Bring me to Life

Bring me to Life

By: Shinigami Alison Black

Darkness...

He can feel it. In his veins.

Mind...

Eyes...

Heart...

Eating him from inside.

His pale hands trembled as silver tears rolled down his pale cheeks. The night had become as cold as ice. He closed his eyes as the wind reach down his spine, his breath becoming ragged. Something burned in his forearm, biting the flesh, causing a searing pain.

He rolled up his sleeve revealing an ugly dark skull with a serpent protruding out of its bony mouth. The Dark Mark. His breath quickened this time in fury. Damn his father!

He was kneeling in the cold snow, his feels numb from the water that soak his trousers. He couldn't move his bones. He was too tired and weak.

//How can you see into my eyes
like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home. //

Three months ago he had graduated from Hogwarts and his father, upon his return home, had ordered him to become a Death Eater at once. His mother hadn't agreed with his father's idea. Attempting to persuade his father to leave him alone, his poor mother had ended up dead.

Narcissa Malfoy was the only thing of value Draco Malfoy had in his life. His mother had been the only one who had understood him and had given him love. If it hadn't been for his mother's pleas to Lucius, he would had been tortured every weekend with a Cruciatus Curse and closed up for days on end in the dungeons. Used as an attempt to make him learn true survival against the Dark ways.

After his mother died at the hands of his father, Lucius had taken great deal of advantage with Draco doing all the things he couldn't when he had been little. Lucius had tortured him until he agreed to be a Death Eater.

Of course, Draco had never liked the idea of becoming a freaky servant to the Dark Lord. He felt that being a Death Eater was a pathetic way of deal with the Dark Arts. For him Lord Voldemort was a stupid lunatic behind famous Harry Potter for absolutely nothing. Damn! Give Potter a rest as least! He had been following the boy for almost seven years! For once Draco understood what Harry was experiencing.

The name Harry crossed his mind once again. If someone can save him from this hell, it was Harry.

//(Wake me up.
Wake me up inside.
I can't wake up.
Wake me up inside.
Save me.
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Wake me up.
Bid my blood to run.
I can't wake up.
Before I come undone.
Save me.
Save me from the nothing I've become.)//

Darkness surrounds his sight for several seconds. A searing pain envelops his hearts, thrusting daggers upon it. He hates his father. He hates being a Death Eater. He hates being alive, experiencing the pain of the damn potion his father thrusts down his throat.

Supposedly, the potion kicks into action every time he disobeys the Dark Lord's orders or attempts to turn spy against them. The potion fills the human heart and mind with total darkness and anger towards anyone good.

It was one of Voldemort's greatest creations to prove loyalty amongst his followers, and it was his father idea to prove if it works. Since his father knew Draco wasn't pleased with being a Death Eater, he decided to prove it on him.

Anger rose within, embracing his body, making his hands tremble as he gripped the cold snow. The potion was kicking into action. He bit his lower lip drawing blood as the snow fell from the sky, covering his cloak and white blonde hair. If he fights the potion too much he could die.

He looked up, cold, silver tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I hate you!!!!!!!!!" he yelled at the dark clouded sky.

//Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life. //

Harry sat on a chair near the window in his flat in London. He watched as the white snow fell outside. He bit his lower lip remembering the day Sirius, one of the closest people to his father, died.

When he was younger, he had been excited that he might be able to live with Sirius someday. His fifth year came, and all his dreams and hope were shattered. Sirius died at the hand of his own cousin Bellatrix Black, who had been married to Rudolphus Lestrange, both well-known Death Eaters. He remembered Sirius's surprised and lifeless expression when the curse (it was a red light not green, so I doubt it was Avada Kedavra) hit him on the chest and sent him falling through the archway.

He closed his eyes and turned away from the window. So many people had suffered in the past years and still he couldn't get rid of Voldemort. He hated the bastard so much. Not only had he killed his parents; he had killed Sirius as well.

//Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life. //

A loudly crash came from the kitchen. Scared he took out his wand and ran towards the kitchen. His eyes widened with shock. Lowering his wand, he saw his archenemy from school, Draco Malfoy all soaking wet, cover in white snow, and blood dripping down his lips.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" cold grey eyes locked with emerald green eyes. Draco crawled towards Harry and he gripped at Harry's dark green sweater.

"Potter you have to help me," Draco wheezed.

"Why should I?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes at the blonde man. "You're a Death Eater!"

"Please!" Harry shook Draco's hands away. Suddenly Draco gasped and grasped blindly around him.

"Where are you Potter!" he said desperately. "I can't see! I can't see!" Harry's eyes widened with shock as a silver tear rolled down Draco's cheek.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked and Draco gripped his chest in agony. Draco's grey eyes looked empty and lost.

Draco opened his mouth but no sound can out.

"What?" Harry asked.

Searing pain grew in his heart, total darkness surrounding his sight. He couldn't see. The pain was unbearable. Harry's mouth widen with terror as Draco coughed up blood. Draco's hands clung his throat as he coughed up blood on Harry's kitchen floor.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked terrified approaching Draco.

"Stay away!" Draco yelled as anger building, completely embracing his body. He couldn't breathe properly. His heart beating so fast that it felt as if it might explode inside his chest. He placed his head in his hands and curled into a ball as voices echoes through his mind.

//Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead. //

(This is who you are.)

"No," Draco whispered.

(You are dead.)

"No," Draco sobbed rocking backwards and forwards.

(You always had been dead. No one can save you!)

"He can!"

(Who?)

"Harry can!" he yelled as Harry looked at him surprised. Draco's nails scratched the floor of Harry's kitchen.

"SAVE ME!" he yelled as every crystal in Harry's kitchen exploded. At that point, Draco blacked out.

//All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me //

Harry bit his lip as he held the unconscious and bleeding Draco in his arms. He picked up his wand and disapperated with a loud crack along with Draco.

//I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.
I've got to open my eyes to everything. //

He couldn't see. Total darkness met his gaze. Where was he?

(You are dead)

Am I?

(Without a soul)

Soul?

(Without an exit)

Is there one?

(No one can save you from this core)

Harry?

Harry can! Harry can save me! He always does that! You liar!

//Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul //

Draco opened his eyes and met two emerald eyes.

"Are you felling well?" he asked. Draco's breath became ragged.

"I'm not," he whispered, a silver tear rolling down his cheek.

"Draco, the Healers say your blood is dead. What happened to you?"

"My father poison me," he said gripping the blankets, a searing pain piercing his heart.

"With what?" Harry asked.

"You have to save me Harry."

"Then tell me with what."

Draco closed his eyes as muscles twitched with pain, "A potion that torture me inside if I do not follow Voldemort's order," Draco took Harry's hand and Harry flinched at the touch. Draco's hands were cold like death. "Don't let me die here, I did nothing wrong."

Harry moved Draco's blonde locks away from his face and looked in to the teary grey eyes.

//Don't let me die here
There must be something wrong.
Bring me to life. //

Harry kissed the cold lips of the blonde man.

"I'll give you life," he whispered, breathing on Draco's lips. Suddenly all of Draco's pain ceased.

"You'll bring me to life, won't you Harry?"

Harry kissed the blonde man once again and whispered, "I will."

//Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside

Bring me to life.//

The End

Notes: ^_^ I decide to leave the rest to your imagination so I think the story is suspense, won't it? Review and tell me if the song fits with the story.