Just Enough To Love You

Just Enough to Love You

Chapter 3 The Seer and the Seen


Harry gasped in pain as the weight on his throat became suddenly too much to bear, and he tried his hardest to kick out his dull weighted legs to try to get Draco off of him. His limbs were still mostly sedated, and even after all of his efforts he could hardly even wiggle his big toe. Draco really had drained every last ounce of energy he had to spare, and he had a sickening feeling that he might not be getting that energy back anytime soon. How could he have been so stupid? He berated himself. Not only had he completely screwed up the future, but he had been dumb enough to get caught in this kind of situation while in it.

Draco was now looking down upon him with that same hateful glare that he had so long ago. Long before they had even gotten together, and it made a shiver travel down his spine. How could one event make everything so different? How could it make Draco so much different? Had he really made that much of a difference on his life? Would this really be his Draco had they not fallen in love?

“I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, but I can assure you that Silas has the ability to sort the whole matter out.” Even how weak he was, a scowl still managed to make its way to his face. How could he even bring up Silas at this time? How the hell could he be with that piece of shit bastard? “Oh what’s the matter?…You look upset at the prospect of seeing our lord, and normally the two of you get along so swimmingly.”

Now he didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but from the look on Draco’s face he had a pretty good idea. The thought of him ever doing that disgusted him, but then he remembered just how strangely infatuated he had been with Silas in his own world…That is before he had sucked his soul right out of his body. “Y-you…” He tried, but the blond pushed down even harder.

“Be quiet. This new self of yours might be a shite side more powerful than the other you, but you’re irritating.” He could feel the bones in his throat began to break as the expensive shoe pressed in even further. “As a matter of fact your very presence irrates me.

The foot withdrew, but that didn’t really do anything for him. His entire body was still drained, and now he was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe after the albino’s harsh treatment on his neck. He did manage to get wheeze a sentence out, but even that felt like a boa was constricting his throat, and he barely got it out. “Y-you…” His eyes shut in pain as he tried to get the rest of it out. “You don’t belong…don’t belong with him.”

Red eyes narrowed. “Oh and you think you do?” A leather clad leg slashed forward, kicking Harry squarely in the gut. “Let me tell you something Potter, just because you get an occasional romp with him doesn’t mean he even remotely gives a shit about you.” Harry turned pale at the very assumption, but kept his mouth shut as Draco continued to vent. “You’re his seer, that’s all, and sometimes he awards his pets…and the way I hear it you were oh so willing for all he gave you.”

Well, as it does when his anger flares, his strength began to return. The candles in the room flickered in and out, and the walls seemed to deflate around them. He would never…He could never… “I would never sleep with Silas you bastard!” As he was saying this he kicked forward, connecting with the back of Malfoy’s calf and knocking him sprawling backwards onto the floor. Grabbing onto his clothing, Harry pulled himself over to Draco and stared down at him with murderous eyes. “I may not have these memories, but I do have my own, and let’s just say they’re not all that pleasant.” His hand fisted in his leather jacket, and pulled him closer. “Silas is foulest creature on this planet, and as such deserves the worst death imaginable, a death I fully intend to give him. I loath Silas, and I would never talk envious with you about who gets to be fucked by that demented prick.” Draco up until this point had been letting him speak, but his mouth opened to reply. Now normally Harry would have allowed this, but he really didn’t like it all that much when this Draco spoke, and so he covered up his mouth so that he could continue. “You don’t belong with him Draco, because you’re too good for him. You have a good heart love, please don’t act like this.”

The next few moments happened in such a blur, that he only realized what had transpired after he felt Draco’s legs wrap around his waist. The blond turned albino had gripped him with his hips, and twisted both of their bodies so that he was the one on top, and once there proceeded to push the remaining bits of his shirt off his shoulder while holding his hands above his head. Just the feel of those hands on him made him moan, and upon hearing it a smirk appeared on the dark wizard’s face.

