Together Alone

A/N: Hey everyone, long time no see. I will be getting to my other stories again soon I promise. In the meantime, this came to me just a few minutes ago, a one-shot, an inside view of how Draco must have felt when all was said and done after the battle at the end of HBP. Read and review!

Draco stared at the lifeless body of Professor Dumbledore. This was the man who had taught him all he knew. This was the man that, despite Draco's attitude toward him and his institution, had shown him nothing but care, understanding, and compassion. Hadn't it been just minutes before, that Dumbledore himself had offered him mercy, had offered to help his entire family? Hadn't it been Dumbledore who said;

"I appreciate the difficulty of your position. Why else do you think I have not confronted you before now? Because I knew you would have been murdered if Lord Voldemort realized I suspected you. I did not dare speak to you of the mission with which I knew you had been entrusted, in case he used Legilimency against you. But now at last we can speak plainly to each other…no harm has been done, you have hurt nobody, though you are very lucky that your unintentional victims survived…I can help you Draco."

Tears burned behind Draco's eyes, the sound of the battle fading to background noise. This was his fault. His job was done despite the actual murder being committed by Snape, his godfathers, hand. The memory played on like some sick recording in his mind.

"Come over to the right side Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can possibly imagine. What is more, I can send members of the order to your mother tonight to hide her likewise. Your father is safe at the moment in Azkaban…when the time comes we can protect him too…come over to the right side Draco…you are not a killer…"

You are not a killer…not a killer. Then why do I feel this way? He thought. Now he had to return to Voldemort…tell him that had occurred, and accept his punishment. It went without saying as to what the punishment would be. But somehow, Draco was no longer afraid. A deep sense of peace settled on him like a favorite cloak. In death he would find release; in death he would have his victory. Suddenly, Snape appeared.

"Draco, out of here, quickly."

He grabbed a numb Draco by the front of his robes, and shoved him back towards the stairs. The made a mad dash for the exit, all the while bombarded by spells from Order Members wands. Draco caught sight of Harry, his face a mask of Pain and Anger, racing after them.

I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry. Thought Draco sadly. They cleared the castle, and began the long race to the forest. This forest held many memories for Draco. In first year, the detention with Potter, finding the dead Unicorn. In third year, the Hippogriff Buckbeack. Covert excursions with the Slytherins. Life had seemed so simple, so carefree. They reached Hagrids hut. Snape stopped, and they both turned to watch the chaos they had created. But Draco felt no excitement, no sense of accomplishment. For what glory was there in this madness? No, there was no glory, and there was no forgiveness either.

"We must go Draco, take my arm, we will apparate away together."

Draco took his godfathers arm, and held on tightly. Together he had said. Together, but ultimately, he thought as he sped toward his death, ultimately, alone.

End.

A/N: so? What'd y'all think? Reviews are welcome!