For my 3rd rec I give you the perfectly creepy fic, it will get you in the mood for Halloween. The story is called Frightful The Storm"> It is dark yet brilliant... it was one of the stories posted at hp_darkarts">
Warnings: Everything you'd expect in Frankenstein: character death, body horror, dark magic. Plus some sexual situations for good measure.
Word Count: 3500
The pain and darkness in the story is all through her telling of it, yet you can feel the passion and love Draco has for Harry. It is eternal and all consuming and you feel like you are in the story with him. This story was powerful, heartbreaking,haunting,desperate, dark and yet managed to be a beautiful,romantic love story. And I just was in awe of the way she ended the story talk about brilliant. You should read this fic.... it will make you shiver, yet you will be glad you did.
Strange and harrowing must be his story; frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course, and wrecked it -- thus!
Draco hasn't slept in days. He hasn't eaten, hasn't washed, hasn't done anything but sip water when he remembers and relieve himself when his body insists. He must smell, he must but he can't tell anymore. The vaults below the manor have always smelled slightly, damp and sweat and human suffering; now the air is stale with decay.
"You're going to kill yourself," Harry says quietly from the corner behind him. It's the first time he's spoken in days.
"I'm almost finished," says Draco. His hands are shaking as he opens the phial and pours more of elixir down the body's throat.
"You need to sleep."
"I can sleep when I'm finished," Draco snaps. He can't afford to lose concentration, can't afford to lose a single drop of the liquid.
"You need to let me go," Harry whispers.
"I am the Master of Death," Draco replies matter-of-factly. "And you are coming back to me."
Harry doesn't answer him. Not the body on the slab nor the spirit in the corner.