~ Find,
one
song,
a
song about love
from
the soul of a young man
One song,
to
redeem this empty life
Time
flies,
and
there's no need to endure anymore
Time
dies... ~
Draco
kept his eyes locked onto Harry's face as the world spun around them. The
Hogwarts entrance hall came into focus as they came to a stop amid a group of
surprised teachers, it was the day before the start of classes and many of the
Professors were roaming the halls.
Draco pushed past them roughly
and ignored their shocked inquiries as he took off up the stairs, Harry limp in
his arms. The route to the infirmary had never felt so long as Draco flew
through the halls. When he reached the hospital wing, he saw Dumbledore waiting
at the entrance. He quickly brushed past and carried Harry to the bed Madam
Pomfrey was standing beside.
"What happened?" she
asked, immediately looking Harry over for injuries.
"Harry cast
Alcestis," Draco answered, looking instead to Dumbledore as he joined
them.
"Alcestis?"
Dumbledore frowned. "The Avada Kedavra counter-curse? It's just a legend,
a myth..."
"Well, it worked,"
Draco said, glancing back to Harry.
He was still unconscious, but
his breathing had become a little more stable. Madam Pomfrey removed Harry's
jumper and shook her head at the protruding ribs and dark bruises. She removed
the rest of his clothes and slipped him into a pair of white hospital pyjamas.
"Other than a broken rib,
bruising, and severe malnutrition and blood loss, I don't see anything that
should be life threatening," she concluded, glancing over at Dumbledore.
"Tell me exactly what
happened," Dumbledore asked, as Madam Pomfrey continued to inspect Harry.
Draco sat down heavily in the
chair at Harry's bedside and closed his eyes. "Harry and Voldemort's wands
connected somehow," he started, the events unfolding again in front of his
eyes. "There was this beam of light, and Harry created this glowing green
ball out of his wand. It moved along the beam towards Voldemort. I'd never seen
Harry so strong..."
Draco's voice broke and he
reached out an arm to clasp Harry's hand with his own before continuing.
"The green light had
almost reached Voldemort's wand, he fell to his knees and was shaking a lot.
Then..."
Draco tightened his grip on
Harry's hand.
"My father...severed the
connection. Voldemort said that if the connection was broken, then he and Harry
would both die."
Draco stopped and opened his
eyes. "Voldemort is dead."
Dumbledore opened his mouth to
speak, but was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Sirius and Ron.
"How is he?" Sirius
asked as he rushed to his godson's side.
"There are no life
threatening injuries," Madam Pomfrey explained. "But it's almost as
if something is still affecting him."
"What are you going to
do?" Ron asked, face pale beneath a layer of dirt.
"I'm going to have to do
an internal exam, hopefully I'll find the problem and be able to treat
it."
Ron nodded mutely.
"Let's leave Poppy to her
work," Dumbledore said, to the concerned group.
"I want to stay," Ron
protested.
"The exam will take quite
awhile," Madam Pomfrey said gently. "I have to treat a curse that has
never been documented, I won't know exactly what I'm looking for. I will let
you know as soon as I find anything."
Sirius nodded and ushered Ron
out of the room before he could protest further.
"Feel free to stay at
Hogwarts as long as you want," Dumbledore offered as they walked out the
door. "In the mean time, you should have something to eat and try to get
some sleep."
Dumbledore turned in the
doorway to look back at Draco, who had remained in his chair.
"Mr Malfoy?"
"I'm not leaving," he
answered tersely, without looking up.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly
as he quietly shut the door behind him and Madam Pomfrey bustled off to her
office to get some equipment needed for the exam.
Draco studied Harry's face as
he unconsciously rubbed little circles on Harry's warm hand with his thumb.
Harry's lips were parted as shallow breaths of air rattled out from his lungs.
His skin, where it wasn't bruised, was extremely pale, like porcelain.
Draco picked up a damp
washcloth from a bowl on the bedside table and proceeded to gently dab at the
encrusted blood on Harry's scar. As the skin was wiped clean, Draco noticed
that the famous lightning bolt was glowing a strange green colour.
