him right across the face. "Harry James Potter I know that life has dealt you some pretty shitty hands, and I know that what you're going through isn't easy right now, but if you don't pick yourself up and stop feeling sorry for yourself then Draco is going to die! Draco, and probably a whole lot of other people. Is that what you want? Could you live with yourself if Draco died because you refused to leave your little place of solitude?"

Harry brought a hand up to his reddening face, and began to rub it absentmindedly. His hair was cascaded over his eyes, so Hermione couldn't see his expression, but if she could she would imagine it to be somewhat murderous. "Hermione I would appreciate it if you wouldn't slap me anymore."

"Of course Harry...of course, but that still doesn't change anything. You need to go back into your body, because if Silas is with Draco then chances are your evil little clone is with him." Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out the wrapped package that had been weighing down her robes. "Here, Dumbledore gave this to me, he said you would know how to use it."

Harry reached out, taking Dumbledore's gift from her, and looking at it he seemed to weigh it in his hand. "What is it Hermione?" Hermione once again ran a hand through her hair, realizing more and more that they were losing time.

"I don't know what it is Harry...Dumbledore said I couldn't see it. But I do know that you have to get a move on and go save your lover boy...So please, can we go now?" Harry slowly nodded, and then without a second to recompose herself the world once again went black.
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Draco shut his eyes, overwhelmed completely with what all had happened to him in the last couple hours. He struggled with the last of his strength to get onto his stomach, feeling mildly ridiculous when said task was so hard. Harry got up from where he previously was kneeling beside Draco, and the blond watched with out of focus eyes as he walked over to where Silas was standing.

His senses were on overload, and his vision continued to go in out so that all he could see now were small flashes of what was happening between Harry and the bastard who made him this way. "Good boy. I'm glad that you've finally come back to your senses." Draco saw a flash of Silas's hand stroking his found again lover's face...It was all too much to handle at the moment. Anger fueled his senses as he watched that small touch, and he struggled even harder to get to his feet. He however was much too weak and fell back to the floor.

"Troubles there Spagettio? You really aren't looking your best tonight. Anything I can do to make you feel better?" Draco once more struggled so that he was just barely holding himself up on his hands and knees. His lungs were burning from just the effort, and he could feel excess blood dribble from his mouth, rolling unnoticed his chin.

"Yeah I know how you can make me feel better, you can die and burn in hell you slimy bastard!" Draco's vision was getting more and more blurry until it was practically black and all he could see were shadows. He did see one particularly familiar shadow lean forward so they were facing each other.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Spagettio, but you know I think I can do something that you're going to love just as much." Draco felt a hand travel to his mangled hair, trying to stroke it in an almost gentle way. The touch just repulsed him though, and he quickly jerked his head away. Right after though he was seriously starting to regret his decision, because his body didn't seem to be at all up for such a move. He started to feel extremely light headed, and had to dig his fingernails into the rug just to keep himself up.

"Oh yeah? Well unless that includes letting me chop your dick into tiny pieces and feed it back to you, then I'm not interested." Draco heard a small chuckle in the background that was quickly covered by a cough, and just that small act made him smile. He watched as the dark blob that was currently invading his vision stood up, going to stand once more by Harry. Draco blinked a few times, getting a few specks of color to come back to him.

"No Ko, what I have planned you'll like much more than that." Draco clenched his jaw when he saw Silas lean in and touch Harry's perfect pink lips. "I think that instead of me killing you, that Harry should do it instead." Draco's vision was going in and out, and he felt an overwhelming sense of dread fill him at the thought of Harry being the one to finally bury him six feet under. Though if you think about it it was rather poetic. Draco had betrayed the one he loved, and in repentance got killed by the one he loved...Breaks your heart don't it?

"You know what Silas I think that's the best idea you've had all night." Draco blinked a few more times, wishing that he had a free hand to try to unclog his ears to see if he had heard right. Did Harry just say that he wanted to kill him? Damn, either Harry was a really good actor, or he was still pissed off about the whole accidentally sending him to another dimension thing...He really hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Did you hear that Spagettio?...Harry thinks it's a good idea." Draco's vision wasn't the best at the moment, but he could have sworn that he saw Harry rake a hand through Silas's spikes. You know he would have been pissed, but there was a good chance he might be hallucinating.

