Ok I thought I'd review my reviewers cuz this is my last chapter.

You know me. I stole you car - I'm going to take that as you like the story. Thanks for the threats- they definitely inspired me to write

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Cloud - the story is very "original" isn't it? Lol. Thanks for agreeing with me bout sending Draco back. Keep reading.

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Darkarc - I feel sorry for them both as well. But I'm sure things will turn out ok eventually (and I am the author so I should probably know.I think)

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Naynymic - I'm sorry you feel like that but please understand that Harry's not being cruel (at least not voluntarily). He's just trying to save the one person he loves from being killed. He hasn't got anybody else- no family, no other real friends. He'll do anything to save Draco including kill people who mean nothing to him. Remember that this isn't the Harry we know. This is a completely different person really. He's had a completely different life and so he will be different. I really am sorry if you don't want to keep reading, it wasn't my intention to make anyone feel like that. And in the sequel Harry will return to being Harry and Draco will- well become a mix of his old self and his new self.

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Chapter 12

I sat curled up into a ball in the dungeon. My eyes were red and swollen, unable to cry anymore tears.

The screams and expressions of what had previously been people but were now disembodied limbs on the floor echoed continuously in my brain.

I would have vomited if it had not been for the fact I hadn't eaten since I'd been in here.

Harry had brought me food but I couldn't go near it, I couldn't even look at it- I felt too sick to even think about eating.

What had I done?

Who'd ever have thought that one insignificant meeting between myself and Harry would have changed things this much?

Five bloody minutes in a robes shop- if even that long!

And I'd done this to him.

Being friends with me had turned him into this person.

*Loving* me had turned him into this person.

I was beginning to understand that there was a reason that things hadn't worked out between us in our world.

'Dray?'

Well speak of the devil.

And why had he said my name in such a questioning way?

I'd been locked in this room with every muggle and magical method known to man or wizard.

Where the hell else was I going to be?

There was a silence but when he spoke his voice was serious.

'I can't stop them. I want to but I can't- if I try they'll only hurt you more. I know you think I should be able to but I can't.'

He stepped into the candlelight and I winced as I saw him.

His presence made the memories of the attack even more vivid- they were filling my mind, pushing every other memory out until I was losing myself in a black void lacking in any emotion.

'I don't want them to hurt you. I would give anything for them to leave you out of this and you know I would- at least I hope you know that.'

He sank down onto the floor a few feet away from me.

'Just give in Dray please.' He begged. 'I don't want this anymore than you do. But sometimes there's nothing you can do and you just have to do what will save you. Please Dray. I can't stand watching them do this to you.'

I stared numbly into the distance.

'Talk to me! Please!'

I felt dazed, unable to concentrate on the effort it would take to speak.

'Dray? Can you even hear me?' Harry asked despondently.

'Probably not.' A new voice filled the room.

I frowned in dim recognition.

I knew this man- but how?

'Well at least- he probably can hear you but he's not very aware of what you're saying to him.'

The knowledge lurked somewhere deep in my brain and I tried desperately to summon up the information.

Harry frowned.

There was a sudden click in my mind.

It was my father.

'It's a perfectly normal reaction.' My father told Harry. 'His brain can't cope with all the pain and so he's trying to shut everything out. I never imagined he'd last this long actually. I didn't know he was this stubborn.'

He laughed softly. 'I didn't even know he knew the difference between right and wrong.'

Harry stared at him hatefully.

'Get out.' His voice was low and dangerous. 'Get the fuck out *now*!'

My father smirked. 'No need to get angry.'

Harry leapt to his feet. 'Now.' He repeated threateningly.

He was answered with a sardonic smile. 'As you wish.'

Harry's body was rigid with anger as he stared after him.

The door to the staircase swung shut with a booming echo and all the fury drained out of his body.

He collapsed next to me with a sigh. 'What am I doing?' He asked himself.

'That's what I've been thinking.' I said quietly.

Harry jerked round. 'Dray?'

'Who were you expecting?' I muttered. 'Father Christmas?'

He made a move as if to hug me and I involuntarily flinched.

Slowly he backed away.

It was difficult to keep a grip on reality - not that this was actually my reality anyway.