Draco dropped the washcloth
back into the bowl and cautiously swept his fingertips over the glowing mark -
it felt hot to the touch. A quiet moan suddenly emitted from Harry's parted
lips.
"Harry?" Draco called
to him.
Harry started shivering and
tiny rivulets of perspiration began to trickle down his face from under his
fringe.
Draco stood up in alarm and
whirled around. "Madam Pomfrey!" he called frantically.
She came running, holding a
silver carrying case. She saw the
glowing mark and held her wrist to Harry's forehead and frowned. She made no
comment as she opened her silver case and pulled out a long needle, attaching a
vial containing a white, pearly liquid to the end of it. She stopped short of
administering the needle when she caught sight of the deep gashes in the
underside of Harry's elbows. She took out her wand and muttered a healing spell
to repair the damage. Once it had taken effect, she inserted the needle and
carefully drained the potion into Harry's vein.
"It will be about an hour
before it begins to take effect," she said, removing the needle and
straightening up.
"What does it do?"
Draco asked.
"It will allow me to scan
his internal organs and blood stream for any magical activity that is harming
him, a very useful spell that I've had to use countless times."
Draco nodded and picked up the
washcloth again to wipe away the moisture on Harry's forehead.
"I'll leave you alone for
awhile, Mr Malfoy," she said, placing the needle back into its case. "Let
me know if there is any change."
"Thank you," Draco
said distractedly, grateful for some alone time with Harry.
Poppy smiled as she headed back
to her office. "He's really changed," she thought to herself. "I
never thought I'd live to see the day Draco Malfoy said thank you. Potter's a
good influence on him."
Draco put the washcloth aside
and took up Harry's hand again.
"Harry? Can you hear me?
Please wake up..." he looked around to make sure he was alone. "I...I
need you. I'm so sorry, Harry, I never meant to hurt you. I need you to come
back to me, okay? I'm so sorry..."
Draco choked, angry at himself
as tears leaked out the corner of his eyes and fell onto their joined hands.
"Open your eyes...look at
me, Harry!" he shouted in frustration, shaking him.
He broke down and fell across
Harry's chest as he sobbed.
"Don't leave me,
Harry..."
Draco lay face down, crying
steadily as the white sheets soaked up his tears. Some time later, he began to
feel exhaustion creep in after such a long and stressful day, so he crawled
onto the bed next to Harry and wrapped his arms around the warm body.
He lightly touched his lips to
Harry's scar, the salty taste of his own tears bitter on his tongue as they
dropped from his lips onto Harry's skin. He laid his head down and closed his
eyes.
"Please wake up..."
he whispered, as he drifted off.
* * * * * * * * *
Dumbledore
sat in his office with Ron and Sirius, waiting for Snape and Hermione to
arrive.
"Could I see your
arm?" Dumbledore asked Sirius after he had been told of how they had
gained access to Voldemort's hide-out.
Sirius obligingly pulled back the
sleeve of his robe and displayed his bare forearm, free of the Dark Mark that
only a few hours earlier had burned brightly.
"Remarkable,"
Dumbledore muttered. "I'll have the Death Eaters, which you stunned
earlier, checked when they are brought in to see if their Marks are also
missing. We have already recovered Voldemort's body and he has been checked
over countless times - he is indeed dead."
Just then Snape walked into the
office looking as sour as usual.
"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore
smiled pleasantly. "Could I see your arm please?"
"It's gone," Snape
said, not bothering to lift his sleeve. "I felt the Mark disappear
earlier. I assume then that Voldemort has been defeated?"
"It appears that
way," Dumbledore nodded.
"Was it Potter?"
"I believe so,
Severus," he paused, watching Snape interestedly. "He used
Alcestis."
Snape raised a brow in
surprise. "Alcestis? No one has ever been able to prove that it works. You
would have to have two very powerful wizards that share..."
Snape paused and narrowed his
eyes in suspicion at Dumbledore's twinkling expression.
"Potter has Voldemort's
brother wand, doesn't he?"
"Indeed, he does."
"So it worked? Alcestis
works?"
