Disclaimer: Nope, don't own HP and Co. Aura's mine, but she seems to have
disappeared. Hmmm.
Enticement: This story revolves around a SLASH RELATIONSHIP. As in Harry and Draco, together. If you do not like this kind of story, please do not read this!
A/N: Well, just when I thought I was ready to give up on this story completely, here comes another chapter. Maybe it's because I've changed the story (again, I know), so now it's not quite so . vastly, deeply, horrifically, disgustingly depressing? Perhaps.
I wonder if my life is worth reflecting on before I go. Without him - probably not. I trace my finger over my scar, given to me by Voldemort while I think about that final battle. Oh mother, father, you could not save me from this! This anguish. This complete and utter hopelessness and misery. Does life repeat itself? I hope not. I would never wish anything as desolate as this on anyone. Oh lover, why? I could weep a thousand rainstorms and never know the answer. I am amazed that I can still ask the question. But the battle - the battle that ended more lives than it should have. So many more lives, loves, lost. All lost. Yours should not have been on that list. In the end, when it came down to it, you should have let me go. I had no one to live for except for you. But you . Why? I hate that question that torments my soul, my every fiber of being. If you were here I swear I'd never need to ask it again. Ever. Maybe that's why I loathe it so, every aspect of that question returns me to the inevitable conclusion that you are no longer with me. Never again will I listen to your heartbeat or your even breathing. Nor will I ever hear mine again, for that matter.
**
"Today is the day. I can feel it," said Harry.
"How can you be sure?" Draco asked.
"I have been up against Voldemort before. I can feel his presence."
"I suppose now would not be the time to insert a Star Wars joke," said Draco.
"I didn't know you liked Muggle movies," Harry said affectionately.
Draco blushed a little and grinned. "You didn't know I liked you either."
"Point taken," smiled Harry. "But seriously, I know that the battle will be today. And I know that together we can take him."
"Do you feel it too?" asked Draco.
Harry nodded. "Ever since last night, it's like this power has been welling up inside me, filling every nook and cranny, from my head to my feet. I mean, I've felt power, but never before have I felt . powerful. And that's why I know we can beat him."
Draco agreed, and the two sat quietly together, summoning their power, allowing it to resonate off the other into a cacophony of everything that power born of love could provide.
The battle came as the sun was setting that evening. Draco had been just about to tell Harry that he was wrong, and that there would be no battle before the sun rose again when suddenly he appeared.
He brought no army, no cache of Death Eaters, nobody but himself, and his outstretched wand. The sudden blast of power that struck the boys would have been enough to kill anybody without even a protest, but their powers had already been so volumized that they were merely thrown across the room. That's not to say that they would not be bruised and scarred later, but for now, they were okay.
Harry and Draco both jumped up and turned to face Voldemort. Harry already hand his wand out, but Draco seemed to have trouble finding his, so Harry struck first. Voldemort easily dodged the Vexus curse that Harry had tried to hit him with, but he was caught by the Petrificus Totalus thrown by Draco, who'd really had his wand all along.
The momentary paralysis was enough for Harry to use the Expelliarmus (for he had learned three years ago that he could not actually fight Voldemort if he still had his wand. Any attack would be useless). Wrenching the wand out of his hand with the spell, Harry then began to focus his energy on a spell to create a shield for Draco and himself. Meanwhile, Draco continued throwing various curses at Voldemort, who was trying to get over to Harry to get his wand back.
In what seemed to be a last ditch effort, Voldemort leapt toward Draco instead. Mistaking this feint as an actual attack, Harry's concentration was broken, leaving him vulnerable. Voldemort twisted in the air to land smack into Harry, falling in between Harry and Draco. He grabbed his wand and instantly turned on Draco.
"Avada Kedavra!" all three of them screamed at once.
Belatedly, Draco realized that the wand he was holding was not his own. The realization dawned on Voldemort as well as he noticed that the wand in his hand belonged to Draco. Since Voldemort had used the wand on its owner, the curse had been useless. As for Harry and Draco's curses, they had each connected with the other's wand instead of the intended target. And since Draco had Voldemort's wand .
The golden lights began pouring out of the wands, coursing around the threesome until all were tangled in the golden web. Voldemort struggled between them, caught even more tightly since he was in the middle of the spell. Both Harry and Draco struggled to remain in control of their wands.
Suddenly, a realization came to both of them. If one of them could only turn the wands away from the other and on to Voldemort, they would have him. But if this was done, then whoever killed Voldemort would be in the way of the killing blast of the other wand. They looked in horror at each other as they realized that they both could not make it out alive.
But then, one of them decided to act. Before the other could even open his mouth to protest, he had swung his wand with all his might straight at Voldemort's heart. And as the murderous beam reached its target, the other, unintentional target was hit as well.
**
You know the really twisted thing is that in order for our powers to be strong enough, I actually had to love him? Even if it was only for one evening, I had to love him. I had to let him into a place where nobody had ever been before. Sure, there had been other lovers, but nobody had ever touched me quite the way he had. It's almost disturbing to think about. Almost like, an inner conflict or something. I mean, on one hand, the only reason that I wanted to overthrow the Dark Lord was so that I could take his place. I wanted to see my own symbol burning in the sky. Not his pathetic skull, of course. I think I serpent would be more appropriate. But on the other hand, here was this boy, no this man, who caused me to be something that I never had before: loved. He really loved me. And even if it was only real for a moment, at some point, I must have loved him too.
