All Over

Lucius Malfoy had managed to reach Hogwarts, using the Portkey he had found on Draco. He couldn't carry both Harry and Draco, and he was lucky to be found by several Slytherins near the Black Lake. They went for help immediately and brought back Professor Dumbledore. They carried the two unconscious boys to the hospital wing to be taken care of by Madame Pomfrey. Soon Ron, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle rushed in to find out if their best friends were still alive. Madame Pomfrey told them to wait outside sternly; having fought Voldemort and his Death Eaters was not to be taken lightly. When she emerged from the room again, she beckoned over Dumbledore quietly.

"I think you should see this, Albus," she whispered.

Harry and Draco had been holding hands tightly when they were brought in, and Madame Pomfrey knew better than to separate them. She had enlarged a hospital bed, in which Harry and Draco were now lying very still, hands clasped together.

Dumbledore stood next to the bed and frowned. Then he smiled.

"So it's true then," he said proudly. "They have been wielding Old Magic to defeat Voldemort."

Madame Pomfrey nodded. "They seem to be healing each other somehow. I don't understand what it is that they're doing, but they don't need my expertise to get well."

Dumbledore put his hand on Madame Pomfrey's shoulder and said quietly: "I think it's time to let their friends in. They are worried out of their minds about them, Poppy."

Madame Pomfrey agreed. She muttered a spell to clean Draco's face from the dried blood and went to open the door.

"You can come in now. They are healing, and my guess is they won't wake up yet. Please do not disturb them. Lucius, come with me. You need some healing as well."

"I want to see my son first," Lucius said stubbornly, following Ron, Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle.

The two Gryffindors and the two Slytherins rushed up to the bed and gasped when they saw Harry and Draco lying next to each other. It was unreal to see the two rivals like this; having fought the same terrible battle. Both unconscious, with the traces of horror still visible on their faces. But the strangest thing of all was that they were holding hands.

"Will they be okay?" Hermione whispered.

"They will be," said Dumbledore. "But they need to rest."

"What happened?" Goyle asked, looking at Lucius.

Lucius looked up at the expectant faces and then did something that was very much out of character indeed. He buried his face in his hands and started to cry.

The students gaped at him in astonishment. Dumbledore put a soothing hand on Lucius' shoulder.

"They're safe now, Lucius," he said. "Do you think you can tell us what happened?"

Another sob. Then Lucius looked at Dumbledore and said: "It's all my fault, Dumbledore. I'm the one who brought them to the Dark Lord."

Ron gasped in horror, and he was reaching for his wand. Both Slytherins followed his example. They were stopped when the door slammed and Snape ran in.

"Where are they? Are they alright?" he cried. Then he spotted Lucius and rushed up to him.

"Lucius! What happened?"

Lucius looked up at Snape and forced out a bitter smile.

"I happened, Severus. I caught Potter and my son and brought them back to the Manor."

Snape seemed unfazed by that statement and nodded impatiently. "What about Voldemort? Is he gone?"

Lucius nodded. "If it wasn't for them, he would still be out there. The magic those two were wielding… It was frightening. God, I'm so sorry!" He broke down again and wasn't able to speak for several minutes.

Hermione had put her hand on Ron's arm to stop him from hexing Lucius into next week.

"Think, Ron. He imprisoned his own son. He knows he was wrong. He doesn't need you to make him suffer any more than he is suffering right now."

Crabbe and Goyle heard her and also put down their wands.

Choking out the words through violent sobs, Lucius told them everything that had happened to Harry and Draco. He didn't know how they acquired the Old Magic though, and Dumbledore assured everyone they would find out as soon as Draco and Harry woke up.

"There's nothing we can do for them now, I'm afraid. Poppy, I leave them in your care. Let me know if anything changes."

They left the hospital wing reluctantly. Hermione, Ron, Crabbe and Goyle spent most of their free time sitting outside the hospital wing, waiting for news.

-

Harry woke up in the dark, crying out Draco's name and sweating profusely. Without even bothering to reach for his glasses, he looked around frantically. Then he felt a warm hand holding his own hand and he sighed. Relief washed over him. Draco was lying right next to him and was breathing evenly.

He's alive… Thank Merlin…

He pulled Draco's sleeping body into a tight embrace, crying silently.

We did it… We finished him…

When he realized that, it was like all the held back fear and trauma flooded out of him in one go; Harry cried until he had no tears left to cry, his body convulsing with intense emotions.

"Christ, Potter, are you trying to drown me?" Draco said hoarsely. Harry had been so busy crying his eyes out that he never noticed Draco had woken up as well.

"It's over," Harry sobbed. "Draco, we did it. We killed the bastard."

"I don't remember," Draco said, pulling Harry closer. "All I remember is my father… I was looking down on him, and the next moment… pain. All I remember is pain. It felt like I was dying."

"You were," Harry answered. "That son of a bitch used the Cruciatus Curse on you when your back was turned. Not the kind of Cruciatus he used on people he was torturing for his own entertainment; the real kind. You were bleeding all over the place, it was horrible."

"Did you save me?" Draco asked anxiously.

"Yes and no. Your father finally made the right decision and Enervated me. I used the Killing Curse on Voldemort. Your father healed you as best he could. I helped him and passed out. I guess he found the Portkey and used it to get to Hogwarts."

Draco pulled back and looked at Harry in disbelief.

"My father rescued us?"

Harry nodded. "Without him, we'd be dead now."

Draco shook his head and then, slowly, a smile formed on his face.

"Told you. I'm his only son. Without me, no heir to the Malfoy name."

Harry gasped. "You don't mean…"

"Do you think my parents love each other, Harry? It was a fixed marriage. He had the same plans for me, no doubt."

Harry's face fell. Draco smirked maliciously.

"Won't he be in for a nasty surprise. There's no way I'm going to leave you. I don't care whether you're a half-blood, or even a Muggleborn for that matter. Don't you understand, Harry? It was our love, our combined magic that defeated Voldemort. Even my father will have to respect that."

Harry smirked.

"And if he doesn't, we'll just blast him. It worked on Voldemort all right."

"That's the spirit, Potter. See? One serious battle to save the world and you're thinking like a Slytherin. I'm proud of you."

Harry's hands wandered lower on Draco's back and he whispered: "I'm having some very Slytherin thoughts right now. Can I show you?"

"By all means," Draco grinned.

Harry kissed Draco with fire, and then magic buzzed around them like a whirlwind.

Whoa. We're awesome.