"I think Harry has proven
that, yes."
"Harry has the brother
wand of You-Know-Who?" Ron asked in amazement.
The office door suddenly swung
open with a crash, startling them all, as Hermione came running in and threw
herself into Ron's arms.
"Thank, God, you're
okay!" she cried.
"I'm fine, 'Mione,"
he smiled, squeezing her back.
"Where's Harry?"
"He's in the
infirmary," Ron said, smile vanishing.
"Why don't we sit
down?" Dumbledore suggested.
They all took a seat and looked
at him expectantly.
"Now, I need to know
exactly what happened in there," he said, looking between Sirius and Ron.
"Well," Sirius began,
glancing at Ron. "We split up once we got inside. I ended up in
Voldemort's chambers, luckily they were empty, and so I looked around for a
bit. I don't know where Draco ended up, but he was found and brought to the
throne room... actually, Ron can tell you more. I wasn't there the whole
time."
"It was Mr Malfoy that
brought Draco in and tied him up," Ron said. "Draco was chained to
the wall and forced to watch Voldemort torture, Harry..."
Ron cleared his throat and
forced himself to continue.
"Harry was released from
this table that he had been strapped to and he took out his wand-"
"His wand?" Hermione
interrupted. "How?"
"From Peter Pettigrew, I
believe," Dumbledore answered calmly.
"How did you know?"
Ron asked, taken aback.
Dumbledore smiled wisely.
"You knew he was going to
give it to, Harry, didn't you?" Sirius asked incredulously, the pieces
falling into place. "That's why you left it in Harry's flat with almost no
security! And here I was beginning to think that you were losing your
touch."
Dumbledore chuckled, eyes
twinkling mischievously.
"Then what happened?"
Hermione asked.
"Then Wormtail gave Harry
his glasses back and You-Know-Who saw him do it, so he killed him. Harry got
really angry and he performed that Alcestis curse as You-Know-Who cast Avada
Kedavra. He began to fall as Harry forced that green ball towards him.
You-Know-Who was clearly going to lose, so Mr Malfoy ran forwards into the
connection. There were all these lights and smoke. I set Draco free from the
chains and when the smoke cleared, I saw Harry and Voldemort...I thought they
were dead."
Ron stopped and looked down.
"Then the Death Eaters
attacked us, and Draco tried to get to Harry," Sirius continued. "But
I think his father tried to stop him, so...Draco killed his father."
Snape gasped quietly in
surprise; feeling for his former pupil.
"Go on," Dumbledore
encouraged.
"Draco chased after these
Death Eaters who had taken Harry and Voldemort. Ron and I finally managed to
catch up to him in the corridor, the two Death Eaters were stunned and Draco
was sitting with Harry. Voldemort was dead. Harry woke up to give us the
password for our escape, but then he suddenly got much worse and we rushed
here...that's pretty much it."
"Is Harry going to be
okay?" Hermione asked Dumbledore.
Dumbledore sighed and the light
in his eyes dimmed slightly.
"I'm not sure yet,"
he said. "It depends on if Madam Pomfrey can find the source of what is
affecting him and if he has enough strength left to fight against it."
"Can I go see him?"
"Of course, but I would
like Draco to have some time alone with him right now. It might help both of
them."
Hermione nodded and held Ron's
hand tightly.
The group sat silently, praying
that Harry would be alright now that he had finally accomplished what the
entire wizarding world had been waiting for him to do.
* * * * * * * * *
Draco dozed fitfully on the hospital
bed, holding onto Harry possessively. He suddenly woke and looked at the clock
- it had been over an hour since Madam Pomfrey had left. Draco tilted his head
back to look at Harry, he had stopped shivering but his scar was still glowing.
Draco settled back down with
his head snuggled into Harry's shoulder and closed his eyes, beginning to dream
as he fell into a restless sleep.
He and Harry were back at Adamo Lake, having a picnic
and watching the clouds go by. He was feeding Harry dark, red cherries; letting
him bite the juicy berries off the stem right from his fingers. They were both
laughing. Draco picked up a glowing, green cherry from the bowl and held it out
over Harry's mouth. Harry bit into it and started choking, his scar suddenly
turning a ghostly green to match the cherry.
