Title: The Worlds Saviour
Author: Love
Summary: Harry kills Voldemort and run away, leaving draco and Severus to try and find him...
Pairing(s): SS/HP/DM? (still unsure...)
Feedback: Want it so bad!
Disclaimer: They are mine! All mine... my preciousss... :P
Nope they are not mine, but Charlie is'! And if J.K.R would be so kind to give them away, I would be delighted to take them... Smiles sweetly. Love her writing, but they are hers and no money is being made out of this...
(Sulks in a corner and glares at her when she says "NO!")
Authors note:
This is my first actual long story, so please be kind and tell me what you think about it:)
/Thoughts/
"Speaking"
Parseltounge when used
Dreams
/Some day…/ He thought. /Some wonderful day…/ He almost smiled at the thought, but didn't. If he smiled in a time like this it all would be ruined, all he had worked for would fall apart.
/He will be mine/ He once again looked over at the tired and broken body of The Boy Who Lived. /End it Harry. End it now before everything gets worse.../
The blonde shivered inside.
Once again stood Dumbledore's Golden Boy in front of The Dark Lord and once again he didn't kill that bloody fool! Five times! Five bloody times, had he stood there. Wand in hand, ready to say the last words, and end the whole war.
"I hope that you forever will rot in hell, Tom!" Harry cried. "Every thing you have done to me and everyone else will be repaid when you stand all alone!" The Dark Lords laughter filled the air, and in that moment every single Death Eater understood that the man they had bowed and scraped for in so many years, was crazy.
"I pity you, Tom…" Harry whispered the words, but before he could say the last two words a green light flashed in everybody's eyes. "I won't let you win, Potter!", the Dark Lord barked.
"Harry!" Draco stopped his way forward as the raven haired young man straightened himself. He didn't notice the other man across the ring that also had taken a few steps towards Harry as the curse hit him in the middle of his chest. Nor did he hear the strangled cry that came from that other mans lips… Then the air was filled with that laughter again.
"I once told your mother Potter that you never would kill me, even when her last words were: He will kill you!"
The Death Eaters shivered and Draco sank down to his knees as Harry did the same thing. The killing curse had been absorbed by Harry's body and it glowed white. "Thank you, Tom…"
They all heard the faint whisper that came from the glowing body in the middle of the ring and couldn't believe their ears. "Thank you… for the power you gave me just now…" He lifted his head and looked straight into The Dark Lords eyes. "Goodbye, Tom.", he said clearly, and in a flash of light and energy Voldemort was gone. Nothing was left.
Draco could feel the magic in the air, but it was so different from what he had experienced before, stronger and unrecognizable. Then he saw Harry falling and yelled…
"Harry!" Somebody yelled and then it all went black. All his powers were gone. All he could remember was the feeling of sorrow. He had killed Voldemort, but all those who had died couldn't come back. In his state of a healing coma he didn't realise that he was crying, but everyone around him did…
Several days after the final battle...
"Those who truly are Death Eaters will never lose their mark, but everyone who never really wanted to follow The Dark Lord have lost their mark and is now freed or not prosecuted by wizards." Dumbledore stood at the feast and told everyone that the war finally was over and that their saviour was the young wizard known as Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived… nobody noticed that Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy were missing…
"Why did he have to take that bloody curse to kill him, Severus?" Draco sat with his head in his hands, in a chair next to Harry's bed. Severus looked up and gave him a week smile. "Because Harry had a task to for fill.
He had to kill Voldemort, but he didn't have the power. He didn't duck that curse because he needed it. He needed it to release what ever lurks underneath…" He met the eyes of his fellow Slytherin. "…what ever lurks underneath his façade." Severus closed his eyes and sighed.
"I don't understand… what lurks underneath?" Draco looked confused, tired and afraid all at once... "Those powers he let loose when he killed Voldemort are what keep him in this coma… he fights it… that's why he isn't awake and down there celebrating the death of Voldemort, and the end the war."
Severus closed his eyes as he felt the stinging tears behind his eyes and the feeling of a hand on his cheek. "Don't cry, Sev…" That voice was so warm and welcoming. Shocked he opened his eyes and saw what he had been afraid of never seeing again. "Harry?" Harry sat in his bed and looked at him with a little smile caressing his lips.
"Harry!" Draco looked stunned. He too had closed his eyes at the stinging feeling behind his eyes, but opened them when he heard that beautiful voice. "Don't cry for me, Draco…" Harry whispered before he fell back, unconscious.
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