Enticement: This story revolves around a SLASH RELATIONSHIP. As in Harry and Draco, together. If you do not like this kind of story, please do not read this!
A/N: Well, just when I thought I was ready to give up on this story completely, here comes another chapter. Maybe it's because I've changed the story (again, I know), so now it's not quite so . vastly, deeply, horrifically, disgustingly depressing? Perhaps.
I wonder if my life is worth reflecting on before I go. Without him - probably not. I trace my finger over my scar, given to me by Voldemort while I think about that final battle. Oh mother, father, you could not save me from this! This anguish. This complete and utter hopelessness and misery. Does life repeat itself? I hope not. I would never wish anything as desolate as this on anyone. Oh lover, why? I could weep a thousand rainstorms and never know the answer. I am amazed that I can still ask the question. But the battle - the battle that ended more lives than it should have. So many more lives, loves, lost. All lost. Yours should not have been on that list. In the end, when it came down to it, you should have let me go. I had no one to live for except for you. But you . Why? I hate that question that torments my soul, my every fiber of being. If you were here I swear I'd never need to ask it again. Ever. Maybe that's why I loathe it so, every aspect of that question returns me to the inevitable conclusion that you are no longer with me. Never again will I listen to your heartbeat or your even breathing. Nor will I ever hear mine again, for that matter.
**
"Today is the day. I can feel it," said Harry.
"How can you be sure?" Draco asked.
"I have been up against Voldemort before. I can feel his presence."
"I suppose now would not be the time to insert a Star Wars joke," said Draco.
"I didn't know you liked Muggle movies," Harry said affectionately.
Draco blushed a little and grinned. "You didn't know I liked you either."
"Point taken," smiled Harry. "But seriously, I know that the battle will be today. And I know that together we can take him."
"Do you feel it too?" asked Draco.
Harry nodded. "Ever since last night, it's like this power has been welling up inside me, filling every nook and cranny, from my head to my feet. I mean, I've felt power, but never before have I felt . powerful. And that's why I know we can beat him."
Draco agreed, and the two sat quietly together, summoning their power, allowing it to resonate off the other into a cacophony of everything that power born of love could provide.
The battle came as the sun was setting that evening. Draco had been just about to tell Harry that he was wrong, and that there would be no battle before the sun rose again when suddenly he appeared.
He brought no army, no cache of Death Eaters, nobody but himself, and his outstretched wand. The sudden blast of power that struck the boys would have been enough to kill anybody without even a protest, but their powers had already been so volumized that they were merely thrown across the room. That's not to say that they would not be bruised and scarred later, but for now, they were okay.
Harry and Draco both jumped up and turned to face Voldemort. Harry already hand his wand out, but Draco seemed to have trouble finding his, so Harry struck first. Voldemort easily dodged the Vexus curse that Harry had tried to hit him with, but he was caught by the Petrificus Totalus thrown by Draco, who'd really had his wand all along.
The momentary paralysis was enough for Harry to use the Expelliarmus (for he had learned three years ago that he could not actually fight Voldemort if he still had his wand. Any attack would be useless). Wrenching the wand out of his hand with the spell, Harry then began to focus his energy on a spell to create a shield for Draco and himself. Meanwhile, Draco continued throwing various curses at Voldemort, who was trying to get over to Harry to get his wand back.
In what seemed to be a last ditch effort, Voldemort leapt toward Draco instead. Mistaking this feint as an actual attack, Harry's concentration was broken, leaving him vulnerable. Voldemort twisted in the air to land smack into Harry, falling in between Harry and Draco. He grabbed his wand and instantly turned on Draco.
"Avada Kedavra!" all three of them screamed at once.
Belatedly, Draco realized that the wand he was holding was not his own. The realization dawned on Voldemort as well as he noticed that the wand in his hand belonged to Draco. Since Voldemort had used the wand on its owner, the curse had been useless. As for Harry and Draco's curses, they had each connected with the other's wand instead of the intended target. And since Draco had Voldemort's wand .
The golden lights began pouring out of the wands, coursing around the threesome until all were tangled in the golden web. Voldemort struggled between them, caught even more tightly since he was in the middle of the spell. Both Harry and Draco struggled to remain in control of their wands.
Suddenly, a realization came to both of them. If one of them could only turn the wands away from the other and on to Voldemort, they would have him. But if this was done, then whoever killed Voldemort would be in the way of the killing blast of the other wand. They looked in horror at each other as they realized that they both could not make it out alive.
But then, one of them decided to act. Before the other could even open his mouth to protest, he had swung his wand with all his might straight at Voldemort's heart. And as the murderous beam reached its target, the other, unintentional target was hit as well.
**
You know the really twisted thing is that in order for our powers to be strong enough, I actually had to love him? Even if it was only for one evening, I had to love him. I had to let him into a place where nobody had ever been before. Sure, there had been other lovers, but nobody had ever touched me quite the way he had. It's almost disturbing to think about. Almost like, an inner conflict or something. I mean, on one hand, the only reason that I wanted to overthrow the Dark Lord was so that I could take his place. I wanted to see my own symbol burning in the sky. Not his pathetic skull, of course. I think I serpent would be more appropriate. But on the other hand, here was this boy, no this man, who caused me to be something that I never had before: loved. He really loved me. And even if it was only real for a moment, at some point, I must have loved him too.