"Harry!" Draco cried
out.
Harry collapsed on the blanket.
"Wait!" Draco called.
"I should tell you, I should tell you..."
Draco woke with a shout, a cold
sweat breaking out all over his body. He looked at Harry who was still sleeping
peacefully.
Draco shook his head and wiped
his hand across his brow.
"Mr Malfoy, are you
alright?"
Madam Pomfrey had come back
into the room upon hearing Draco's cry.
"I'm fine," he said shakily,
still rattled from the nightmare. "Has the potion taken effect, yet?"
he asked, trying to divert her sympathetic gaze.
"It should have," she
answered, looking to Harry. "I need you to stand back, though."
Draco reluctantly left the
warmth of Harry's body and stood back as Madam Pomfrey took out her wand.
"Acclaro Causarius,"
she said clearly, wand over Harry's heart.
Draco watched in amazement as
Harry's veins turned green and lit up beneath his skin, it looked like green
bolts of electricity shooting along as it mapped out his blood stream. The
glowing in his scar flickered slightly as the light filled his body.
"Oh my, God..."
Draco looked up to see Madam
Pomfrey with one hand on her mouth, looking down at Harry in horror.
"What?" he demanded
instantly.
"Harry has Avada Kedavra
running throughout his body," she gasped.
"What do you mean? How can
he have a deadly curse running through his body?"
Madam Pomfrey tore her eyes
from Harry's glowing body and looked at Draco. "He's been hit with Avada
Kedavra, but he's still alive somehow. I can't explain it. This is what
people's bodies look like after being killed by Avada Kedavra, I've used this
spell to find the cause of death numerous times. This isn't possible...he
shouldn't still be alive."
"Will he recover?"
Draco asked fearfully.
"I don't know, this is
completely unprecedented." Madam Pomfrey held out her wand again and ended
the Acclaro spell.
The light in Harry's body
slowly faded, until only his scar was still green.
"I think he has a
chance," she said thoughtfully. "If he fights it, and if he really
wants to beat it, then yes, I think he could."
Draco sat down on the edge of
the bed and watched Harry's chest rise and fall.
The door to the infirmary
opened and Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore entered quietly.
Madam Pomfrey joined Dumbledore
in her office as Ron and Hermione approached Draco cautiously.
"How is he?" Hermione
asked quietly.
Draco looked up, his eyes full
of worry. "When the connection he had with Voldemort broke, I think he was
also affected by the Avada Kedavra, but unlike Voldemort he managed to stay
alive-"
"Again," Ron
interjected, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Only, he has to fight it
this time."
"He'll do it," Ron
said confidently. "He has to."
Hermione silently prayed that
Ron was right, and tried not to think of a world without Harry Potter in it.
She looked over at Draco to see how he was holding up through all of this. His
face was creased with exhaustion, making him look older than his twenty-one
years, and his normally well-groomed hair was a mess, with dried mud sticking
to the silvery strands. His soft, grey eyes looked as if they held the weight
of the world in them.
"Do you mind if I talk to
Draco alone for a minute?" she asked Ron, hoping he would understand.
"Not at all," Ron
replied calmly.
Hermione flashed him a grateful
smile.
"Um...Draco?" Ron
said cheeks reddening.
Draco looked up in surprise at
Ron calling him by his given name.
"I just wanted to say that
I'm sorry," he said to the floor. "I know you really care about
Harry... I see that now. And I'm sorry I was such a prick."
"Thanks," Draco said
in astonishment.
Ron smiled tentatively at him
before hurrying from the room.
"Did you put him up to
that?" Draco asked.
"No..." she said,
looking stunned. She shook her head and turned back to Draco, searching his
face. "How are you?" she asked, turning serious.
"I've been better,"
he sighed, running a hand through his tangled hair.
"Maybe you should take a
walk, get away for a bit," she suggested. "Why don't you go have a
nap, or get something to eat?"
"I can't, what if he wakes
up?"
