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Draco took one more look at his lover lying on the floor before he raised his eyes to the evil in front of him. He knew what Harry had had planned, he had sit in on enough of the meetings to know. He also knew that only Harry could kill Voldemort.
Reaching down he picked up Harry's wand and prayed to every God he could remember hearing about and some he had made up at the shrine that was Harry. He would finish this.
Voldemort grinned and his eyes glowed red and Draco could only hope that Harry had had time to cast the spell before he had....NO don't think of that just get on with it so that you can join him.
"Ah, the little traitor has come to play." Voldemort hissed out. "Tell me Draco, was it worth it? Was he worth losing everything? You family? Your friends?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at that, shaking his head, he grinned. And that grin seemed to scare Voldemort more than anything else could.
"I didn't lose anything. I gained life." Draco said and lifting his wand cast the shield around himself that Harry had made him learn. He lifted Harry's wand as well and then said the words of the curse that he had heard Harry practice a million times. He didn't know if this was going to work but he would do it because he found that he was just like Harry. He did it because it was the right thing to do.
The curse hit Voldemort right between the eyes. The power from both Draco's and Harry's wand struck him and glued him to that spot. There was a bright flash of light and when Draco lowered his hand he saw before him the body of Voldemort standing in a pillar of white light.
Draco did not know if this was what was suppose to happen and he didn't really care. Voldemort was stopped even if it was temporary.
Draco dropped to his knees and as he did his right knee hit something that was lying on Harry's side. He reached down and picked up a sword. He looked at it and it finally registered that this was the Gryffindor sword that Harry had told him about. Why he needed the sword came crashing into Draco.
Harry was going to have to sever Voldemort's head while still under the effects of the spell for Voldemort to die. But Draco couldn't use the sword. He wasn't a Gryffindor!
"Oh Harry what now?" He whispered to his lover.
A thought reached him and he made up his mind. Standing up he cast the mobilcorpus spell on Harry's body. When he was upright Draco took the sword and placed it in Harry's limp hands. He stood behind him and taking Harry's hands in his he drew both of their arms back and swinging the sword out, severed the head from Voldemort's body.
As the head came clear the spell was released and Draco could hear the fighting stop around him. A great moan echoed around the Hall as the Death Eaters realized that the Dark Lord was dead. A cheer arose from those that had fought for the Light.
Draco slowly lowered Harry's body back to the floor. He was so weak. He followed suit seconds later, his body instinctively curling around that of his lover.
Draco knew that it was over and he didn't care. It was done and now he needed to follow his life, his light, his everything. Because that was all that mattered.
Everything Else Could Wait.