"Who will you miss most, Harry Potter? Is it the Weasley, or the Mudblood?"
Harry bitterly kept silent, his cut lip stinging with pain.
"Ah, I know." The Dark Lord said. "Bring the boy in."
Harry looked up, disbelieving. Voldemort didn't— He couldn't have—
Draco Malfoy was dragged in by his own father, the blond boy's delicate skin badly bruised, with dried blood at the side of his mouth. There were burn marks all over his pale arms.
Voldemort grabbed the boy by his hair. Draco winced in pain. Harry felt as though he was being stabbed.
"Don't listen to him, Harry," Draco said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Silence, boy!" Voldemort turned to Harry with a smile. "So what will it be, Harry? The life of this boy, or your allegiance to Dumbledore? You have to give up one."
"Harry, don't!" Draco cried, then screamed in pain as Voldemort clamped cold fingers around his neck.
"Draco!" Harry turned to Voldemort angrily. "Let go of him!"
"So what will it be, Harry Potter? You have ten seconds to decide before I take his life. Ten..."
"Don't do it, Harry."
"But Draco—"
"Nine…Eight…"
"Please. Don't do this. Not even for me."
"I can't let you die!"
"Five...Four…"
"I won't make a difference," Draco said grimly. "You will."
"But…how do you expect me to go on without you?"
"Three..."
"You can do it. I know you can."
"Two…"
"But—"
"One."
"I love you, Harry."
"Time's up. Avada Kedavra!"
"NO!" Harry screamed, as a green light flashed across the room.
It suddenly became very quiet, except for a voice calling, "Harry? Harry!"
Harry opened his eyes, staring right into Draco's concerned face.
Everything came flooding back to him. They were on the Astronomy Tower, and he had fallen asleep on Draco's lap. This wasn't Voldemort's lair, and Harry wasn't injured, and Draco—
"Harry, what's wrong? Why were you screaming?"
"Draco?" Harry stared at the other boy, as if unable to believe his own eyes.
"Well, who else could it be?"
Harry looked at him, reaching up to touch Draco's face. "I though— I thought I'd lost you." Harry realized he was crying, tears fogging up his vision.
Draco's eyes were filled with confusion, shock, and concern. "What's wrong, Harry? Did you have a nightmare?"
Harry could only nod.
"Hush, silly, it was only a bad dream."
"It felt so real."
"Everything's fine. Look, I'm here, aren't I?"
"I'm scared, Draco. What if…what if it really happened in the future?"
"Don't be silly, Harry. It's just a nightmare." Draco reached out and wiped the tears falling from Harry's eyes with his palms.
"I'm so afraid…"
"It's all right, Harry. Everything's okay." Draco bent and hugged Harry, patting his back as if soothing a child.
Harry closed his eyes, and allowed his heart to be flooded with relief.
-The End-
