Authors note: This chapter is quite short but I couldn't think of anything else to add.
Dark Harry is going slightly mad, not that he never was.
The Harry Potter universe belongs to Joanne Rowling. As always, have fun reading! :)
"You killed him!" Draco cried as they appeared in a sunlit forest.
"I did." Harry agreed. "Why?" Draco asked exasperatedly. "He asked me to." Harry defended. "He said he would rather die than kill Dumbledore, he didn't ask you to kill him." Draco muttered. "Same thing." Harry folded his arms.
"Why did you take us here?" Draco questioned. "To escape." Harry said simply, sitting down on the trunk of a fallen tree and humming an unfamiliar tune.
"What do we do now?" Draco asked. "Infiltrate the ministry and gain power." Harry suggested. "We're two twelve-year-old boys do you really think we can manage that?" Draco snorted. "Anything's possible." Harry scowled.
Harry pulled out his wand and spun it between his fingers, he was bored again. "I'm bored." He muttered. "You always are." Draco said turning to study their surroundings. "Not always." Harry protested.
Harry sat on the fallen tree trying to come to a decision. If he killed Draco then he could make another horcrux but if he didn't, he would have company. He decided that the former option would have a better outcome.
"Can you do me a favour?" Harry asked. "What is it?" Draco asked suspiciously. "I'll tell you once you answer with a 'yes' or 'no'." Harry said. "No." Draco folded his arms. "Pity." Harry muttered. "Now what is it?" Draco scowled. "I'll show you." Harry said standing up.
Draco Malfoy's body slumped to the soft green grass and didn't move.
"Thank you for your sacrifice, I assure you that your death went towards a good cause." Harry then happily skipped away deep into the forest.