Draco watched in horror as Harry began to seize almost. He groaned in pain and doubled over, clutching his head. He looked as though he'd been run through with a sword. Harry of course felt that very way. He saw Voldemort's understanding of what had just happened. The less horcruxes left, the more aware the Dark Lord became of Harry's actions. Gasping and fighting to stand, Harry retold his vision of Voldemort's whereabouts, his plans.
"Draco, he's asking your father about the wand he had. He said it didn't work. He's going after the true owner of the elder wand, Snape."
Draco felt chills run down his spine. While Lucius was busy fulfilling the Dark Lord's every wish, Severus had been the only one to look out for him and stand up for him throughout his life. His mother was there and worried, but her love for her husband was far more prominent and she clung to his every word. And now for the only adult to ever care for him to be gone? Because of that monster? Unspeakable.
"WHat!?" Draco nearly shreaked. "What can we do to help him? Can we save him?"
Harry shook his and sighed. "That's not a part of the plan, we can't afford to deviate." Harry looked down, ashamed that that was the only answer he offer to the problem as a solution.
"What if he was on our side!? He's my Godfather!" Draco threw back at them, desperate for a different response.
While Ron was still a bit baffled by his use of the word our he was the one to finally speak to Draco. "But he isn't on our side. He chose. He's a grown man and he made his decision." Draco looked at Ron, considered his words, and finally nodded.
"Let's go." Harry broke into a ran and motioned for the others to follow. As they pushed through the crowds within the school they bared witness to the horrors of war, the death of friends like Lavender Brown, and the hordes of dementors. Their saving grace was the other wizards' and witches' efforts to aid Harry in his defeat of Voldemort. By the time the four got to the boathouse Snape was face to face with You-Know-Who.
"The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Dumbledore, Severus." When Voldemort spoke his voice hissed as though he was a snake himself, as though parseltounge was his first language instead of English. "While you live, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine. You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus. But only I can live forever." At this point they heard Snape speak up. He was hesitant and afraid.
"My Lord..." he stumbled back a bit in hopes to distance himself.
"Nagini kill!" and the headmaster fell to the ground and was thrown against the wall. After a few short moments Voldemort seemed satisfied with Snape's lack of ability to continue on disapparated with his prized pet close at hand. As soon as he had left, Draco rushed in. Snape seemed to try to smile but was far too weak and instead reaching for his own face. His hand shaking and his breath few and far between he whispered with little sound being created he said "Take... them..." Harry quickly realized that he was referring to his tears and rushing to retrieve them, Harry reached into the bag hanging on Hermione's hip, grasping a flask and handing it to Draco.
Draco looked in Snape's eyes and leaned in to take the tears. He leaned in to whisper one final thing to the only adult who ever mattered to him and tell him "I found her." With this bit of information Severus managed a final small smile, so small it might have been called a smirk, and drifted away.