Harry stood facing his rival, unarmed and stark naked. There could be no more an awkward moment as that, Harry knew, but he was too helpless to want to change the situation. One wrong move, and there goes all the hope in the world for defeating this evil. But do I even know what to do?

"Well, well… what an accomplishment, my dear Draco." Voldemort extended a bony finger and stroked Malfoy's cheek. "Although I must say in a most unglamorous manner indeed. But, no matter…"

"You… you tricked me?" Harry cried out in disbelief. It had been too good to be true. Leopards never change their spots. "All this time, you were just fishing for my pity – stalling me until Voldemort came?"

"No, Harry, it's really not that way." Malfoy stared up at Harry with a pleading look. "Really, believe me… AARGH!"

Voldemort's utterance of the word 'crucio' rang out in the cold room. Harry watched horrifically as Malfoy curled up and rolled on the floor, crying out in pain. Why… why do I care so much?

"Stop… STOP IT!" Harry rushed forward and pushed Voldemort with all his might, trying desperately to grasp either one of the wands he was holding. Startled, the spell let up and Voldemort thrust Harry backwards with great force. Landing on the blankets with a thud, Harry backed away towards Malfoy. There's no escape now.

"You fool, Potter. To think that you would care for… your enemy? Ah, no wonder it is fated that you die tonight." Voldemort let out a laugh so evil it sent chills down Harry's spine. "I'll make this quick now. There's no need for an extravagant death for you, Harry Potter."

Harry flinched at the sound of the words. Mother, father, have I failed you? Were your deaths for nothing? Is Voldemort about to defeat me in this shameful state I am in? Oh, forgive me for my helplessness…

"Avada…"

Forgive me, Sirius, for failing in this task I am assigned to. Forgive me, Cedric, for not bringing justice to this evil being who caused your death. Forgive me, world, for failing you all. I am Harry Potter, but even I am not powerful enough to bring this realm of evil to a close…

"…kedavra…"

Goodbye, world. Hello, mother and father. It's a pity I have to come and see you so soon.

The blinding green light flashed before his eyes, and soon he felt a sensation of numbness from all around. Is this what death feels like? His eyes remained open with wonder, allowing him to notice the presence of someone in front of him. Someone in his path, taking the full blow of the curse meant for him.

"NO! MALFOY!"

The green light was intensified as Harry clutched Malfoy, holding him tightly so as to not lose him. The room was bursting with power, and with a loud explosion that nearly tore Harry's eardrums, darkness fell like a black veil. Malfoy's body went limp and he crumpled to the floor.

"MALFOY!" Harry could not prevent his tears of anguish as he bent down beside Malfoy's body. Malfoy's face was even paler than usual, but what Harry noticed was a scar that had formed right in the middle of Malfoy's chest. Wait, why did he get a scar? If he had sacrificed himself for me, I would be the one with…

"Harry?" Malfoy whispered weakly, trying hard to keep his eyes open. Harry lifted Malfoy's head onto his bare lap and pushed Malfoy's blond locks out of his face. "Harry… Harry… Are you okay?"

"Don't speak, Malfoy," Harry mumbled, stroking Malfoy's hair as if in a trance. "Does it hurt, Malfoy?"

"If you're alright, then it doesn't hurt." Malfoy closed his eyes and let a silvery tear stream down his cheek. His breathing was laboured, creating an air vapour blanket around the space they were in.

"I have to get you to the hospital wing, Malfoy." Harry began to dress Malfoy, carefully fitting on his dark robes. "I don't know what to say, Malfoy. I… I…"

"My mother."

"Your mother?" Harry gazed at Malfoy's glistening eyes.

"My… my mother. She loves me."

To Harry, Malfoy was not making any sense at all. He held Malfoy close, as if to want to give him all the warmth he could give.

"I think I understand, Harry."

"Hush, Malfoy. What are you saying?"

Malfoy opened his eyes and slowly sat up. His fingers trembled as he pulled himself close to Harry.

"Listen, Harry. Trelawney may have been the one to create the prophecy, but nobody said anything about it being complete."

"There's more? How do you know this, Malfoy?"

"Only a year ago did Trelawney realize there was something she missed. The final line. By the blood of the foe, and the love of the enemy… the quest comes to an end."

"Then the foe is… your mother? And the love?" Harry muttered confusedly. He wrapped a strong arm around Malfoy's shivering body.

"Yes, my mother's blood has been taken," Malfoy said with a sigh. "And the love… the love is mine."

"So, now what do we have to do?"

"Make love to me, Harry. Make love to me, and Lord Voldemort shall perish."

In the pale moonlight, Harry and Malfoy brought fantasy to life.