It's the Final Battle between good and evil. Harry falls for someone
unexpected.
Warning: mild slash, angst themes and character deaths. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters only the plot line.
Hope remains.
Chapter six: hope through pain.
Harry felt the blade pierce his chest and grind past his bones, the blood flowed freely. To Harry's annoyance the stroke hadn't killed him immediately, instead he had to wait to leave this world and be reunited with all his loved ones. Harry no longer able to stand fell forwards on to his knees.
He hadn't yet let go of the blade. With a tug, and a twist of his wrist, that caused a horrible ripping noise, the blade a slid out of him and fell on to the muddy ground. Looking up with bleary eyes he could see that Voldemort too, had sunk to his knees. Blood was pouring out of his chest though no source of the injury was to be seen.
To Harry's grim satisfaction the plan had worked. In relief he fell backwards staring at the sky above him. His mind began to slow down as his body was drained of blood. He realised it had stopped raining and Harry could see the stars. He lay watching them, now peaceful.
His view was obscured by Draco's head.
"Harry" it said, "oh I'm so sorry Harry, but thank you." He voice was shaking, and he sounded on the brink of tears. Harry couldn't, for all his might, understand why. After all he was finally going home, where he would wait for Draco.
Harry reached upwards with his right hand, which was a ghostly white and laid his palm against Draco's cheek. Draco too, reached up, but gently pulled Harry's hand from his face, cradling it in his own hands. Draco's eyes searched Harry's face. He thought that the figure lying below him looked like an angel, and was slowly radiating a pale golden light. Draco's watery grey eyes latched on to Harry's emerald green ones.
No words needed to be said. They each knew how the other felt.
Instinctively Draco bent forwards and lightly brushed his satin like, rose ink lips against Harry's, in the lightest of touches. He pulled back, whispering "one day."
Harry felt blackness close in on him and his tightened his grip on Draco's hands. He felt Draco's hands entwine their fingers with his, offering comfort and warmth. He felt, being no longer able to see though the darkness that had engulfed him, Draco's lips once more embrace his, and then move to place a kiss gently on his forehead. "One day," Draco repeated, "one day my love. Ill be with you soon." Harry smiled and let his eye lids fall closed as he whispered "I love you too, Draco."
Harry new no more, and the last of his life flowed out of him. He was free.
Draco felt Harry's grip on his hand slowly die away. He reached up with his left hand and brushed away a mournful tear that was sliding down his cheek. He hadn't even realised that he had been crying. Draco had known it was going to be this way; that he was going to be alone at the end and that the one person he loved, had always secretly been in love with, would die before they could express their love one another with more that fleeting words. With his right hand he slowly brought Harry's hand to his lips and he kissed it for one final time, the last time. With his remaining hand he picked up the sword from where Harry had dropped it. He laid it upon Harry's chest and crossed Harry's cold hands upon the hilt.
Slowly he rose to his feet, his hands shaking. He had lost so much. He turned, as though in a trance, and to his amazement saw his father stood ten yards in front of him, next to Voldemort's unmoving body. He was coved in mud and looked highly dishevelled. His blond hair was sticking up in all directions; blood was splattered down his robes. He was limping, Draco noticed, and he looked half dead. He looked week and no longer harmful.
This image was abruptly destroyed when Lucius lifted his wand in to the air pointing it strait at the chest of his only son and heir.
Draco's heart went cold, and contracted painfully in his chest. The wind whistled around them, making any on lookers think that they were in suspended animation. There were no onlookers. Draco was all alone, at the end. He knew what was coming.
Lucius' cold voice, carried on the wind, and whistled around Draco's ears.
"This is the end! You are no son of mine" the voice was uncannily calm. It disturbed Draco on a deep emotional level. He had never heard his father talk to him like this, with indifference.
"At the very last you are alone." They were words of a bitter truth which caused Draco's eyes to begin to well up with tears again, but he fiercely told himself that he would not cry anymore, and certainly not for himself.
"Traitor of the dark lord, and friend to the enemy, you are. You are worth nothing. You are indispensable to the Dark Lord's cause, but only by my hand shall you be killed. Be thankful that I am your father and there for will not see you suffer.long."
Draco watched as Lucius stepped forwards. He looked down at the ground, for his own wand. He had dropped hit when he had been sitting with Harry. The tears broke when his eyes reached Harry's motion less body, the salty water ran down his face.
Painfully he tore his eyes away from Harry limp form, and rested his gaze upon his father. He didn't know but his once warm grey eyes were now full of bitterness and a deep hatred. He spoke to his father, voice now sure and defined "I am no friend of who you call the enemy." He narrowed his eyes, when he saw his father open his mouth to speech "I am his love and he his mine, we love one another and it is you that is alone, not me. It is you who never new love, you who has no one left at the end. It is you who is worth nothing."
Draco lowered him self to the ground right next to Harry, and lay face up in the mud. Draco used his left and to prise Harry's right hand from the hilt of the sword, and entwined his fingers with Harry's.
"I am no Malfoy" he said "do what you will to me for I know that I shall be reunited with Harry once more."
Draco tightened his grip on Harry's hand. He closed his eyes and consequently didn't hear his father walk towards him. Smirk on his lips, his father looked down upon his son and said clearly "Avada Kedavra." Green life engulfed them and life slipped way from Draco's fingers. He felt light and insubstantial, as his soul was ripped away from his body. He was being called in to Harry's awaiting arms. He could hear him, see him, "Draco." he heard Harry's heavenly voice call. He was home, he was where he belonged. He was content at last.
