Harry was still thinking about Draco as the carriage pulled into Hogsmeade. He sighed, wishing for what felt like the millionth time that he was just a normal guy. 'But then I wouldn't have met Draco..' Next to him, Dumbledore stood, and Harry followed him as he stepped out of the carriage. They walked into the woods a little ways, to the place where Draco would meet them.

A few moments later, Draco appeared holding the port key, which was a green book. Despite the circumstances, they both smiled at each other. "It's keyed to activate in 5 minutes," he announced to everyone gathered around. Some people nodded, while others just glanced around warily. Harry knew only a few of the present Aurors, and Draco knew less. Dumbledore started talking to everyone, and Harry tuned him out as Draco stepped over to him. "Hey," he whispered, with a wry smile.

"Have you been listening to this all day?" Draco asked with a smirk, indicating Dumbledore. Harry nodded, suddenly unable to speak because of all the emotions struggling within him. How was it possible to love someone this much? And no one less than the person he'd once considered an enemy? "Hey, it's okay. You're gonna defeat Voldemort, and we'll all live happily ever after. Isn't that how it goes?" Draco tried to make Harry feel better.

"Yeah. That's the plan." Suddenly, Dumbledore broke into their conversation.

"Get ready everyone. Join hands." Everyone complied, and Harry found himself grasping Draco's hand on his right, and Dumbledore's on his left. Seconds before the port key was activated, Harry wrenched his hand from Draco's and flung him backwards onto the ground, grabbing the book before it fell. He felt a tug at his naval, as he saw Draco's disbelieving face swirl into unfamiliar surroundings.

It happened just as they'd planned. The Aurors were ready, and they formed a protective circle around Harry, stunning several Death Eaters before they had a chance to react. Voldemort looked furious as he realized what had happened. Harry repeated the spell in his mind, forcing himself to concentrate. He raised his wand and prepared to end this, once and for all. Voldemort had his wand drawn also. Everyone else was busy with the death eaters.

"So, boy, you think you have what it takes to kill me?" Voldemort hissed.

Harry didn't bother to reply, and chose instead to shout the spell. "Aeternus Damno Perditio!" A pure white light shot out of his wand and hit Voldemort squarely in the chest, sending him flying. Around Harry, the fighting ceased as everyone on both sides watched.

Harry was horrified to see Voldemort stand up, grinning evilly. He didn't notice, but the fighting resumed. Voldemort walked up to him, raised his wand and said, "Crucio!" Harry felt more pain than he'd thought possible. He couldn't help but let out a gasp, the remnants of a choked off scream. It stopped, and he lay there, panting.

"And they said you would be my downfall," Voldemort spoke to him. Harry gathered up his remaining strength, and grasped his wand, pointing it at Voldemort. His mind was whirling desperately, trying to figure out a way to kill him.

As Voldemort uttered the killing curse, Harry shouted," Ignis Perfringo!" The two spells met, and exploded, sending both Harry and Voldemort flying. Harry landed with a thud, and a sharp pain in his left arm let him know that it was broken. He took a moment to observe his surroundings. Both Aurors and Death Eaters littered the ground. A few still fought, including Dumbledore and Moody.

Harry saw Voldemort getting to his feet about ten meters away. He forced himself to ignore the pain in his arm and staggered to his own feet. He searched frantically for his wand, but he couldn't find it. Voldemort still came closer, however, and Harry was tired of running. He grabbed a wand off of a dead Death Eater, and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Ready to die, Potter?" Voldemort sneered. He raised his wand quickly and uttered a spell before Harry could have hoped to defend himself. "Avada Kedavra!" A green light rushed over Harry, and he felt strange. He saw his whole life before him, from the Dursley's to Hogwarts to Ron and Hermione to Draco… and the world went black.

Dumbledore heard the evil manic laughter coming from Voldemort, and he turned to see Harry lying motionless on the ground before him. The Death Eater he'd been dueling took advantage of this, and stunned him. He fell onto the ground, tears in his eyes. They'd failed.

(Meanwhile)

Draco sat bewildered in the forest, waiting for Harry to come back. 'Why did he push me out of the way?' he wondered. He pounded the ground with his fist in anger. After several hours had passed, and night had fallen, he began to worry even more intensely. But Harry had to win, he had to. He refused to give up, and stayed in the same spot until dawn.

'Harry wouldn't just leave me here if we won, he wouldn't have forgotten me, so please God, just let him be okay…' he thought, panicked and sick with foreboding. Finally, and reluctantly, he decided to head back to Hogwarts. Hogsmeade was uncharacteristically silent, but he figured it was just too early.

Unbelievable carnage greeted him as he walked through the gates of Hogwarts. Dead students, teachers, and a few Death Eaters were scattered all over the grounds. He dropped to his knees and threw up. All over the castle it was the same. The stench of death hung over everything, and the only thing that moved besides Draco was the wind.

Draco didn't want to acknowledge what this meant; that Harry was dead; they'd failed; and now the wizarding world was doomed. Draco suddenly felt the Dark Mark burning on his arm. Voldemort was calling him. He gave himself a moment control himself, his godfather's teachings in occlumency paying off. His carefully composed face let no emotion through. Then he walked off the grounds and apparated.

Voldemort was in front of him, the remaining Death Eaters in a loose circle around him. "You were most helpful, Draco." "They overpowered me, my lord," he began, but was cut off by a "Crucio!" The pain was a relief in a way. He deserved it. He'd sent Harry to his death, and now he would join him That's all he wanted. Just as suddenly as the pain had started, it stopped, and he slowly picked himself up.

"That was a warning," Voldemort told him. "Fortunately, through your failure, I've done what I could not these last years. Potter is dead." Everything inside him wanted to kill the evil thing in front of him, but he remained impassive. Voldemort eyed him, before dismissing him. "You've done your part for today." Draco walked out of the circle, seeing his parent's faces in the sea of black robes, and apparated into the Forbidden Forest.

He walked to the castle, apathetically, for if he let himself feel, he knew he'd breakdown and die of grief. He made it to his library, before he collapsed, crying. "You told me you'd be back. I loved you and you died!" He yelled, through gasps and sobs. He split open his knuckles, hitting at the floor, and anything he could reach. He was helpless, and Harry was dead, and there was nothing that could make it right. After awhile, he ran out of steam, and just lay breathing on the floor. He got up, and sat on the couch, pulling out a box from underneath it.

He sighed as he pushed the needle tip into his vein. In less than a minute he felt the numbing effects of the heroin. Before he could change his mind, he shot up again. He felt so tired… He went to sleep with a smile on his face, thinking about Harry, and he never woke up.

A/N: I've always wondered why more stories didn't have evil triumphing. This is the angstier ending, and I think it fits perfectly. Sometime soon I'll post the alternate one, which isn't as dark. Let me know what you thought.