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"I don't want to die, I'm not ready to die yet."
They sat in what remained of The Great Hall, behind an upturned table that had seated many a Hufflepuff. His arms encased her tired body and her head rested on her shoulders.
"We're all going to die eventually" He mused
"I just wish we weren't about to die so soon." She whispered.
He nodded and stroked her back, she was injured far worse than him, nothing she hadn't previously overcome but here they were isolated with no way of knowing when help would arrive and despite healing her as best he knew, the talented healer in their duo was she.
"She's too young to become an orphan." It was a simple statement, yet both knew the impact of the words. Their daughter, their beautiful daughter couldn't possibly lose both her parents at the tender age of four.
The tears began to flow freely then, they poured down her beautiful face. She wasn't sobbing, in all the time he had known her she had never been one to sob, instead she silently cried. Her tears hurt him more than his injuries did and he wanted to take all of her pain away. He felt so helpless and could only tear himself up inside for being powerless as his darling wife cried.
"This is my fault." She sighed, her tears finally dried up.
"How can any of this be your fault?" he looked puzzled, for someone so intelligent she was confusing as hell.
"You being here, I should've said no. I should've come on my own. I shouldn't have come at all…I don't know I just feel like if it wasn't for me we wouldn't have been here at all"
He smiled at her and kissed the top of her head,
"It will all work out, if it doesn't, she's in good hands with Molly and Arthur. Look at how Ron turned out. If I wasn't your partner in battle I'd chose him in a heartbeat."
"Oh Draco" A sad smile played along her lips "Look at what the world has become. 6 years of this brutal war and it is a shell of its former self. Empty, devoid of all emotion. I wanted to see the world returned to its rightful state, I wanted our daughter to go to Hogwarts and be proud of her family, her heritage. I wanted to see her get married and grow old."
The walls shock around them, as the protective spells, long since neglected, that once surrounded Hogwarts were hit by curse after curse, from the crowds of death eaters waiting outside.
"It was a stupid mission. We're here risking our lives for some stupid bit of information on the final bloody horcrux, why isn't Harry here? Why is it us?" His anger raged around them both, anger at the injustice that their only child could soon lose her parents, and that his wife was dying in his arms, that the life that he had worked so hard to build was about to be destroyed.
"We're part of the order Draco, we're fighting for not only our future but future generations. This is important Draco, we might not be able to see it right now but one day when school children sit down in History of Magic they might say that this was turning point of the war."
"Always the optimist eh 'Mione?" Draco smiled at his beautiful wife, "I love you 'Mione I'm glad you fell in love with me."
They sat in comfortable silence, listening with dread in their hearts as each tremble shock the great hall, the protective charms slowly failing.
Even when Dumbledore was alive and Hogwarts flourishing with life it would've taken a good twenty wizards to hold the wards strong and now here they were two wizards both weakened and unable to even think about beginning to cast the spells that would strengthen the wards.
"If I'm about to die 'Mione I'm glad I'm about to die with you."
She laughed a sensual soft slow laugh "7 years ago Draco I was the last person you wanted to be around and now look at us, I love you so much, my darling" She kissed him softly on the lips, while wincing in pain.
He gently stroked her back as another tremble rocked them both.
A/N: I'm going to be doing a flash back and then back to the present story here. I will update regularly, as long as nothing happens. I do appreciate reviews and constructive criticism! No flames please