Hope remains.
Chapter six: hope through pain.
Harry felt the blade pierce his chest and grind past his bones, the blood flowed freely. To Harry's annoyance the stroke hadn't killed him immediately, instead he had to wait to leave this world and be reunited with all his loved ones. Harry no longer able to stand fell forwards on to his knees.
He hadn't yet let go of the blade. With a tug, and a twist of his wrist, that caused a horrible ripping noise, the blade a slid out of him and fell on to the muddy ground. Looking up with bleary eyes he could see that Voldemort too, had sunk to his knees. Blood was pouring out of his chest though no source of the injury was to be seen.
To Harry's grim satisfaction the plan had worked. In relief he fell backwards staring at the sky above him. His mind began to slow down as his body was drained of blood. He realised it had stopped raining and Harry could see the stars. He lay watching them, now peaceful.
His view was obscured by Draco's head.
"Harry" it said, "oh I'm so sorry Harry, but thank you." He voice was shaking, and he sounded on the brink of tears. Harry couldn't, for all his might, understand why. After all he was finally going home, where he would wait for Draco.
Harry reached upwards with his right hand, which was a ghostly white and laid his palm against Draco's cheek. Draco too, reached up, but gently pulled Harry's hand from his face, cradling it in his own hands. Draco's eyes searched Harry's face. He thought that the figure lying below him looked like an angel, and was slowly radiating a pale golden light. Draco's watery grey eyes latched on to Harry's emerald green ones.
No words needed to be said. They each knew how the other felt.
Instinctively Draco bent forwards and lightly brushed his satin like, rose ink lips against Harry's, in the lightest of touches. He pulled back, whispering "one day."
Harry felt blackness close in on him and his tightened his grip on Draco's hands. He felt Draco's hands entwine their fingers with his, offering comfort and warmth. He felt, being no longer able to see though the darkness that had engulfed him, Draco's lips once more embrace his, and then move to place a kiss gently on his forehead. "One day," Draco repeated, "one day my love. Ill be with you soon." Harry smiled and let his eye lids fall closed as he whispered "I love you too, Draco."
Harry new no more, and the last of his life flowed out of him. He was free.
Draco felt Harry's grip on his hand slowly die away. He reached up with his left hand and brushed away a mournful tear that was sliding down his cheek. He hadn't even realised that he had been crying. Draco had known it was going to be this way; that he was going to be alone at the end and that the one person he loved, had always secretly been in love with, would die before they could express their love one another with more that fleeting words. With his right hand he slowly brought Harry's hand to his lips and he kissed it for one final time, the last time. With his remaining hand he picked up the sword from where Harry had dropped it. He laid it upon Harry's chest and crossed Harry's cold hands upon the hilt.
Slowly he rose to his feet, his hands shaking. He had lost so much. He turned, as though in a trance, and to his amazement saw his father stood ten yards in front of him, next to Voldemort's unmoving body. He was coved in mud and looked highly dishevelled. His blond hair was sticking up in all directions; blood was splattered down his robes. He was limping, Draco noticed, and he looked half dead. He looked week and no longer harmful.
This image was abruptly destroyed when Lucius lifted his wand in to the air pointing it strait at the chest of his only son and heir.
Draco's heart went cold, and contracted painfully in his chest. The wind whistled around them, making any on lookers think that they were in suspended animation. There were no onlookers. Draco was all alone, at the end. He knew what was coming.
Lucius' cold voice, carried on the wind, and whistled around Draco's ears.
"This is the end! You are no son of mine" the voice was uncannily calm. It disturbed Draco on a deep emotional level. He had never heard his father talk to him like this, with indifference.
"At the very last you are alone." They were words of a bitter truth which caused Draco's eyes to begin to well up with tears again, but he fiercely told himself that he would not cry anymore, and certainly not for himself.
"Traitor of the dark lord, and friend to the enemy, you are. You are worth nothing. You are indispensable to the Dark Lord's cause, but only by my hand shall you be killed. Be thankful that I am your father and there for will not see you suffer.long."
Draco watched as Lucius stepped forwards. He looked down at the ground, for his own wand. He had dropped hit when he had been sitting with Harry. The tears broke when his eyes reached Harry's motion less body, the salty water ran down his face.
Painfully he tore his eyes away from Harry limp form, and rested his gaze upon his father. He didn't know but his once warm grey eyes were now full of bitterness and a deep hatred. He spoke to his father, voice now sure and defined "I am no friend of who you call the enemy." He narrowed his eyes, when he saw his father open his mouth to speech "I am his love and he his mine, we love one another and it is you that is alone, not me. It is you who never new love, you who has no one left at the end. It is you who is worth nothing."
Draco lowered him self to the ground right next to Harry, and lay face up in the mud. Draco used his left and to prise Harry's right hand from the hilt of the sword, and entwined his fingers with Harry's.
"I am no Malfoy" he said "do what you will to me for I know that I shall be reunited with Harry once more."
Draco tightened his grip on Harry's hand. He closed his eyes and consequently didn't hear his father walk towards him. Smirk on his lips, his father looked down upon his son and said clearly "Avada Kedavra." Green life engulfed them and life slipped way from Draco's fingers. He felt light and insubstantial, as his soul was ripped away from his body. He was being called in to Harry's awaiting arms. He could hear him, see him, "Draco." he heard Harry's heavenly voice call. He was home, he was where he belonged. He was content at last.