Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.
Warning: SLASH...yummy
Love, by Accident: The War
"Harry?" Draco called to him from bed.
Harry looked over at his lover from the window where he stood.
"You really need to sleep."
'The boy who lived' didn't say anything, just turned back to the dark that waited for him.
He'd spent that day waiting as Rayne owled people on the battlefields, and at Hogwarts, Sirius especially. They all said the same thing, three months of searching was long enough, if Harry had a hunch, they had to go with it. Tomorrow Rayne would take the three of them to the old Potter house, and somehow, the war would end.
Draco got up and walked over to his boyfriend. He hugged Harry from behind, the raven-haired boy turned around so he was facing Draco. "I'm scared," he whispered.
Draco nodded, feeling Harry's pain, his fear, his determination, and he felt himself hurting, knowing there was nothing he could say that would heal this person he loved to no end.
He just pulled Harry closer to him and held him all night.
Morning came and they set out. "Harry," Rayne said as they approached the site, "I need you to remember something, something very painful for both of us," she turned to him. "This...I wouldn't even call him a man, but Voldemort, he killed your parents, my brother and sister, and he tried to kill you. There is nothing human, or good about him, he's a cold-blooded murderer, and only you can stop him. We all believe in you, and I love you Harry."
Harry nodded and they embraced.
"Well, well, well," a voice cam from behind Rayne. "If it isn't Miss. Potter."
"Vic," Rayne said coldly turning around.
"And the younger Potter as well...and a Malfoy? Oh, this will please the Dark Lord very much."
"Harry, Draco, you know what to do, I'll handle this," she said, taking out her wand.
Draco threw the invisibility cloak over himself and Harry and they made their way to the house Harry used to live in.
"You can do this Harry," Draco whispered, grabbing his hand.
Harry didn't say anything.
All around them spells were being cast, people being injured; it was just like Harry's dream, but real. And there was Sirius, running around on all fours doing the best he could to take out the Death Eaters.
Harry and Draco reached the porch of the old Potter house.
Harry shivered, realizing it was his mother's voice he'd heard in his dream, right before she died.
Draco opened the door.
It was now or never, Harry knew. He could either run, or he could go face his destiny.
Draco waited.
Harry walked in.
The cloak was off as they headed up the stairs, not saying a word, Hardly breathing even. In the old house, it felt like every step they took creaked, and they were sure the entire population of London could hear them walking. Draco glanced at Harry; he looked as if he were in some trance.
The Gryffindor led the way down a hall at the top of the stairs, to a door on the opposite end.
"You don't have to come with me." He said to Draco.
"I promised." Was all the blonde said.
Harry nodded and reached for the door handle.
"I knew you'd come."
It was Voldemort, there, in front of both of them, speaking, being alive, being...Oh Merlin what am I doing Harry thought. I'm going to die, that's the only way this can end, I'll die.
"And you brought the young Malfoy, how sweet."
Draco knew what Harry was thinking, it was all over his face, he was paling and sweating.
Voldemort drew his wand.
Harry didn't move.
"So, back where we started, Potter, or don't you recognize it? Over there," he pointed to a corner in the far side of the room with his wand, and a crib appeared, "Was where you were. And Lily," He pointed a few feet from the new illusion of the crib, and the image of a woman appeared. "Was right about there."
The images faded.
"You came here with the intent of killing me, did you not Harry?"
Harry didn't move.
"Well, I triggered that dream, with the same intent."
Nothing.
Voldemort smiled maliciously and pointed his wand at Harry, who still didn't move.
No, no, no, Draco thought, do something Harry, please, you know you can!
When Voldemort began a spell, Draco did the only thing he could think of, he jumped in front of Harry and cast the Cruciatus curse, the only unforgivable he'd ever been able to master.
Voldemort laughed when the spell hit him. "Always like a Malfoy to do stupid things. Did your daddy never tell you just how powerful Lord Voldemort really is boy?" he bellowed.
Draco tried the curse again, along with some disabling charms. "God damnit!" he yelled when nothing worked, as a last, feeble attempt he cast 'Tarantallegra', which under normal circumstances would have made the person dance uncontrollably.
When the Dark Lord was fed up with these incompetent attempts, he fought back.
"Avada Kedevra!" Voldemort cried, pointing his wand at the blonde.
In a matter of seconds the green light hit Draco and he was on the ground.