Ego Tribuo Vos Meus Vita

By: RavenHeart101

Summary: Harry Potter would have died if he didn't do this. So Draco puts his own life at risk in order to save someone he's supposed to hate.

Disclaimer: I don't believe I own anything to tell you the truth…

Warnings: This story is slash, which means that a homosexual relationship will be featured. If that bothers you please don't waste your time and mine by reading this. Kindly press the back button at the top of your screen and go read something of your interest.

A: N- Le sigh. I shouldn't be starting yet another story but I think this one wouldn't kill me to write. It's going to be angsty… I guess. I plan on it. I don't even know how I'm going to write this, or if it's even going to come out well. Well… good luck to me, yeah? This story is inspired by the songs "Missing" by Evanescence and "Every Time" by Britney Spears (yes I did just go there… but they both really fit…). The lines are meant to re-occur. No worries there. This is my first visit to this pairing and it's something that I really want to write a good story for.

If you would be kind enough to leave a review and tell me what you think that would be lovely. It would be nice to know if I should even carry on with this fantasy of mine.

"…Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?"

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He frantically shoved the potions ingredients from side to side. Left, right, up, down. He knew that Severus had to have put it somewhere.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He threw open the cabinets, searching in vain for something that he prayed he could find.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He held up the tiny bag triumphantly, running clumsily through the mess that he had created. Severus would just have to forgive him.

Bangs. Yells. Screams. Curses.

He dropped it in. Fire clouded his vision for a second as it mixed. And mixed. Then the fire died down. He knew the next step. He took one glance at the doorway, grabbing the knife and sprinting out of the room. Down one hallway, then down another.

Bangs Yells. Screams.

There! He skidded to a halt. The Dark Lord with his snake like face didn't even bother giving him a glance. And behind him, just where he could reach, was Harry Potter. The boy was barely breathing, that much could be told by the injuries that scattered his body. He steeled himself with a deep breath, leaning down next to the teenage war-hero. He would still be a hero. If Draco had anything to do with it.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

The knife appeared out of Draco's pocket and he didn't even bother closing his eyes as he cut into the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter's green eyes burst open, startled as the knife dragged into his arm. The blonde boy swallowed thickly, wondering what it must be like to be the hero's position for only one second. He gripped the knife tightly, pulling it away from the Gryffindor's arm. He caught the blade with his own hand slitting the precious skin that lay there. "Vestri cruor est mei." He muttered as he dragged it down the length of his palm. The blood mixed.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He didn't give himself anytime to dwell on how much their blood looked alike. He stood to his own feet wearily and took off running back down the hallway. Back towards the room he had left his precious potion.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He nearly tripped over a dead body when he pushed his way into the potion's classroom. Someone he knew. Someone he had gone to school with. One of his best friends. Draco shut his gray eyes, suppressing the grief that crept up his spine. It wouldn't matter who it was. He'd be joining them in death soon enough.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He poured the potion into the only goblet that was left undestroyed in the potions lab. His hand never even shook.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

He took one long sip of the potion, only pausing to gag at the taste. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing down the bile that was rising up his throat. "Vestri vulnus es mei."

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

A shudder of pain racked his body and he let out a small moan as he hugged his stomach. There was only one more part of the spell. But he needed to see it work. He picked up the knife with its glittering handle of silver and green gems. There was a small snake carved into the blade. He shuffled to the door, throwing it open with what little strength he had left.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

There were countless dead bodies. Countless people dying. No one had even noticed that their hero was close to death, and with his death came their own.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

Or maybe they did notice. People were fighting like hell around the fallen hero. No one noticed the lone Slytherin standing off to the side with a bloody dagger in his hand. No one but Severus.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

The potion's master's usually emotionless eyes widened at the sight of his godson. He wasn't supposed to be here. Draco was supposed to be gone. Draco cast him a small smile before his lips formed words of an ancient spell. "Ego tribuo vos meus vita." His mind worked in overtime to translate what Draco had muttered. Then it formed. I give you my life. He was giving Harry bloody Potter his life!

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

"Draco no!"

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

Harry Potter breathed his last breath.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

Too late. He was too late.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

The knife flew into his stomach, stopping the potion's master from running any further. As the knife penetrated flesh Harry Potter gasped and flew up into the world of the living. Hermione screamed, running towards him in a flash. The Gryffindor grabbed blindly for his wand.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

A flash of green light.

Bangs. Yells. Screams.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Then the world caught up with itself.

Cheers. Tears. Happiness.

Severus caught up with himself, running over to his godson's side in worry. His fingers searched out a pulse desperately. "You insolent child." He whispered, cursing the very being of the hero's savior. No one would know what Draco had done.

Cheers. Tears. Happiness.

"Oh God." Lupin sounded choked up as he kneeled beside the potion's master. "There has to be something…" He whispered desperately. "We have to do something, Severus." He looked about ready to cry. The potion's master shook his head a bit, closing his pain filled eyes for only a second to compose himself.

"He needs to see Madam Pomphry."

Cheers. Tears. Happiness.

Hermione screamed as Harry Potter collapsed. "Both of them." He whispered.

Cheers. Tears. Happiness.

The war was over. The Light had one. The Dark Lord was dead.

Ego tribuo vos meus vita. I give you my life.

A:N- I'll hopefully post the next chapter tonight. If not, look for it tomorrow.Please... pretty please review. I know this chapter was written like crap... but... it'd be nice to know what people think. -shrugs- Do you want me to continue with this story at all?