Somebody Save Me for selinakyle47 by phoenixrae
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Title: Somebody Save Me
Summary: Can a broken soul ever be saved?
A/N: This fic is for selinakyle47 who asked for an angsty fic. I am not a good angst-fic writer but I took a shot at it. Hope you like it. I incorporated events in HBP but did not really follow the actual timeline of events. It was a gamble I risked playing because of her one stipulation: DRACO WITH THE DARK MARK. Also it's a cliffhanger since I couldn't write this fic without making it a chaptered fic.
I. Fall from Grace
RUN, DRACO, RUN! A voice at the back of his head kept on chanting as he made his way towards freedom, but it wasn't really freedom he was running to, but it was freedom in a sense that he escaped unscathed from the fray that he masterminded but wasn't able to pull through when it was time to do the dirty deed.
He stared at the aged face of Albus Dumbledore staring at him, willing him not to do what he was told to do by his Master. He was starting to crack; Albus Dumbledore was starting to get to his veneer. When he knew he wasn't able to do it, his bloody Head of House, Lord Voldemort's new favourite pet since his father had shamed the Malfoy name and was now rotting in Azkaban, finished the deed for him.
Sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy slowed down to a walk, checking over his shoulder every now and then to make sure he wasn't being followed. Severus Snape was left behind, throwing curses at that blasted Boy Who Lived; last he saw, Harry Potter was on the ground, throwing missed hexes and curses at their former Potions Master.
"What a bloody mess you got yourself in to now, my body," came his mother's voice inside his head. "You're only a boy, my son, you're barely a man. Why must you accept such task from the Dark Lord?"
Draco pictured his mother, the beautiful Narcissa Malfoy with her blonde hair billowing in the midnight breeze as she stood outside their manor's second floor balcony the night before he left for Hogwarts. They had a heart-to-heart conversation before he returned to school. Once there, he would carry out the task he was sure would clear his father's name in the eyes of the Dark Lord.
"Because I have to, Mother," he answered through gritted teeth now, his hands clecnhed to a tight fist as he speed-walked past Hogsmeade and into the woods beyond to hide from Aurors who might be trailing him and his former professor. "I have to clear Father's name. I have to prove to the Dark Lord that we Malfoys are not huge let-downs." He scratched at the spot where the Dark Lord's Mark rested on the inside of his left arm. It was all because of his blasted stupid family that he went through with this suicide task to begin with! He wouldn't have bothered joining in the fray if his family name wasn't at stake, and it was no thanks to that glorified boy wonder of the wizarding world. Just thinking about him made his blood boil.
~ * ~
GINNY WEASLEY WAS the unwanted companion of the trio as they trekked out in search of the Dark Lord. Harry was on a one-way course to destruction since the day they buried Albus Dumbledore and Hogwarts closed its doors to students. It was already the middle of July and they left the Burrow shortly after arriving.
Harry had lived with his relatives in Surrey for a good week and a half before he was picked up and taken to live with the Weasleys for the remainder of the summer. But her ex-boyfriend and his two best friends had already made up their minds about hunting down the dark wizard responsible for all the pain and loss Harry Potter had to endure since he was a year old.\
"You're not leaving me out of this one, Harry Potter," Ginny protested earnestly when she caught wind of what he, along with Hermione Granger and her big brother, Ron, planned to do three days after Harry came to the Burrow to live with them.
"Ginny, you know why I ended our relationship," Harry pointed out to her, reminding her that deep down his big heart, he loved her so much he couldn't chance losing her. She was touched by that thought; nevertheless, she wouldn't just stand back and let him put his bloody life on the line, even though it was already there since the beginning of this stupid war against the Dark Lord.
They argued some more after that until he finally caved and agreed to let her accompany him and his two best friends on this journey to their doom. Her mother cried bucket-loads of tears the morning the four of them bid her goodbye. Molly Weasley couldn't believe her only daughter was going with her brother, close girlfriend and ex-boyfriend on this expedition that they all knew would be the death of them. She tried to dissuade Ginny from going, telling her that her friends and brother were better off on their own having had the opportunity to master their ruffian ways since they started at Hogwarts nearly seven years ago.
"Mother, I made up my mind," Ginny said sternly the night before when Molly came into her bedroom which she was sharing with Hermione. "I love Harry. I love Ron. And I love Hermione. Would you rather I stay here worrying my head off wondering if all three of them would come back in one piece?" she argued.
Molly said no more after that. She knew it was a losing battle she was having with her stubborn daughter. She wished the two of them a good night's sleep and left.
