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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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No Tourniquet for Harry
Authors Pr Note: Song is in bold. This is a song fiction, its a sad song so prepair to cry> I did this a couple months ago on a whim thought I might share it.
He stared at the gray and cold grave with a desolation that he couldn't shake. He knew the others waited for him, that they watched him with worried glances. He didn't care, the whispers where lost in the cold grey emptiness that had become his world.
His raven hair blew in the cold winter wind, it matched the barren field of his emptied and hallowed soul.
"Draco..." He whispered the words a puff of hot air the only testament to his having spoken.
The grave did not answer, it was silent and unforgiving in its mockery of his pain. He gripped the bottle of firewhisky in his hand tighter. He was without a coat knee deep in snow yet he felt nothing.
He took another Drink. It burned like fire down his throat but his body remained chilled. It had been cold and empty since the day he had defeated voldemort. Since the day of his lovers death. No amount of drink would numb the pain.
He threw his head back glazed eyes searching a cold grey winter sky. "Why couldn't I have died too..." his voice rasped. He wanted it more then anything. Draco had died for him, he chocked back a sob the sudden rage swarming his body outweighing his grief.
"Why couldn't I have Fucking died with you!" He shouted to the sky in a fit of rage. He slammed the bottle against the tombstone amber, barely feeling it shattering in his hand sending splinters of glass into his palm. The amber liquid splattered into the snow melting what ever it touched. This too seemed a mockery of his present state, it could melt snow but not the wall of ice around his heart.
He let out a scream of rage and pain and kicked at the patch of amber snow. He slipped cracking his head on the tombstone on his way down. He lay in the snow hand bleeding, head throbbing, completely uncaring.
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
What point was there in going on when the greatest and best thing in his life was gone. Memories of Draco, his smile, his laughter floated in Harry's mind. He shut his eyes placing his hands over his ears to drown out the whisper of his conscience. It was your idea, you should have known it was a trap, you let him walk right to his death...
"I DIDN'T KNOW!" He screamed to an unforgiving world, he lay on an unforgiving grave. His tears seemed to freeze on his cheeks, his screaming cries unheard. He was clenching at his face, uncaring of the blood he smeared there. He welcomed the pain, it was less then he deserved.
"Oh please god I'm sorry...please...please I didn't know...i'm Sorry..." he pleaded rocking his body back and forth in the snow. It was like a lullaby lost in the wind of the winter day.
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
The snow sank into his clothing drenching him in its merciless chill. His teeth rattled like the sound of coins hitting a wooden floor. His glasses had been lost somewhere in his fall. He didn't care, he prayed for death. He deserved nothing more.
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
Blessed death, what would it be like to feel nothing. To have this gaping empty hole in him filled with the vast expanse of death. His green eyes glittered with its soft spoken promise. He reached out to grip a shard of glass from the bottle. One quick stroke and his blood would bleed from his body. It would spread into the snow the way Draco's had. They would mirror each other in death.
~~~~Change view~~~
"I'm worried Ron, he should have been back hours ago." Hermione worried pacing the floor of Harry's flat. She glanced out the window she knew something was wrong, something terribly wrong.
"He hasn't been the same since Draco died, I'm worried too." Ron admitted from the other side of the room.
"Where would he go, Ron I just know something terrible is about to happen!" She said her eyes pleading with him her body beginning to shake.
"He'd go to the grave, he'll be ok Hermione, come on you'll see.
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
~~~~Change of view~~~~
Harry gripped the shard of glass so tightly it cut into his palm he glanced in fascination at the blood dripping from his clenched fist staining the snow. One quick cut, was that enough punishment? Would anything ever be enough?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
No, in his mind he could hear Draco's screams of pain, his pleas for help. He griped the shard so hard he felt a knife like pain shoot up his arm and his nerve endings burned. A quick death would not be enough, Draco had died in torment! And it was his fault, god have mercy on him but it was his fault. He felt the despair bubble up in him like a rising tide on a sob he slashed the wrist of his other hand.
A small chocked gasp was the only sound he allowed himself to make as he watched more of his blood flow from his body. His life was leaking away he watched it in satisfaction.
"It's ok now Draco, I promised we'd be together forever didn't I?" he spoke to the grave. He scambled closer to it his head growing lighter by the second. His vision slightly blurring.