“Well Potter it seems to me that you have delusions in your head about what are relationship is exactly is, so let me refresh you memory.” He unconsciously arched his back as a delicately cold finger traced the faint scars on his chest, the scars his lover had given him so long ago. “I hurt you, you tell me what I need to know. Or the ever popular, I hurt you, you don’t tell me what I need to know, and so I hurt you some more. It’s really not that complicated. Tears came to his eyes when soft lips leaned into his chest, laying smooth wet kisses over the fatty scar tissue. “Although, if you tell me what exactly it is that is going on here, I’m willing to give you exactly what you want.”

He struggled against the hands that were holding him down as those kisses began to travel up his bare chest, and he actually arched up into them when they reached his clavicle. He felt like the one he loved, and yet there was never a more different person in to be found…still. “What I want?” His voice was pale and shaky as the heat began to travel through his body.

“Whatever you want Potter…Assuming of course we’re on the same wavelength about what exactly that is.” As he was saying this, he could feel a smile against his neck, and it sent spasms of pleasure down his body just to feel that smile again. He was more sure than ever, that even though that he was different, he was still Draco. He was still the person he loved.

A hand entwined in his hair as kisses continued to be laid all over his skin. Everywhere, except the place he wanted them to kiss most desperately. You could tell a lot with a kiss, and he was sure, that if their mouths were only allowed to connect, he could finally tell whether or not this was really the person he fell in love with. “I want…I want you to kiss me Draco.”

The hand that was in his hair traveled to his cheek, and finally dipped his head back, making his lips the perfect target. He was going to kiss Draco…He was going to be able to kiss the person he had done this entire mess once again. A fond smile came to his face as he awaited what he had no doubt would be a perfect moment (even under these circumstances.) Harry always knew that their love was true, hell they had even cheated death to be together, and now was the moment of truth. Now he would know once and for all if the decision he had made had been the correct one.

Warm breath cascaded down on his face, and even with his eyes closed he could still make out the shadow that had fell upon him as Draco had leaned over his face. A shiver traveled down his spine as thin delicate fingers traced his outer cheekbone. “A kiss, how commendable. Though we are in agreeance that if I give you this kiss, you give my answers, right?” Harry wasn’t even thinking about the consequences of such an arrangement, as a matter of fact he wasn’t thinking much at all. All that he could really think about was what it would feel like to have those soft peach lips on his again, and because of that all other thoughts pretty much flew out the window, and he gave a small nod. “Good…” Draco leaned in, and Harry gasped as their skin just barely touched, but sadly that’s all they got, because they were so rudely interrupted.

“You know I do hope you realize I was in an important meeting with the Likens, and I don’t really appreciate being called away from there just to see you make out with one of our prisoners.” A cold chill of dread swept through him. That voice…He had heard that voice so many times in his nightmares that there was really no mistaking. It was a voice that he never wanted to hear again…He made sure of it once, and the first chance he got he would again.

Silas, the reason that this had all happened. He had been the cause of Draco’s suffering…He had been the cause of his pain! A growl ripped through his throat as he memories of his treachery resurfaced, and if his body still didn’t feel so drained he would have jumped up and strangled him right then and there.

Draco didn’t seem near as venomous towards him however, as a matter of fact a smile spread across his face and he stood up, walking over to greet the evil wizard. Speaking of the evil wizard, he now looked even more so than ever. His hair was still the pitch dark raven color it once was, but it had grown out a bit so that it was just above his ears and shaggy. The most noticeable thing about it though was the two white streaks he had on either side of the front of his head, framing his face in white. He was dressed in a black sweater, and black dress pants and boots, and was wearing what reminded him exactly of death eater robes over his garb, and had a rapier sword attached to his belt. Silas’s face held the same pale quality that Draco’s did, and his eyes seemed to glow a deep red color, making it look like he had two shining rubies in each socket. Yet even now when he stared up at his face, he saw the same sexy appeal he had the first time they had met in his dreams. He grit his teeth. Silas was charismatic he’ll give him that, but there was never a person he ever despised more in his entire life, and that included his demented evil bastard of a father.

