Harry
He was burning. Every inch, every pore, every cell was on fire. Light exploded you of his body, lessening the pain to a heavy throbbing. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and feel it thump in every part of his body. The light created a globe-like shape, completely surrounding his body. Beyond the globe, however, everything was dark.
Harry saw something move in the distance. Immediately, who knew not just what, but who it was. It had nothing to do with the pale skin or hair, the sharp cut of their shoulders or their smooth complexion, but the fact that Harry has dreamt about the same person for months. The same person who he has loved for years. The same person who hated his very guts.
The painfully lovely, Draco Malfoy.
Harry attempts to move towards the other boy, but a searing pain shoots through his forehead, right over his scar.
"Draco!" He yelled, unable to think of another answer.
The boy in the darkness turned around, said something and choked. He clutched at his throat, the obvious pain ripping through him.
Harry reached his arm out, only to notice that the destroyed Elder Wand was restored and sitting in his very palm. It's tip was pointed right at Draco's heart.
Harry's lips started moving, and he panicked. The words that came out of his mouth were not at all what he wanted to say, and was not his voice. He has heard that voice to often not to recognize it. It was Voldemort's, deep and raspy with a fire put out by the cold of his tone.
"Looks like your time has run out. This will make things that much easier," Draco's eyes grew, and Harry couldn't help but panic. "It's such a pity you want out so soon. My! You have so much to live for my boy! Suit yourself..."
What the fuck? Harry thought, the words coming out of his mouth making absolutely no sense. It wasn't until his hand made the lightning shape motion, and the killing curse incantation left his lips did he know what his intentions were. Harry couldn't breathe. The burst of green rippled towards Draco, breaking and parting as if moving through water.
As if... moving through water...
Harry awoke to a loud thump.
He kept his eyes closed, desperately trying to ignore the images that flashed behind his eyelids. He convinced himself that a textbook, transfiguration perhaps, fell off a bed and struck the floor.
That was, until the sobs began.
Soft, hitching sobs. Desperate and weak. Isolated and self-loathed. There was only one person in the entire world who could cry all those things at once. Lucky for Harry, he's heard it before. In a lavatory, post duel, post pain.
He sat up, not wanting to startle the cowering Draco, and reached for his wand, then glasses on his bedside table.
"Lumos," Harry muttered, as he put on his glasses. Disoriented by the bright light, his eyes searched the dormitory, forgetting exactly where he was. His eyes eventually landed on Draco, and his heart dropped into his stomach at the sight.
He was startling pale- the black circles under his eyes seemed like hollows in his usually stunning face. He was tucked into a ball beside his bed, knees tucked to his chest, and Harry could see the tears on his face collide with the sweat on his chest. His blue eyes were piercing, as he looked at Harry with a look of surprise and hatred. Harry nearly cried at the view.
Suddenly, Draco stood up, and ran. Harry leaped out of his four-poster bed and took off after him. He sprinted down the stairs to the common room, and out into the corridor. By the time he made it out, though, Draco was no where to be seen.
He walked back into the common room, and placed his hands on his knees, suddenly feeling very out of breath. After a moment, Harry stood back up and surveyed his surroundings. The fire was still burning steadily, a few torches were still lit, and there was plenty of blankets crowded on the tiny couch near the fire. Deciding to stay awake and wait for Draco to come back, he walked over to the kitchenette in the back corner, and started to make two teas- one for himself, and one for Draco, whenever he decided to return.
Harry sat down onto the overstuffed couch, and stared deeply into the fire. His eyes prickled, staring directly into the heat, but he did not cry, no. He thought back to the many times he sat on a similar couch in the Gryffindor common room, and chuckled. I can't believe it, Harry though. Even on the worst days, there was always something we could smile about. Full of resentment, Harry couldn't help but wish that he was back in those days, the days when he went by blissfully unaware.
His eyes started to swim in and out of focus. His eyelids started to drop, and his head fall to his left side. He was falling asleep.
No... Harry thought. I... I need to wait...
Harry's eyes flashed open, but he lost view of the common room. He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, and he choked. He choked on water. His surroundings came into view, he seemed to be under pale water, staring up at the surface. Colourful tiles could be see just above the surface. Harry tried to move, but found his body blinded still. Without his knowledge, a pale hand floated in front of his eyes. He glanced down, taking in all parts of it to understand where he was. On the wrist was a coiling serpent slithering out of a dark skull, completely still. A dark mark.
Draco, Harry though, knowing exactly who this arm belonged to. I need to...
Just as it started, the vision finished, leaving Harry breathless.
