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Chapter 1

Harry felt the sharp pain run up and down his side as he looked into Voldemort's merciless eyes. The screams and moans of the battlefield-Griffindor slaughtering Griffindor, Slitherin murdering Slitherin, brother killing sister- seemed to melt away, like the memories and thoughts slowly escaping Harry's mind. As he felt his life melt away he could think of but one thing that seemed to make the pain and suffering Voldemort had put him through kind by comparison.

As Harry felt the life ebbing away he screamed out into the battlefield-soon to be graveyard. His thin voice was an echo in the raucous sounds of war.

"Why did you leave me, Draco?"

Voldemort lifted his wand above his head and smirked before proudly yelling the words witches and wizards feared alike.

"Avada Kedavra!"

As the words left his mouth a slight figure threw himself in front of Harry. The blinding light from Voldemort's wand hit Draco and he crumpled onto the floor at Harrys feet. Voldemorts blood-curdling scream reverberated around the field and he fell too, twitched once and moved no more.

Harry dragged himself towards Draco's fallen body and stroked his blood clogged hair.

"Don't die Draco, please!"

Draco replied in a cracked, weak voice, hardly audible through the yells of the victorious and the screams of the Deatheaters, Quick to abandon their fallen leader lying in the dirt.

"I never left you Harry. Never."

As words spread like wildfire that Voldemort was dead, and the newly fallen rain started to wash away the blood, Harry sat with his fallen lovers head in his lap, with his enemy feet away, and cried into the night.