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One Must Die	By : JadeFalcon Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: Ain't No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down)
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DISCLAIMER: The Song "Ain't No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down)" was written and performed by Johnny Cash. I do not own the song, and all rights go to his benefit. No money is being made by posting the song here, and no copywrite infringement is intended. (Special thanks to BronxWench for informing me of this).

STORY TITLE: One Must Die

CHAPTER ONE: Ain't No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down)
You will kill him, thought Lucius Malfoy.
He peered through the one-way-charmed wall. On the other side, two boys stood facing one-another. Neither one knew how they had gotten where they were. Nor did they have any idea where “here” was.
The plan had worked almost flawlessly. It started as a trick note that was smuggled into Gryffindor Tower via Owl Post for Harry Potter. It was bait; a note full of promises of sex and a night full of lust. The note had been signed ‘Gryffindor Slut’; an open interpretation indicating anyone, but allowing Harry to seek comfort in someone whom he was most likely to trust from his own House.
He fell for it.
It had been quite amusing for Lucius. He, and seven other Death Eaters, waited patiently in the Room of Requirement for Harry to show up. Harry’s face was full of curiosity and desire as he stepped passed the magical ward that protected the room.
His expression soon fell as he caught a glimpse of whom he was facing. Though Harry couldn’t see their faces, the Death Eater masks made it obvious. He hurriedly tried to raise his wand, but a dash of Instant Blackness Powder from Lucius darkened the room and caused it to be impossible to see. The other Death Eaters raised their wands and, using their charm-enhanced-eyesight, quickly sent several stunning charms towards the vulnerable boy. He collapsed in an unconscious heap where he stood.
Lucius was pleased at how well the kidnapping of Potter went. The same could not be said for how the kidnapping of his own son had taken place.
Lucius played out the same scenario on Draco, once Potter was bound, gagged, blindfolded, and hauled off away from the Room of Requirement. Only this time, anger had replaced the cocky, arrogant smirk on Draco’s face when he realized what was happening. He raised his wand just in time to send out a Killing Curse, which killed a man named Edward Furrows. But the plan worked pretty much the same, and soon, Draco too collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
Not but an hour later, both boys were sprawled on the floor of the dungeon; their bonds were cut and their blindfolds removed. Both their wands had long been removed and pocketed by Lucius. A simple “Enervate” charm revived both boys, before the large cell was abandoned, leaving only the two boys blinking stupidly at one another.
“M…Malfoy?” Harry muttered, staring at Draco from his sprawled position on the cold stone floor.
Draco responded in kind. “Potter? What the hell?” Draco sat up and looked around him. Harry followed suit.
Both boys appeared to be in a large octagon-shaped room, with numerous torches lit high above on the surrounding walls. They cast an eerie but clear glow over the whole room. The room itself was approximately 30 feet wide. The ceiling stretched high above about 14 feet. The flames from the torches licked gently at the base of the ceiling.
There did not appear to be a door. Indeed, Lucius had seen to it that no door was present until it was required. He wanted zero chance of escape, and left nothing to task.
The truth was more sinister than that. The dungeon was a long-forgotten remnant of World War 1, which was used to house Magical German Prisoners of War. The atrocities that occurred in this room were such that it was sealed after the war, and all traces of the room had been wiped out from recorded history. The Ministry was not proud of this place, and wanted to forget completely about its existence. It was located in a secret tunnel below Knockturn Alley; approximately 30 feet underground.
Neither boy knew this.
Draco rose slowly to his feet. He looked guardedly at Harry as he likewise stood up. “Where are we?”
Harry snorted. “How the hell am I supposed to know that?”
Draco narrowed his eyes at him, then slowly looked around. Harry did the same. Both boys walked over to the wall opposite of them.
Harry started by feeling the cracks between the stones, trying to find a secret passageway. Draco was likewise pressing random bricks with each hand, trying to find a pattern that would unlock a hidden exit.
Both boys worked each wall for over an hour, until they reached an area on the same wall and came to a stop next to each other.
Harry sighed. “Nothing?”
“No. You?”
“No.”
Draco let out a sigh. He looked up. Above him, where the corner of the ceiling joined the wall, was a small rectangular vent. It was approximately one foot long and a few inches wide. As he stood there for a few seconds, he felt a gentle breeze graze his face.
“HELLO?!” Draco bellowed.
Across the room, Harry jumped and spun around, holding his chest and gasping. “Jesus, Malfoy! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Draco, still gazing up at the split, waved Harry over. “There’s a vent in the ceiling over here. Maybe someone can hear us.”
Harry walked over and looked up. Both boys glanced at one-another before calling out random words; calls for help and sentences of the lost.
From behind his solid wall, Lucius smiled. He knew about the vent. It went on through a series of zig-zags to a gutter hole that connected to the sewer. The vent was necessary to keep fresh air and oxygen flowing into the room. Lucius also knew that no sound travelled to the surface from the vent. But, just to be sure, he placed a silencing charm on the vent.
After what seemed like 15 minutes, both boys fell silent; their throats raw from yelling.
Draco rubbed his face in frustration. He wandered to the center of the room and put his hands on his hips. “Alright, let’s try something else.”
Harry let out a groan and wiped a layer of sweat off of his forehead. He turned to face Draco, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. He glared at the blond boy.
“Your fucking father is responsible for this, Malfoy,” growled Harry.
Draco’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. “Then what the fuck am I doing here, dumbass?” He retorted. “You think my own father would kidnap me and put me in a cell with you? Hasn’t staring at Weasley’s ugly face all these years been enough torture for me?”
Harry snarled and started towards the blue-eyed boy. “Shut up!”