"I'll stay with him for
you."
Draco shook his head stubbornly.
"Look, you won't be doing
him any favours by getting sick from lack of sleep and food. At least have a
shower and eat something."
Draco sighed and looked at
Hermione, unable to deny that he was in desperate need of both.
"Alright," he
relented. "But stay with him."
"I will," Hermione
assured him in relief.
Draco stood up and glanced at
Hermione, before leaning over Harry to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I'll be back," he
whispered.
Draco walked to the door and
turned to look at Harry one last time before leaving.
Hermione settled herself in
Draco's now vacated chair and watched Harry as he slept. She prayed that Harry
would be able to fight the virus that had overtaken his body. She knew that if
he died, then Draco would be broken beyond repair.
"They need each
other," she realized sadly, hoping that everything would turn out okay.
Her best friend's happiness meant so much to her and he had done so much for,
not only her, but the entire wizarding world.
Harry had saved Draco from the
Dark and she hoped that Draco could do the same for him.
"Draco?"
Hermione snapped out of her
wandering thoughts and looked down into a pair of emerald eyes.
"Harry?"
" 'Mione?" he
croaked.
She grabbed a glass of water
from the bedside table, spilling some in her haste, and held it to his parched
lips. He closed his eyes as he swallowed a few sips.
"Harry?" Hermione
ventured, afraid that he wouldn't open his eyes again.
She replaced the glass back on
the table and turned to see him squinting blearily up at her.
"How do you feel?"
she asked quietly.
"Hurts..."
"What does?"
"My head...scar..."
Hermione noticed that his scar
was still glowing from beneath his fringe. "I'll go get some help,
alright?"
Hermione ran to Madam Pomfrey's
office and threw open the door.
"He's awake!" she
shouted at a startled Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore.
They swung into action and
raced to Harry's bedside. Harry had one hand on his forehead, his fingers
rubbing his scar cautiously.
"Harry?" Poppy leaned
over him, speaking gently.
Harry's hand dropped and he
opened his eyes.
"I need you to tell me
what hurts," she said.
"Everything..." he
mumbled, now looking on the edge of unconsciousness again.
Hermione came forward and
grabbed Harry's hand.
"Wait, Harry," she
pleaded. "Don't fall asleep, Draco is here and he wants to see you very
much. Please, Harry."
Harry turned her way, eyes
widening. She had his attention now.
"Draco?" he frowned.
"Yes, he wants to talk to
you."
"I don't want to see
him."
"But, Harry-"
"No," he said
sharply. "He hates me, and if he came back then it's only out of pity. I
don't ever want to see him again."
"Harry, that's not true.
He's sorry and...and he wants to be with you."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut,
tears leaking out from under his dark lashes.
"No one wants me..."
he whispered, almost inaudibly. "He hates me..."
Hermione felt her heart break
at the pitiful state of her best friend. She was just glad that Ron wasn't
there or his truce with Draco might have vanished for good.
"I'm getting, Draco,"
she decided, looking at Dumbledore.
"Hurry," he urged.
Hermione ran from the room and
rushed down the stairs towards the Slytherin dorms, as she came into the
Entrance Hall she saw Draco reaching for the door leading down to the dungeons.
"Draco!" she called.
Draco looked up sharply and saw
Hermione leaning over the stair railing.
"He's awake!"
Draco's pulse raced as he
sprinted up the stairs two at a time and ran full out to the hospital wing,
with Hermione right behind him.
He entered the infirmary and
rushed to Harry's bed. Harry had his eyes closed again and his breathing was
extremely ragged.
"What happened?"
Hermione exclaimed breathlessly.
"After you left he fell
back into unconsciousness and was having some kind of a fit," Madam
Pomfrey explained. "He only just calmed down. I'm afraid his system is not
handling the virus very well."
Draco tentatively sat on the
edge of the bed. "Harry?" he tried. "Can you hear me?"
Harry stirred slightly, a frown
creasing his face.
Draco looked at Hermione,
feeling unsure.
"Keep talking to
him," she encouraged.
