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Summary: His silver eyes were flooded with liquid crystal that flowed heavily on his cheeks. While compassion for the young blond gripped the heart of the Golden Gryffindor boy. Amidst the darkness, anguish, agony and possible insanity, could such a thing called love grow in the hearts of rivals? HPDM

This is a Horror/Romance story. Male slash, you have been warned.

A special dedication to SafireFlame.
You made me want to write a decent and original fiction about the two.

Chapter One:

Death Touched Three Souls

Silence drifted the cold walls of the seven floors Manor. It leisurely made its way through every corner of every room. As it did so swiftly, it departed one of the more luxurious rooms. For even if it was almost inaudible to someone inside its walls, it was heard by the ears that was merely a centimeter away from the mouth that made silence leave abruptly. These two people gripped each other's hand so strongly that they are on the verge of crushing each other's bones. But their mind didn't register this because holding on to each other was the only thing that they wanted to do. The darkness blanketed them and somehow bringing comfort to the scene.

"Live. Be strong. Don't let anyone keep you from being happy. Not even yourself, Draco." The last syllable was already mouthed without a sound but he heard it nonetheless. If it was his mind that did this, he couldn't care less. Slowly the more slender hand's grip became weaker by the second until it was just his mother receiving a tight grip.

"Mum, please. Don't leave me." A hoarse whisper came out from his mouth. He has never used the word 'mum' because he was taught not to. Malfoy's never show emotion, therefore never showed weakness. But it wasn't a moment to show pride or strength when the only woman whoever showed him those emotions was now lying lifeless in his arms. Tears escaped from his eyes threatening to flow endlessly. He was mouthing his last words repeatedly as if a chant that can bring his mother back to life. He knew what pain felt like but it was never like this. From a childhood of violence, being whipped repeatedly for any mistake of showing emotions, pain was an old friend. But of course pain couldn't sleep over because his mother would always care for him and put him to sleep while she herself heals the wounds that were deeper and more painful with every wound that touches his son's young body. Draco could never imagine himself getting over the pain of seeing his mother with even the smallest wound that he had.

For hours Draco never moved. He just chanted and let his tears flood the bed if it was capable of doing so. His whole face wet and so was his mother's chest because that's where he rested his head; his arm wrapped around her and his other hand still gripped hers like before. His universe that seemed to have frozen along with his mother's death was suddenly sprung back to life as a loud knock on the door was heard. For reasons unknown to him fear gripped in his heart like it was hanging from a cliff. He didn't answer, even if he would want to, his voice was somewhere else but his throat right now. The knocking continued. A set of three knocks every time. He still didn't answer. He just held onto his mother tighter and tighter as if she was still capable of protecting him like she did many times before. Then if the grip of fear in him wasn't enough, he heard the most eerie voice he could possibly hear.

"Draaaccooo ."

Though barely a whisper and very coarse, he knew who the voice belonged to. The one man who can strike fear in him more than a kiss from a Dementor can.

His father.

But how could it be when he's father was in Azkaban? And why was his father knocking if he somehow escaped Azkaban? Wouldn't he just stroll in here like he always does? Why would he knock? And if that wasn't enough, there was something that moved in the shadows. There was something or someone that was coming towards their direction. He didn't know what to make of it as his heart was completely devastated at the moment and his vision blurry because of his tears. After blinking a few times he could see clearly. He didn't know if he should be thankful that he could see clearly because what he saw was something very far from what he could possibly imagine.

Two pairs of hands held on to the edge of the bed and were pushing themselves on it. The hands could easily be recognized as one belonging to a young female and the other belonged to an elderly female. Their nails were filled with something like rotting flesh that it would appear their fingers were used either in scraping off someone's flesh or their own. They ascended and what Draco saw shocked him out of his chant. The younger creature had long flowing hair with the same color as his. Her face seemed to have been gashed at different directions and with different sharp objects. The other creature was very old but with the same length of hair yet hers was as black as the shadow they emerged from. Her face would be like a normal person if not half of it lacked skin, seeming as if her skin was peeled off carelessly. Another factor that was similar with both of them is the fact that they lack their eyelids showing off inflamed eyes. They crawled slowly towards Draco and Narcissa's corpse. The bed being large as it is somehow helped because their crawl was slow and it seemed that every movement they make made them wince with pain but they kept going. Draco froze yet held onto his mother protectively.

"Draaaacccooo " Came a voice from the door. He knew now that it was his father. Slowly the knob on the door turned. The two creatures turned and looked at the knob. The door swung open suddenly but no one was there. Slowly the figure of Lucius Malfoy appeared. His clothes were tattered and his face forlorn but the silver irises and black pupils that were supposed to be in his eyes were gone. When he stepped forward, the moonlight revealed that he seemed to have aged ten years in Azkaban. Draco knew that his father was given the dreaded kiss of a Dementor. But that wouldn't be right. He shouldn't be there; he's supposed to be an empty body with barely the mental capacity to get him back home. His question was suddenly answered when his eyes turned dark red and the creatures slowly retreated and went back to the shadows they came from. His father or what's left of him anyway, strode across the room to his side but was blasted off the wall when a house-elf used his magic to defend the young Draco from the creature that has taken the form of his father.

"Young master. Take Lady Narcissa away from here. She's best not in this cursed house. Harry Potter will help you. Go now!" Shouted the House-elf. Draco on impulse and with too much adrenaline took his mother in his arms and carried her effortlessly and ran out of the room. He saw his broom hovering outside and another house-elf shrunk his cabinet to the size of a matchbox and shoved it into his pockets. He was grateful for the help even if his mind was confused of everything that was happening. Why was their House-elf sending him to Harry Potter of all people? And why were the two creatures come out from the shadows. Were they ghosts? Zombies? What was the creature that looked like his father want to do anything with him?

"The other house-elves are outsides sir. They have prepared for your departure young master." Another house-elf said. Draco was being placed with a hood and so was her mother's body. The house-elves, even the one who made his father flew to the wall was now outside and was asking him to place his mother in the magic carpet.

"This here is filled with house-elf magic and will not be detected by the Ministry. It will fly you to Harry Potter." Draco just nodded even if he wanted to ask questions he knew it wasn't the time. He took out the cabinet from his pockets and pulled out the drawer with his socks in it and threw it to the house-elf.

"You're free. Thank you." Was all Draco could say. The house-elves were almost crying but Draco didn't see this because when he placed his mother's body in the carpet and settled himself, they flew immediately. He never experienced riding a magic carpet before but he learned that it was more comfortable than riding a broom. He also noticed that there was a small bag beside him. He didn't bother picking it up. He looked at his mother's calm face. The agony went back to him again with full force that he began crying again. All the questions in his head melted and all he could feel again was pain. He settled in his mothers arm and laid on the carpet with her to sleep in her arm like he used to do when he was young and his father was not in town. His sleep was shallow. His sleep was out of physical exhaustion and though his body rested, his mind and heart didn't. He was plagued with nightmares and the constant jolt of pain in his heart. All night long he held onto his mother as if her mother would hold him back and ease the pain and make the nightmares disappear.

The night went on and as the dawn approached the carpet settled on the manicured lawn of Number Four Privet Drive. Draco stirred. The first thing he saw were two emerald orbs looking intently at him with both confusion and concern.

TBC