By Chloe
Wait Till Dark and Lie With Me
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They stand on the sodden earth and look down at the grave that will soon hold the body of their savior. It is March, and Draco has worn his best robes-the black ones with the cravat and tapered sleeves that he can slide his emerald family cufflinks into. He has also worn Harry's invisibility cloak. Because Harry knew, Harry knew Draco couldn't be seen at his funeral. Draco watches Harry's "family," and regrets ever telling him he had none.
On the one side of the grave, Dumbledore stands solemn behind the other mourners. The Weasleys are all there. They weep for not just Harry's death, but for that of the youngest member of their brood. Virginia. Her name was Virginia, Draco remembers thinking she was stunning, but not as stunning as Harry, and still a Weasley.
Professor Lupin, the werewolf is there. And he, Draco thinks with disgust, has brought his pet, a massive black dog that paws at the ground toward the edge of the grave. When it comes time to throw soil on the lowered casket, it is the black dog who will somehow manage it and his untidy master will break down into sobs.
Draco watches the funeral party from the bottom of the slope overlooking the Godric's Hollow cemetery. Harry is being buried in the Potter plot. He remembers his genealogy lessons. He remembers his father's voice. The Potter's are an old, old family, he'd said. Pureblood, but they have desecrated their line. Do not toil with them needlessly- they are ruthless, his father's voice had taken on a hint of warning. But not ruthless like us, young Draco, they are also kind and they will ask you to follow them. Not force you. Harry had never asked him to follow, but Draco had anyway.
On the burial plot, Weasley clings to Hermione Granger like he wants to crawl under her skin to sob against her bones and not just the top of her head. Weasley needs to feel safe and Harry used to give him protection. Harry, Draco realizes, used to let him crawl under his skin too. Now Weasley has Hermione to keep him warm, and Draco is entirely alone.
He waits for Weasley to throw himself onto Harry's lowered coffin, but understands that his feet are the ones running toward the open grave.
Wait Till Dark and Lie With Me
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They stand on the sodden earth and look down at the grave that will soon hold the body of their savior. It is March, and Draco has worn his best robes-the black ones with the cravat and tapered sleeves that he can slide his emerald family cufflinks into. He has also worn Harry's invisibility cloak. Because Harry knew, Harry knew Draco couldn't be seen at his funeral. Draco watches Harry's "family," and regrets ever telling him he had none.
On the one side of the grave, Dumbledore stands solemn behind the other mourners. The Weasleys are all there. They weep for not just Harry's death, but for that of the youngest member of their brood. Virginia. Her name was Virginia, Draco remembers thinking she was stunning, but not as stunning as Harry, and still a Weasley.
Professor Lupin, the werewolf is there. And he, Draco thinks with disgust, has brought his pet, a massive black dog that paws at the ground toward the edge of the grave. When it comes time to throw soil on the lowered casket, it is the black dog who will somehow manage it and his untidy master will break down into sobs.
Draco watches the funeral party from the bottom of the slope overlooking the Godric's Hollow cemetery. Harry is being buried in the Potter plot. He remembers his genealogy lessons. He remembers his father's voice. The Potter's are an old, old family, he'd said. Pureblood, but they have desecrated their line. Do not toil with them needlessly- they are ruthless, his father's voice had taken on a hint of warning. But not ruthless like us, young Draco, they are also kind and they will ask you to follow them. Not force you. Harry had never asked him to follow, but Draco had anyway.
On the burial plot, Weasley clings to Hermione Granger like he wants to crawl under her skin to sob against her bones and not just the top of her head. Weasley needs to feel safe and Harry used to give him protection. Harry, Draco realizes, used to let him crawl under his skin too. Now Weasley has Hermione to keep him warm, and Draco is entirely alone.
He waits for Weasley to throw himself onto Harry's lowered coffin, but understands that his feet are the ones running toward the open grave.