When Angels Die
Ch: 24
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
A thunderous boom shook the air as another dragon fell. Glints and shards of fire fell from the sky, little pieces of a broken mirror cutting deeply into the flesh, melting deep into the skin.
Draco was standing on the other side of the field, fending off Death Eater after Death Eater as he tried to protect the entrance from invaders. After his separation from Harry, Draco sped back to the entrance. Many of his comrades had fallen, one right in front of him, as he hurried off.
A sudden bright light caught his eye. Turning, he saw a huge and shining bubble, growing minute by minute. There was only one person who could create something like that- Harry.
"Harry!" he shouted. Draco sped off down the field. "Avada Kedavra!" A Death Eater fell in front of him. Draco wouldn't stop for anything; the only thought that stayed in his mind was 'Get to Harry'.
He was only feet away when the world exploded. The gathering ball of light pulsed-then shattered, the force behind it knocking Draco to his feet. He lay there for a few seconds more, gathering his breath and his wits.
"Harry?" he called. Rolling over onto his feet, Draco saw a large crater smashed into the ground-right where Harry was standing.
"Harry?" he cried. Draco ran towards the crater, intent on finding Harry. A deep and unsettling feeling buried its self deep into his stomach. Something was wrong, very wrong.
The ground around the crater was scorched and blackened, crumbling around the edges. A blackened skeleton lay on the outside of the circle. Draco gave it a wide berth as he moved on. More bodies littered the ground the closer Draco progressed to the inside of the circle.
The one he was looking for was nowhere to be seen. Draco searched frantically left and right. Stumbling down into the whole, he stopped. There lay a very hurt and damaged Harry. Blood poured down the side of his face from a cut above his eye. One arm was turned at an odd angle, no doubt broken.
Draco slowly stepped forward, words of healing readied on his lips. "Harry?" A moan of pain was all he got in response. Rushing down next to Harry, Draco healed what he could. The blood stopped flowing and the arm started to straighten. Before it stopped.
Draco scooped up Harry's body and rushed towards the castle. Harry stayed unconscious most of the time before Draco found Madam Pomfrey. Draco stayed and watched Harry being put to bed. After that was done, he left in search of survivors.
Harry moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Light from the window shot down into his eyes, making him wince. Who opened the damn curtain?
"How are you feeling?" asked a familiar voice.
"Like shit," he responded. Opening both his eyes, he turned to see Snape resting on the chair next to him.
"What happened? Why are you here?"
Snape smiled slightly. "I was hoping you could tell me what happened. All I know was you did something to kill Voldemort. I was hurt by a Shape shifter, as I was helping Draco bring you in."
Harry frowned and turned away. His sight caught a familiar blond head peaking out of the covers from the bed across from him.
"What happened to Draco?" he asked before remembering what had happened.
"He just collapsed from exhaustion. I made him go to sleep after he sat by your side for three days straight."
Harry was still staring at Draco. Snape noticed and placed a hand on top of Harry's limp hand.
"He doesn't know, does he?"
Harry shook his head.
"Why?"
"I wanted to tell him after the wedding. You know, as a surprise. He was going to be a daddy. But now I'm not so sure." Harry choked back a sob.
Snape tightened his hand around Harry's, holding the other mans hand.
"He loves you Harry. He told me what happened and I assure you he didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Please, let him explain. Neither of you are one without the other. I promise you he didn't mean to hurt you."
Silence fell between them both. Harry sat there and stared at the man that he still loved, despite of what had occurred.
"Who died?" asked Harry. Snape let him change the subject without a word.
"Many. Dumbledore and McGonagall were among them. Also, we lost some of the seventh and sixth years. Sinistra and Vector were lost as they defended the children from the Shape shifters that had gotten inside the building. Ron and Hermione only suffered some minor injuries."
"Oh. How are the children?"
"They are okay. Most of them suffered no wounds or injuries. The castle kept them well defended."
"Who is the new Headmaster?"
Snape shifted and a small smile fell upon his face.
"I am."
"Congratulations."
They passed back into silence, both lost in their own dreams. Harry's eyes slowly began to drift shut.
"Goodnight Harry."
With a small kiss on the fore head, Snape left the room. And Harry fell asleep.
When Harry woke a second time, some one was holding his hand, lightly rubbing circles on the back of it in an unconscious gesture.
"You're awake."
"Draco?" Harry tried to pull back his hand but was stopped.
"Please-please don't. I need to talk to you, to make you understand. I'm so sorry for every thing. I need you to understand."
"How Draco? How can you explain what you did to me? That hurt more than anything I have ever been through. How can you make me understand?"
"I can make you see my memory. Of what happened."
"How?"
"Are you willing to do this?"
Green eyes stared into broken gray.
"I'm willing."
