What if Ron never came back to Hermione and Harry? The Boy wizard caught the Sword of Gryffindor himself beneath a cold lake only to meet a fate colder then freezing water.
We'll call this the "Trailer" for the story ~ this may change or be deceptive...
A startled breath was let out as burning sweat trickled beneath closed lids, awakening to the world, vibrant green eyes. The breath was raged, as one Hermione Granger burst in, the sound of fabric moving as her presence worked its way through the tent. "Harry -"
"Hermione! Hermione!" was heard as shaken white knuckles clutched at iron black bars, the boy frenzied and alone. Harry just shook as he stared up a flight of stairs, only hearing a chorus of: Whimpers that could weaken a person, screams that could drive one insane, and cries that made the sickening feeling in Harry's stomach quake.
"Harry?" A timid airy voice forced out, but it was quick with companioned hurt and worry. "Let me tell you about the time my mum told be about this brilliant boy wizard." Luna Lovegood tried, her hands on his shoulders, her touch smoothing out the rigid tension. Harry's eyes were blood shot, making his grotesque face fare worse then it needed to be, as his head turned towards the loony character. "I once was told that he wasn't real... just like - like Nar-"she broke as another cry danced through the cellar with a cackle.
"Malfoy take my hand!" Harry called out has the boy's pale face and blond hair resembled a Weasley's against the fire. "Draco!" Harry called as he watched Malfoy's stormy grey eyes dart up. The Boy Wonder almost missed the shaking warm hand has he came to realize that Malfoy's eyes were a vibrant icy blue in their assumed death.
"I could have saved her!"
Harry ran through the castle as he watched Fred's frozen happy expression, a gulp running in his throat as all of the memories of Fred Weasley flashed before Harry's mind. He couldn't comprehend it, and even more so the man over Fred's body. "Freddie..."Ronald Weasley sobbed as he kept clutching and unclenching his hands in Fred's shirt.
"Potter." A voice rang as Harry unfolded himself from his knees, his body trembling, as evergreen eyes came to find a man that was once his rival. Harry didn't move, just stared at Draco, demanding answers... No, it was more then that. Harry was demanding Draco's very being, all of the blonds' memories and happiness, all of the possibilities of his life - of their friendship. "Harry." Draco said, uttering Harry Potter's first name for the first time, the name sounding foreign and croaky to both pairs of ears.
