'Harry, what are you doing?! You must rest! You're injured for Merlin's
sake!' Ronald Weasley leapt up from the ground where he had been healing
his own leg, ignoring the stabbing pain in his leg, to yank at the sleeve
of his best friend. Harry was acting real bizarre and Ron was worried that
some spell had managed to knock him out of his right senses for the time
being.
'Harry!' when the smaller sized man strained against Ron's restrain, Ron used all the strength he had left to spin Harry around. He was fazed by Harry's eyes. They held frantic anxiety and sadness as the smaller man looked desperately at him. Then, Harry looked out to the ground which lay beyond the tent they were under.
Blood soaked the ground. The sky was a darkening grey, it was going to rain, and the rain would take away the blood and smell of death. But it could never take away Harry's lover. Harry wanted to make sure of it as he wrestled out of Ron's grip and broke into a run, heading straight for the mist covering the battleground like a curtain at the finale act.
'Let him, Weasley,' Severus Snape watched his ex-student run aimlessly, looking for the special person in his life. Only Severus Snape knew who Harry was looking for in the impending rain and winds. Only Severus Snape knew that Harry had been forced to injure his lover. Severus Snape watched the mist envelope the small frame of Harry Potter.
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15 mins later
Harry Potter's small frame materialized from the mist as he sprinted as quickly as he could with his arm and leg injuries which stabbed at him with a vengeance any evil person would have been proud of. He ignored the pain which ached through his body and wrecked his lithe form in agony as he stumbled now, from the pain and worry.
'Lucius!' he hoarsely yelled out, using as much strength as possible to let the man know he was there. He stopped by the body swathed in black silk and was so weak he sunk to the ground, his slender arms seeking the man, holding Lucius Malfoy as close as he could to him.
For a second, Harry thought painfully that Lucius was dead, seeing as the body was so limp. But the bond they had was still cackling - Lucius wasn't dead yet. He wasn't too late afterall.
Half a minute later, a pair of grey eyes flickered open and the pale, almost bloodless lips curved to form a smile. Harry almost wept in his happiness as he leaned forwards and pressed his lips hesitantly against the older man's. He felt Lucius Malfoy raise his hand with effort and stroke the back of Harry's head tenderly, almost sad in the affectionate way.
'Lucius,' Harry did not want the kiss to end but eventually, the older man gently pulled back and looked at him. Harry was quick in sensing Lucius' worry for him at the sight of crystalline tears falling, as precious as ever, down his cheeks. He toughly wiped the tears away, only to be stopped by Lucius.
'Don't. Harry, don't be a-ashamed to cry. C-crying shows that y-you are not a col-coldblooded person like I once was. T-thank you, you taught me how to cry and feel, I was inc-incapable of crying but you t-taught me to fight for what I wanted. A-and the one person I ever w-wanted, Harry, it was you. I love you and will always,'
Lucius Malfoy's sharp intake of breath told Harry that the man was exerting all the strength he had to teach him one last thing.
'I'm sorry I had to hurt you, so sorry,' Harry felt more tears spill as he caressed Lucius Malfoy's angular face tenderly, making the older man smile and chide him. 'Silly child, you had to, remember our agreement two nights ago? I have done too many bad things in my life to expect to be forgiven. I have sinned, child. I deserve pain, I caused you that, remember?'
Harry shook his head stubbornly, refusing to accept the fact that Lucius was a sinner. But he remembered their last night together.
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2 nights ago
'Please? Lucius, I don't want to face you on the battlefield - I know I'll have to face you,' Harry whispered brokenly by Lucius' ear, his arms locked around the broad shoulders and his legs straddling the beautiful man who sat with a pensive smile on the bed. Harry felt his lover sigh softly.
'You don't want to - please, Lucius, I'm begging you,' Harry's desperate pleading had caused him to dissolve into tears. Tears of fear. Fear of losing the one person whom he loved more than anything on earth. Tears of love. Love for a man who had once hurt him but now cherished him.
'Harry, you knew that this would come, you have to understand - I have sinned too much to repent at the last minute,'
Lucius' words were obstinately ignored by Harry as the younger man shook his head hard.
'I don't want to lose you, please - you mean too much to me, I cannot live without you - you tamed me,' the last phrase was said softly, with the soft crying of a broken soul as Harry clung onto Lucius with every ounce of need possible as he cried. He was not lying. They had broken each other, they had taught each other. And they would be the one killing each other.
'We will meet again - you know the Hindus and Buddhists of the East, they believe in reincarnation. If we are fated to, Harry, we will meet each other again, either in this life or the next. Even if we don't, we'll always remember each other, because my heart belongs to you and yours to me,' Lucius wisely said, trying to soothe his lover's crying.
