Draco had entered the room in the Manor where all the dead were placed.
Voldemort was evil and really deranged in the head. Draco never understood
why the evil man bothered to bury whoever they had killed but he was glad
because now he would know where to find Harry's body.
Draco walked around the room and shivered. He hated it here, full of murdered human's weather they were good or bad, evil or not, muggle or magic. As long as the Death Eaters or Voldemort had killed and tortured them personally their bodies lay in this room. Sometimes if Voldemort found the victim important enough he would order his Death Eaters to find out the names of the victims as well. It was Voldemort's secret obsession to bury those he tortured. Draco shook his head at how idiotic the idea was.
Finally Draco spotted the coffin with a plaque labeled "Here lies Harry James Potter." His heart pained to see it. There, in that box was his lover. He had told the Order that he would return with Harry's body himself and no one argued with him in fear that he might kill one of them if they went against his will.
Draco walked over to the coffin and was about to open it when it moved. Draco gasped and jumped backward. The lid of the coffin had moved. Draco looked at his hands. He hadn't touched it. He hadn't touched the coffin. Was someone playing a trick on him? But no one would know he was there. Draco had taken Harry's invisibility cloak with him.
Draco didn't move, he just starred at the coffin of his lover. Then it moved again and this time it opened completely. Harry was lying there with his eyes open and his arms stretched out in front of him having just pushed the coffin lid open. Draco's heart skipped again. It had started beating again and Draco hadn't noticed.
Draco had watched everything, from when Harry tried to step onto the ground, to when Harry noticed the light spilling into the room, to Harry walking around the room reading the names of the plaques.
Draco had followed Harry quietly. If this was a joke, it was a hell of a sick one. Draco watched as Harry slowly left the room and walked along the hall. Even with such an ugly sheet around him Draco couldn't help but find the Griffindor the image of pure innocence and angelic grace.
Draco had to do something when he noticed that Harry was about to enter the room where all the Death Eater's met for their meetings or just lounged around after a completed mission.
Draco held onto Harry as tight as he could. He had also slipped the invisibility cloak around Harry's body as well. If he let go of Harry, he would definitely start screaming and the Death Eaters would come out and perhaps even Voldemort if he found it important enough and they would definitely be spotted. Draco looked around then he found it. That room had a fireplace in it and he dragged Harry into the room slowly. Harry was still trying to fight whatever was happening to him.
When Draco had opened the door slightly and confirmed that no one else was within the room he pulled Harry in with him.
Draco went over to where the floo powder was and took some. Put a handful into Harry's hand and whispered, "68 Shiminister" As he pushed Harry into the flames. After a quick second Harry was gone and Draco took out his wand and apparated into the house of 68 Shiminister.
Harry fell onto the floor of his living room once more. He looked around him and no one was there. He dusted off the ashes that were all over his body once more. What kind of De ja vu is this?
Harry heard a loud pop but saw no one. Suddenly Draco appeared before him as Draco took off the invisibility cloak that he was wearing.
Harry just stood there staring at Draco and Draco just stood there staring at Harry. Harry's jaw had dropped and Draco just held a surprised dazed look.
Just then a voice could be heard from the distance, "Draco, do you have the body?-" Asked Sirius as he was quickly making his way down the stairs and had suddenly stopped as he spotted Harry standing up on his own with his mouth open looking at Draco.
None of them said anything. Sirius was looking back and forth between Draco and Harry. Draco was looking at Harry and Harry was looking at Draco.
"It was you!" Said Harry breaking the silence between them.
Sirius gasped and ran as fast as his strong legs could take him and knocked over Harry. Sirius was on top of Harry and was holding his godson as tight as he could.
Harry looked at who had knocked him over and saw his godfather with his eyes closed with a silent tear slipping down his cheek.
"I never thought I'd see you cry Sirius."
"Shut up Harry!" Said Sirius as he was still holding Harry.
Draco's shocked stare turned into a smile.
Draco made his way over to the two and pulled them both up since he could not separate Sirius from Harry. Sirius had Harry in a death grip around his arms.
"Sirius, I would really appreciate it if I could have a go at my Harry."
Sirius smiled and released Harry from him most reluctantly.
Harry turned to Draco but didn't dare touch him. Draco looked at Harry and smiled again. With that he jumped at Harry and took hold of his beautiful griffindor. Voldemort even left the necklace around Harry's neck. Voldemort wouldn't have had any use for it anyway. It symbolized love, something Voldemort would never understand.
Draco cried as he held Harry, Harry hardly noticed as he started crying as well. The two boys were shaking uncontrollably.
"I thought I'd lost you you stupid stupid Griffindor." Whispered Draco in a very muffled voice trying to sound as harsh as he possibly could.