Draco turned back to Harry,
feeling uncomfortable with everyone watching. "Harry, its Draco...please
wake up. I really want to talk to you. I'm sorry for...well, you know,
everything."
Draco sighed in frustration and
looked away.
"I'm not very good at this
kind of thing," he said angrily.
"Just tell him how you
really feel," Hermione urged gently.
"I don't know how."
"Then how is he supposed to
know!" she said sharply, tired of the Slytherin hiding his feelings.
"The only way Harry is going to get through this, is if you can reach him
by telling him what you feel."
Draco looked down at Harry's
face, turmoil reflected in his grey eyes.
Harry suddenly started
shivering violently, his scar glowing brighter. Draco stumbled to his feet in
alarm, and Madam Pomfrey quickly intervened.
"Everyone out, now!"
she barked.
Hermione let Dumbledore lead
her away to wait in the hallway, fear plainly written on her face.
"You too, Mr Malfoy,"
she ordered harshly.
"But-"
"No, I don't need your
conflicted and angry emotions affecting Harry's recovery."
Draco looked shocked and
obediently left the room. He joined Hermione and Dumbledore in the hallway and
paced restlessly for over an hour.
He finally sat on the floor and closed
his eyes, thinking about the raven haired Gryffindor fighting for his life in
the next room. He pictured Harry's face the night everything had changed for
them; his emerald eyes gazing out from beneath the moonlight flooding the small
cell in Malfoy Manor. It was that exact moment that he had realized Harry was
no longer his greatest enemy, but someone he had come to value and care for. He
had been making up excuses for why he had felt the need to visit Harry in the
dungeons, but now he knew what it was that drew him to the other boy. He had
wanted Harry to get to know him, the real
him. He had wanted Harry to fall for him, and he had. He had wanted Harry to
love him, and he had. Now he wanted to show Harry that he was loved in return.
The hospital door suddenly
opened and Draco scrambled to his feet. A grim looking Madam Pomfrey stood in
the doorway, outlined in the fading sunlight.
"His system is shutting down,"
she said sadly, wiping her hands on her apron. "There's nothing I can
do."
Draco opened his mouth and
turned disbelieving eyes to Hermione and Dumbledore.
Hermione put her face in her
hands as Dumbledore held her to him, his blue eyes full of sympathy as he
watched Draco. Draco turned away from them and bolted down the hallway.
He burst through the entrance doors and
pounded out into the garden. Evening was just setting in as he ran along the
path and collapsed onto the dirt, surrounded by white rose bushes. He lay there
trying to digest the fact that Harry was leaving him, that Harry would be
gone...and he would be alone. It didn't seem real, it was all just a bad dream.
The roses rustled softly in the
breeze, emitting a heavenly perfume into the night air. The garden was bathed
in moonlight; as if a beautiful, gauze veil had settled over the flowers. A
nearby fountain splashed soothingly as the birds sang their goodnight.
Draco knew that he had to tell
Harry how he felt before saying goodbye.
He sat up and reached into his
cloak pocket to remove a small, leather-bound notebook and pencil. He opened it
to a blank page and lay down on his back, looking up at the stars as they
twinkled above him. He thought about what he was feeling, what he had been
feeling the whole year he had been away from Harry and how to capture it in
words.
Finally, he began to write. True, raw emotions were scrawled across the page, transformed into the poetic lyrics of a song. He wrote quickly as the emotions flowed out of him, through his pencil, and onto the page. He stopped and looked over what he had written. He felt his heart constrict at the thought of singing this declaration of love to Harry, just as he was about to lose him forever. He titled the piece 'Your Eyes', scribbling it down on the top of the page and stood up. He pocketed the notebook, knowing that the words were already ingrained into his heart and mind.
He inhaled the sweet perfume around him
and felt oddly at peace. He walked back into the school, stopping in the
Slytherin dorm before heading to the infirmary. He silently passed Dumbledore,
Sirius, and Madam Pomfrey who were waiting in the hallway.
Hermione and Ron were standing
at the end of Harry's bed, holding each other close as Draco entered.
"He's awake,"
Hermione said, looking immensely relieved to see him.
