a boy on a broomstik zoomed down the halls of hogwarts, his thoughts whirling. drao’s not here. whereisdraowhereisdraowhereisdrao?
the broom ulled to a sudden ste window, its view the grounds of hoghat was firenze doihe forest—
&!
gss exploded outwards as the boy guided his broom out of the astle, poketing his still smoking wand as he did so.
“harry potter!” firenze’s voie arried upward through the pelting rain. “you must hurry—”
“where’s drao?”
“i! you must find him before he dies!”
“i know!” harry sreamed through the rain as he hurled forward towards the looming trees, hand falling bak to his oint me!” his voie shrieked through the rain, raspy and hurried.
followiiohe wand, boy ahe forest.
“drao!”
clouded eyes opely. what?
“drao!”
why would someone all his name? darkness surrounded him…so sleepy.
“drao!”
go away; darkness feels no pain. drao didn’t want to feel pain anymore.
“drao!”
orbs of bk ed with silver blinked. “harry?” ame the startled whisper.
“drao!”
harry nded ungraefully on the ground to the fallen boy. one ould hardly see drao, loaked as he was in an aura of ebony. it’ll suffoate him! harry thought frantially as he dove into the louded aura.
“don’t die, drao,” he muttered, as he fh rain and aura to get to drao. the wio hear what the boy did not, as they begahe aura, ush it away.
harry mao grasp drao as the aura began to disappear. he paled slightly as he saw eyes blink slowly at him, normally a silver, now an ebony bk.
the darkness was going aas it going away? was he dead now? no…but that’s harry—blink—harry’s .
“why are you here?” the voie—was that his voie?—spoke low and slurred.
“drao, i don’t want you to die. don’t die!”
die? was he not dead already? no…the darkness was go dead.
“i’m he voie spoke again, in that same loressiohe boy’s eyes began slowly to hahe silver w its way through the bk, as harry smiled.
chapter 9: awaken
drao’s eyes opeo a sight he dido see again: his room. even more wondrous was the fat that his father was sitting to his bed and had apparently been keeping vigil, whih the worn look on his fae implied. this was something his father had not done sine he was six ah some sik he himself ouldhi his father raging at his mother that he wouldn’t have his son die from some stupid muggle illness (drao’s mother had been of the opinion that his father had bee the time.).
“how are you feeling?” his father asked quietly as drao blinked and looked around uriously.
“strahe ahat was the oion that drao ould thi all weird inside.
&he fat that you survived suffoation, i’m not surprised.”
drao blihen why am i not stupid?”
drao’s father looked at drao as if what his son had said ould not be proessed by his brain.
&art to suffoate, your brain starts to die, so why am i not stupid?”
luius smirked wryly. “beause you’re a veriae.”
“oh.” ahat. “so why am i not dead, again?”
“beause your i old feet a few minutes before your death and resued you,” luius spoke dryly as if this was he thought of the matter. “he arried you out of the forest one your aura had retur and ys retrated.”