“Silas your seer…He’s not the same! It’s like he’s a completely different person! Look at his hand, look at his chest…He’s completely changed overnight!” Draco sounded as excited as a little kid at Christmas, and to Harry’s immense disgust, Silas seemed to get a lot of joy out of this fact. Though his eyes did raise in curiosity as the words finally began to register in his mind.

His hand shot out to touch the blond’s cheek, stroking it affectionately as he pulled him in for a small kiss. At just the sight the temper flared up in Harry’s chest and he struggled against his sedated body to try to get up and forcibly get it to stop. But seeing as he couldn’t do that, he just yelled instead…really loudly. “You bastard! Get the fuck away from him. I’ll kill you again you son of a bitch!”

Well at least he got the two of them to separate, but now they were both staring at him as if he had sprouted a second head, and he realized that he probably shouldn’t have said that ‘killing you again thing.’ Draco motioned towards him, going to stand by Silas’s side. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. He’s been saying strange things like that all day…and his power…My god Silas his power is the most orgasmic thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

Silas’s hand reached out, wiping away the trails of blood from underneath the blond’s eyes. “Well I can see that just by looking at you. You’ve taken in too much power, and that’s why your eyes did that.” Two pairs of red eyes looked accusingly his way, and he tried even harder to get his body to work when Silas walked over to him and leaned down to the floor. “So tell us Harry Potter, what is your secret?”

“Eat dung and die yeh nasty git!” He spit back in his face. Like hell he would ever give that murdering bastard the piece of mind of knowing just what oddity was going on in his castle. That was another…He had a castle. Voldemort couldn’t be completely dead yet, and so why had he allowed it? “So tell me Jr., why is it that Daddy allows you to rule like this?” An evil smirk covered his face. “Or is he just too helpless at the moment to give you your proper spanking.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m telling you Silas, he’s completely mental. Like that, what the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean you don’t even have a dad.” Though apparently Silas wasn’t all that convinced that he was insane, because there was a look of absolute horror on his face at the very mention. As a matter of his eye was twitching ever so slightly in rage.

It might not have been a good idea to go on pissing him off like this, but he really got his kicks off of seeing Silas in pain, so he thought he’d pour salt into the wound. “Oh not as truthful with this Draco are you? Probably not a bad idea though…It didn’t turn out so well last time.” He turned to the Slytherin in question. “Let me tell you a little secret love, this bastard that everyone apparently fears is nothing more than a bad copy of his Da…He’ll never be Voldemort.”

Not that wasn’t entirely true, because in all honesty Silas was probably a good deal stronger than Voldemort could ever hope to be, but even as untrue as it was, it still had the desired affect. Color began to tint those pale cheeks of the prince, and his eyes glowed even darker than they normally do. “Shut up!…How do you know that?” Harry gasped as a good chunk of his hair was grabbed, and he was tugged into a sitting up position by that hair. “I killed everyone who even had inclination of that secret.” His eyes glanced up to the luxurious couch Harry had awoken on, and they landed on the stone Flint had tossed him when he had first come into the room. “Did you see it in the stone?…Is he going to come back to power.” When Harry kept his mouth firmly shut, Silas’s very thin line of patience seemed to snap, and he yelled in his face. “Tell me. Tell me now!”

His evil counterpart had up until this time been watching the display with curious eyes, but upon seeing Silas’s distress, decided to rejoin the conversation. “Silas are you saying that it’s true?…You really are Voldemort’s child?”

Glowing red eyes turned on Draco. “Get. Out.” He bit out through narrowed teeth, and you could tell he was about two seconds away from loosing it entirely. Well this really was a trump card, no wonder his Draco had used it against him so often. It was really quite affective. He shuddered to think just all of the things you could do with this little bit of information if what had happened in his world, had also happened hear. You could probably make Silas have an aneurism at the very mention of it.