"I thought I'd lost you as well." Whispered Harry
They held on to one another for a long time. It didn't matter that both their legs were tired as hell, it didn't matter. As long as they could keep holding one another then it was going to be alright. They didn't care.
Draco walked around the room and shivered. He hated it here, full of murdered human's weather they were good or bad, evil or not, muggle or magic. As long as the Death Eaters or Voldemort had killed and tortured them personally their bodies lay in this room. Sometimes if Voldemort found the victim important enough he would order his Death Eaters to find out the names of the victims as well. It was Voldemort's secret obsession to bury those he tortured. Draco shook his head at how idiotic the idea was.
Finally Draco spotted the coffin with a plaque labeled "Here lies Harry James Potter." His heart pained to see it. There, in that box was his lover. He had told the Order that he would return with Harry's body himself and no one argued with him in fear that he might kill one of them if they went against his will.
Draco walked over to the coffin and was about to open it when it moved. Draco gasped and jumped backward. The lid of the coffin had moved. Draco looked at his hands. He hadn't touched it. He hadn't touched the coffin. Was someone playing a trick on him? But no one would know he was there. Draco had taken Harry's invisibility cloak with him.
Draco didn't move, he just starred at the coffin of his lover. Then it moved again and this time it opened completely. Harry was lying there with his eyes open and his arms stretched out in front of him having just pushed the coffin lid open. Draco's heart skipped again. It had started beating again and Draco hadn't noticed.
Draco had watched everything, from when Harry tried to step onto the ground, to when Harry noticed the light spilling into the room, to Harry walking around the room reading the names of the plaques.
Draco had followed Harry quietly. If this was a joke, it was a hell of a sick one. Draco watched as Harry slowly left the room and walked along the hall. Even with such an ugly sheet around him Draco couldn't help but find the Griffindor the image of pure innocence and angelic grace.
Draco had to do something when he noticed that Harry was about to enter the room where all the Death Eater's met for their meetings or just lounged around after a completed mission.
Draco held onto Harry as tight as he could. He had also slipped the invisibility cloak around Harry's body as well. If he let go of Harry, he would definitely start screaming and the Death Eaters would come out and perhaps even Voldemort if he found it important enough and they would definitely be spotted. Draco looked around then he found it. That room had a fireplace in it and he dragged Harry into the room slowly. Harry was still trying to fight whatever was happening to him.
When Draco had opened the door slightly and confirmed that no one else was within the room he pulled Harry in with him.
Draco went over to where the floo powder was and took some. Put a handful into Harry's hand and whispered, "68 Shiminister" As he pushed Harry into the flames. After a quick second Harry was gone and Draco took out his wand and apparated into the house of 68 Shiminister.
Harry fell onto the floor of his living room once more. He looked around him and no one was there. He dusted off the ashes that were all over his body once more. What kind of De ja vu is this?
Harry heard a loud pop but saw no one. Suddenly Draco appeared before him as Draco took off the invisibility cloak that he was wearing.
Harry just stood there staring at Draco and Draco just stood there staring at Harry. Harry's jaw had dropped and Draco just held a surprised dazed look.
Just then a voice could be heard from the distance, "Draco, do you have the body?-" Asked Sirius as he was quickly making his way down the stairs and had suddenly stopped as he spotted Harry standing up on his own with his mouth open looking at Draco.
None of them said anything. Sirius was looking back and forth between Draco and Harry. Draco was looking at Harry and Harry was looking at Draco.
"It was you!" Said Harry breaking the silence between them.
Sirius gasped and ran as fast as his strong legs could take him and knocked over Harry. Sirius was on top of Harry and was holding his godson as tight as he could.
Harry looked at who had knocked him over and saw his godfather with his eyes closed with a silent tear slipping down his cheek.
"I never thought I'd see you cry Sirius."
"Shut up Harry!" Said Sirius as he was still holding Harry.
Draco's shocked stare turned into a smile.
Draco made his way over to the two and pulled them both up since he could not separate Sirius from Harry. Sirius had Harry in a death grip around his arms.
"Sirius, I would really appreciate it if I could have a go at my Harry."
Sirius smiled and released Harry from him most reluctantly.
Harry turned to Draco but didn't dare touch him. Draco looked at Harry and smiled again. With that he jumped at Harry and took hold of his beautiful griffindor. Voldemort even left the necklace around Harry's neck. Voldemort wouldn't have had any use for it anyway. It symbolized love, something Voldemort would never understand.
Draco cried as he held Harry, Harry hardly noticed as he started crying as well. The two boys were shaking uncontrollably.
"I thought I'd lost you you stupid stupid Griffindor." Whispered Draco in a very muffled voice trying to sound as harsh as he possibly could.
"I thought I'd lost you as well." Whispered Harry
They held on to one another for a long time. It didn't matter that both their legs were tired as hell, it didn't matter. As long as they could keep holding one another then it was going to be alright. They didn't care.