Mostly Dead

Bleeding Hearts

Eyes widened and in a flash of green the life in them was gone. The body that owned those eyes fell on the ground where it stood, but those eyes remained open.

Even when the body was found ...

Even when the body was taken, dressed in fine robes and placed on an altar ...

Throughout it all those eyes stayed open and were forced to witness everything. No one heard the desperate screams for help coming from behind those eyes of none other than Harry Potter ...

(Help! I'm not dead! Please!) Harry screamed in his mind. Each failed scream made the frustration build. It felt like his heart was being shredded into pieces every time someone cried and left. The only thing giving him any hope was that he has yet to see his friends visit him. As Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Dumbledore, the last ones there, stepped up to the altar dabbing their eyes Harry tried to cry out. (Guys! Please! I'm right here! I'm alive! ...)

 "Are you sure, Headmaster?"

Harry was confused by Ginny's whisper, but then he noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him intently. His heart swelled as he realized that the Headmaster knew! (Professor Dumbledore! I'm still alive! Help!) if his eyes could cry right now they would he was that relief to see the old wizard's eyes twinkle.

"He's alive." Dumbledore confirmed.

(Yes! I knew you-ow!) Harry felt something slice his arm. It was confusing, but he lit up when he saw Hermione collecting the blood with a cloth before hiding the mark with the sleeve.

Dumbledore nodded, "That's enough for the ritual."

Harry's thoughts became very happy as he put together what he thought they were talking about, (A ritual? That's brilliant! A ritual might free me-)

"Good. Soon I will be pregnant with Harry's baby and we'll have the Potter fortune!" Ginny smiled happily only for Hermione to shush her for being too loud. Harry was completely confused by that comment, but even more so when Ron, Ginny and Hermione just started walking away.

Dumbledore smiled, "Don't worry, my boy. Your sacrifice won't be in vain. Ginny will keep the Potter line going and you saved the world from Voldemort. The Light is strong again because of you ... I'm sure the cremation spell won't be too bad." He said nonchalantly before leaving.

Harry's mind was spinning wildly, (They're leaving? ... my sacrifice? ... the ritual is for Ginny?  ...cremation?) Slowly but surely he realized that the people he trusted used him and left him to die. His heart was crushed and he had about given up when two cloaked people came into the room and spelled the door shut. When he saw the cloaked people step up to the altar Harry only wished they'd do something to destroy his body so he wouldn't have to suffer through being cremated.

"You couldn't have done anything. We did what we thought was right at the time. If you tried to be friends Dumbledore would have destroyed it." Harry instantly recognized his potion professor's voice, but it didn't matter to him anymore.

The second cloaked figure stepped up and leaned close allowing Harry to see that it was Draco, "Still ... it should not have come to this." Harry was shocked to see that Draco was crying. He could feel a tear hit his face and felt Draco hold his hand up. If Harry could blush he would have when Draco pressed his lips to his hand.

"We need to leave. We were spies, now we're loose ends. If Dumbledore finds us ..." Severus trailed off not needing to say what will happen, but despite the clear life and death situation Draco didn't move. "Draco."

Draco nodded, "I always  loved you, Harry." He reluctantly placed Harry's arm back down.

(I had no idea ...) Harry thought feeling his heart break even more.

The Malfoy didn't hear Harry's mental cries, but those silver eyes narrowed when he found fresh blood on his own fingers. The Malfoy's eyes widened, pulled up Harry's arm and yanked down the sleeve revealing the cut Hermione made. In an instant everything changed. "He's bleeding." Draco hissed furiously as he scooped Harry into his arms. Of course, Severus wanted to object knowing Draco was heartbroken and probably imagining it, but then he saw the blood. Since dead bodies don't bleed there was only one conclusion to draw.

Harry could only watch from his spot on the bed in a hidden location as Draco and Severus frantically researched a way to help him. Draco was especially desperate, but like a protective watchdog Draco never left his side. Severus was the one who left to get what they needed for a ritual that could free Harry from the frozen state of death. To Harry's horror the ritual needed a lethal amount of magic to free him.

(No ... don't do it! Don't die for-...) Harry was silenced as Draco's determined eyes met his. (No ... Draco ...) He desperately wanted to stop Draco, but he couldn't do anything but watch as Draco channeled all of his magic into the runes. The horrid feeling of Draco's life slipping away made Harry panic. Just before Draco's soul broke away Harry felt his own magic explode wildly and wrapped lovingly around Draco accidentally pushing Severus back ...

"No! Draco!" Harry, finally able to move, held Draco close pouring his own magic into the blonde desperate to save him. He was so relieved to see Draco finally smile that he kissed him ...

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A goblin smirked as dozens of Aurors dragged Dumbledore, Ginny, Ron and Hermione into the cells and shut the doors, "We got them before they could do the pregnancy ritual."

Harry sighed in relief, "Thank Merlin. Give them the harshest punishment and I want to start learning all the family politics I was kept from." He blushed as Draco held him close.

"I'll help you with anything." Draco said and kissed him.