Title: Hold on, love

Summary: Harry's lover is dead. And he has a promise to keep. Angst, COMPLETE, Death, Oneshot

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the Potterverse. I do not make any profit from this

It's Harry/Draco, though it can be read as many different pairings; Snape/Harry, Lucius/Harry... basically any male death eater/Harry.

Don't really know where this came from. It just...happened. I didn't have a pairing in mind at first, but in the end I chose Harry/Draco because I can see him, in the last paragraphs, and because it's one of my favourite pairings.

I hope you enjoy it.

THIS IS SLASH. MAN ON MAN ACTION. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

I cry openly for the first time in decades. He's dead. He's not coming back. Never coming back.

Fuck.

I feel the pain spread trough my body as if my soul was being ripped in two. And I'm the one with the smallest bit, just barely enough to keep on living.

But it's not. We never got around getting soul-bonded when we had the time and it's too late now for that.

It doesn't lessen the pain any, but it makes it burn more viciously, poisoning my very core.

I'm dying too. I must be dying too. How could I not? He's dead. He's not coming back, never coming back to me. Half of me is missing, the better half, the important one. I am broken, lost without him. Empty. Void of all meaning, of all purpose.

I'm dead. I must be. He is no longer upon this god's forsaken world.

What am I to do without him?

That is the only question I can really answer. Nothing, nothing at all. I will wither and die, and then I wont be so utterly alone. So lost. So cold.

I'm frozen, chilled to the bone, because he's no longer here, he's no longer anywhere.

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Did you have to go where I couldn't follow?

But I will.

I've always been a stubborn idiot, and I promised you I would pester you until you loved me. I'm not sure if you love me yet. It doesn't matter. I told you. Even if you never love me, or if you love me already, I'm not leaving your side. Never.

But you keep trying to scape, to get out of reach. I'm not going to let it happen. I'm following, love. Right behind you.

I'm not going to give up...not going to let you down...

You always said that even if I was an idiot, you could trust my word, once I give it. "He's a right idiot, this one. But he keeps his word, doesn't he? You can always count on that." You used to say, with that condescending smile of yours, remember?

I always keep my word.

Wait for me love, I'm coming. It wont be long. It wont even be painful. Just two quick words, two muttered words and I'll be right back where I belong. Where you belong. I wont take long, I promise. Just hold on, a little more, allright? Please hold on. I'm coming.

Isn't it funny? The same words over and over again. Last time I spoke them, I thought we would finally be free, be together. And they were happy, the wizarding world, because big bad evil was gone, but we were not free. We were not together. I hope this time they work better.

Hold on, love. I'm coming.

'Avada kedavra.'

R&R?