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Dream and Promise	By : AlysonElizabeth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Notes: This chapter is slightly shorter than the rest. I realized how OOC Harry seemed, so this chapter tries to explain what�s going on with Harry. But just so everyone understands, yes, Harry is still Harry, but he�s got some serious issues (hopefully this chapter explains some of those better).

Dream and Promise: Chapter Four

::DEAD AND GONE::

It was the feeling of two cold arms wrapped around him that finally woke Draco up several hours later. His eyes popped open, and he recognized the room he was in as his bedroom. His head hurt with what he recognized as a hangover (although this one was the worst he had ever experienced by far), and his throat ached terribly.

But who was holding him?

�Good morning, lover.� a voice cooed in his ear, and suddenly, flashes of memories, broken and fuzzy, but real memories, flew in front of Draco�s eyes.

He went to move his legs, but a sharp pain in his ass stopped all of his movements.

�No...� Draco said, his eyes closing as he shook his head. No, it couldn�t be true...

�Oh, yes.� Harry said, propping himself up so that he was over Draco. �I sure had a fun time last night, didn�t you?�

�You ... I said no, and you ...�

Harry smirked. �Come on, say it. It wouldn�t be the first time someone convicted me of rape, even though you�ve been my most willing participate of that small group.�

Draco�s eyes opened in shock. �You mean, there�s been others?�

�Well, yes. I am a vampire, after all.� Harry said, sounding as though he was talking to a six-year-old. �That�s what vampires do. They murder, rape, and pillage.�

Draco shook his head. �No, they don�t. Vampires are noble creatures, they are respected and-�

�Only the biggest nancy vampires go by those rules!� Harry said, laughing. �Most of us just go through the motions, live like kings, outside of the realm of human rules.�

�Harry, I never knew that you were a rapist.� Draco said, his voice dead.

�I�m not really Harry though, if you think about it.� Harry said, his voice getting a listless tone to it. �I mean, he died four years ago. I really think that I�m someone else. I don�t think that I would�ve killed people and drank their blood before I became a vampire, do you?�

Draco didn�t say anything.

�And I also probably wouldn�t of killed ... oh, what�s his name ... George? Yes, George Weasley ... the old Harry Potter would�ve never killed one of his friends.�

Draco�s eyes widened horrifically. �You killed a Weasley? But ...why? He was your friend!�

Harry just shook his head and stood up (Draco wondered when he had managed to get clothes on). �No, he was the old Harry Potter�s friend, not mine. Besides, I would�ve thought that you would be happy to hear about the death of the son of the man who sentenced you to this life.�

Draco still had that disdainful, yet frightened look on his face. �Don�t you understand? You�re still Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and all of that ... not some disgusting murderer!�

�What part of �vampire� don�t you understand?� Harry shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, magic and energy crackling in sparkling lights between his fingers. �I am dead! I hunt and kill humans for their blood! I don�t love them, I don�t cuddle them ... I�m not some eternal knight in shining armor for the fucking wizarding world!�

�Then you�ve become the thing you hated the most.� Draco said softly, his voice still strong despite the tears falling down his cheeks. �You�re just like Voldemort. He killed, he ruined families; hell, he murdered both of your parents! How many parents have you murdered, Potter? How many more of your old friends are dead because you killed them?�

�What would you have me do?� Harry screamed, lunging forward so he was standing right before Draco. �Not feed? I will not die some slow, painful death of starvation to save some humans. I am superior to them, I am better than all of them!�

�I�ve read books on vampires before,� Draco said, refusing to let Potter scare him. �Just because you�re a vampire doesn�t mean you�re not Harry anymore. You�re the same person-�

�That person is dead! He died that night in the forest! What I am now is nothing like what I was-�

�You were never anything!� Draco threw back at Harry, silencing him. �So what? You interfered with Voldemort�s plans every now and then, but after our fifth year, you quit. You gave up; everyone could tell. I�ve always thought you were such a selfish bastard, you would always claim that you only wanted to help people, but I think that you were too busy wanting to maintain your own image as the hero. And the rules have never met anything to you; not at school, not since you�ve died. You were turned into a vampire, and you just figured that gave you a free license to kill whoever you wanted.� Harry continued to not speak, his silver-red eyes drained of any red. �How am I doing?� Draco sneered.

Faster than Draco�s eyes could see, Harry�s arm lashed out, catching Draco�s throat and pushing him up against the wall, squeezing painfully. Draco croaked and tried to breathe, but Harry just pushed harder, nearly crushing his windpipe.

�My whole life, everyone fucked with me, Draco.� Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. �First it was the Dursley�s, then Dumbledore and everyone else who wanted me to save their worthless lives. I was never a person to anyone, just a weapon for them to use and dispose on their will. But now?� Draco was beginning to turn blue. �Now, I�ve become something more. I�m a better weapon now, one that doesn�t need someone to operate it. All of them ... they all tried to control me ... I owe them nothing. It took me two years to realize what I was feeling, and it took my death to understand. I will not let anyone control me anymore.� Harry threw Draco across the room, the blonde crashing into the far wall. His head began to bleed from a cut there.

