1 Chapter 14
15 years had passed since the battle against Voldemort that so many people had died in. After Christian's death, both Draco and Hermione, who had survived the battle, had both spent long hours trying to console Harry, who had been consumed by grief for a long time after. Draco, with his respect for the dead and as a final tribute to Christian, had never mentioned what had been on his mind since that journey to the third floor in the lift with Harry and Christian.
During the long hours he had spent with him, Draco had become with good friends with Harry, and as he had been there through the battle and Ron hadn't, Harry gradually grew away from Ron and became best friends with Draco. He still stayed friends with Ron and Hermione, but since they had become a couple, he rarely saw either of them.
Harry still maintained that Christian was his one true love, and hadn't dated at all since his death. He kept the last letter he had every received from 'Christian' under his pillow. Draco had never asked to read it, and Harry had never offered, although Draco knew that Ron used to read all the letters Harry received. Harry lived on his own in a small house just out of London, but rarely went there. He preferred to order things off the internet and worked in the muggle world as a zookeeper, looking after the snakes in the reptile house. He stayed at home most of the time, occasionally going out to Quidditch matches or for meals with Draco. Draco went to visit him every Sunday around five o'clock, and would tell him all the news about what was going on in the wizarding world. Both men valued these meetings a lot, and would often reminisce together.
This Sunday, Draco was on his way to Harry's when a man he hadn't seen for a long time stepped out in front of him.
"Hello, Draco," he said, smiling at him as he brushed his blond hair out of his eyes. Draco was too shocked to move or speak.
"I thought you were.. I thought you died in the final battle!" he finally managed to get out.
"Ah yes," said the man, "most people do. Most convenient, I must say," he said, giving Draco another smile.
"I have a present for you, Draco," said the man. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and took out a small silver dagger with green gems on the hilt. Draco stared at it, trying to remember where he had seen it before. While he squinted at it, the man standing opposite him moved. So swiftly Draco didn't realise what was happening until it was over, he stabbed the blade deep into Draco's stomach and withdrew it in one swift motion. Draco doubled over in pain. Looking up at the man above him, he saw that the smile was no longer friendly, but malicious and triumphant.
"That's what I give to traitors, son," he snarled, and with one turn, Lucius Malfoy was gone.
15 years had passed since the battle against Voldemort that so many people had died in. After Christian's death, both Draco and Hermione, who had survived the battle, had both spent long hours trying to console Harry, who had been consumed by grief for a long time after. Draco, with his respect for the dead and as a final tribute to Christian, had never mentioned what had been on his mind since that journey to the third floor in the lift with Harry and Christian.
During the long hours he had spent with him, Draco had become with good friends with Harry, and as he had been there through the battle and Ron hadn't, Harry gradually grew away from Ron and became best friends with Draco. He still stayed friends with Ron and Hermione, but since they had become a couple, he rarely saw either of them.
Harry still maintained that Christian was his one true love, and hadn't dated at all since his death. He kept the last letter he had every received from 'Christian' under his pillow. Draco had never asked to read it, and Harry had never offered, although Draco knew that Ron used to read all the letters Harry received. Harry lived on his own in a small house just out of London, but rarely went there. He preferred to order things off the internet and worked in the muggle world as a zookeeper, looking after the snakes in the reptile house. He stayed at home most of the time, occasionally going out to Quidditch matches or for meals with Draco. Draco went to visit him every Sunday around five o'clock, and would tell him all the news about what was going on in the wizarding world. Both men valued these meetings a lot, and would often reminisce together.
This Sunday, Draco was on his way to Harry's when a man he hadn't seen for a long time stepped out in front of him.
"Hello, Draco," he said, smiling at him as he brushed his blond hair out of his eyes. Draco was too shocked to move or speak.
"I thought you were.. I thought you died in the final battle!" he finally managed to get out.
"Ah yes," said the man, "most people do. Most convenient, I must say," he said, giving Draco another smile.
"I have a present for you, Draco," said the man. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and took out a small silver dagger with green gems on the hilt. Draco stared at it, trying to remember where he had seen it before. While he squinted at it, the man standing opposite him moved. So swiftly Draco didn't realise what was happening until it was over, he stabbed the blade deep into Draco's stomach and withdrew it in one swift motion. Draco doubled over in pain. Looking up at the man above him, he saw that the smile was no longer friendly, but malicious and triumphant.
"That's what I give to traitors, son," he snarled, and with one turn, Lucius Malfoy was gone.
