The Power Of Love, by ebony
"I died to save you," said an ethereal spirit, alone in a clearing save for a faint gray headstone. "But you'll never know," the spirit said sadly, his words a strange mixture of sadness and love, and despair. "You died anyway. You died because I took your place. I thought that he was after you, not me," said the spirit brokenly, the faint trace of tears appearing on his face, which was even paler in death than it was in life. "Why did I take that polyjuice potion? I know why I did. It was to save you," the spirit confided to himself. "But why did you take one? It made you look like me, appear to be me. I don't understand!, he wailed, "Why in bloody hell would he want to kill me first, before you?" An idea came to him, suddenly, out of the blue. "Did he finally figure out what my obsession was?" he whispered quietly to himself. "Did my so-called father figure out that I was in love with you? He must have found out right before the terrible duel. His mind was undoubtedly clouded with anger at me when the duel began. He went after who he thought was me first." "Oh, God!" sobbed the spirit as it sank to his knees, "you did die because of me! Because I loved you. And you never even knew about it. " He wept silently, unaware that a pair of brilliant emerald-colored eyes were watching him from out of the darkness.
"Oh Draco," said the owner of the eyes quietly, "I loved you, so much that it scared me. I love everything about you, except for your snideness. But even that has it's own appeal. I've loved you always. Me, The-Boy-Who- Fucking-Lived was scared of admitting my feelings to the one I loved." A smile touched his full lips. "But now I can. I finally can." He broke into a grin as he quietly walked up to the spirit crumpled on the ground.
Draco had heard the quiet confession, but he couldn't believe his ears. He lifted his head. He hardly dared to believe the stunning sight before him. "H-h-harry?" he faintly whispered as his heart leapt in his chest. Harry's spirit reached for Draco's hand. "Yes Draco, its me," he said, a serene smile on his face, "I heard everything you said." Draco sighed as Harry pulled him into a tight, loving hug. "Did you mean what you said earlier, Harry?" said Draco as he wrapped his arms around Harry's lithe waist. "Isn't it obvious, Draco? I love you with all my heart," Harry said forcefully, "never ever doubt it, love."
"I love you, Harry," said Draco as he leaned his head on Harry's shoulder. Suddenly, a silver-white light engulfed the pair of ghosts. Each felt their forms gain substance as they were momentarily blinded. As soon as they could see again, each exclaimed. "Wh-what happened?" said Harry. "I think we're alive again," said Draco in amazement. "But how, love?" Harry questioned Draco.
"Through the power of love, Harry. Through the power of love."
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"I died to save you," said an ethereal spirit, alone in a clearing save for a faint gray headstone. "But you'll never know," the spirit said sadly, his words a strange mixture of sadness and love, and despair. "You died anyway. You died because I took your place. I thought that he was after you, not me," said the spirit brokenly, the faint trace of tears appearing on his face, which was even paler in death than it was in life. "Why did I take that polyjuice potion? I know why I did. It was to save you," the spirit confided to himself. "But why did you take one? It made you look like me, appear to be me. I don't understand!, he wailed, "Why in bloody hell would he want to kill me first, before you?" An idea came to him, suddenly, out of the blue. "Did he finally figure out what my obsession was?" he whispered quietly to himself. "Did my so-called father figure out that I was in love with you? He must have found out right before the terrible duel. His mind was undoubtedly clouded with anger at me when the duel began. He went after who he thought was me first." "Oh, God!" sobbed the spirit as it sank to his knees, "you did die because of me! Because I loved you. And you never even knew about it. " He wept silently, unaware that a pair of brilliant emerald-colored eyes were watching him from out of the darkness.
"Oh Draco," said the owner of the eyes quietly, "I loved you, so much that it scared me. I love everything about you, except for your snideness. But even that has it's own appeal. I've loved you always. Me, The-Boy-Who- Fucking-Lived was scared of admitting my feelings to the one I loved." A smile touched his full lips. "But now I can. I finally can." He broke into a grin as he quietly walked up to the spirit crumpled on the ground.
Draco had heard the quiet confession, but he couldn't believe his ears. He lifted his head. He hardly dared to believe the stunning sight before him. "H-h-harry?" he faintly whispered as his heart leapt in his chest. Harry's spirit reached for Draco's hand. "Yes Draco, its me," he said, a serene smile on his face, "I heard everything you said." Draco sighed as Harry pulled him into a tight, loving hug. "Did you mean what you said earlier, Harry?" said Draco as he wrapped his arms around Harry's lithe waist. "Isn't it obvious, Draco? I love you with all my heart," Harry said forcefully, "never ever doubt it, love."
"I love you, Harry," said Draco as he leaned his head on Harry's shoulder. Suddenly, a silver-white light engulfed the pair of ghosts. Each felt their forms gain substance as they were momentarily blinded. As soon as they could see again, each exclaimed. "Wh-what happened?" said Harry. "I think we're alive again," said Draco in amazement. "But how, love?" Harry questioned Draco.
"Through the power of love, Harry. Through the power of love."
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end
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or anything so famous. That singular honor belongs to J.K.R.
Please Review!
Check out my web site at www.geocities.yahoo.com/ebony_moon2002