AN: Sorry this chapter is short but I had to stop it here. Next chapter we get to go into Draco's memory of what happened. Well, thanks to all those who have reviewed! Until next chapter then. ~Ta-ta
A thunderous boom shook the air as another dragon fell. Glints and shards of fire fell from the sky, little pieces of a broken mirror cutting deeply into the flesh, melting deep into the skin.
Draco was standing on the other side of the field, fending off Death Eater after Death Eater as he tried to protect the entrance from invaders. After his separation from Harry, Draco sped back to the entrance. Many of his comrades had fallen, one right in front of him, as he hurried off.
A sudden bright light caught his eye. Turning, he saw a huge and shining bubble, growing minute by minute. There was only one person who could create something like that- Harry.
"Harry!" he shouted. Draco sped off down the field. "Avada Kedavra!" A Death Eater fell in front of him. Draco wouldn't stop for anything; the only thought that stayed in his mind was 'Get to Harry'.
He was only feet away when the world exploded. The gathering ball of light pulsed-then shattered, the force behind it knocking Draco to his feet. He lay there for a few seconds more, gathering his breath and his wits.
"Harry?" he called. Rolling over onto his feet, Draco saw a large crater smashed into the ground-right where Harry was standing.
"Harry?" he cried. Draco ran towards the crater, intent on finding Harry. A deep and unsettling feeling buried its self deep into his stomach. Something was wrong, very wrong.
The ground around the crater was scorched and blackened, crumbling around the edges. A blackened skeleton lay on the outside of the circle. Draco gave it a wide berth as he moved on. More bodies littered the ground the closer Draco progressed to the inside of the circle.
The one he was looking for was nowhere to be seen. Draco searched frantically left and right. Stumbling down into the whole, he stopped. There lay a very hurt and damaged Harry. Blood poured down the side of his face from a cut above his eye. One arm was turned at an odd angle, no doubt broken.
Draco slowly stepped forward, words of healing readied on his lips. "Harry?" A moan of pain was all he got in response. Rushing down next to Harry, Draco healed what he could. The blood stopped flowing and the arm started to straighten. Before it stopped.
Draco scooped up Harry's body and rushed towards the castle. Harry stayed unconscious most of the time before Draco found Madam Pomfrey. Draco stayed and watched Harry being put to bed. After that was done, he left in search of survivors.
Harry moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Light from the window shot down into his eyes, making him wince. Who opened the damn curtain?
"How are you feeling?" asked a familiar voice.
"Like shit," he responded. Opening both his eyes, he turned to see Snape resting on the chair next to him.
"What happened? Why are you here?"
Snape smiled slightly. "I was hoping you could tell me what happened. All I know was you did something to kill Voldemort. I was hurt by a Shape shifter, as I was helping Draco bring you in."
Harry frowned and turned away. His sight caught a familiar blond head peaking out of the covers from the bed across from him.
"What happened to Draco?" he asked before remembering what had happened.
"He just collapsed from exhaustion. I made him go to sleep after he sat by your side for three days straight."
Harry was still staring at Draco. Snape noticed and placed a hand on top of Harry's limp hand.
"He doesn't know, does he?"
Harry shook his head.
"Why?"
"I wanted to tell him after the wedding. You know, as a surprise. He was going to be a daddy. But now I'm not so sure." Harry choked back a sob.
Snape tightened his hand around Harry's, holding the other mans hand.
"He loves you Harry. He told me what happened and I assure you he didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Please, let him explain. Neither of you are one without the other. I promise you he didn't mean to hurt you."
Silence fell between them both. Harry sat there and stared at the man that he still loved, despite of what had occurred.
"Who died?" asked Harry. Snape let him change the subject without a word.
"Many. Dumbledore and McGonagall were among them. Also, we lost some of the seventh and sixth years. Sinistra and Vector were lost as they defended the children from the Shape shifters that had gotten inside the building. Ron and Hermione only suffered some minor injuries."
"Oh. How are the children?"
"They are okay. Most of them suffered no wounds or injuries. The castle kept them well defended."
"Who is the new Headmaster?"
Snape shifted and a small smile fell upon his face.
"I am."
"Congratulations."
They passed back into silence, both lost in their own dreams. Harry's eyes slowly began to drift shut.
"Goodnight Harry."
With a small kiss on the fore head, Snape left the room. And Harry fell asleep.
When Harry woke a second time, some one was holding his hand, lightly rubbing circles on the back of it in an unconscious gesture.
"You're awake."
"Draco?" Harry tried to pull back his hand but was stopped.
"Please-please don't. I need to talk to you, to make you understand. I'm so sorry for every thing. I need you to understand."
"How Draco? How can you explain what you did to me? That hurt more than anything I have ever been through. How can you make me understand?"
"I can make you see my memory. Of what happened."
"How?"
"Are you willing to do this?"
Green eyes stared into broken gray.
"I'm willing."
AN: Sorry this chapter is short but I had to stop it here. Next chapter we get to go into Draco's memory of what happened. Well, thanks to all those who have reviewed! Until next chapter then. ~Ta-ta