Draco snorted and waved Harry away. “Stuff it, Potter,” he said tiredly. “Just stop. My father had nothing to do with me being here.”
Harry stopped a few feet in front of Malfoy; his hands firmly on his hips. “And how do you know that?”
Draco shifted and looked down at his feet, placing his hands on his hips as well. But there was no defiance in his stance. “Be…because…” he muttered.
“Yes?” Harry pressed.
“Because...” Draco sighed, looking up. “Because I was kidnapped by Death Eaters! There! Alright?”
Harry processed this, and barked out a laugh. “Hah! And you think that somehow makes you immune to your father’s actions?”
Draco looked up at Harry and spoke in clipped tones. “Contrary to popular belief, Potter, Death Eaters are parents who care about their children.”
To Harry’s ears, he didn’t sound convinced. He snorted and waved Draco off before stomping away to sulk against a wall.
Draco sighed again, wiping a sheen of sweat from his brow. The truth of the matter was that Draco wasn’t convinced. How could his father’s comrades pull off something like this without Lucius knowing about it?
He was beginning to notice how hot it was becoming in the room. He had no idea that his father was charming warm air into the room as part of his plan.
Draco slumped against a wall and undid the buttons on the front of his shirt. He was dressed lightly in anticipation of the lustful evening he was promised in the note that he now knew was a trick. He felt his bare bottom rub against the hard ground through his thin jeans. Draco found himself wishing he had put on his silk green boxers that he wore daily, instead of going commando. He swiveled his head against the wall and glanced over at Harry.
Harry was looking down at the ground and muttering under his breath. He was fanning his T-shirt against his chest in an effort to cool himself. He too was dressed lightly; just a light T-shirt and a pair of jeans, with boxer-briefs beneath them.
Draco watched as Harry’s eyes trailed along the floor towards the center of the room. “Malfoy...take a look at this. I think there’s a pattern on the floor.”
Draco stood up and walked to Harry, standing in the center of the room. His shirt billowed out slightly on either side of him, exposing his bare torso. He came to a stop next to Harry and looked down.
On the ground, in various places, were dark splotches of varying size and shape. The boys wandered separately to each spot and studied them; standing at different angles and looking at the other splotches, trying to find a pattern.
Suddenly, something occurred to Draco. He stooped down on one knee and ran his hand over a rather large spot. In the dim torch light, he could barely make out the color that came away on his fingers. He leaned down until his nose was centimeters away from the stone floor and sniffed.
Harry studied Draco out of the corner of his eye. What the hell is he doing? He was about to call out, when suddenly, Draco stood up. He was paler than normal.
“Fucking Merlin!” he gasped as he looked up at Harry. “It’s blood!”
Harry’s eyes widened as he looked down. He was standing on a stain, which he quickly jumped off of. Both boys stared around the room in horror. The stains were everywhere and, now that they were focused on them, they seemed to cover every surface of the room. Even the walls had faint stains that flickered in and out of focus with the torchlight. The floor was crisscrossed with blood stains that overlapped one-another. Some thicker, some lighter.
Harry found himself breathing the hot air of the room hard, and tried to calm his nerves. Draco was standing near him, still gazing around the room in horror.
“We…we have to get the fuck out of here,” Draco stuttered.
“The thought has occurred to me, Malfoy,” said Harry breathlessly.
Draco swung his gaze at Harry and snarled. “This is no time to be a smart ass, Potter! I’m NOT IN THE MOOD!” He finished his statement with a roar.
Harry looked at Draco. He was shivering, his skin looked wane, and his eyes were wide and bloodshot. He didn’t need a diagnosis spell to tell him that Draco was terrified. Truth be told: Harry wasn’t feeling too great either.
We need to stay calm, thought Harry. If we are going to get out of this alive, we need to stay calm.
Harry straitened, took a deep breath, and steadied his voice. Show him some bravery, and he’ll calm down. “You’re right, Draco. I’m sorry.”
Draco froze in place. His chest stilled as he held in a breath and let it out slowly. “Wh…what?” His voice cracked.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be snarky.” He stepped forward, softening his voice. “I’m scared too.”
Harry reached a hand up and gently placed it on Draco’s shoulder. Draco flinched, but didn’t move away. “We need to stay calm. We need to conserve our energy. Arguing and panicking is only going to make us more exhausted. Okay?”
Draco looked torn between his brought-up hatred of Harry and wanting Harry to give him a hug. To make him more comfortable, Harry gave his shoulder a gentle pat and removed his hand. Draco nodded curtly.
“It’s just us here, Draco. Let’s drop our pride; both of us. If we get out of this alive, and you still want to hate my guts, then you’re welcome to. But if we do it here, we’ll only end up hurting or killing each other, and neither one of us may ever get out, if that’s the case.”
Draco listened. When Harry finished talking, he looked up into Harry’s face and nodded solemnly. “Sorry Potter,” he said quietly.
Harry found himself smiling, despite himself. “Call me Harry, Draco.”
Draco cracked a faint smile and nodded. “ Okay, Harry.”
-End Chapter 1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyfCTZB6Nrk

There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down

There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound

I'm gonna rise right out of the ground

Ain't no grave

Can hold my body down
Well, look way down the river

And what do you think I see

I see a band of angels

And they're coming after me
Ain't no grave

Can hold my body down

There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down
Well, look down yonder, Gabriel

Put your feet on the land and sea

But Gabriel, don't you blow your trumpet

Until you hear from me
There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down

Ain't no grave

Can hold my body down
Well meet me, Jesus, meet me

Meet me in the middle of the air

And if these wings don't fail me,

I will meet you anywhere
Ain't no grave

Can hold my body down

There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down
Well meet me, Mother and Father,

Meet me down the river road

And Mama, you know that I'll be there

When I check in my load
Ain't no grave

Can hold my body down

There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down

There ain't no grave

Can hold my body down
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