A Cry in the Dark

A Cry in the Dark

by

Daylyn


Draco Malfoy prowled the Forbidden Forest, alone.

His vampire skills were honed for the hunt. Draco knew that soon his hunger would be insatiable, his thirst for blood intense. He was searching for someone to take, to own, to bleed. To kill.

And then he sensed it. A cry in the dark. A shriek of pure pain and torment, of forlorn despair. Draco recognized this cry; he’d heard it before. He knew of one who called out in desperate anguish; he knew whose soul longed for death.

Draco moved toward the tortured cry, his footsteps silent. On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, under the bleached light of the moon, he saw his quarry at the edge of the lake. Harry Potter.

Harry sat listlessly, watching the ripples on the water. Draco silently approached. “Thinking of drowning yourself, Potter?” he asked, standing just behind Harry. “How terribly melodramatic.”

Harry leapt up, his wand held at the ready. “Malfoy,” he said, his eyes widening in surprise and recognition. A few feet separated the wizard from the vampire. The silence between them was palpable.

“You startled me,” Harry said, breaking their gaze and lowering his wand.
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