I realised with a morbid sense of humour that my conversation skills were actually literally making me go insane now I was subjecting myself to them.

However did anyone else manage?

'I know you don't want to hear this-' His voice was firm, 'but-'

I interrupted him, having a question that really needed answering. 'Why exactly are you doing this?'

'You've got to be kidding.' He frowned, stunned. 'Why do you think???'

'Why don't you tell me.' I said obstinately.

Horror crossed his face. 'Oh my God. You think I wanted this.'

I looked down, unable to wholly deny it.

'You think I like this?' He asked in disbelief. 'Do you really think I'm enjoying doing this?'

'You didn't seem to have any complaints.'

'I'm doing this for you.'

'No. You're doing this for *you*.' I snapped. 'If you really hated this then you wouldn't do it no matter what they said they were going to do.'

'That's not true.'

'Yes it is.'

He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

I shook my head sadly.

'I never knew you at all.'

'Dray don't say that. You knew- you know me better than anyone else.'

I shook my head. 'No. No I don't. Maybe the other one does but I don't know you. I thought I did but I only know him. And I thought that was going to be enough.'

'What other one?' Harry rubbed his forehead, exhaustion evident in his eyes. 'And who do you know?'

I saw the situation in a different light.

The harsh light of reality.

'He would never have done this. You're not him. No matter how much I think you are, you're not.'

Harry was beginning to look extremely disturbed. 'Dray what are you talking about?'

'This shouldn't have happened. This isn't you.' I said tearfully, beginning to lose myself in hysteria. 'You'd never do this. You're not him.'

'I'm not who?' Harry asked in bewilderment.

'You're not Harry you bastard. Harry would never have done that to that to those people.'

'Dray sweetie.' He stretched his hand out to my forehead, his face filled with worry.

'Don't touch me.' I snapped.

His hand jerked back and pain appeared on his face.

'This is all my fault. This should never have happened. This isn't you.'

'This isn't your fault.' He whispered. 'Don't ever say that thi-'

'Get away from me!' I screamed at him. 'I don't want you near me!'

'Dray.' He obediently stepped away.

I curled up and began to rock. 'Harry.' I called appealingly to a person that had never existed in this reality.

'Dray I'm right here.' He said desperately.

'Harry help me! I should never have done this just, just make it all stop.' I began to sob. 'I'm so sorry!' I choked. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it! Just make it all go away! I take it back. I take it all back. I'll be good I swear just make it go away.'

I was oblivious to the tears running down my face.

'Dray- please. Please don't do this.' Harry begged.

I jerked as I hear the guilt in his voice.

'Just leave.' I looked away from him. 'Please just leave.'

'I-' He stepped towards me and then stopped, unsure what to say.

I looked at him wearily, wondering inwardly how I'd made the change from hysteria to apathy so quickly and easily.

'I'll see you when you're feeling a bit better.' He looked hesitant and uncomfortable for a moment before he the cell was left empty.

As long as he was on their side- even involuntarily - I wouldn't feel better.

And I came to the decision that I had to do something.

I had to end this.

This was all my fault.

I tried desperately to remember the spell to end the reality but I couldn't even remember the vague meaning of it. that's how I'd wanted it to be.

But I was going to end this reality if it killed me and I would be damned if I was going to give up because I'd destroyed the page of the book.

But how else could I do it?

Somehow I didn't think "Finite Incantatem" was going to hack it.

I was such an idiot.

Why hadn't I at least memorised the spell?

Or even reading it would have been a start.

If only I didn't love him quite so much I wouldn't have been stupid enough to burn it.

This was ridiculous.

'Think Mr Malfoy.' A disapproving voice filled my head.

My head shot up and I stared suspiciously into the shadows. 'Who's there?'

Silence answered me.

'Use your brain Mr Malfoy.' The voice told me coolly.

I frowned and tried to place the voice.

'Professor McGonagall?'

'That's right.' She stepped out of the shadows.

'You're not.you can't be real.' I whispered.

'Indeed Mr Malfoy. I'm only real if you believe me to be.'

I was at a loss for words. 'But. why?'

'Mr Malfoy these are dark times. Times of your own creation. There is a reason people do not alter time when it suits them and you are looking at the reason. The world is as it is for a purpose and when that purpose is altered.'

