The power the Dark lord knows not

Draco looked from Dumbledore's somber expression back to Harry's pale expression then back again before he erupted into hysterical laughter. He was aware that Harry and Dumbledore were both looking at him like he had gone crazy, but Draco was too consumed in his spout of laughter to care, Draco clutched his stomach as his heavy laughing began to pain him. Tears of mirth slid down his face, it took several moments for him to compose himself.

"All right! So you're telling me that the power Harry has, the power that the Darklord knows not is m-me!"

Harry and Dumbledore replied 'yes', in very different tones. Dumbledore's tone was calm and in a matter of fact, where as Harry's was full of undisguised anger. The full significance of this seemed to dawn on Draco as the laughter faded from his face and he became uncharacteristically quiet.

"Oh."

Was his inadequate reply. Harry was much less quiet.

"You're not doing this. You're NOT GETTING HIM INVOLVED! IT'S MY BATTLE NOT HIS!"

That seemed to re-awaken Draco's vocal cords as his a pale blue aura began to cover him and his emotions went haywire.

"No you don't! If this is real, if I'm really the power that the Darklord knows not, then I'm coming with you. I don't have a life without you Harry, you're my mate. It's not like a human relationship, one dies the other grieves and eventually moves on, this is different. If you die then I'll die. I don't have a life without you Harry, and if there's the slightest chance that I might help you win against Voldermort then I'm going for it. I swore to protect you Harry, in the bonding, I swore to give my life if it saved yours."

Draco clasped Harry's hands.

"I have to do this."

Tears filled Harry's eyes and he shook his head.

"No you don't."

With that Harry wrenched free from Draco and stormed out of Dumbledore's Office, Draco made to run after him but Dumbledore placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry needs time Draco, he'll come around but right now he needs some time alone."

Draco nodded, the hysterical almost insane laughter that had bubbled up within him mere minutes ago seemed like a decade, the ignorance was gone, the deluded vision of himself and his mate simply going through everyday life wrapped in each others arms was gone, and the realization that he may never have that with Harry suddenly hit home.

Draco turned to Dumbledore, he had to ask.

"Am... Am I meant to s-survive? I-I mean after V-Voldermort-"

Dumbledore raised a pale hand and Draco fell silent.

"I cannot answer that Draco; no one knows who will live and who will fall."

Draco nodded, when he blinked a fierce fire burned within his silvery blue eyes.

"Harry will live Professor, even if I can't save myself and Harry will have to go on living without me... He will live."

"I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask 'Arry, but if you're askin' I don't think you can stop it. It's his destiny; it's what he was born to do."

Harry shook his head, angrily wiping the tears that were falling.

"The prophecy was about ME! NOT HIM! NOWHERE DOES IT SAY BLOODY DRACO MALFOY ANYWHERE IN THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC!"

Hagrid looked at him, his expression pensive.

"You weren't look though"

Harry looked at Hagrid in confusion.

"Weren't looking for what?"

Hagrid looked at him knowingly.

"You weren't looking for his name, you could of past thousands of student's names that night and you won't know a single one. 'Arry that night the only prophecy you had your eye on was your own. Who's to say Draco's wasn't right beside it?"

Harry looked at him silently, unable to respond.

Draco sighed with relief as Harry entered their room, he had been trying to connect with Harry for ages but Harry being the Master of the link had closed off from him. As he threw his arms around Harry he felt soft warmth engulf him.

I'm sorry Draco

Draco pulled back.

You've got nothing to be sorry for

Harry smiled and gently brought Draco's face towards his own, capturing his Veela's lips and kissing them tenderly.

God! Draco I can't lose this!

You won't Harry, have faith.

Harry pulled back this time, a cynical snort made its way out of him.

"Faith? That belongs to children."

Draco looked at him, his eyes suddenly piercing.

"Not meaning that faith Harry, I don't give toss if you have no faith in Him! I want you to have faith in me."

Harry clasped Draco's cheek.

"I do, you know that."

Draco placed his pale hand gently upon Harry's.

"Then trust me, trust me to get us through this."

Draco waited for Harry's response; he could see his Mate's conflict, the rage in Harry's emerald eyes, as he held his breath to what the answer would be.

"I believe in you Draco."

Draco smiled softly at Harry, gently taking his hand he lead Harry to their bedroom.

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