This was the second time Harry had used that spell on Malfoy. It had been the first thing that came to his mind. The war was almost over. Voldemort was dead and Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do now. His purpose had been fulfilled. Where do you go from killing the most powerful dark lord in a century? Go marry Ginny and continue the Potter line? So he had dedicated himself to rounding up the rest of the Death Eaters, at least it kept him busy. And Draco—Draco Malfoy, his rival, in his school years anyways, and one of those Death Eaters, now lie before him. Dying.
Draco had collapsed gasping to the ground as blood poured from the wound in his chest. Harry ran to him a thousand thoughts assaulting him. He never meant for him to die this way. Maybe he deserved it after all the things he had done but….
"Oh God. Oh God."
Harry dragged Draco to him, holding him.
"What have I done?" All he had needed to say was Pertificus Totalus or some other spell. Even Avada Kedavra would have been better than this. Even though Draco had, however inadvertently, saved him. He couldn't forgive him for ….
He looked at Draco, he was just lying there, bleeding to death. And Harry couldn't do anything. He wouldn't. Then through all of Harry's guilt and tears a thought rushed.
He looks like an angel. A fallen angel.
Pale as the winter moon. Stormy silver eyes staring into nothingness. Warm crimson blood contrasting darkly with cold ashen skin. Like a blood red sunrise in a grey sky.
What brought this angel down from the heavens? What caused his fall? Was he like Lucifer, in all his beauty, defying God?
Harry half expected the boy in his arms to sprout wings that would carry him to heavens. That was where this fragile beauty belonged. He was never meant for earth.
Draco shuddered and shivered in his hold. Trembling from the pain.
Tears fell from Harry's eyes. And he leaned over the dying boy and brushed his lips against Draco's pale lips.
"Goodbye Draco" There was no malice. It was just plain and simple truth, fact. Draco 's eyes fluttered once.
And Draco died. In the arms of his greatest enemy knowing that he, Draco Malfoy, was truly and utterly…lost.
Harry held onto the limp body. And he knew that Draco-no the angel that come to earth for just a little while as Draco- had gone to his place in the heavens.
Seated on cloud, in the masses around the throne of God. A little grey angel cried a single tear.
Harry wiped the bit of rain from his cheek. For he would never know that it had been Draco, not his friends or even Dumbledore, Draco had been his guardian angel.