"Oh don't worry I didn't cut it right, it would take me a while to even bleed to death like this. I wont make this easy I don't deserve it. Once I've paid God will let us be together again..." He whispered breath coming in pants as he leaned against the Grave.
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
He thought of what he would be leaving behind, Ron and Hermione. They were his friends, but they were in love. They had each other.They had the person they loved! THEY! Did not have to wake every morning to a cold and empty bed knowing they had killed the one person they loved!
I want to die!!!
He took the shard and slashed it across his throat.
~~~~Change of view~~~~~
"FASTER RON!" Hermione shouted as they ran through the maze of graves in the grave yard her breath came in icey pants. She was driven by the hounds of hell, some inner voice screamed at her that they were going to be too late.
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
"Please God, let him be alright. Let him be alright!" She pleaded, pushing her body to run faster.
Ron panted along side her seeming to be driven by the same force. They finally reached the familiar Archway and path leading to Draco's grave.
As they rounded the corner and she caught sight of Harry she halted in her tracks a scream tearing from her body. Ron slammed into her something between a moan and a scream being torn from his throat.
"Oh god Harry what have you done...what have you done mate..." he moaned. Hermione felt her body shaking like a leaf...so much blood. A wheezing rattling noise was coming from Harry's throat. He was still breathing, even through a torn and ravished throat.
She fell to her knees in the snow. She could hear Ron retching behind her, followed by chocking sobs.
~~~~~Change of view~~~~
He was floating, the blood in his body was leaving him. Each droplet washed a bit of his sin away. He stared at it in satisfaction laboring for breath even as his throat clogged with blood. Hermione and Ron were here, in a way it was fitting. They were the only two people left in the world who he cared for.
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
He couldn't speak, but he wanted them to know he was happy. There was a warm glowing sensation taking over his body it over rode the pain. He knew it was the call of death, he would see him again soon.
Harry Potter had always been strong, he should not have been able to move. He was on the brink of death, he moved.
He reached out one pale shaking arm, he extended one trembling finger to trace the name engraved on the Tombstone.
Draco.
He died with a smile on his face.
A/N: I know soo sad, tell me what you think, and yeah it's a one shot. The song is in bold. If you like, lol I do have happier stories with this pairing. Be sure to tell me what you thought.
He stared at the gray and cold grave with a desolation that he couldn't shake. He knew the others waited for him, that they watched him with worried glances. He didn't care, the whispers where lost in the cold grey emptiness that had become his world.
His raven hair blew in the cold winter wind, it matched the barren field of his emptied and hallowed soul.
"Draco..." He whispered the words a puff of hot air the only testament to his having spoken.
The grave did not answer, it was silent and unforgiving in its mockery of his pain. He gripped the bottle of firewhisky in his hand tighter. He was without a coat knee deep in snow yet he felt nothing.
He took another Drink. It burned like fire down his throat but his body remained chilled. It had been cold and empty since the day he had defeated voldemort. Since the day of his lovers death. No amount of drink would numb the pain.
He threw his head back glazed eyes searching a cold grey winter sky. "Why couldn't I have died too..." his voice rasped. He wanted it more then anything. Draco had died for him, he chocked back a sob the sudden rage swarming his body outweighing his grief.
"Why couldn't I have Fucking died with you!" He shouted to the sky in a fit of rage. He slammed the bottle against the tombstone amber, barely feeling it shattering in his hand sending splinters of glass into his palm. The amber liquid splattered into the snow melting what ever it touched. This too seemed a mockery of his present state, it could melt snow but not the wall of ice around his heart.
He let out a scream of rage and pain and kicked at the patch of amber snow. He slipped cracking his head on the tombstone on his way down. He lay in the snow hand bleeding, head throbbing, completely uncaring.
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
What point was there in going on when the greatest and best thing in his life was gone. Memories of Draco, his smile, his laughter floated in Harry's mind. He shut his eyes placing his hands over his ears to drown out the whisper of his conscience. It was your idea, you should have known it was a trap, you let him walk right to his death...
"I DIDN'T KNOW!" He screamed to an unforgiving world, he lay on an unforgiving grave. His tears seemed to freeze on his cheeks, his screaming cries unheard. He was clenching at his face, uncaring of the blood he smeared there. He welcomed the pain, it was less then he deserved.