That had been a week and a half ago now. The four of them had been roaming around the countryside searching for the Dark Lord's whereabouts. Although the three of them could Apparate, they couldn't do it because she was with them and she was still underage.
"I think it's time we take a break," announced Harry who was ahead of their small group. He turned around and faced the three of them. It was already way past noon, and they'd been walking since the break of dawn. They had no where to go and they were out in the middle of no where with a dirty road to follow and no precise destination.
"Thank Merlin -- I'm starving!" exclaimed Ron, who didn't waste any time before relieving himself of the heavy knapsack he was carrying and rummaged for something to eat. They had passed by a small inn a few hours ago and ate breakfast. Good thing Ginny and Hermione had the common sense to buy something to eat for the road too.
"Make sure you leave some for us to eat too, Ronald," reminded Hermione who was eyeing the red-haired young man as he fished for food inside his knapsack.
Ginny left the two of them to argue. She stood beside Harry who was keeping a watch on the premises. They never really talked since she made up her mind about going with them. At first she gave him his space; she understood he was mad and upset with her because she'd defied his wishes, but after a week of giving her the cold shoulder treatment, she hoped he would be loosening up by now.
"Are we getting close?" She asked for lack of anything else to talk about.
Harry looked over his shoulder at the petite redhead standing beside him. his forehead creased to a frown, and he gave his shoulders a slight shrug, indicating he didn't know.
"Do you want me to go back?"
That question got a response from him. Harry turned around and faced her; his green eyes sought and held her dark brown ones.
"Would you go back to the Burrow I asked you to?" he questioned.
Ginny knew her answer would be a resounding 'no,' but the intense look in Harry's eyes made her think twice before opening her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Ginny looked her ex-boyfriend straight in the eyes and told him what she didn't want to say. But it was something Harry wanted to hear.
"If you want me to go back home to the Burrow, just say so, Harry. I'm a big girl now. I can handle it."
A play of emotion crossed Harry's face. Ginny quenced the slight spark of hope that ignited in the pit of her stomach at the sight of her ex-boyfriend's mixed emotion visible in his face. He was torn, she could tell, between telling her to stay or go, but Ginny knew he would come to the right decision; and by 'right,' it meant sending her back to the Burrow, no questions asked.
Title: Somebody Save Me
Summary: Can a broken soul ever be saved?
A/N: This fic is for selinakyle47 who asked for an angsty fic. I am not a good angst-fic writer but I took a shot at it. Hope you like it. I incorporated events in HBP but did not really follow the actual timeline of events. It was a gamble I risked playing because of her one stipulation: DRACO WITH THE DARK MARK. Also it's a cliffhanger since I couldn't write this fic without making it a chaptered fic.
I. Fall from Grace
RUN, DRACO, RUN! A voice at the back of his head kept on chanting as he made his way towards freedom, but it wasn't really freedom he was running to, but it was freedom in a sense that he escaped unscathed from the fray that he masterminded but wasn't able to pull through when it was time to do the dirty deed.
He stared at the aged face of Albus Dumbledore staring at him, willing him not to do what he was told to do by his Master. He was starting to crack; Albus Dumbledore was starting to get to his veneer. When he knew he wasn't able to do it, his bloody Head of House, Lord Voldemort's new favourite pet since his father had shamed the Malfoy name and was now rotting in Azkaban, finished the deed for him.
Sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy slowed down to a walk, checking over his shoulder every now and then to make sure he wasn't being followed. Severus Snape was left behind, throwing curses at that blasted Boy Who Lived; last he saw, Harry Potter was on the ground, throwing missed hexes and curses at their former Potions Master.
"What a bloody mess you got yourself in to now, my body," came his mother's voice inside his head. "You're only a boy, my son, you're barely a man. Why must you accept such task from the Dark Lord?"
Draco pictured his mother, the beautiful Narcissa Malfoy with her blonde hair billowing in the midnight breeze as she stood outside their manor's second floor balcony the night before he left for Hogwarts. They had a heart-to-heart conversation before he returned to school. Once there, he would carry out the task he was sure would clear his father's name in the eyes of the Dark Lord.
"Because I have to, Mother," he answered through gritted teeth now, his hands clecnhed to a tight fist as he speed-walked past Hogsmeade and into the woods beyond to hide from Aurors who might be trailing him and his former professor. "I have to clear Father's name. I have to prove to the Dark Lord that we Malfoys are not huge let-downs." He scratched at the spot where the Dark Lord's Mark rested on the inside of his left arm. It was all because of his blasted stupid family that he went through with this suicide task to begin with! He wouldn't have bothered joining in the fray if his family name wasn't at stake, and it was no thanks to that glorified boy wonder of the wizarding world. Just thinking about him made his blood boil.
