Titel: Tomorrow

Author: Dannii

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Harry/Draco implied

Part: 1/1

Rating: R

Warnings: Short. Angst. Suicide. Character death. Love. Blood. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't know or own J.K. Rowling. I'm using her characters for my ownl liking, but I'm not making any money out of it. Don't sue me, there's nothing to get.

Tomorrow

Tears. Hot, wet, salty. Running down his face, wetting the front of his t-shirt, occasionally dropping to the ground. "Crying, faggot-boy? Suits you. Crying is for the weak. Cry, you pussy. Cry four your mommy. Oops, I forgot…. You don't have a mommy." Another tear falling to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. Representing his life.

Anger. Flowing through his veins, settling into his flesh. Dead bodies, everywhere. Ron, where are you? Mione? No, not dead, never, please. Not you. So much to do, so long to live. Draco? Fists balling, shaking. Dropping to the ground, scraping his knuckles. Doesn't matter.

Agony. Making his blood boil. Making him feel alive, if only for a while. "You made a mistake, bastard. You shouldn't have killed them." Hands shaking, gripping his wand. "Avada kedavra." Green light, a scream, then nothing. Voldemorts body on the ground. Remembering. Saviour Of The Wizarding World again. The Boy Who Killed Voldemort.  Duty done.

Love. Draco. Love of his life, his light in the dark. Broken, shattered. Dark. "Harry…" The voice is weak. "I love you, Harry. Never forget that. I love… you…" Silence. Dead. Another soul lost on the battlefield. But love was real for a while. Mouth smiling, remembering. "Draco… I coming, sweetheart…"

Pain. Feeling again. Hand clutching a knife, blood pouring from his wrist. Red. Like Anger, like Agony. Like Love. "I'm coming, Draco. We'll be together." Another cut, deeper. "I love… you…" Again. And again. Soon… Eyes closing, mouth smiling. Feeling free. Peace. No more tomorrow. "Love you, baby. Love you…" Silence.

Tomorrow the Boy Who Lived would be no more.