'So this is my fault.' A part of me had known that all along. 'And now there's no way out.'

'Mr Malfoy.' She crouched in front of me, her eyes bearing some signs of sympathy. 'There is always a way out.'

There was a blaze of light and we were standing in the Transfiguration classroom at Hogwarts.

'Why are we here?' I asked, looking round at the familiar scene.

'I'm going to teach you a lesson Mr Malfoy. It seems your subconscious finds this to be a suitable place for the lesson to be taught.'

God this was confusing.

She pointed her wand at me.

'Tarantallegra.'

And, much to my embarrassment, I started dancing.

'How can this be stopped Mr Malfoy?' She watched me calmly as I jigged up and down on the spot.

'Finite Incantatem.' I gasped.

'But I will not say that. There is no one else here and you do not have your wand.'

I wracked my brains desperately. 'You could cast an opposing spell on me.'

'Mr Malfoy.' She displayed the first signs of annoyance. 'We have already decided that I will do nothing to help this situation.'

I frowned, knowing I looked like an idiot whilst dancing. 'I could chop my legs off?' I answered wildly.

She nodded seriously. 'But in this case your arms are dancing too.'

Ugh.

Bloody witch.

In more ways than one.

'You could.' I sighed frustratedly. 'I don't know!'

'Mr Malfoy. I do not believe that a wizard such as yourself cannot think of more ways to end this spell.'

'Well.I suppose if it carried on long enough my body would become too tired to carry on and it would stop.' I suggested.

'Excellent Mr Malfoy. Five points to Slytherin. But I think it would take a rather long time for a spell to end that way and I don't think we have the time to spare.'

I shook my head helplessly. 'I don't know.'

'What would happen,' she paused, 'when your body became too tired to continue?'

'Uhhmmm.' I thought hard. 'I'd die?'

A smile crossed her face.

'I think it might be time to wake up now Mr Malfoy.'

'Draco!'

My eyes flew open.

Harry stood in front of me.

'What are you doing here?' I asked him coldly.

He sighed. 'Dray please don't be like this.'

'How else do you want me to be?'

'I'm doing this for you, you idiot!'

'I don't want you to. Harry would never have-'

'Draco! Listen to me! I am Harry.' Worry clouded his eyes. 'I think there's something wrong with you.'

I snorted. '*You* think something's wrong with *me*? Have you taken a look at yourself recently?'

He continued as if he hadn't heard me. 'I think you're in shock Dray. When I came in you were talking to yourself and you don't know who I am!'

'Don't be stupid. I know who you are.'

'Who am I?' Hope lit in his eyes.

'You're a traitor.'

The hope slowly died.

Just like all those people had done.

That was the only thing stopping me for feeling guilty for the hurt I was causing him.

'I love you Dray.' He said seriously.

I love you too you stupid *stupid* bastard.

'Fuck you.'

He sighed and sat down next to me on the cold dungeon floor. 'Please try to understand.'

I am trying. I'm trying with every fibre of my body but I can't.

'I wouldn't be able to survive if anything ever happened to you. You're my life Dray. I know it might sound bad but you're the only person who matters to me. If it's a choice between you and a load of people I've never met I'm going to choose you every time.'

Harry would never have chosen that.

He put his hand on my cheek and despite myself I leaned into his touch.

'Come back to me Dray.' He whispered, leaning forward and gently brushing his lips against mine.

I closed my eyes, amazed I could feel that familiar energy jolt when he touched me - even in this situation.

'How touching.' A familiar voice sneered.

My father stepped out from the shadows.

'What do you want?' Harry asked sullenly.

'Our master wishes to talk to you.'

I watched this exchange interestedly. If my father put up with that tone of voice from Harry then it means Voldemort really needed him for something.

'I'll be there in a minute.' Harry said dismissively.

My father laughed ominously. 'Now, Mr Potter or I think you may find my son has a nasty surprise.'

Harry jerked away from me and got to his feet immediately, glowering.

'Actually father I don't think I'd call it a surprise anymore.' I managed to gain back some part of my imperious tone. 'I'd call it overused and unoriginal.'

A small smile touched the corners of Harry's lips.

'It gets the job done.' My father glared at me.