"But first Silas, give me a kiss." Alright so his eyes might be playing tricks on him, but his ears sure as hell weren't. Draco squinted as he saw the two figures come into complete focus for a short time being. Truthfully though he wished they wouldn't have, because it would have spared him the sickening picture that was unfolding before him.

Harry's hand snaked out and stroked Silas's cheek before leaning in and touching their lips together. As if that wasn't enough to make Draco's stomach turn, Harry opened his mouth and let Silas's tongue explore his depths. There was only one odd thing going throughout their little make out fest, Harry's other hand was busy reaching into his robes.

Time seemed to stop for a moment, and then start playing again only in slow motion. Harry pulled a small black a silver dagger from his inner robes, and the dagger that had just been extracted was jutted upwards, stabbing through Silas's breast plate and straight into his heart.

A look of surprise covered Silas's face as he fell onto his knees towards the ground. For a moment Draco stared straight into the eyes of the person who had been tormenting his life for the past year and a half. It was in that moment when he watched Silas's face turn even more pale than it usually was that the blond felt a weight lift from his chest. With this weight gone he practically felt like he could fly, which of course was impossible because he could barely move, but the feeling was there none the less.

He was distracted by the clattering noise coming from where Harry was standing, and upon further observation saw that Harry had finally taken off the sunglasses that had hidden his identity for so long, tossing them carelessly aside. Silas also seemed to notice this, and Draco heard what sounded like hiss through his wheezing. In all actuality he was rather surprised that the hell boy wasn't dead yet, though he wasn't exactly normal was he?

"Honey, I'm home." Harry walked over to the struggling Silas, and with a strong yank, pulled the glistening dagger from his now blood soaked chest. Silas grunted and fell backwards, having to restrain himself with his elbows. "What's the matter Silas you look like you've seen a ghost...or wait maybe that's just the blood loss affecting your color."

Draco struggled to put one hand in front of the other so that he was rested near Harry's feet. Harry looked down on him for a short moment and gave him a small smile, before once more turning a glare towards Silas. "Funny Harry, when did you turn so cheeky? Oh that must have been when you got your little dog to follow you on all fours." Okay so it was kind of a hurt to Draco's pride, but he really couldn't be too concerned with that now, not with Silas bleeding out on the carpet and all.

"Laugh it up Silas. Soon you'll be dead, and Draco and me we'll be just fine...sad isn't it?" Silas attempted to chuckle, but with all the blood that was filling his chest cavity it came out more as a gurgling sound.

"Do you really think a knife could kill me? You're dumber than I thought half-blood." Draco watched Harry's fists clench at his sides, and although he felt ridiculous he tugged on the bottom of his robe to get his attention. Harry's blazing eyes softened when he looked down at his own crumpled form.

"He's egging you on Harry...Don't go by him...Stay away from him and let that little bastard bleed out." He didn't want the desperation to sound so clear in his voice, but there was very little hope left for that idea.

"Listen to your little boy toy Harry...The little worm only wants what's best for you." Draco tried to send a sneer Silas's way, but he was feeling rather light headed so it could have sent it to the table for all he knew. His sneering efforts were brought to a hold when two very familiar hands cupped his cheeks. Looking back he saw that Harry was leaning down on his knees.

Draco's breath hitched when Harry leaned forward and touched their lips together, it seemed like pure bliss. That one simple kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity. When they pulled away it was like winning the lottery then giving all the money to charity. "Don't worry love he can't hurt us anymore...It'll all be over soon, and then we'll get you better." Harry placed another kiss on his lips. "Just let me finish it for the both of us." Draco was frantically shaking his head, but Harry had already walked past him so he didn't see.

Harry wiped the bloody dagger that he seemed to have with him on his shirt. All Draco could see was the back of his lover's figure, but that back, to his immense disliking, was getting closer and closer to Silas. So close in fact that they were practically only inches away. "Now Silas this is me, killing you."
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