'I'm scared, I'm scared I will be the one who kills you - Lucius, please. Don't go to the frontline, I don't want to kill you. Please, I only want you safe . . . you are very precious to me. I love you,' the younger wizard blurted out as more tears coursed down the pale cheeks.
'Foolish boy - I want you to be the one who kills me. Then, you can be happy for me for you have set me free from this life of darkness I've led. For I shall die knowing the one I love most was the one who freed me. On Friday, only one group shall triumph and I shall do all in my power to help the Light,'
'Harry, I just ask one thing of you,' the blonde wizard tenderly took hold of the younger wizard's chin and made the seventeen-year-old boy face him. He brushed away the tears of the man-boy and kissed the pale cheeks and then the lips.
Harry nodded unwillingly, but firmly for he knew that he would never refuse Lucius.
'My little darling. . . I want you to make me drink this,' Lucius pulled out a small vial from his robes and held it out to Harry. Poison. Harry was horrified and raised his emerald eyes to face his gentle grey ones as he tried to protest.
'Yes, it's poison, Harry. I need to die, don't you see, death will free me from my darkness. In case I do not die by anyone's spell, I want you to let me drink this,'
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Present
They had parted with sad smiles, knowing that it would be the last time they held each other, the last time they would make love on Lucius' bed.
Now, Harry took out the slow-acting poison from his cloak.
Lucius' smile saddened but then brightened as he pulled himself up to sitting position and let Harry pour the crystal clear liquid into his mouth, down the throat. 'I shall die in half an hour's time, giving me enough time to hold you one last time, come Harry,' Lucius pulled Harry towards him.
Harry nestled in the warmth of his ex-enemy. It was time, he smiled sadly to Lucius as he himself took out another vial exactly identical to Lucius' from his cloak. He sensed Lucius' muscles tense as the older man caught sight of the extra vial and tried to knock it out of his hands but too late.
Harry tossed his head back and poured the lethal poison down his own throat. He dropped the vial onto the ground and gently kissed Lucius on the lips.
'Why?' Lucius could only ask softly as he registered the fact that Harry had chosen to die with him.
'Because I want to be with you forever - even in hell, I want to hold your hand, hug you. I want to love you,' Harry whispered as he smiled, this time round, brightly.
'It's boring,' Harry petulantly smiled at Lucius and complained minutes later. They were feeling the poison acting on their senses and organs.
'Then tell me a story,' Lucius replied, caressing the boy in his arms. He watched the emerald eyes brightly shimmer in the mist as the boy thought.
'About what?'
'Us,' Lucius smiled tenderly.
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'Harry!' when the smaller sized man strained against Ron's restrain, Ron used all the strength he had left to spin Harry around. He was fazed by Harry's eyes. They held frantic anxiety and sadness as the smaller man looked desperately at him. Then, Harry looked out to the ground which lay beyond the tent they were under.
Blood soaked the ground. The sky was a darkening grey, it was going to rain, and the rain would take away the blood and smell of death. But it could never take away Harry's lover. Harry wanted to make sure of it as he wrestled out of Ron's grip and broke into a run, heading straight for the mist covering the battleground like a curtain at the finale act.
'Let him, Weasley,' Severus Snape watched his ex-student run aimlessly, looking for the special person in his life. Only Severus Snape knew who Harry was looking for in the impending rain and winds. Only Severus Snape knew that Harry had been forced to injure his lover. Severus Snape watched the mist envelope the small frame of Harry Potter.
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15 mins later
Harry Potter's small frame materialized from the mist as he sprinted as quickly as he could with his arm and leg injuries which stabbed at him with a vengeance any evil person would have been proud of. He ignored the pain which ached through his body and wrecked his lithe form in agony as he stumbled now, from the pain and worry.
'Lucius!' he hoarsely yelled out, using as much strength as possible to let the man know he was there. He stopped by the body swathed in black silk and was so weak he sunk to the ground, his slender arms seeking the man, holding Lucius Malfoy as close as he could to him.
For a second, Harry thought painfully that Lucius was dead, seeing as the body was so limp. But the bond they had was still cackling - Lucius wasn't dead yet. He wasn't too late afterall.
Half a minute later, a pair of grey eyes flickered open and the pale, almost bloodless lips curved to form a smile. Harry almost wept in his happiness as he leaned forwards and pressed his lips hesitantly against the older man's. He felt Lucius Malfoy raise his hand with effort and stroke the back of Harry's head tenderly, almost sad in the affectionate way.
'Lucius,' Harry did not want the kiss to end but eventually, the older man gently pulled back and looked at him. Harry was quick in sensing Lucius' worry for him at the sight of crystalline tears falling, as precious as ever, down his cheeks. He toughly wiped the tears away, only to be stopped by Lucius.