Draco gave Silas an indignant look at the very assumption, and stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest. “No. Like hell I’m going to leave this…It’s far too interesting, and besides I’m the one the that found him…I at least get to hear his ravings.”

The grip of hair that was in Silas’s grasp tightened for a moment, before just letting go entirely, leaving Harry in a sitting up position on the floor as the dark prince rose from his seat. “This wasn’t a request Draco. Leave. Now.”

“I don’t give a shit if it was a request or not. I’m not leaving you here to have all fun with him.” Draco bit back. “You always say I can’t kill the worthless wretch, and yet as soon as I leave you’re probably going to torture him to death. Well fuck you if you think I’m leaving…I want in on it.”

You know he could have gone his entire life without hearing that his lover wanted in on his murder/execution, but alas, some things can’t be helped. “You’ll do what I say Draco, and you’ll do it now, or he won’t be the only one I’m murdering tonight.”

“So you admit you’re going to kill him!” Draco jeered, obviously pleased that he had guessed his companion’s thoughts. “Let me do the torturing part…please.” Harry’s eyes knitted together and a frown creased his face as Draco pretty much begged to be the one to torture him to death. It was strange, but he was starting to be okay with it. Not with the fact that the love of his life wanted to kill him, but with the fact that in the dimension he was one sadistically twisted puppy.

In light of this new found calmness, he figured he might as well join in on the disturbing conversation. “The two of you get on like an old married couple.” He hissed out, getting their attention. “What makes you think either of you could kill me even if you wanted to?” He pushed up on the floor, trying to get himself into a shaky standing position. It wasn’t going too well, but at least he managed to get himself to stand. “After all Draco may have sucked my power, but even now I can feel it seeping back into my veins.”

A scoff came from Draco’s mouth as he skeptically gave him the up and down. “Hell Potter if you’ve got your strength back, then I’m a blast-ended shrewt.”

He gave a rival smirk, not failing to jive back with him. “Oh, and here Draco I never knew you could burn, bite, and sting all at once.” The blond gave a smile as his words were repeated back to him.

“I always did hate those things. As a matter of fact I hated that entire class. I don’t know why, but I always some how managed to get hurt in there.” A fond look spread across Draco’s face, as he was obviously deep in his memories. “Funny, I haven’t thought about Hogwarts in a long time.”

Harry’s face fell a little at that. He couldn’t help but get upset at the though of Hogwarts only being talked about now like some kind of a memory. “How long has it been closed?” He heard himself asking, and it was only after it had left his mouth that he realized his mistake.

Silas seemed to catch his slip up, for it was him who answered. “Shouldn’t you already know that?…Unless of course you a really are a different person like Draco says you are.”

“Regardless of who I am, I still fully plan to gut you like a trout.” It was always best to talk big in situations like this, because he was mildly sure that he had now completely screwed himself over on getting out of this without them thinking that he was from another existence.

The dark prince didn’t really seem all that intimidated by his threat, as a matter of fact he smirked at it. “Is that so? But tell me Potter how is it that you’re going to gut me when you can barely stand on your own two legs?”

“I’ll find a way you cunt bastard…I always find a way.” This time that smirk turned into a full blown smile, and Silas sauntered over, confidence never leaving his features.

The front of his torn shirt was grabbed, and without warning he was tossed through the air like a bag of potatoes and hit the wall with a such a loud crack that he knew he must have broken something. Seeing as how there was a shooting pain coming from his shoulder, he was going to go ahead and say that it was his collarbone.

Swishing robes was all he heard as he tried to right his vision after having his head slammed against the wall. Those robes seemed to move lightning quick however, for soon he was no longer sprawled on the floor. No he was lifted as if he was nothing, and slammed against the wall.

Red eyes were staring down at him, and he saw that Draco was standing right behind his assailant’s shoulder, observing with watchful eyes. “Silas find out who he is. It would probably be the easiest if you just mind raped him.”

