AN: one shot fic... Don't own Harry Potter books or characters.





Eternity in a Timeglass


The blackness faded slowly, and my restored vision showed me a room, entirely decorated in white, glaring starkly into my sensitive deep green eyes. I fought the welcoming darkness as it inched its way back across my senses. My vision ran fuzzy,so I clenched my fists to try to order myself to stay awake, and slowly, my vision cleared once more.

She is awake. A girl's voice said.

Good, I need that hospital bed for more patients. Madame Pomphrey's exhausted voice registered in my brain.

Suddenly I remembered. The Battle! Voldemort! I had to fight. Help Dumbledore and Harry! Why can't I make myself get up? Using all the effort I possessed I moved my head to face the little girl, and whispered,

I need to help them fight. My voice was cracking, and I couldn't speak my last thought, and see if he still lives'.

The girl held a potion to my lips, and I drank, the oily mixture slinking it's way down my sore throat.

Don't worry, she said, Harry Potter is fighting still. And Albus Dumbledore.

She said this as if that would solve all our problems.

I managed.

The little girl's face darkened. There have been so many people through here. Some we couldn't help, some we could. What do you expect?

I felt my feeling come slowly back into my limbs.

When I first found myself able, I sat up. Dizzily, I swung my legs off the bed.

Oh no you don't! she said forcefully.

Yes I do, I said, putting all my weight on my legs. I stumbled for a minute, and shook of the little girl's insistent hands. I looked down at myself, expecting to see a hospital gown, but instead saw my robes, flawless, even through the curse's impact earlier.

I, therefore, sped up, escaping the room, unaware that another injured body took the still warm bed where I lay just seconds earlier.

My walk down the hallway was marked by the lining up of the injured along the walls, crowding the corridors, leading the way outside into the crisp Autumn air.

I arrived outside without my wand, but quickly summoned it with a fallen man's. His pale eyes were open and pleading. The grey eyes I was looking for, surrounded by the silky white blond locks.

his pale lips whispered.

I dropped to my knees beside him.



I am... He gulped in air, sorry... for.. everything..

No! Don't be! I should be sorry. If it weren't for me you wouldn't be here... you would-

Be on the other side, Kyr. I have no regrets. His skin was getting paler.

Draco, hold on. I will get a medi-

His eyes looked past me, and saw something.



Draco threw himself over me, using all his strength to block the rest of the fateful curse.

There was a flash of green light, and I felt Draco's weight sag.

a voice screamed, and there was a out breaking of sobs.

Who was crying my numb mind wandered. Who else would cry-

It was me.

I stood, Draco's weight falling aside.

I lifted my wand to my attacker, a one Lucius Malfoy.

You killed your son, I said.

I have no son. he said

Indigenis Pyris! I screamed, and watched Lucius fall, consumed by fire. My head was wobbling from the use of too much energy lost. I had spent too much energy.

I collapsed.

The last thing I heard before I died was the yell of victory. Voldemort was defeated.