~ * ~
GINNY WEASLEY WAS the unwanted companion of the trio as they trekked out in search of the Dark Lord. Harry was on a one-way course to destruction since the day they buried Albus Dumbledore and Hogwarts closed its doors to students. It was already the middle of July and they left the Burrow shortly after arriving.
Harry had lived with his relatives in Surrey for a good week and a half before he was picked up and taken to live with the Weasleys for the remainder of the summer. But her ex-boyfriend and his two best friends had already made up their minds about hunting down the dark wizard responsible for all the pain and loss Harry Potter had to endure since he was a year old.\
"You're not leaving me out of this one, Harry Potter," Ginny protested earnestly when she caught wind of what he, along with Hermione Granger and her big brother, Ron, planned to do three days after Harry came to the Burrow to live with them.
"Ginny, you know why I ended our relationship," Harry pointed out to her, reminding her that deep down his big heart, he loved her so much he couldn't chance losing her. She was touched by that thought; nevertheless, she wouldn't just stand back and let him put his bloody life on the line, even though it was already there since the beginning of this stupid war against the Dark Lord.
They argued some more after that until he finally caved and agreed to let her accompany him and his two best friends on this journey to their doom. Her mother cried bucket-loads of tears the morning the four of them bid her goodbye. Molly Weasley couldn't believe her only daughter was going with her brother, close girlfriend and ex-boyfriend on this expedition that they all knew would be the death of them. She tried to dissuade Ginny from going, telling her that her friends and brother were better off on their own having had the opportunity to master their ruffian ways since they started at Hogwarts nearly seven years ago.
"Mother, I made up my mind," Ginny said sternly the night before when Molly came into her bedroom which she was sharing with Hermione. "I love Harry. I love Ron. And I love Hermione. Would you rather I stay here worrying my head off wondering if all three of them would come back in one piece?" she argued.
Molly said no more after that. She knew it was a losing battle she was having with her stubborn daughter. She wished the two of them a good night's sleep and left.
That had been a week and a half ago now. The four of them had been roaming around the countryside searching for the Dark Lord's whereabouts. Although the three of them could Apparate, they couldn't do it because she was with them and she was still underage.
"I think it's time we take a break," announced Harry who was ahead of their small group. He turned around and faced the three of them. It was already way past noon, and they'd been walking since the break of dawn. They had no where to go and they were out in the middle of no where with a dirty road to follow and no precise destination.
"Thank Merlin -- I'm starving!" exclaimed Ron, who didn't waste any time before relieving himself of the heavy knapsack he was carrying and rummaged for something to eat. They had passed by a small inn a few hours ago and ate breakfast. Good thing Ginny and Hermione had the common sense to buy something to eat for the road too.
"Make sure you leave some for us to eat too, Ronald," reminded Hermione who was eyeing the red-haired young man as he fished for food inside his knapsack.
Ginny left the two of them to argue. She stood beside Harry who was keeping a watch on the premises. They never really talked since she made up her mind about going with them. At first she gave him his space; she understood he was mad and upset with her because she'd defied his wishes, but after a week of giving her the cold shoulder treatment, she hoped he would be loosening up by now.
"Are we getting close?" She asked for lack of anything else to talk about.
Harry looked over his shoulder at the petite redhead standing beside him. his forehead creased to a frown, and he gave his shoulders a slight shrug, indicating he didn't know.
"Do you want me to go back?"
That question got a response from him. Harry turned around and faced her; his green eyes sought and held her dark brown ones.
"Would you go back to the Burrow I asked you to?" he questioned.
Ginny knew her answer would be a resounding 'no,' but the intense look in Harry's eyes made her think twice before opening her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Ginny looked her ex-boyfriend straight in the eyes and told him what she didn't want to say. But it was something Harry wanted to hear.
"If you want me to go back home to the Burrow, just say so, Harry. I'm a big girl now. I can handle it."
A play of emotion crossed Harry's face. Ginny quenced the slight spark of hope that ignited in the pit of her stomach at the sight of her ex-boyfriend's mixed emotion visible in his face. He was torn, she could tell, between telling her to stay or go, but Ginny knew he would come to the right decision; and by 'right,' it meant sending her back to the Burrow, no questions asked.