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Death Dormant	By : verisimilitude Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2939 -:- 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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Title: Death Dormant

Summary: Draco and Harry are haunted by what seems to be their former lives. Will these phantoms of the past gain control or can Harry and Draco stop them from truly manifesting and something horrible from happening?

Auts Nos Note: This is only the prologue, of course. And we all know the prologues rarely make sense until the whole story is finished and sometimes not even then. So bear with me, yes, the prologue is strange, but so is the very story. Be assured that there will be all I promise you: Harry Draco slash, violence, and otherworldly conflicts. The next chapter should be up within the next week or so, and significantly longer than this. Review or I get bored with the story, and do not continue it.

Disclaimer: Voldemort made me do it.

Prologue

To Claim a Soul

She had not known more than a flash of shimmering white, a haunting high laugh of a boy, and a feeling she could not describe: a trill of shivers through her body. As the months passed by she felt this more often, like a promise she would soon meet the phantom she had fallen in love with. Was he a spirit, haunting the grounds? She did not know. All that filled her mind was the sound of his laugh, like a thousands bells ringing for the mourning day.

Her family grew worried, even strangers now concernedly questioned after her health as she stood quietly, tilting her head slightly, a small wistful smile and a far off look taking her over. When this happened, she would stand as the dead, her pale, gaunt body waif-like, and answering no call except the very one that enveloped her.

Her once ruby-red hair, the pride of her father, as he called her his Ruby-jewel, lost its shine and fell out in clumps as her maidservant dutifully brushed her mistress�s hair with sorrow. She walked around in her nightshift, wandering the halls as one lost, crying in sad wailing moans when she could not find what she was looking for.

Now her mother and father feared for her life. They called doctor after doctor to visit her, but they found nothing wrong. One doctor gave a strange comment, �It almost seems, my lord, as if she is heartbroken. I saw a case like this once, where a young woman had lost her husband in the war, bless her soul, and slowly wasted away with dementia, crying out for her husband in her waking hours.� Her mother and father brushed this away, their daughter was very young and had had no relationship with any man at any time in her life that could have left her this heartbroken.

Her brothers were scared. They saw their little sister become someone they did not know, her wistful smiles not ones they knew. It hurt, and they grieved as if she had already died, except the youngest, Theodore, who was eleven, only a year older than she was. If anyone eluded that his sister was soon to die, or that something was wrong with her, he screamed at him or her, even resorted to violence.

She was a weak, pale little thing on the final day. In the middle of the night she heard a soft giggle, the high-pitched one of her phantom love. Elizabeth, her name caressed her, like a spell, come to me. She obeyed, crawling out of the large bed she looked so overwhelmed in lately, careful not to wake Theo, who sleeping guard by her bedside, his white haired splayed across her bedspread. Down the hall she dutifully walked, out to the plush gardens.

Back in her room, Theo woke from a nightmare to find that his beloved sister was gone. He ran out of the room and down the halls, frantically searching for her while she treaded through the dew glistening grass to the center of the gardens. Finally, Theo ran outside, and from the farthest distance he glimpsed her white form disappear into the depths of the wooden glade. Running in desperation, he slipped on the wet grass, yet got up again and ran like a man truly holding onto his last hope.

When she got to the waterfall, she saw him sitting idly on a branch in the tree shading the pool. She gasped when she took him in, his pale form glistened like moonlight had bathed it, dark tresses of pure black blended into the night, but his eyes - gods, his eyes - were like twin fires of emerald light. It burned her, his gaze. Such a beautiful boy, so much unearthly beauty. It hurt, yet it was a welcome hurt. She knew somewhere deep in her, that he was not a good boy. He was not a kind, considerate soul. The boy she loved was cruel, cold, and heartless, yet a bit of hope still kindled in her heart.

The boy was suddenly in front of her and she gave out a startled gasp. Elizabeth, her name was said again. Yet, the boy�s firm mouth did not move, his expression did not flicker. You are mine. You are not to belong to any other being. You will live in servitude to me for the rest of eternity. It was not a question.

Yes, she whispered, in compliance, because that was what she truly wanted, to be by his side forever.

Theodore came into the clearing as her body dropped listlessly to the ground in front of a monster. Theo screamed her name in horror, running to her side. He gathered her cold and damp body in his arms, cradling her, repeating her name. He did not notice what he called �monster� staring down at its feet at the scene in front of it.

Theodore. At his name, Theo looked up at the creature with a tear-stained visage; his pale gray eyes rimmed red. You will be mine, also, but not today. The monster had vanished then, leaving the ghost of a promise lingering in the air. Theo�s heart filled with rage, and he looked down at the sister he had loved with all his being, and saw the worshipping smile on her now-empty face, and screamed in rage and sorrow and loss. The scream was one that filled the minds of all people. Some wept where they were standing. Some fell to the ground in anguish. Theodore swore that night to wreak revenge on the beautiful boy, the unnatural boy, and the boy whom had whispered in Theo�s mind of endless pleasures, the boy whom Theo knew as Death.
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