Until Death

Until Death

Part Three

Ah, flight. Flying. The sky, so blue. On my own wings, on my own. No father, no Harry, nothing to bother me. Freedom. Freedom from all. Oh how wonderful this is. Wait...what happened to the sky? The clouds? The ocean? Where had it all gone? This house...what's happening? Oh God, it's hot in here. Fire! Get water! Aaaagghhh! Suffocating...Smoke...Flames... constricting my breath...Must find a way out...Oh no. Dying... slowly... painfully. Darkness...Must reach for... for...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Draco woke up from his dream. He did not realize where he was. He tried to brush his hands over his face, to rid himself of the sweat but his hands were bound. He did not feel so good. He felt like vomiting. Everything was dark, again. But this time, he was not on the train. He was out on the cold snowy forest floor tied to a tree. God, what happened? I feel like I got hit by a train. His vision was blurry. He looked to his left and there was another body by him. Their hair was short and looked like a rat made a nest in it while he was lying there. They had glasses on, circular rims which reflected the shreds of moonlight that filtered through the tall branches of the forest. He shook his head violently to clear it. His vision became clearer. He saw that the body next to him was Harry, who was out like a light. In the distance, he heard arguing, loud arguing of angry people.

"No, no, no!!! You were supposed to get the one with the glasses, you idiot!"

"He only said to grab the one with the hat!"

"And there were two of them!"

"Then look at the faces next time!! You all are fucking bloody idiots!! Do you realize how angry he's going to be when he finds this out?!" Draco did not like the sound of this arguing. He didn't know who they were and, by the sound of it, didn't want to know.

"Accio wand," he whispered. His wand came out of his pocket and went into his hands. He performed an unbinding spell and was about ready to run off. But then he thought he couldn't just leave Harry there. What are you talking about?! Of course you can! He's Harry Potter for Christ's sake! Just walk away. Would he unbind you? Of course not! So keep walking. No time for heroics, Draco. He wanted to take his father's voice and kill it. Just stomp it into the ground and kill it until there was nothing more of it. Defiance was worth anything. Damn his father. He went over to Harry and unbounded him. He fell over on his side onto the freshly fallen snow. "Harry!" Draco whispered as he tapped Harry's face. He did not wake up. He took a handful of snow and rubbed it in Harry's face. His eyes ran wide open and he jumped back. "Potter, stop acting like an idiot and listen to me!" he whispered.

"Why should I?" Harry asked cruelly. The unkindness in his voice hurt Draco a little, knowing that he hated him.

"Because our lives are at stake here, Potter! Now just bloody listen to me! Or do you want to die?" Draco murmured. Harry just looked at him in his angry eyes.

"Why did you wake me? I thought you hated me. Why didn't you leave me out here to die?"

"Would you stop already?! We have to get out of here before we both die! Is that what you want? Now, there are angry people over in the distance arguing over you-"

"I feel special."

"Godamnit, Potter, shut the hell up and let me talk!! We have to get out of here. They want to kill you and me. We go this way-" he pointed to his right "-and I think we can get out of here without them noticing for a while."

"How do I know you're not going to kill me if I follow you?"

"Because your more of worth to me alive than dead. People would pay nice amounts of money to see you alive. So I have nothing to worry. Now follow me."

"So I'm your bounty?"

"YES! Now let's go!"

"I'm going this way." Harry pointed to the opposite direction Draco was going.

"Fine, if you want to die. I'll tell them there was nothing I could do for you because you were dead when I found you."

"Fine."

"Fine." They both went in the opposite direction the other one was going. Harry could not believe it. He follow Draco, the guy who hated him the most? God knows what he might do to him.... The thought of it sent chills down his spine. Draco went off in the other direction, looking back with angry eyes, but how he wished Harry would have listened to him. Maybe if Harry would just walk with him for a little while, he would understand why he was feeling this way. Why he felt so miserable, why he could never be happy for once.

His family was never happy for a good reason. One couldn't say his parents had the best marriage. The yelling his father would do, his mother would look away and not say a word. He wished his mother would say something back to the cruelty of his father's words. He sat on the side, only a young child, helpless, wishing he could do something, anything to help his mother. His childhood was nothing but darkness and helplessness. He wondered why he had ever been born a Malfoy. Yes, his family was the most respected Wizarding family and one of the richest. But that truly did not matter. If he could have one wish, he wished he could fill the void in his life, the emptiness his mother left behind when she died, the anger his father forced in him. Even in a crowd of people, he felt alone.

He put his hands inside his robes' pockets and continued to walk through the snow. Everything was so cold, but with Harry's reaction, everything was twenty degrees colder. He looked up into the branches in hopes of a sign on where to go. Nothing. All he saw was darkness. Damn it all. Everything he saw rang a memory of sadness he chose not to remember. Why couldn't he ever be happy for once in his life, than sending him through a life of pain and torture? Why did he have to go through all this? None of it made sense.

