Harry gently kneeled beside the older man, stroking his hair while shaking slightly from the harsh wind. He was mentally and physically scarred from the battle which had just ended; nothing is more jarring than seeing bodies littered across the fields, blood shed everywhere. The sky had grown darker and more gray with every passing minute, as the weather conditions became worse.
"Harry, what -," the Slytherin began to speak, but soon was cut off.
"Love, don't speak." Harry let his fingers move down to his lovers cheek, caressing it softly while a poignant smile played across his face. It was heartbreaking to see the one he loved slowly dying, but Harry couldn't bear to leave his side even for a moment. They watched each other silently, ones eyes filled with hope, and the other with sad realization. Harry still thought he could be saved, he still thought there was a chance…
"Don't weep, child. Don't ever let anyone see you shed tears… it'll show your weaknesses, and that is the only way someone can destroy you." Harry sighed and nodded in reply to the statement, angrily wiping his tears off of his flushed cheeks.
"I love you," the raven haired 16 year old whispered, as he brought himself down closer. He placed his lips lightly on his lovers, and the kiss was weakly returned.
"I know, Harry. And I love you… but don't get used to hearing those words," he smirked, and Harry chuckled despite the situation. Harry had grown used to the fact his boyfriend rarely showed affection, but to hear those words crushed his heart – when they should make him happy.
"Lucius, I can't… I can't stand to see you this way…" Harry choked back a sob, remembering his words. Lucius gave a weak, sad smile and struggled to bring himself into a sitting position. He rested his head on the younger boys shoulder, and sighed. After a few moments of silence, Harry gently pushed Lucius back to look in his face, but found his lovers eyes closed, no facial expression. Rage began to course through his veins as he raised himself off of the ground. With malice in his eyes, he knew what had to be done.
He had to kill them. Kill them all… everyone would pay dearly for this loss.
'And they were terrified of Voldemort,' Harry thought to himself in dark amusement.