Harry took a deep, calming breath and walked towards Draco, kneeling down next to him. �I�m in control now, for the first time ever. I will kill everyone if I want, and no one can stop me. And I will come back for you, Draco.�

Turning, Harry walked out of the room and out of the apartment. Draco�s head hurt horribly, but he knew that he couldn�t pass out. It took every bit of his strength to stand up, and once he was up, he nearly tumbled right back over.

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Meanwhile, Harry had already left the building, the sun setting seconds before he stormed out of the main entrance.

Harry was literally shaking with anger. He couldn�t believe that Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the biggest muggle-haters in history after Voldemort himself, was questioning his motives. Ever since he had been turned, Harry had understood one thing above all others; blood. Blood sustained him, kept him alive, kept him warm, kept him powerful. As a vampire, his only task was to keep getting blood. The source never mattered to him, child, adult, friend ... they were all just meals to Harry.

What Harry had told Draco was all true. Before he had died, he had always been under someone else�s control, so after he died, he made it a point to make sure that it never happened again. He didn�t really have a personal vengeance kick that he felt he had to satisfy, but there was anger there, a rage that fueled some of his worst deeds.

But killing George Weasley wasn�t about revenge at all ... it was just because he was there, he was warm, and he was filled with blood.

Wasn�t it?

He was a vampire, after all.

Harry let his head back and screamed out all of his rage. Damn Draco for questioning him! He didn�t know anything ... he was just another pathetic muggle who knew nothing about him or anything else ... Harry was a vampire, which meant that he could kill anyone he wanted and do anything that he wanted with no consequences.

Harry�s scream caught the attention of a young woman passing by. She stopped to stare at him, standing maybe twenty feet away from the vampire. When Harry�s scream subsided, she timidly asked, �Is everything okay, sir?�

Meeting her soft gaze, Harry smiled and nodded, his fangs dropping.

�Yes.� he replied, enjoying the sound of her scream. �Everything is just fine now.�

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Malfoy knew that he needed help.

It had been a half hour since Harry had left, and all Draco had managed to do was stand up and walk to the bathroom. His head was spinning, his ass hurt horribly, and he was shaking so badly he thought his bones would shatter.

�What do I do?� Draco cried sadly, knowing that no one would hear him and that no one could help him.

Why him? Wasn�t it punishment enough that he was reduced to life as a muggle ... did he really have to suffer through the wrath of an apparently schizophrenic vampire Harry Potter as well?

Turning around to the shower, Draco turned the water on hot, not bothering with any cold. The steam started to rise from the pouring water, but Draco didn�t notice its heat on his hand. He simply started the shower and walked inside, desperately wanting to wash off the blood and the ... other fluids that covered him.

�My arms are cold,� Draco thought, running his left hand down the opposite arm, his fingers catching the difference between the skin there and the old healed scars that ran from side to side.

A disturbing grin crossed Draco�s features, and he even stifled a bit of a laugh as he remembered.

Potter didn�t have him cornered after all.

There was always another way out, should he decide to try it again.

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Meanwhile, miles and miles away from Newcastle, a wedding was just finishing. The bride, a young woman with curly brown hair, and her groom, a tall, red-headed thing, where getting in their wedding coach, on their way to their reception.

�I love you so much, Mrs. Hermione Weasley.� Ron said to his new wife, giving her a loving kiss on the lips.

�And I love you too.�

The two proceeded to make out (as newlyweds are expected to) for several minutes as the coach moved along the countryside. Finally, they both pulled apart, smiles on their faces.

Snuggling up to her new husband, Hermione sighed and said, �It was perfect, Ron. I couldn�t have asked for a better ceremony.�

Ron nodded, but then his smile started to fade. �The only thing that would�ve made it better was if George and Harry could have been there.�

Hermione sat back up and looked her husband in the eye. �Oh Ron, you know they would have loved it.�

�I know-�

�Fred seemed better today.� Hermione cut in, her gaze drifting out of the coach�s window to the small graveyard they were passing in the country. �I think he�s finally starting to live again. I was worried about him.�

�Yeah ... I guess it�s time. It has been two months.� Ron said, his voice soft and sad.

�Are there any new leads? I mean, has your father heard anything?� Hermione asked.

Ron shook his head. �No, nothing. The Ministry has interviewed all of the registered vampires in the area, and all of them have either proved their location during the attack or proved that they haven�t fed on human blood within the past six months.�

Hermione�s eyebrows lifted in shock. �So, if it wasn�t a registered vamipre, that means-�

�Yeah,� Ron interrupted. �There�s an unregistered blood-sucker out there who�s killing humans. The Aurors are going to begin casting location spells in the area soon, and they�ll be branching out, probably even past London, maybe all over the country if they have to.�

Hermione�s mouth was open in shock, but she closed it and smiled half-heartedly. �Oh, Ron, it�s our wedding day. Let�s not think about it ... let�s just be happy.�

Ron nodded, and the coach came to a stop.
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