As he came by a small stream, the moonlight bounced off of the glistening water and shone through the forest. It was almost like the stream itself was giving off light. He walked over to the running stream and kneeled down in the snow to look at it. He wondered why it hadn't frozen up like the other streams he came across. He dipped his hand in the water and raised it out. As he held his hand out to the moonlight, it glowed. As it glowed, it then burst into flames. It didn't hurt at all thought. As the flames tried to ravage his hand, he saw shadows in the background, one leaning over the other, as they lied on the floor. Then the flames disappeared. The water was water again. He angrily shook his hand. "NO, NO, NO!!! WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT HAPPENS NOW?!? GODAMNIT!!! DAMN IT ALL!! THIS MAKES NO GODAMN SENSE!!! GGGAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed furiously at his hand. He stuck his hand back in the water and raised it again to the moonlight. Nothing. He did it again and again and all he got was nothing. He finally gave up and stomped away heatedly cursing to himself. He wanted more than ever to hit himself. None of this was making any sense at all.

As he continued trudging through the snow, he heard footsteps behind him... fast-paced footsteps. He looked behind him in hopes of it being Harry, realizing he went the wrong way, forcing himself to walk with him. But he thought wrong. He saw angry men chasing towards him, with their hoods up, covering their faces. He only guessed they were Death-Eaters, because of the capes and hoods, along with them shouting Unforgivable Curses at him. Damn Potter got me into trouble with my own kind. Figures. Draco quickly picked up speed and ran to any direction in which to loose them. As he sped ahead of them, he quickly noticed an old log shack and ran in that direction. He opened the door and shut it quickly. It was black as anything inside that house. But as he silenced his breath, he realized he wasn't the only one in that old shack. He continued to walk backwards, getting closer to the breathing, and his backside ran into something...or someone. He wheeled around and shouted "CRUCIO!!" hoping to hurt whatever was in there. His shot missed and he yelled "LUMOS!!" and his wand lit up. Nothing was to be found in the entire course of the shack.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, MALFOY?!?" a familiar voice said. He looked around wildly for the source and discovered Harry was in the shack, too.

"Well, what the hell is wrong with you? I don't wait in the shadows and jump out at people!" Draco argued.

"Well I don't barge in on other people's hiding places and shout Unforgivable Curses at them!" Harry said. Draco heard the men who had been chasing him right outside the shack. They were yelling at each other on how their going to tell the Dark Lord how they lost Harry Potter.

"Sssshhhh!!! Get down!!" Draco said.

"What? Why?" Harry asked.

"Just do it, damnit!" Draco extinguished his light and pushed Harry down the ground with his arm. Harry and Draco laid on the ground and listened attentively to the voices outside.

"Where did they go?!"

"We don't know!"

"IDIOTS!!! IMBOSILS!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!?! CAN'T EVEN PERFORM A SIMPLE TASK?!?!"

"Hey, these sixteen-year olds aren't slow and easy to catch like the others!"

"We need Harry Potter, you fools!! The Dark Lord will have our heads!!"

Draco looked to Harry who looked to Draco and whispered, "I don't like the sound of that."

"Neither do I," Draco whispered very quietly as he looked out the window. It would have been possible that only a mouse had heard his words. As he realized where his arm was, he had a sense of unreality. How he wanted to hold him closer to him and keep him from harm...NO!! You CANNOT do that!! Do you have ANY idea what you would do to yourself? Don't even TRY it, Draco. He took his arm off of Harry's back and rested it to his head.

"We better get going. You three, go that way. You, you, and you go that way. NO, other way, you idiot. The rest will come with me. Kill the blonde one. Catch the one with glasses. Those are orders." It was a while Harry and Draco waited in darkness before they both were sure they could stand up or talk.

"Looks like we're stuck here for a while," Draco said to Harry.

"Oh, fun. Great," Harry commented sarcastically.

"Hey, being with you in this shack is no tea party either, Potter. Let's just get that straight," Draco said.

"Well woopdie-fucking-do! Can we at least get a fire going in this place?" Harry asked.

"NO!! The flames will give of smoke, which will lead the Death-Eaters here! Do you really have a death wish, Potter?"

"I only have a death wish reserved for you, Malfoy." That knife again. That awful pain in the center of his chest, just like when Harry thought he would kill him. He just wished Harry would trust him. He understood about all the taunts and teases and he regretted every one of them. He just wanted to tell him that he was sorry, sorry for everything.

You're sorry?!? ARE YOU MAD?! Don't be so ridiculous. Do you truly want to desecrate the family name? If so, then go on ahead and ruin it.

BY GOD SHUT THE HELL UP!! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!! YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY!!

I am merely looking out for your family's well being.

NO, YOU'RE NOT!! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT HAS MADE ME MISERABLE SINCE THE DAY MOTHER DIED!!

Your mother died because of you.

SHE DID NOT!

Oh, yes she did. If you would have spoken up to your father-

Oh, now you're being the good side now?

...

Exactly. You have done nothing but make me miserable. So what I am going to do is stick you in the back of my mind and never let you out. Never. I have listened to you for too long and now it's time to end it. Damn my father. You are merely his creation sent here to torment me. I cannot believe it took me until now to realize that...that...I've-

DON'T YOU DARE THINK IT, DRACO MALFOY!!!

I have fallen for Harry. After he made that notion in his mind, his father's voice did not ring in his ear. He did not hear a mumble from it. He smiled so bright, he could have lit up the entire cabin. He had never felt so good, to finally be free of his father, to be free from his restrictions. Now the next task was how to tell Harry, the one who hated him the most, the truth he had been waiting to set free.