She tugged on Ron's arm and
they left the room without saying another word, joining the others in the
hallway.
Draco made his way over to
Harry's bed and placed his guitar on the floor as he sat beside him.
"Harry?"
Harry's fingers twitched weakly
and Draco clasped his hand, interlacing their fingers together.
"Open your eyes," he
commanded softly.
Harry's head turned slightly
towards Draco's voice and he dragged his eyes open.
"Harry," Draco smiled,
leaning down so Harry could see his face clearly without his glasses.
"Draco?" Harry breathed
in confusion before letting his eyes fall closed again.
Draco gripped Harry's hand
tightly, causing him to open his eyes again.
"Who do you think you are,
leaving me alone?" Draco whispered, pressing his lips against Harry's
palm. "Hold on there's something you should hear, it isn't much...but it
took all year."
Harry followed Draco with his
eyes as he leaned down to pick up his guitar. He felt his confused emotions
fade as Draco locked eyes with him and began to sing, his voice raw with
emotion and becoming stronger with every syllable:
~ Your eyes,
as
we said our goodbyes,
can't get them out of my mind
and I find, I can't hide
from your eyes,
the ones that took me by
surprise,
the night you came into my
life
Where
there's moonlight I see your eyes
How'd
I let you slip away,
when I'm longing so to hold
you?
Now
I'd die for one more day,
'cause there's something I
should have told you,
Yes, there's something I
should have told you,
when I looked into your eyes
Why
does distance make us wise?
You were the song all along,
and
before the song dies,
I should tell you, I should
tell you,
I have always loved you -
you can see it in my
eyes ~
Draco let the last chord echo out into
the empty room as a single tear ran down his cheek.
Harry slowly reached out and
wiped the tear away with his thumb, tenderly caressing the skin under his hand.
He smiled lovingly at Draco, his green eyes shining. And Draco knew that Harry
understood and had forgiven him.
Draco put his guitar aside and
clasped Harry's hand to his cheek again, kissing the palm tenderly.
Harry closed his eyes with a
final sigh of contentment.
His hand fell from Draco's face
as his chest ceased to rise and fall. The glowing in his scar faltered and
faded as his scar disappeared completely.
"Harry!" Draco cried
out, tears cascading down his cheeks. "Please don't leave me...I'm not
ready..."
* * * * * * * * *
Out in the hallway, Hermione and Ron
heard Draco's anguished shouts and they realized with sinking hearts that that
could mean only one thing. Sirius wrapped his arms around the young couple,
closing his eyes in pain, as Dumbledore patted Madam Pomfrey's shoulder
comfortingly.
"I can't believe it,"
Ron sniffed. "He can't be gone..."
"I will address the school
tomorrow at the welcoming feast," Dumbledore spoke hollowly. "They
will be told of Voldemort's demise...and Harry's sacrifice."
He paused looking at the grief stricken
faces around him.
"Give Draco some time
alone," he said, looking at the closed infirmary door. He knew Draco would
never be the same again. "I will go to the staff room now, the other
Professors need to be told about...Harry."
His voice broke on the name, as
he thought of the tragic life of the boy and his parents. They had all been
close to him, and he had always felt a special connection with Harry. The young
boy had come to him so lost and unsure, and had graduated a strong and
accomplished wizard, never complaining about the life he had been handed.
Dumbledore shook his head and
swept up the hall with Madam Pomfrey.
The others turned and looked at the
hospital door sadly, wondering how Draco was doing.
Sirius sighed, knowing the
blond was going to be devastated and heart broken. The first time Draco had
ever loved some one, and known love himself...and it was so brutally snatched
away from him.
The three turned and slowly
made their way to the Gryffindor common room, leaving Draco alone.
* * * * * * * * *
Inside the infirmary, Draco had
curled up next to Harry's still warm body and laid his head down on the
unmoving chest.
"I love you," he whispered
as he fell into a deep sleep, glad that he had been given the chance to tell
Harry those three little words.
Unnoticed by Draco as he slept,
was a finger twitching by his side and the heart under his cheek coming to
life.
