Chapter 12: Aftermath
The Deatheaters were also knocked out from the blast, their Dark Marks were gone and all that was left was a thin lightening bolt scar where it had once been. Harry's love for Draco had left a brand on the people so that way they could be convicted. Greg, Sara, and Kit gathered the surrounding Deatheaters up and tossed them into a magical barrier of sorts that would hold hem until they were arrested. While Harlem tended to Draco and Harry who were both very low on magic from the ancient spell they had just done.
It was a week before Draco came around, he groaned as the bright lights from the Hospital Room blinded him trying to burrow into the pillows he sat up as he remembered why he as in the Hospital. 'Harry did an ancient spell of sorts, I helped – I told him I loved him! Oh hell how am I going to live that one down! – Wait, we killed Voldemort, he's dead… Harry's safe,' he thought before realizing he had people looking at him, "Hi," that was all he could think to say.
"Master I am glad you are alright," Harem said sitting next to him on the bed, "Greg is with Harry he hasn't woken yet, you need to rest before you can see him," she said coaxing Draco to lay back down.
Dumbledore walked over and gazed at the youngest Malfoy and the only one not arrested, "You young man seem to be a hero, we were told what you and Harry did," he said moving to stand next to the bed, "But I think I'd like to hear it from you."
"Uh…alright," Draco said going to sit up he got motioned to just stay laying and did so as his body was quite sore, "Well we lead the Deatheaters and Voldemort away from the school," he started, "And then Harry and Voldemort got into the witty banter thing they do, then the attacks happened, we were fighting in pairs. Sara and Kit, Harry and me while the dragons ran around taking out everyone they could."
"Breath Master," Harlem said as she realized he had yet to stop for breath, "You'll end up passing out if you continue the way you are."
"Right, sorry…oh and Harlem please don't call me Master, my names Draco," the blond teen said which got a smile from Harlem and a twinkle from Dumbledore, thinking back to where he left off he continued calmer, "Harry took a crucio for me and Voldemort called him a 'foolish boy' then Greg caught him up and held him high in the sky while the others created a barrier of sorts that locked us inside," getting a nod he finished with, "Harry asked for my help, all my good feeling, and then he chanted something in latin … I didn't quite catch it, and then everything went white…but I heard him die, Voldemort he's dead…right? I heard him screaming."
"Yes my dear boy he is quite dead and gone," Dumbledore said before saying, "Diligo est Lux lucis, contemno est nex," getting blinked at he explained, "That is the spell Harry used, I'm sure you know what it means."
"Love is light, hate is death," Draco translated, "So…Harry used love?"
"Yes he did…has he ever told you the prophecy made about him and Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked getting a shake of the head he summarized, "It said Harry would have a power the Dark Lord knew not that would help him kill the man…Harry being able to love, that is the power."
"Your love helped also," Harlem said cuddled down next to her master, she had been ignored most his life and was reacquainting herself with her master, "It gave Harry the boot he needed to finish the spell, he held a lot of love for people, for many reasons but he would have only been able to kill the mans body on his own…you helped destroy the monsters mark on the world, his soul."
Draco looked down in thought he had not known he had been such a big help, he had only admitted his love for the other teen because he thought they were going to die and he wanted Harry to know before they died, "I…I think I need to sleep," getting Dumbledore to leave he glanced at Harlem, knowing she would never betray him he asked, "Do you think me telling Harry I loved him helped him any? Or will he hate me now that he knows how I feel about him?"
"Harry will never hate you," Harlem declared softly, "He will tell you this himself when he wakes, but you should really rest more. You're body may be fine but you're magic is still low."
"Alright," Draco said curling close to the woman he sighed and went to sleep wondering if he would have felt more like himself had he always been with Harlem, and if he had always loved Harry the way he did now…it was painful, but he liked the tightening in his chest and the fact Harry made it difficult to breath. That was jut proof to him that his love was the real thing and not some childish crush, he was obsessed with a man he loved and hoped Harry would accept him.