"Oh please god I'm sorry...please...please I didn't know...i'm Sorry..." he pleaded rocking his body back and forth in the snow. It was like a lullaby lost in the wind of the winter day.
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
The snow sank into his clothing drenching him in its merciless chill. His teeth rattled like the sound of coins hitting a wooden floor. His glasses had been lost somewhere in his fall. He didn't care, he prayed for death. He deserved nothing more.
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
Blessed death, what would it be like to feel nothing. To have this gaping empty hole in him filled with the vast expanse of death. His green eyes glittered with its soft spoken promise. He reached out to grip a shard of glass from the bottle. One quick stroke and his blood would bleed from his body. It would spread into the snow the way Draco's had. They would mirror each other in death.
~~~~Change view~~~
"I'm worried Ron, he should have been back hours ago." Hermione worried pacing the floor of Harry's flat. She glanced out the window she knew something was wrong, something terribly wrong.
"He hasn't been the same since Draco died, I'm worried too." Ron admitted from the other side of the room.
"Where would he go, Ron I just know something terrible is about to happen!" She said her eyes pleading with him her body beginning to shake.
"He'd go to the grave, he'll be ok Hermione, come on you'll see.
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
~~~~Change of view~~~~
Harry gripped the shard of glass so tightly it cut into his palm he glanced in fascination at the blood dripping from his clenched fist staining the snow. One quick cut, was that enough punishment? Would anything ever be enough?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
No, in his mind he could hear Draco's screams of pain, his pleas for help. He griped the shard so hard he felt a knife like pain shoot up his arm and his nerve endings burned. A quick death would not be enough, Draco had died in torment! And it was his fault, god have mercy on him but it was his fault. He felt the despair bubble up in him like a rising tide on a sob he slashed the wrist of his other hand.
A small chocked gasp was the only sound he allowed himself to make as he watched more of his blood flow from his body. His life was leaking away he watched it in satisfaction.
"It's ok now Draco, I promised we'd be together forever didn't I?" he spoke to the grave. He scambled closer to it his head growing lighter by the second. His vision slightly blurring.
"Oh don't worry I didn't cut it right, it would take me a while to even bleed to death like this. I wont make this easy I don't deserve it. Once I've paid God will let us be together again..." He whispered breath coming in pants as he leaned against the Grave.
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
He thought of what he would be leaving behind, Ron and Hermione. They were his friends, but they were in love. They had each other.They had the person they loved! THEY! Did not have to wake every morning to a cold and empty bed knowing they had killed the one person they loved!
I want to die!!!
He took the shard and slashed it across his throat.
~~~~Change of view~~~~~
"FASTER RON!" Hermione shouted as they ran through the maze of graves in the grave yard her breath came in icey pants. She was driven by the hounds of hell, some inner voice screamed at her that they were going to be too late.
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
"Please God, let him be alright. Let him be alright!" She pleaded, pushing her body to run faster.
Ron panted along side her seeming to be driven by the same force. They finally reached the familiar Archway and path leading to Draco's grave.
As they rounded the corner and she caught sight of Harry she halted in her tracks a scream tearing from her body. Ron slammed into her something between a moan and a scream being torn from his throat.
"Oh god Harry what have you done...what have you done mate..." he moaned. Hermione felt her body shaking like a leaf...so much blood. A wheezing rattling noise was coming from Harry's throat. He was still breathing, even through a torn and ravished throat.
She fell to her knees in the snow. She could hear Ron retching behind her, followed by chocking sobs.
~~~~~Change of view~~~~
He was floating, the blood in his body was leaving him. Each droplet washed a bit of his sin away. He stared at it in satisfaction laboring for breath even as his throat clogged with blood. Hermione and Ron were here, in a way it was fitting. They were the only two people left in the world who he cared for.
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
He couldn't speak, but he wanted them to know he was happy. There was a warm glowing sensation taking over his body it over rode the pain. He knew it was the call of death, he would see him again soon.
Harry Potter had always been strong, he should not have been able to move. He was on the brink of death, he moved.
He reached out one pale shaking arm, he extended one trembling finger to trace the name engraved on the Tombstone.
Draco.
He died with a smile on his face.
A/N: I know soo sad, tell me what you think, and yeah it's a one shot. The song is in bold. If you like, lol I do have happier stories with this pairing. Be sure to tell me what you thought.