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Title: Nor Death
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary/Quote: Harry fights in the war. Draco watches it.
WIP?: no
Much, much, much thanks to dementedsiren and fugitivehound for responding to my spontaneous e-mail and beta-ing this! :)
Nor Death
Draco watches the war from the Forbidden Forest and away from the chaos. He’s wounded, too injured to move, so he rests his burnt hands and arms and legs and soul on the dewy grass. He thinks maybe the purity of it will seep in and heal him.
He can see Harry Potter from here.
+
"It’s a war, Draco. I have to fight."
"No. No, you’ll die."
"So they say."
+
This war makes Draco remember nights with whispers that sound like promises. Except they weren’t promises, not really. They were just words, simple words that could have meant something or could have meant nothing. Draco chooses not to think anything of it, because it’s easier to lose something you never had.
If Draco squints hard enough, he can see Harry’s spells hitting his enemies one by one.
+
"Harry."
"Hm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Love."
"What about it?"
"It… doesn’t matter."
+
It was only a distraction, Draco thinks now, as he watches people fall and die. Harry needed something to keep his mind off of death and Voldemort and being a hero. Draco needed something to keep his mind off hurting and wanting and dying. It wasn’t anything more than a distraction, it was nothing at all, nothing.
Harry and Voldemort face each other now.
Nothing.
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"You bloody well are going to live through this, Potter. You better."
"Yes. I promise."
"Of course, I should have complete faith in you now. After all, a Gryffindor always keeps his promises,
am I right?"
"I keep my promises, Draco."
+
Draco just watches as Harry says things to the hideous creature in front of him. Draco can’t hear him, but he guesses Harry’s saying things like This is for my mother, and father, and Sirius, and Hermione…things like that. Harry loved those people and it’s only right that he offer his enemy’s death to them.
Harry shouts something as his wand hand aims at Voldemort, and Draco’s eyes are stinging because now his ears only work too well.
"This is for Draco."
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"Tell me you’ll come back. Tell me you’ll kill him and you’ll come back…"
"I’ll come back. I’ll kill him, and I’ll come back. I will, don’t cry, please, don’t… "
+
Voldemort dodges somehow, hits Harry with his own spell.
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"Don’t have mercy, just-"
"I won’t."
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Harry’s on his back, and he’s bleeding too much.
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"When you’re done come to the Forest, alright? Where-"
"I know."
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Wand to the forehead, right at the scar. Draco can’t see too well, but Voldemort’s one to do that kind of thing.
+
"I’ll wait for you there."
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Green light, so fast and simple. Harry’s eyes are glazed open, and the whole world stops burning. He’s gone.
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"I’ll come."
+
Gone. Draco’s body falls back onto the grass, at the same instant Voldemort scoffs at Harry’s lifeless one. A stray spell of death right at Draco’s back, and nothing so destructive had ever been so wanted. If Draco were alive to see himself die, he’d be thankful. He doesn’t want to feel the pain of losing Harry, and maybe dying like this, clean and unexpected, is the only way not to. Dying never felt so good.
Gone.
+
"I love you."
"Hm. Yes, me too."
+
Amongst the flames and everything, Harry comes to the tree where he first kissed Draco. He’s so perfect now, green eyes bright, and his robes stained with no blood at all.
Draco gets up and realizes he’s just as perfect, too.
"You’re beautiful."
"Harry, what is this?"
"Heaven, maybe."
Draco looks around then, and everything looks perfect, no fire, no death. Just them.
Harry gives him a hand up, and Draco takes it.
~finis~
To infinite, ever present Love, all is Love, and there is no error, no sin sickness, nor death.
--Mary Baker Eddy
Title: Nor Death
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary/Quote: Harry fights in the war. Draco watches it.
WIP?: no
Much, much, much thanks to dementedsiren and fugitivehound for responding to my spontaneous e-mail and beta-ing this! :)
Nor Death
Draco watches the war from the Forbidden Forest and away from the chaos. He’s wounded, too injured to move, so he rests his burnt hands and arms and legs and soul on the dewy grass. He thinks maybe the purity of it will seep in and heal him.
He can see Harry Potter from here.
+
"It’s a war, Draco. I have to fight."
"No. No, you’ll die."
"So they say."
+
This war makes Draco remember nights with whispers that sound like promises. Except they weren’t promises, not really. They were just words, simple words that could have meant something or could have meant nothing. Draco chooses not to think anything of it, because it’s easier to lose something you never had.
If Draco squints hard enough, he can see Harry’s spells hitting his enemies one by one.
+
"Harry."
"Hm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Love."
"What about it?"
"It… doesn’t matter."
+
It was only a distraction, Draco thinks now, as he watches people fall and die. Harry needed something to keep his mind off of death and Voldemort and being a hero. Draco needed something to keep his mind off hurting and wanting and dying. It wasn’t anything more than a distraction, it was nothing at all, nothing.
Harry and Voldemort face each other now.
Nothing.
+
"You bloody well are going to live through this, Potter. You better."
"Yes. I promise."
"Of course, I should have complete faith in you now. After all, a Gryffindor always keeps his promises,
am I right?"
"I keep my promises, Draco."
+
Draco just watches as Harry says things to the hideous creature in front of him. Draco can’t hear him, but he guesses Harry’s saying things like This is for my mother, and father, and Sirius, and Hermione…things like that. Harry loved those people and it’s only right that he offer his enemy’s death to them.
Harry shouts something as his wand hand aims at Voldemort, and Draco’s eyes are stinging because now his ears only work too well.
"This is for Draco."
+
"Tell me you’ll come back. Tell me you’ll kill him and you’ll come back…"
"I’ll come back. I’ll kill him, and I’ll come back. I will, don’t cry, please, don’t… "
+
Voldemort dodges somehow, hits Harry with his own spell.
+
"Don’t have mercy, just-"
"I won’t."
+
Harry’s on his back, and he’s bleeding too much.
+
"When you’re done come to the Forest, alright? Where-"
"I know."
+
Wand to the forehead, right at the scar. Draco can’t see too well, but Voldemort’s one to do that kind of thing.
+
"I’ll wait for you there."
+
Green light, so fast and simple. Harry’s eyes are glazed open, and the whole world stops burning. He’s gone.
+
"I’ll come."
+
Gone. Draco’s body falls back onto the grass, at the same instant Voldemort scoffs at Harry’s lifeless one. A stray spell of death right at Draco’s back, and nothing so destructive had ever been so wanted. If Draco were alive to see himself die, he’d be thankful. He doesn’t want to feel the pain of losing Harry, and maybe dying like this, clean and unexpected, is the only way not to. Dying never felt so good.
Gone.
+
"I love you."
"Hm. Yes, me too."
+
Amongst the flames and everything, Harry comes to the tree where he first kissed Draco. He’s so perfect now, green eyes bright, and his robes stained with no blood at all.
Draco gets up and realizes he’s just as perfect, too.
"You’re beautiful."
"Harry, what is this?"
"Heaven, maybe."
Draco looks around then, and everything looks perfect, no fire, no death. Just them.
Harry gives him a hand up, and Draco takes it.
~finis~
To infinite, ever present Love, all is Love, and there is no error, no sin sickness, nor death.
--Mary Baker Eddy