This is entirely unbeta'd and went through very little editing. I'm just writing it for my own enjoyment and honestly that stuff takes away from it. Hopefully you can enjoy this in its unrefined state ;)

Epilogue

Harry awoke with a flash of pain. He had held in all his yells while being tortured but being barely coherent he could not find the willpower. He opened his mouth to a hand pressed against his lips.

"Shut up before you get us killed," a voice whispered harshly in his ear. Draco Malfoy. He trembled against Harry and his palm lay slick against Harry's face. "Do you understand?" Harry, rather than answer, roughly shoved Malfoy away. He had no idea what was going on but he was not going to trust any Malfoy after spending the day tortured under their hands.

"Just let me die," Harry said from his curled position on the floor. "Don't fuck with me like this."

"You are the worst," Malfoy said and tossed a thin object at Harry. He caught it instinctively and warmth shot up his arm. His wand. "If only everyone could see you now, giving up. What would Granger say? Probably rather be with a weasel than a crybaby, don't you think?" In another lifetime Harry might have lunged at Malfoy for his words but his mind was clearer than it had ever been and he could see right through the transparent attempt to motivate him.

"You are the worst nemesis," Harry said. "You don't even know I'm with Ginny. Come up with insults based on that if you really want to hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you," Malfoy hissed. "Don't make me drag your bony ass out of here." Harry brought his wand closer to his face as if it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. It was a concentrated effort not to look down at his mangled foot. Every part of him hurt except his mind and his mind told him it would be better to just go to sleep. Let everyone else figure it out. Let someone, anyone, bear the burden of being the savior.

"Fine," Harry said. He'd meant to sound contemptuous but the word came out dull and lifeless. He dragged himself over to the wall and used it for support to stand.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Malfoy mumbled under his breath. A few spells later Harry's foot was pain-free and useable, if still rather resembling ground hamburger.

"Well, thanks," Harry said. "What now?"

"Now," Malfoy said, sweat beading along his hairline, "we try to get out without anyone finding us."

"Brilliant plan," Harry said as he stumped along behind Malfoy. "Really, see, I was worried about dying a painful slow death but a wonderfully executed escape plan will fix that. No chance of getting caught at all." The grinding of Malfoy's jaw was visible from the side of his face and Harry couldn't help but smile. "Holding your tongue? My, you really are-" At the sound of footsteps Harry, despite his less than stellar survival instinct, fell silent. Malfoy's trembling renewed with great vigor but he still managed to Disillusion them both in one smooth movement. They pressed against the wall together and Harry raised his wand.

"Draco?" the thin wavery voice of Narcissa Malfoy drifted down the steps into the makeshift prison. "Are you in there?" She took several steps down, peered into the darkness, and went back up. If she had noticed a lack of Harry Potter she had not reacted to it at all.

"We're dead," Harry said matter-of-factly.

"Is this how you acted when you fought Quirrel or saved the little weasel or rescued Black? I have to admit I always imagined you a bit, you know, brave."

"I was brave," Harry said, "and it got me this." He gestured at his body and then remembered he was Disillusioned. Malfoy seemed to have gotten the message, though, because as they began to move through Malfoy Manor he remained silent. Every second that passed undetected brought a new chip of hope into Harry, despite his best effort to remain pessimistic. They slipped through the back doors and Harry pressed a hand against his chest to feel his racing heart. This…was happening? He…was getting out? He suddenly wanted to grab Malfoy and hug him but he quelled that desire.

"I can Apparate from here," Malfoy said. He was breathless, from fear or excitement or probably both. "Give me your hand."

"How sweet." Harry heard the voice and knew they were doomed and still he helplessly grabbed Malfoy and clung to him as if either one of them could Apparate without Voldemort stopping them. The Disillusionment charm lifted with a sweeping sensation of warmth. Harry reflected it was the last time he would ever feel warm. The unaffected air he'd mastered in the dungeon slipped away. Birds chirped and the first rays of the sun rose over the forest. Harry breathed deeply. His last breaths. He was not at all ready to die but having someone holding his hand, even if that someone was Malfoy, helped.

"Draco." Narcissa burst from the doors, her eyes wild. "Draco, what are you doing? Get over here. My Lord, please-" Voldemort casually waved his wand toward Narcissa and her head rolled from her shoulders. Beside him, Malfoy screamed. Voldemort raised his wand, red eyes glowing as they drank in the sight of a beaten Potter.

"Finally," he murmured and lifted his hand. "Avada-"

"Avada Kedavra," Draco said and so great was the Dark Lord's focus on his captured prize that it took him half a second to realize the simultaneous casting. He jerked in surprise, his own green beam missed Harry by inches, and Malfoy's killing curse hit him square in the chest.