Hi guys, like my username says, I rarely write and don't know if I could, so I'm just gonna try it and see.
Anyways I dont own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does.
It was the final battle, the order was gathering their wounded and mourning their fallen. So many had fallen, too many. Voldemort had just held his speech, giving them an hour to tend to themselves and Draco was panicking; he couldn't find Harry anywhere.
*Draco*
Where is he? That idiot should be right here, helping with the wounded! He thought, walking briskly through the great hall, he passed the Creeveys and winced. While he didn't particularly like the boy, he was far too young too have fought and died, hedidn't
deserve to die. But on the other hand, nobody lying here had. He passed by Firenze getting stitched up, Pompfrey treating several students at once and Slughorn and Mcgonagall rushing around. "Still no sign of Potter", he muttered, "where
the devilcould he be? Heaven knows, with his bloody hero complex he should be right here!" And then he saw them. First Tonks, then Lupin, then he saw the Weasleys sobbing and clutching Fred. And he knew. He understood.
Stumbling he made his way to the doors, starting slowly and then getting faster and faster until he was running, running down the steps and onto the lawn, trying to get to Harry in time. He stumbled and fell, got up again and had almost reached the forestwhen
Aberforth petrified him. He struggled untill his muscles were screaming from the effort, he tried to scream, he tried. But Aberforth, shaking his head, levitated him back to the castle. Away from Harry.
A lone tear made its way down Dracos cheek.
Draco stood there, propped up against a wall for what felt like ages. Every second went by painfully slow and with every breath he couldn't help but imagine what was happening to Harry, if he was being tortured, slowly dying, maybe even already yetstill,
he couldn't help but to hope,against all odds, that Potters infamous luck hat struck again, that by some miracle Potter would survive. As the minutes trickled by his heart sank and then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sawmovement
comeinto the room, people were flooding towards the doors. He struggled once more to break free of the body bind, hoping against all hope that he could break free and get to Harry, when Luna stepped into his lign of sight.
She looked small, pale and skinny, almost delicate as if a gust of wind could break her to pieces and carry her away. Her blond hair was singed, her face and colorful clothes were streaked with ash and one of her infamous radish earrings was
then he looked into her eyes and remembered just why he admired her. For she was strong. Her eyes, grey and pale, had not lost their spark. They never had, no matter what had happened to her she had always kept her spark, her will to live,andDraco
knew that she always would.
She smiled at him sadly. By now they were the last ones left in the great hall, Luna reached for her wand from behind her ear and levitated Draco with her, outside, to where Draco knew lay what would shatter the fragile tormented thing he called aheart.
Alright thats the first chapter, rather short I know but I'll try and make the next one longer. I think I went a bit overboard with my commas... but ah well, english isn't my first language.
Please review it would make my day!
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