As he trudged through the thick white snow, slipping every now and then, leaving lonely footsteps patterning the bleak landscape - tears began to fall from his silver eyes. Eyes which had lost their light; lost their life. The warm tears turned ice cold as they slowly streamed down his face.
"Harry? HARRY!"
The tall blonde boy sprinted through the crumbling castle, dodging myriad curses, yelling only one name. All around him, war was raging in Hogwarts. Explosions of light flashed around the rooms, lighting up the countless bodies sprawled unmoving on the floor. The dead and the dying were blasted out of the way by the advancing wall of Death Eaters – the remaining survivors were trapped in the ancient castle.
He walked slowly, without a destination or a care in the world – crunching through the pure sparkling snow – one step at a time. His eyes were stinging with the cold, and with the constant flow of tears. He longed to distance himself from his former life, and so he continued – trekking over the white landscape, over bottomless valleys and never ending hills.
He raced up a set of stairs, leaping up them in bounds, black cloak billowing behind him. He was frantically searching for him, dodging the crumbling walls and the falling chandeliers. And then -
He stopped dead.
And then he stopped. He looked up, seeing only a mad flurry of delicate snowflakes – and a weak sun scattering its light feebly through the clouds.
He had lost every sense of direction, he no longer knew which was up or down – everything was confused in this solely white world. He was lost, he couldn't find his way back - and no one could find him. Just what he wanted.
A broken body lay, sprawled on the stone floor. Above this body, hung the Dark Mark – so frightening, so dark and terrible. The snake wove out of the skull's mouth slowly, emitting true fear. But Draco ignored that, instead he ran forwards – collapsing by the body's side. The body had dark, messy hair – and a pair of glasses lay smashed nearby. Tears rolled down Draco's cheeks, as he gently lifted the body into his arms. The once sparkling emerald eyes were misted over, staring unseeing.
Draco Malfoy took off his warm winter cloak, and sat in the deep snow – shivering in the cold. A vicious wind blew in from the north, cruelly piercing his pale skin, whipping his white blonde hair around his face – snatching the tears before they could fall. He put his hand into his pocket – savouring the momentary feeling of warmth – before his fingers felt the sharp coldness of the blade.
He pulled the silver knife out, and admired the way the dying sunlight glinted on the metal.
"Harry James Potter – I swear…"
He gulped, trying to hold back his tears as his voice faltered.
And Draco Malfoy fell into a spinning world of darkness, sitting in his pure white wonderland – watching as dark red blood dripped into the silvery snow – drop by drop. It seemed like a violation, to ruin something so perfect – a mirror of his life. Everything had been so perfect, so magical, and now it was brought to this – blood stains on a silver knife.
He held his still body closer to him.
"I'm never going to leave you. Wherever you have gone, I'm never going to let you go."
Regret washed over Draco Malfoy; all those times they had spent together – in each others arms, he had never told him.
"I love you"
"Harry – I told you, I promised you – I'd never leave you. I love you".
His words were muffled by the blanketing now, his whispers snatched away into the landscape.
Draco Malfoy's body lay there in the pure white snow, pale skin matching the surroundings almost perfectly, silver eyes staring blankly into space, lips curved into a serene smile. He was where he wanted to be – with Harry.