Dark Angelus

Draco sat staring at the game going on before him. It was Ravenclaw against the Gryffindors and the Gryffindors were trashing their opponent. Ron had turned out to be a good player along with the Weaselette. People still counted on Harry to get the job done and it almost disgusted him, a Quidditch team, a really good one didn’t have to strictly be carried by one team member, there should be more and it just seemed to him that Potter saved the day time and again. Granted that suited Hogwarts and all but Potter was on to other things besides Quidditch while Draco was on to fighting Vampyrs. He looked down on his gloved hands. He had a nightmare right before waking up of his hands splitting open and bleeding black, he just didn’t want to see them right now until he could get that image out of his head. He looked over to where Hermione was cheering on her best friends. She was rather gorgeous in that good girl sort of way but she was still not his type. True his type turned out to be slutty, big breasted slightly older women who frequented the Malfoy parties and was mostly looking to latch onto his extravagant amount of money. Draco felt depressed and it all started when he turned 17. He really didn’t want to but it came anyway. He got up after the game, Gryffindor had predictably won and headed back to his room for another study session. He needed something to help him feel worth something, anything but he had a feeling there really wasn’t anything that could do that.

Harry sat on his broom watching Draco walk back to Hogwarts. He studied the silver blonde hair as it floated on the breeze, the curve of his slender body as he gracefully floated away with the crowd. He was like a porcelain god among the plain, stumbling masses that plagued this school. He shook his head clear of such thoughts and told his team that he’d be along for the celebrations tonight but wanted some time alone. They wandered off back to the showers and he stayed in the air. He wanted to be free, that’s why he was so good at flying because that is when he felt the most free. He felt like some bleeding sacrificed savior that was giving too much, forced to give too much while he heard his own death whispering in his ear. He didn’t know what he wanted in the end. He only knew he couldn’t love anyone, he tried with Ginny, Cho…countless other girls after them but none of them held any sort of reality to them. They didn’t bring life from his dying veins. He felt like he was spiraling into a void and soon he’d be in hell with Voldemort, eternally forced to fight him, like he wasn’t there already.

He snorted and finally floated down to the ground. The gray clouds above him was a dark prophecy of a soaking rain. He wanted to be out for a good wash of clear, freezing natural shower but decided against it. He didn’t want to explain to the others why he had a cold so he opted for the steaming hot shower where he would try and scrub himself clean. He felt eyes on him as he turned off the water, he spun around but no one was there.

“Hello?” Harry walked into the locker room but it was empty. He finally shrugged and started getting dressed.

“Hello,” a voice coiled out from the darkness, he noticed the lights start to flicker above him. He looked around wildly but still didn’t see anyone as he pulled out his wand.

“Who are you?” Harry demanded, still looking around.

“Nobody,” they whispered, Harry took a deep breathe as he felt himself being suddenly grabbed and dragged away. He started to scream when the thought hit him but it was too late, he was already somewhere else.

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Draco felt like he was drowning in a vat of blood, he was choking, trying not to swallow any of it but it was an impossible task. He felt the metal sides and tried to latch on to something. He pushed angrily away from it when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He gasped, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes as he tried to see.

“Welcome at long last my child,” a voice called from the darkness. Draco looked down on the man before him, it was Harry standing there but he looked vacant, like he was under the Imperious.

“Who are you?” Draco asked, looking up at Blaise who was holding him above the blood.

“I am your benefactor, you have given me so much and now I will repay you because I am a giving master,” Harry answered.

“What are you giving me?” Draco looked down, he wasn’t in a vat of blood, it was warm water.

“I am giving you what you most desire, drink from them and be strong,” Harry pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it to his neck.

“No!” Draco screamed, struggling against Blaise who also seemed like he was under the same spell.

“They are nothing but food and so you must understand. They hold no real meaning to ones such as powerful as us. We are gods and you must learn this or perish,” Harry explained as Blaise pulled him out of the water and let go of him.

“Where are you? I wanted to see my master’s face,” Draco spat out, looking around the dark warehouse.

“I am far from where you are. You have given me such strength that I can do a great many things. Anger me in any way and I will be forced to bring you down,” Harry hissed. Slowly the spell started to weaken, Draco could see the emerald shine of Harry’s true will start to break through the cloudy haze over his eyes.

“Do it,” he gasped out.

“No, I will not,” Draco took a step back into Blaise’s strong arm who held him in place.

“I want you to,” Harry rasped. “I need to die…”

“I won’t do this,” Draco shouted. “You have to live, go on, defeat Voldemort, destroy the evil before you because if you don’t then I don’t have a chance at defeating my own demons,” Draco explained as tears started to fall down Harry’s face.

“I’m useless, broken,” Harry shook his head, looking away from Draco.

“No, you are the strongest person I know,” he held Harry’s chin up, forcing eye contact.

“I want you to kill me instead of Voldemort doing it,” Harry replied, Draco snarled and let go of the other, turning to Blaise.

“You, do you want the same?” Draco shouted at his best friend.

“Do you really think they have any real choice? Kill them both my child and embrace me, I am your father and you will obey me,” Blaise growled.

“You would drain your own son?” Horror washed over Draco’s body. “Exploit my powers and hide from me?” He felt numb and betrayed as he stumbled away from the other two.

“Don’t suffer like I have suffered, there are worlds out there that these mortals could only dream about. Come with me and I’ll show you all of it,” Lucius’ voice was suddenly apparent in Blaise’s voice.

“You’re disgusting and I hate you, hear me, Lucius Malfoy, I am no longer your son but now your eternal enemy,” Draco shouted and ran. He didn’t know where he was going but he knew if he got far enough he would stop hearing his heart break down.

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