He looked disbelievingly at Draco for a moment, but then he remembered that this one didn’t give a damn about him, and had in fact just a few moments ago asked if he could help torture him. Why should he be surprised at all that he had just given Silas the idea to mind fuck him?

Silas however looked just as proud as he could be. “You know that’s not a bad idea Draco. I think I might just do that.” His eyes focused back on him. “What about it Harry, yeh excited to give me all your memories?”

At this point, panic set into the Gryffindor’s mind. Panic about just what would happen if Silas saw into his head. Not only would he know where he came from, but he would also know the secret to his death. A secret he was fully planning to use to kill him again. Harry started to struggle against his restrainer, and he really didn’t hold anything back while doing so. His legs flailed out, trying to connect with a body part. He even tried to summon some magic, but his bruised and battered body was still completely drained from when Draco had sucked the power out of him.

This meant that getting away from Silas was pretty much hopeless, and the dark prince seemed to realize this, for he got a triumphant look on his face. “I don’t know Draco, it doesn’t look to me like he’s looking forward to this at all.” Draco walked forward, smirk firmly in place, and wrapped his arms around Silas’s shoulders, laying his chin on one of his shoulders.

“Too bad…so sad.” To Harry’s disgust, the blond leaned in, nibbling slightly on one ear. “Do it now Silas. I’m tired of scarhead.” Silas turned his head, touching their mouths slightly together before turning back to him.

“You heard him Potter, and trust me he doesn’t have very much patience.” He bent his arm, and used his forearm to push him further into the wall, and with laid his other hand on his forehead. Cold spread through his head, giving him a brain freeze, and he shuddered at just the feel of it. It was a feeling he had never thought he would have to bear again, and he had heard it twice in one day. “Soon Harry, we won’t have any more secrets…Well at least you won’t have any from me.”

The only thing he heard as Silas’s eyes turned into glowing rubies, was a scream coming from somewhere. The scream was an anguished “NO!” and it was only after a few moments that he realized the scream had come from his own mouth. He didn’t have much time to think on it though, because soon a terrible pain ripped through his head. It felt like someone was ripping his brains out through his nose. But then he realized it wasn’t brains at all…It was his memories.

Everything began to pour out of his head, and into Silas’s, and pretty soon he couldn’t even see the room around him, all he could see were the beautifully haunting pictures of his past. It was playing through his head like a movie, a movie that had been set on fast-forward, and was zooming through his head at a million miles a second.

Harry could remember the graveyard, and he saw Wormtail cut the blood from his arm that would revive Voldemort. He saw himself clutching to Cedric’s dead body. He remembered how no one had believed him about the Dark Lord’s return. He remembered nearly kissing Cho…He remembered the Department of Mysteries. He remembered Sirius.

He cried out once more in agony as events from last year began to play through his mind. Scenes of Draco and him in the forest played through his vision, and he could practically feel the blond’s hands on him. He saw himself meet Silas for the first time. He saw himself give up his friends and his life. Harry watched as he leaned forward and kissed Voldemort’s feet. Memories of Christmas flowed through him, he watched Snape’s body fall lifelessly to the floor.

His eyes welled up in tears when Draco told him he loved him. He could almost feel Draco’s lips on his the night they made love. The bile rose in his throat as he saw Silas was now the one on top of him, screwing the soul right out of him. He shook his head, knowing what was about to come next. “No more…please no more.” But there was more, and Silas was relentless in his pursuit of it.
They were in the old mansion. The mansion he had been too scarred to even think about after what happened inside of it. Draco was on the floor…bleeding out all of his precious life blood. A heavy weight was in his hand. The heavy weight happened to be the dagger that he had killed Silas with, and it just so happened to already be dripping with blood.

