A/N: Ok, so I'm having a lot of issues ending this so here's a short chapter to tide you over. Much love and apologies for the hiatus. Please read, review and enjoy.

It was finally here. The day that two fates would intertwine and one would continue while the other was extinguished. The battle was already raging. Outside of Ollivander's, the carnage was terrific. There was no way to tell who was winning by the bodies. Everywhere one looked there were fallen Death Eaters. There were civilians, there were students, there were members of the Order and there were even some magical creatures that had joined in the fight. Dumbledore had done his best to keep the students inside of Hogwarts, but in the end, only the younger years had been confined to the castle. There were students in their fourth year fighting against seasoned Death Eaters. Amazingly, they were putting up a good fight. Most of the younger students had gathered in groups to attack one of the dark robed figures at a time. They had been warned about battle for the past years and while they didn't know the strongest curses, they had numbers and heart. The scene was utter chaos with Professors running around trying to protect their students and themselves. The sounds of the battle were horrendous. There were screams and strange cries. There was sobbing and underneath everything was the low rumble of a million spells being said at once.

However, more chilling that any other sound was the silence inside of Ollivander's because inside that silence Voldemort and Harry Potter faced each other. The wards surrounding that building were immense and no one could break through. It had come down to these two symbols of an entire war. And in the back of everyone's minds was only one thought: How much longer until we know?

Harry's friends were unbeatable it seemed. The pairs were much stronger than anyone they had encountered. However, one person was left without his partner and that person was Draco, but he had known that would be the case. No matter what he said, Harry had refused to let him enter Ollivander's. His anxiety was immeasurable as he feared for his bonded's life. The only thing saving him was that he could feel Harry's presence. He knew that at this moment Harry was still alive. Draco pushed aside these thoughts and turned his attention to the battle field. He dashed into action, a flurry of blonde hair and black robes saving anyone he could. His first thought was for any of the students. He aided any he came across. He was racing toward another group when a hand caught his robe.

"Please, Draco, help me."

Draco looked down to find that Vincent Crabbe was lying on the ground at his feet with a large wooden stake piercing his side. Draco dropped to his knees. Crabbe had been his childhood friend, no matter what had transpired since then. In his clumsy way, he had protected Draco, until the exile.

"Draco, please, I didn't want it to be this way. I couldn't disobey my father. Please, help me."

Draco looked down at the boy. Any anger he had once felt for him disappearing.

"I'm so sorry, Crabbe. I wish I could have helped you before."

Draco waved a hand over Crabbe's eyes and they closed. Draco could help him no more than a deep sleep, a deep sleep that would become an eternal sleep once Crabbe's body gave up.

"Goodnight, my friend."

Draco stood up reluctantly. He took one last look at Crabbe's sleeping form and walked away slowly, back into the fray of war.

While Draco was walking away from Crabbe, Severus Snape was dealing with his own problems. He was locked in a fierce duel with an anonymous death eater. It seemed that no matter what he did, the other could counter it. He was gaining no headway, in fact, he was losing his strength quickly. In the split second that he wiped a drop of sweat out of his eyes, he was lost. His shield was destroyed by a curse and before he could summon the magic to replace it, another curse struck him in the chest. He fell to the ground, his final sight being that of a blonde haired young man.

That man was Draco. He quickly reached out to Severus and closed his eyes. Not knowing what curse had been fired at the potions master, he sent his magic into the other man's body, searching for the chance of restoring any health. He could feel a steady pulse and so he sent a pure jolt of magic into Severus. Instantly, the potions master's eyes opened, but Draco was unable to let go. Severus's weakened body was pulling more of his magic in, needing more to sustain life. Several seconds rushed by and finally, the connection was severed. Draco collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

"Stupid boy! How could you do something that idiotic? You're lucky you aren't dead."

Draco didn't answer, his face whitening considerably.

"Draco, are you ok?"

The blonde swallowed and rubbed a tired hand over his face.

"I don't know."

All anger left Severus's face as he crawled over to Draco.

"Calm down, Sev. I'll be fine. I just over extended myself a little."

"Come on, we've got to get out of here. Neither one of us is fit for any more of this."

"I can't apparate. I have to stay for Harry."

"No, you don't have to stay. Harry and you are bonded. You'll be able to communicate if necessary."

"What if he needs my help?"

"You can't help him. Come on."

Not giving Draco a chance to respond, Severus grabbed a hold of him and double apparated them away from the battle and directly into the Hogwart's infirmary.

"The wards are down."

"What?"

"The wards must be down. Whoever was carrying them is now unable to."

A thin white line appeared around Severus's lips.

"Come on, we may be able to help here."

Draco stood, shakily.

"How?"

"We can help take care of those who have been injured."

"I can't, Severus, I have to conserve my magic. Harry may need it."

"I didn't mean use magic, just go give out potions or something. You know how to dose people with them. You can wrap wounds, anything that will help. Now go, I'll see you when this is all over if not before."

"Ok."

Before they were out hearing distance, Severus turned and called back to Draco.

"Thank you."

Draco raised one hand tiredly and nodded. Then the two men parted.