'Apparently it doesn't.' Harry chipped in. 'As Draco is still not on your- our side.'

He smiled at me and despite myself I smiled back.

'Mr Potter.' My father warned, his voice icy.

'Oh calm down *Lucius*.' Harry smirked. 'I'm coming.'

'Don't.' I whispered. 'Don't go.'

He looked at me sadly. 'I have to.'

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him leave the cell knowing what he was going to do- knowing that I had to do something before he did it.

What had McGonagall said?

A spell ends once the victim is dead.

But in this case who was the victim?

I couldn't be because I had cast the spell.

The pain of the link with Voldemort lingered and I tried to brush it aside as I analysed the situation.

I'd cast the spell so that Harry would love me.

If I translated that to I'd cast a spell to make Harry love me then the answer was simple.

Harry was the victim.

No.

I couldn't kill Harry.

No matter what he'd done, no matter how much I hated him at the moment I couldn't kill him.

I loved him.

I didn't want to.

I knew he wasn't the same person but I loved him nonetheless.

There had to be another way.

The night passed slowly- the minutes dragging on as I tried to come up with another way to end the spell.

And the question lingered on that if I was given the chance - would I take the only way out I'd come up with.

I didn't know the answer.

As much as I wanted this all to end I wasn't sure I could make myself do that.

I pictured him- his messy black hair falling over his dark green eyes as they sparkled at some joke he'd just told.

I felt a pang of longing and my heart ached to see him again.

I loved Harry- it was that simple.

And for the first time since the inversed Dark Mark thing had been put on my arm I wanted to see him.

I didn't care at that moment about what I'd do when I saw him. I'd know what to do when the time came.

If possible, time seemed to pass even slower before his daily visit when he'd bring me my breakfast.

But eventually I heard the metal scrape and I tensed with anticipation.

But the person who entered the cell was not the person I wanted to see.

'Where's Harry?' I demanded.

'Is that any way to greet your father?'

"It is when your father is a lying Death Eater scumbag" was the response I wanted to say.

But if I wanted to see Harry then I should probably stop digging.

'I want to go see Harry.'

My father arched an eyebrow. 'Harry's busy at the moment.'

'I want to see him.' I insisted persistently.

'Well you can't.'

'I'm sure Harry wouldn't be very happy to know that you're not letting me see him.'

'Are you threatening me Draco?' He asked in amusement.

'Of course not father.' I said innocently. 'I just hate to think what Harry will do when he finds out that after all he's doing for you, you won't let me see him.'

'Draco,' my father's voice hardened, 'did it occur to you that I may never give you the chance to tell Harry.'

Anybody else would probably have been afraid of the tone of his voice but I was his son and as such hardened to its effects.

'And how are you going to do that? Kill me? That wouldn't be a very good idea considering I'm the only reason Harry's doing this. You could always curse me but I think you've found by now that it won't make a damn bit of difference to what I do or don't say.'

My father stared at me impassively but I could see an internal battle taking place as he weighed up the pros and cons of letting me see Harry.

'You can cast a spell on me to stop me escaping.' I offered.

As if I had a choice.

'No point.' My father murmured thoughtfully, 'no matter what you think he won't help you escape. You can't hide from the Mark and you definitely can't run from it.'

'But I can see him?' I pressed.

There was silence.

My father nodded stiffly.

A mixture of relief and apprehension swept over me.

The chains unlocked themselves with a small click and fell to the ground.

Supporting myself on the wall I slowly got to my feet.

My knees almost buckled, unused to standing up. My legs had cramped and my arms and neck were stiff.

'I don't have all day.' My father snapped.

Biting my lip, I hobbled after him up the stairs as quickly as I could.

I stepped out into the hallway above the dungeons.

The light almost blinded me and I instinctively closed my eyes with a hissed intake of breath.

Slowly, very slowly, I gradually opened my eyes until I could see without the fierce pain.

'If you're quite ready.' My father raised an eyebrow.

I followed him quickly, almost running to keep up with him.

'No spell?' I asked in surprise that wasn't quite as fake as I made it appear.

'Even you aren't stupid enough to try to escape.'

So there was that famous Malfoy charm.

'So I guess Voldemort's not here then?' I ventured as I walked.