'Don't. Harry, don't be a-ashamed to cry. C-crying shows that y-you are not a col-coldblooded person like I once was. T-thank you, you taught me how to cry and feel, I was inc-incapable of crying but you t-taught me to fight for what I wanted. A-and the one person I ever w-wanted, Harry, it was you. I love you and will always,'
Lucius Malfoy's sharp intake of breath told Harry that the man was exerting all the strength he had to teach him one last thing.
'I'm sorry I had to hurt you, so sorry,' Harry felt more tears spill as he caressed Lucius Malfoy's angular face tenderly, making the older man smile and chide him. 'Silly child, you had to, remember our agreement two nights ago? I have done too many bad things in my life to expect to be forgiven. I have sinned, child. I deserve pain, I caused you that, remember?'
Harry shook his head stubbornly, refusing to accept the fact that Lucius was a sinner. But he remembered their last night together.
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2 nights ago
'Please? Lucius, I don't want to face you on the battlefield - I know I'll have to face you,' Harry whispered brokenly by Lucius' ear, his arms locked around the broad shoulders and his legs straddling the beautiful man who sat with a pensive smile on the bed. Harry felt his lover sigh softly.
'You don't want to - please, Lucius, I'm begging you,' Harry's desperate pleading had caused him to dissolve into tears. Tears of fear. Fear of losing the one person whom he loved more than anything on earth. Tears of love. Love for a man who had once hurt him but now cherished him.
'Harry, you knew that this would come, you have to understand - I have sinned too much to repent at the last minute,'
Lucius' words were obstinately ignored by Harry as the younger man shook his head hard.
'I don't want to lose you, please - you mean too much to me, I cannot live without you - you tamed me,' the last phrase was said softly, with the soft crying of a broken soul as Harry clung onto Lucius with every ounce of need possible as he cried. He was not lying. They had broken each other, they had taught each other. And they would be the one killing each other.
'We will meet again - you know the Hindus and Buddhists of the East, they believe in reincarnation. If we are fated to, Harry, we will meet each other again, either in this life or the next. Even if we don't, we'll always remember each other, because my heart belongs to you and yours to me,' Lucius wisely said, trying to soothe his lover's crying.
'I'm scared, I'm scared I will be the one who kills you - Lucius, please. Don't go to the frontline, I don't want to kill you. Please, I only want you safe . . . you are very precious to me. I love you,' the younger wizard blurted out as more tears coursed down the pale cheeks.
'Foolish boy - I want you to be the one who kills me. Then, you can be happy for me for you have set me free from this life of darkness I've led. For I shall die knowing the one I love most was the one who freed me. On Friday, only one group shall triumph and I shall do all in my power to help the Light,'
'Harry, I just ask one thing of you,' the blonde wizard tenderly took hold of the younger wizard's chin and made the seventeen-year-old boy face him. He brushed away the tears of the man-boy and kissed the pale cheeks and then the lips.
Harry nodded unwillingly, but firmly for he knew that he would never refuse Lucius.
'My little darling. . . I want you to make me drink this,' Lucius pulled out a small vial from his robes and held it out to Harry. Poison. Harry was horrified and raised his emerald eyes to face his gentle grey ones as he tried to protest.
'Yes, it's poison, Harry. I need to die, don't you see, death will free me from my darkness. In case I do not die by anyone's spell, I want you to let me drink this,'
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Present
They had parted with sad smiles, knowing that it would be the last time they held each other, the last time they would make love on Lucius' bed.
Now, Harry took out the slow-acting poison from his cloak.
Lucius' smile saddened but then brightened as he pulled himself up to sitting position and let Harry pour the crystal clear liquid into his mouth, down the throat. 'I shall die in half an hour's time, giving me enough time to hold you one last time, come Harry,' Lucius pulled Harry towards him.
Harry nestled in the warmth of his ex-enemy. It was time, he smiled sadly to Lucius as he himself took out another vial exactly identical to Lucius' from his cloak. He sensed Lucius' muscles tense as the older man caught sight of the extra vial and tried to knock it out of his hands but too late.
Harry tossed his head back and poured the lethal poison down his own throat. He dropped the vial onto the ground and gently kissed Lucius on the lips.
'Why?' Lucius could only ask softly as he registered the fact that Harry had chosen to die with him.
'Because I want to be with you forever - even in hell, I want to hold your hand, hug you. I want to love you,' Harry whispered as he smiled, this time round, brightly.
'It's boring,' Harry petulantly smiled at Lucius and complained minutes later. They were feeling the poison acting on their senses and organs.
'Then tell me a story,' Lucius replied, caressing the boy in his arms. He watched the emerald eyes brightly shimmer in the mist as the boy thought.
'About what?'
'Us,' Lucius smiled tenderly.
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