Warning: A much darker theme to my reviewers who prefer my usual humour.

Edited once. (1)

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The sky was blackened with only an eerie green glow to keep it company. Unfortunately that green glow was radiated off the Dark Mark that floated in the sky, the snake coiling languidly around the skull that grinned in the night.

The green sickly glow rained down on the ground to reveal not hills, but piles of bodies.

The putrid smell of decay and blood hung in the air as bodies lay defeated on the ground, hundreds of great wizards and witches lay for the worms to feast on.

He gulped down the lump that formed in his throat without his knowledge of doing so and rose from the ground after watching another friend die in agony. His torn and ragged clothes hung limply from his body and swayed in what little wind there was. Scars revealed themselves through the torn holes in his clothes, but only one shined through his dark raven hair.

Tears continued to run down his cheeks as he tried to wipe them away with a bloody hand but they were only replaced by new tears of hatred and sorrow. He grasped his half battered wand and walked through the battlefield that was coated with dried blood.

He screamed the name that had caused all this, the name that caused him such grief since he was only a young child.

Voldemort.

Immediately that twisted face rose up from the bodies of his fallen followers, his disgusting grin showed how much he loved the torment, the blood shed, the pain in his enemy's eyes.

But Voldemort wasn't the only one that rose to the boy's call, another rose from the blood red ground. He breathed ragged breaths and looked up at the other two, the Light and the Dark of the wizarding world.

That person was the only light that the saviour had in his life. His blonde hair shone in the glow of the Dark Mark and his eyes were full of hope as they never left his saviour's face. He grinned at his hero before lifting his wand towards the maniac that started it all and spoke the spell that shot out dark red towards the black cloaked man who in return laughed at the boy's weak attempt.

His voice was twisted and harsh, yet eerily calm and quiet at the same time, he spoke of how traitors should be punished as he blocked the spell. He spoke of how he could have been a great Death Eater, taking after his great father, whom he had killed.

The blonde's calm face disfigured from the anger that stormed his features as he screamed insults at the other man, screaming how he should have died long ago, how everyone was stupid and foolish for following him, how he was the one that deserved to die and will die. How weak he really was. He should have known that saying that was going too far.

"Avada Kedavra!"

His eyes widened in shock as he saw green shoot out of the mad man's wand and towards its target. While the man was distracted he quickly shot his own spell at the twisted man and watched him fall to the ground before seeing the final moment of the Dark Lord's spell hitting its target.

In that single moment Harry Potter's life fell apart as he watched Draco Malfoy fall to the ground. Dead.

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"Harry! Harry!" the blonde shook his boyfriend from his nightmare imagery and held onto his shivering form.

"D-Draco..." Harry clung to the body that was holding him and buried his face into his shoulder, trying to stop the flow of tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

"Shh...It's ok love...it was just another nightmare..." Draco cooed and stroked Harry's hair in a comforting manner.

"But...you died...everyone died...I finally got Voldemort...but he killed you...right in front of me...everyone was gone..." Harry muttered into the blonde's neck, trying hard to speak without sobbing into the man.

"Harry..." Draco pulled away from him and looked into his watery green eyes. "It's ok Harry, I'm here, everyone you love is here, and Voldemort is gone, we both defeated him, remember?"

Harry nodded in reply and wiped the tears away from his wet cheeks. "But...Back then, I was so afraid of losing you all to him like I did my parents...and you nearly..." Harry stopped himself before more tears ran down his cheeks. The Slytherin wiped them away.

"I know Harry, I nearly died, but I survived didn't I? It was a small curse, there wasn't a lot of feeling behind it, quite a poor spell for a Death Eater," Draco chuckled lightly and kissed Harry softly.

"Do you think you can go back to sleep? Or shall we spend the rest of the night together?" the blonde man asked. Harry shook his head at the first question and pulled Draco out of bed in reply to the second.

"Hot chocolate and a nice chat and cuddle for the rest of the night it is then," Draco smiled.

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LookitDom: Quite dark for me, no? Honestly I've always wanted to have a go at a much more dark setting, but I always remind myself that I hate such endings and wish they would disappear because they upset me greatly. But the world doesn't only have happiness.

(1) When I put it's been edited once, it means that originally this story wasn't going to be a setting in Harry's nightmare, it was just going to be how the war went, but after talking about it with my co-writer MineGeorgi, she said that this chappie almost signalled the end of the drabble series because Draco died. This is not what I intended, this drabble series was originally meant to be a place where I just put random HarryxDraco stories, not an actual series that continues. But if this chappie does give readers the impression that this series that had ended, I changed it into one of Harry's nightmares,the original story hasn't altered at all, I only added a part at the end that shows it was just a nightmare.

And for people who do think this is a continuing series that follows the last chapter, it wasn't meant to be! Just random stories I place here! Random places, random times!