No. No. No. No. NO! “Please no more…I can’t see this again.” He heard himself plead, but the request fell upon death ears, because the scenario once more played out in his mind

\"Harry please stop! Please, if you ever loved me don\'t go any farther.\" Harry froze at the blond\'s words. He had never heard such desperation in that voice before, and it truthfully terrified him to hear Draco sound so scared. The thing was he really couldn\'t understand what he was so scared about. Silas was practically dead, wandless, defenseless, and bleeding out all over the shitty carpet. What could possibly go wrong now?

Harry gave Draco a sympathetic look, which was answered with what appeared to be a scowl. He really couldn\'t tell anymore, Draco seemed to be losing his motor functions, making the muscles in his face rather useless. That was just another reason they had to get this done as quickly as possible. In an hour it wouldn\'t even matter anymore that he had come to save Draco, by then it would already be too late. Glancing again around the room he saw that Tonks was unconscious on the floor. Her breathing was a bit shallow, but other than that she appeared to be fine. He thought about waking her up, but then again an auror might have a problem with him killing someone in cold blood, so he decided not to take the chance.

\"Trust me Draco. I promise everything will be fine.\" Giving the blond a reassuring smile, he kissed his hand then kicked it with his foot, effectively kicking his hurt lover a kiss. It was lame, but he couldn’t really think of anything else to do at the time. Besides it seemed to have the desired affect because Harry thought he saw a trace of a smile on his face, but as he said before you really couldn\'t tell anymore.

\"You really shouldn\'t make promises that you can\'t keep. I mean in a few seconds the both of you will be dead and you would have lied to your lover boy over there.\" Silas gave Harry a sadistic smirk before continuing. \"You know what I think I have an ideal death for the both of you. Harry I\'ll tie you down and make you watch as I fuck the last of the strength out of Draco as he dies cumming on my floor...It\'s how he would have wanted it after all.\" Harry clenched his fists and his eyes blazed in furry, Silas didn\'t seem to notice though for he kept on talking. \"Then I\'ll make you lick up ever last fluid that came out of either of us, and gut you right afterwards to be hung up by your innards...How does that sound Harry?\"

Tears were pouring down his face by this time, as he watched helplessly as his other self charged forward. Right into the awaiting dagger. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he not listened!? He tried to shut his eyes at the crucial moment, but in this sense it wasn’t at all like a movie theater. You couldn’t just block out whatever you wanted to, and so he was forced to watch. He was forced to watch as Silas pulled out the hidden dagger, he was forced to watch as Draco jumped in front of him to stop him from being killed, he was forced to watch Silas drop over dead as Lucius killed Voldemort in the other place. But most heart wrenching of all, he was forced to watch himself say good-bye to the one he loved more than anything on this planet.

“All I ever wanted was you…” The last words ever uttered from those perfect lips rang through his ears as if he was just hearing them now. Draco’s eyes became lifeless, and he felt his subconscious trying to find a way to keep hold of him anyways. He just had to find a way to keep him by his side forever.

But it didn’t happen like, no time sped up again, and he found himself clutching the fateful letter. He tried to stop Silas from seeing the secret to his existence in the reality, but the dark prince was now more demanding then ever. He felt the connection they had shake as he witnessed his own demise, and it seemed that he was now only holding control of this Vulcan mind meld by a mere hair. A hair that could easily snap at any moment.

The words to the incantation slipped over his lips, and he could see himself travel back to fourth year. He watched as he changed Cedric’s face, and in doing so thus changed time forever. Silas’s control began to falter as he witnessed such a thing, and memories started to backfire.

