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BROKEN VOW

Chapter Two

As he lay in the infirmary, Draco thought over the night his Love had died. The night that Harry had transferred all of his awesome power to him. It was a night he had cursed and loved for the last eight months of this miserable hell of a life he was barely existing in.

Harry had been fatally wounded on a mission that he should not have been on in the first place. They had barely gotten him out alive. It had been Draco's own father that had cast the curse that eventually killed his son's soul mate. Lucius Malfoy had cast the curse knowing full well that as he did he was also killing his own son. The Wizard world had taken that news with no small amount of shock.

Draco had been eating dinner when Harry was attacked. That was the first anyone, other than the teachers and their closest friends, knew of the bonding between the two young men. It had come as quite a shock to see the normally composed and cold Malfoy jump up and shout out in a voice chocked with terror the name of "Harry".

He remembered turning to Greg and whispering "Oh God!" Before he passed out, falling face first onto the Slytherin table. He woke up hours later in the infirmary to see red eyes and tears on everyone's faces.

"No!" He pleaded but the sad faces did not change. He struggled out of bed, pushing away the hands that had reached out to help him, and followed the pull towards a small door off to the side of the infirmary.

He remembered the fear that door handle had held for him. He didn't want to touch it. Maybe...maybe if he didn't open the door then Harry would still be alive. An old and shaking hand reached around him and opened the door. He turned and met the sad eyes of the Headmaster and without speaking he turned and walked into the room that held his dying soul mate.

He was lying so still on the bed. There were still potions bottles and other medicine paraphernalia strewn about. Madam Pomfrey had cleaned him up but his face was still pale and terrifying in its ethereal beauty. He took seconds standing there to drink in the sight of him before he noticed that he was not actually dead yet. Harry was just breathing shallowly and slowly. Draco did not know a lot about healing, that was Neville and Harry's field, but this he did know was not a good sign.

He forced his body to take one step and then another until he approached the bed at a semi reluctant shamble. He felt the tears start to drop from his chin but he did not care. He briefly wondered why he was still alive when it was clear his soul mate was lying there dying but he pushed that horrific thought from his mind. He reached the side of the bed and his eyes feasted hungrily on the pale faced boy lying there.

His heart stopped beating, for a moment, in that room, nothing moved. Time stopped and he was caught somewhere between heaven and earth as he stared at the man who had come to mean more than anything in this world to him.

He watched as the seconds got longer between each breath that he took. He cried as Harry slowly died in front of his eyes. His faith in everything broke right then and there and he knew he would have to let him go.

"Go." He whispered to the boy in the bed. "Go my love. I will follow soon."

Draco dropped his head down beside Harry on the bed and let the sobs come. He felt so dead, so cold, so nothing.

"I broke my vow to you. I am so sorry. You gave me your soul. I let you down. I can't keep you here, not with my broken vow. I am so sorry."

"Go my love. I will follow you."

"I love you." He whispered brokenly one last time. He could hold nothing in any longer and the sounds of his grief filtered into the other room bringing fresh tears to every eye there. He was so caught up in his grief that it was moments before the soft voice broke through.

"Draco...please." Harry's soft voice finally broke through his sobs. Draco's cry of joy brought everyone running into the room.

They all stopped in shock as they saw a miracle before their eyes, someone that was suppose to be dead, alive.

"Harry!" Draco breathed in amazement.

"Hi love." Harry whispered with tears falling from his eyes and a sad smile on his lips.

"Oh Harry!" He breathed as he reached up to run his hand over his cheek. He took in the once vibrant green gaze as he did so, a gaze that was pain filled and cloudy, a gaze that seemed far away.

"I..." Harry tried to say something.

"NO Love, don't talk." Draco hushed him lovingly.

Harry's gaze hardened and a determined look came over his face. His gaze slid to Draco's right and with a slight nod to whoever it was he was looking at he gave a small sigh, "Draco.... Albus has to...tell you..." Harry sighed again and closed his eyes briefly a flash of pain crossed his face. "Hurry Albus."

Draco shot an angry look at the Headmaster and snapped, "what!?"

"Draco.... we...Harry needs you to do something for him." Dumbledore said hesitantly and it was obvious he disagreed with Harry's wishes.

"What is it old man?" Draco growled, this nonsense was taking time away from Harry.

"Albus..." Harry said with just a touch of warning in his tone.

"I do not agree Harry. He can not do this, it will kill him."

"I am dead either way Albus you know that, now, what are you two arguing about?" Draco said in a surprisingly calm tone of voice.

"Draco...please." Harry pleaded softly.

Draco turned his attention to his soul mate. "I'm sorry Love. I will listen." He turned and glared at Dumbledore.

"Draco," The Headmaster began with a sigh and a sorry look, "Harry needs you to take his magic."

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