O Salutaris Hostia...
On the vast plain of existence, there was nothing but pain. I lost you. I lost you. Harry... Your body was still warm, but your eyes, once so vivid, now were blank. I ran. I ran to you as fast as I could. My lithe form braving the wind and ice that threatened to consume me, soul and all. Soul... No. I can't think like that. There's a cure, somehow... we'll fix this.
Quae coeli pandis ostium.
Yes. Yes. We'll fix this. "Right Harry?" my voice was trembling, emotion threatening to overtake me. That was not the Malfoy way, not the Potter way. It was not my way.
Bella premunt hostilia;
I can't lose you. You are everything. I can't lose you. "Harry? Harry?" I shook you. "Harry?" This wasn't right. You were supposed to be answering, supposed to be looking at me with those verdant eyes of yours. Sparkling. Smiling. 'Yes. That's right Draco.' And I would smile. And I would swallow back my tears. And I would hold you like I'm holding you now, close to my chest, close to my heart. The damned organ. And you would whisper spells of comfort in my ear. Yes. This is how it was supposed to be. Yes.
I waited. I waited. But your eyes remained dull. Your lips remained locked in their silent scream. Nothing was bringing you back.
Da robur, fer auxilium.
The dementors were long gone. Destroyed by my Patronus. But that didn't matter. The sun. The moon. The earth. The bright stars in the sky above. No. None of it mattered. My world was in my arms. My world was you.
Uni trinoque Domino
Shattered, like pieces to the wind, my soul joined yours, my light dimmed. Lost to God's green earth.
Sit sempiterna gloria:
On that day, my world was lost to time. On that day, I died.
Qui vitam sine termino,
Once I was happy. Once I was alive. Once, Harry Potter was by my side, soul and all.
Now, I am undead. Bought back to life by the same magic that failed to save you. The bitter irony. Now I exist. Life is but a daydream of the past. The life I had with you. Now, I am alone. I have succumbed to the darkness that took you. I am lost.
Nobis donet in patria.
On this vast plain of existence, there is only pain.
Amen.