They seemed to be zooming by in no particular order or meaning. Flashes of the Yule Ball would come about at one point, only to be followed by when his cousin had made him break his ankle when he was three. It was then that the connection seemed to go completely haywire and instead of fast forwarding and rewinding through memories, it seemed to hit the play button and let him see a certain one. One that he had all but forgotten.
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Warmth radiated through him, and he snuggled even closer to the source. “Was it the truth Draco?…Do you really love me?” In response the top of his head was kissed, and he was pulled even closer as they both tried to cram together on the small hospital bed that Harry was currently occupying from his recent Quidditch injuries. Draco had just confessed his feelings, and told him that the juice was worth the squeeze, and although he couldn’t be happier about that, he needed to know if what he was saying was the truth. He needed to know if he was really in love with him.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I’ve already told you a dozen times. Now go to sleep!” He rolled on his side so that they were both facing each other, and Draco’s hand came out to lovingly stroke his cheek. “You need to get better, because I really want to have make-up sex, and I can’t do so if you aren’t even able to move around.” He gave a shrug in consideration. “Granted you would put up less of a struggle, but really half the fun is making you squirm.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re such a pervert.” He buried his face into his pillow. “Why is it that I’m with you again?”

His head was roughly grabbed, and pulled towards Draco’s awaiting lips as they kissed rather passionately. Their lips melted together for almost an entire minute, until the blond pulled away grinning. “Because you can’t get enough of me.” He answered, confidence never leaving his face that he was 100% right. The sad part was is that he was.

“Oh yeah.” Harry connected their mouth again, hands snaking out to travel the length of his lover’s body. How he loved that body. As a matter of fact he couldn’t even begin to imagine his life without it. That was when a dark thought entered his brain, and he had to pull away to sate his fears. “Draco will we be together forever?…Will you always love me as you do now?”

A thoughtful look covered Draco’s face, and for a moment he could have sworn he saw a seed of regret in his features. Though for the life of him he couldn’t even begin to imagine what the blond might have done for him to be regretful about. Unless of course he was already beginning to regret saying ‘I love you’ A whole new series of worries began to overtake him as he tried to analyze the meaning behind the look. As a matter of fact he was so busy with trying to figure out that he almost missed Draco’s reply…almost.

“Of course.” His face softened, and he once more relaxed in Draco’s arms as he stared in his gray depths. “We’ll love each other forever, and we’ll never be apart.” A smile appeared on his face. “Not even death will stop us from being together…” A hand reached out to cup his cheek. “You’re mine for all eternity Harry…Never forget that.”
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Harry cried out as the memory faded, as a matter of fact all of his memories faded. The connection had broke, and he was left to crash onto the ground below. He was still shaking from having to relive his bruised and battered life, but he did seem to notice just how pale and shaky Silas had become as well. Though he couldn’t blame him for being so, after all it must be quite a shock to witness yourself die, and to know that the existence your living in now isn’t the correct one.

His vision was darkening, and he knew that whole ‘mind raping’ thing had taken a lot more out of him then he would have liked to believe. He did manage to see Draco catch Silas as he fell backwards, and he did manage to catch a little of their speech. Silas was staring straight ahead, and murmured to no one in particular. “That’s interesting…That’s very interesting.” That was all he heard though, because in the next moment he had blacked out.
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A.N- *Ducks out of the way of pointed flying objects* Please don’t hurt me…I know I suck, and that I haven’t update in like forever, but I wasn’t inspired, and I had tried to write this chapter, but it always came out as crap. You don’t want crap do you? Well needless to say with the movie coming out and all that I got inspired, and ta dah…new chapter. Which by the way…the movie was fucking awesome! It was by far the best one yet, except one part did kinda piss me off…The whole wand connection thing. Dumbledore brought it up at the end, but he didn’t explain it like at ALL. And my reasoning is why bring it up at all if you’re not going to tell the whole thing? But yeah it was soooooooo good. Hey can you tell I’m excited? Lol…Well it is a good thing I’m excited, because me being excited puts me in a mood for Potter, and when I’m in that kind of a mood I give you updates…So yeah. Oh and I wanted to say I’m sorry bout the whole threatening to cut you off thing I put in last chapter, I really had no intentions to do it, but then it must have seemed like I followed through with it anyways…which that the wasn’t the reason. It’s just I wanted more reviews…I’m a sucker for the things. So yeah…please drop a review by on the way out, and thanks so much for reading…That is if you don’t hate me too much by now to ever read anything of mine again....Did I mention how sorry I was for the long update?...See you soon.