The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair
Disclaimer: JK own them.
Author's Note: Well… read it up. A few more chapters and its over. Promise.
HARRY & DRACO
Harry was writing letters on main study of Grimmuald's Place. Sirius' study, his recently redecorated study. The older man had redecorated the whole house after getting rid of the paintings. Every room was lighter, every room was made to be lived in, to be enjoyed. Each of them held a promise. As Sirius eyes had held before the war. He looked so happy it made Harry want to cry, but he had already done a lot of that this week.
They had lost so many…
Harry let out a deep hopeless sigh.
Draco, who had been laid on the study's sofa, just enjoying Harry's company lost in his own thoughts, went to the back of the other man's chair and put both hands on Harry's shoulders. The later was glad for that.
"You shouldn't worry so much. There is nothing none of us can do."
" I know, Dra. But I can't help it. It took them so long to finally see each other, and… End up like this?" He spit the last word. "It's so bloody unfair!" Harry said turning angry eyes to Draco. His voice so sad and the situation so utterly real it broke Draco's heart. If the Lestrange bitch was alive, he would peel the flesh off her bones.
"Harry…" Draco started kneeling in front of Harry. He wasn't sure he dared say it out loud. It was hard enough to have such a thought cross his mind, but he tried anyway. "if…" He swallowed hard on it. "if it had been you…" his voice broke and he fought hard for control.
Harry knew what he meant before Draco finished, he fell to his knees also and hugged the blond as close as it was physically possible. "Shhhhh!" Harry murmured. "Don't say it. It didn't happen. Don't say it."
Their embrace was desperate, bone-crushing. They clanged to each other with white knuckled fists. How scary was it to think about it. To think about losing one another, almost too much to bear.
Sirius and Severus had experienced it TWICE.