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Author's Note: First Fic; I'm a DHr fan; Please review… Need I say more?
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What's Forever For
By: Kindled Eternity
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"Avada Kedavra!"
…and just like that, Ronald Weasley lay lifeless amongst the mire
and around him brave, loyal and heroic wizard and witches were sprawled dead across the crimson field...
… either dark or light, both fought for the salvation of their belief, their faith and their destiny with all their soul.
innocent and tainted blood covered the grass; blood of the valiant; blood of the courageous…
… it was the War; the war that decided the fate of not magic alone, but of the whole world.
and to think…
…this was only the beginning.
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I stood there petrified.
Ron was dead; gone; lost:
Forever
But he died with dignity and his name will go down on history.
And on behalf of all those who were shamelessly robbed of their life: I fight for them.
I continued to run across the scarlet battlefield, dodge every flash of green, and shoot all those who were masked; masked with sheer evil, lies, scandals and atrocities.
I can not put into words, how that war began. And if I were to do it, the whole world could not contain it.
Unconscious witches and wizards lay amongst the grass drenched in their own blood. Spells were cast in every direction, in hopes to fend one's self. The scenery was gruesome, morbid and tragic.
Screams of plea came from every direction. Thunder roared and lightning filled the sky. Soon enough, rain drove downward, only to make things a lot more terrible.
I panted as big fat crystal tears of the heavens poured over me. The courage inside of me was slowly draining away. I felt my body weaken as I cast each spell.
I no longer had the bravery of a Gryffindor inside of me. I was scared. Scared of what will become of the world; scared of dying; scared of what I was facing right now. I was trapped in this maze of violence.
I was ready to give up.
But then, his voice filled my head once again.
"Hermione, no matter what happens in this war, don't loose hope." Draco Malfoy told me as my eyes pooled with tears.
"What if there is no hope left Draco?" I asked. "What if you die? What if Voldemort does succeed? What if-"
He held me close and whispered into my ear: "Be brave. Be brave for all the good left in this world. Be brave for tomorrow. Be brave for the last spark of hope. Be brave, for me."
He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. "I love you Hermione. Nothing is going to change that. Not this war; not bloody Voldemort; I promise you, nothing will."
"But, I'm scared."
"Being frightened of death is nothing to be ashamed of." I looked up into his silver eyes.
"I'm scared too." Draco said in a silent crisp tone.
And for the first time, I saw Draco Malfoy cry.
And so, I continued to fight.
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"What are you doing Malfoy?! Kill her!" yelled Blaise Zabini from a distant area of the field.
I looked at her.
Her mouth was lined with blood; her hair was coated with a mixture of burgundy muck; her face was scar covered; her ghostly pale body lay on the ground; Her lips were dry and her hazel eyes swam in tears that showed nothing but agony.
Agony that I was causing.
"Damn it Malfoy! Just kill her!" ordered Zabini once more.
"Draco…" she managed to cough out.
I just stared at her; stared right into her soul. There was nothing to be seen but darkness.
My arm was raised and my wand was directly pointing at her. But I couldn't find the courage to do it.
Or maybe it was just because…
I didn't want to.
Maybe this was actually true love.
But it couldn't be. No Malfoy had a heart that could love.
I approached her slowly, my wand still brandished. I squatted down and gazed into her eyes once more.
My wand was pointed directly at her chest.
"I still love you." Hermione cried to me softly.
I withdrew my wand. How was this possible?
How could one find the grace to love a person who was killing you? How could she still love me despite all this turmoil I was causing? I betrayed her, broke her heart, lied to her and now I was killing her.
And yet… She still loved me.
Her tear stained face gave into a smile.
"I'll let you in on a secret Malfoy." she croaked.
"No matter what happens, there still is hope." she whispered. "A handsome and smart man told me that, not very long ago."
I turned my face away from her as she repeated my very own words.
"Even though you don't love me Draco, I still have bravery and fate to believe that our love did exist."
I didn't say a word to her. I just simply stared.
"Even if you kill me Draco…"
"I will love you forever."
"Then you tell me Hermione." I finally said as I stood up and pointed my wand at her once again.
"What's forever for?"
"Avada-"
Author's Note: No, this is not a one shot. This is just the prologue. In the next chapter, we'll go one year back to Hogwarts before this happened and that's where the story really starts.