My father glared at me confirming that I'd hit the nail right on the head.

I knew there had to be a reason I'd got out of that cell.

'He's in here.' He snapped brusquely, opening a door. 'I'll be back in half an hour. Try anything and you'll regret it.'

'Hmm.' I wasn't listening- I'd caught sight of Harry and my heart had stopped beating.

He looked so drained and depressed that I just wanted to kiss away every single care and worry in his mind.

I stepped into the room and he spun around as the door shutting made a small noise.

'Harry.' I whispered, my head spinning as our eyes connected.

'Dray?' His face lit up.

'In the flesh.' I smiled slightly and stepped towards him.

'So I see.'

And suddenly it was as though nothing had ever happened. As it was before any of this Voldemort crap.

'And do you like what you see?' I asked flirtatiously, with a smile that felt almost out of place.

His eyes shone with love. 'More than you'll ever know.'

Slowly, very slowly I stepped forward and brushed my lips against his.

The familiar rush I got from seeing him distracted me from what I came here to (maybe) do.

'I can't believe you're here.' He murmured. 'I thought you'd never want to see me again.'

'I didn't. For a while anyway. But I love you- I really do and nothing's going to change that.'

I smiled at him slightly. 'Ever.'

He drew me forward to meet his lips in a kiss.

My arms slipped round his waist and I froze slightly as I felt his wand in his back pocket.

Before I knew exactly what I was doing I slid it out of his pocket and into my own.

My heard thudding so loudly that I would have sworn he could hear it I broke the kiss.

'I missed you.' He murmured.

'I missed you too.'

And I'm going to miss you more.

I grabbed him by his robes and yanked him towards me, crushing my lips against his with a force that sent waves of pain from my cut lip.

I tried to drink him into my very being- the knowledge of what I had to do bringing an extreme clarity of how much I loved him.

'Wow.' He whispered as I pulled away.

A sob slipped out from my mouth as I stared at him intently.

'Hey what's wrong?' He whispered.

'I- I just-' I took a deep shaky breath in and managed to force a smile, 'I just love you so much.'

'I lo-'

I put my finger over his lips.

I couldn't hear him say that he loved me when I was about to do what I was going to do.

It seemed wrong in a way I couldn't fathom.

'Shh.' I murmured.

Gently, I brushed his hair out of his face. 'I've been doing a lot of thinking- I've had a lot of time. And I've decided I can't blame you for doing this.'

I swallowed, gathering my strength together.

'I know its hard to do the right thing. I understand now why you're doing this. But sometimes what's really right isn't what you *want* to be right.'

I took a step back. 'And one of has to what's right.'

He frowned, confused as to what I was talking about.

'I can't let you do this Harry.'

'What are you talking about?'

I removed the wand from my pocket and the blood drained from his face.

'Dray what are you doing?' Panic rose in his eyes.

A tear rolled down my face, leaving a path of clean skin in my dusty face.

'I'm sorry.'

And I meant it.

100% absolutely and totally.

More than I'd meant anything in the world- other than the words "I love you".

'Dray you're not thinking straight.'

'I am. I am for the first time in months.'

I gripped his wand so tightly I thought it was going to break.

Deep down I wanted it to.

I didn't want to have to do this.

'I love you.' I raised his wand. 'Avada Kedavra!'

The terror in his eyes was the last thing I saw before the spell erupted from my wand.

I could see the green light through my tears and it shattered, reflected in every direction in my crystal teardrop.

His body fell to the ground in slow motion, landing with a small thud that echoed through me.

The world began to tear itself apart, pieces of it being torn away from the others.

And out of the thousand separate fragments, a new world began to piece itself together.

There was a blinding flash of light and I closed my eyes involuntarily.

And then everything was still.

The only sound I could hear was my laboured breathing as I held back sobs.

Cautiously I opened my eyes.

I was standing in front of the fireplace in my room still clutching the goblet full of the potion.

The embers in the fireplace were dying and as I stared in shock at my surroundings a ray of light peeked through my window.

I swallowed hard, holding back the tears that threatened to spill down my face.

There was a knock on the door.

'Mr Malfoy?'

The goblet slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.

It shattered into a thousand pieces.

Just like my heart.

THE END (For now)





So there we have it.

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