Draco hadn't intended on going off on his own. He'd intended to stomp away and leave Potter for a moment. When he realized Potter wasn't following like he should have been, Draco stopped and waited. And waited. And waited. And Potter never came and this annoyed him more than anything. He really did hate Potter. This was getting ridiculous. First he kissed Draco, then he got all huffy about it and ignored Draco altogether and then he disappears. If there was one thing Draco did not feel for Harry, it was any sort of attachment. He didn't like Potter, he certainly never would love Potter, and he thought Potter ought to know.

But he could have at least followed Draco when he left.

Moodily, Draco sat on a rock. He didn't fret over Potter's safety, because it always him that was getting into trouble. Potter had yet to get dangled from tree's precariously or shot at or any of those things. Sure, he'd been tied to a pole, but so had Draco, so that didn't count. And in the end it was Potter's friends that had saved them from a watery doom. Plus he had that stupid demon dog that had started this whole fiasco with him, and Anubis would protect Harry to the end, he was sure. That dog was loyal like nothing Draco had ever seen. He couldn't understand it at all.

After at least a half hour of sitting on his rock and waiting for Potter to turn up, Draco began to get anxious. Not for Potter's safety, oh no, but for that fact that he might have been left alone in the jungle. Didn't Potter know that the jungle was hazardous to Draco's health? Draco glanced at the underbrush. He knew it was just lying in wait until he made the right move and then it would eat him. Everything wanted to eat him, even the people. He couldn't blame them, really, because he was delicious looking, but eating him was certainly out of the question.

Then something began to rustle. Draco started and stood up, glancing around before grabbed a stick. He wouldn't be caught off guard this time. He pulled out his wand. He had a primitive weapon that was sure to work, and his wand that might probably work more effectively. But, of course, the rustling was nothing more than an overgrown dog with scales.

"What are you doing here?" Draco snapped, glaring at the dog. "Shouldn't you be with Potter? He's your best pal, isn't he?" he sneered, feeling very compelled to kick something. Anubis sat and watched him as though he were the most fascinating thing in the world. "Stop that," Draco said, tossing the stick and putting his wand back up his sleeve. When Anubis didn't, Draco scowled fiercely at him as though this would get rid of him. It didn't.

"Fine," Draco said stubbornly. "If you insist on being with me, and not with him, which personally I think is the better choice anyway, go find something to eat. I feel like I haven't eaten in days," he added, sitting back down on the rock. He failed to realize that he hadn't eaten in days. It was amazing he was still standing, really, but this island did seem to have some weird effect on everything in it. "Go on! Shoo!"

Anubis snorted and his tongue lolled out of his mouth before he trotted away. Draco was left alone again and it was getting darker in the forest. Where had Potter gotten to, anyway? Draco doubted he could spend a night alone in the forest by himself. Of course, under normal circumstances he could, but this island seemed intent on killing him. He folded his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently.

It was useless to wait around for Potter, so Draco stood and began walking in the direction the dog had gone. Maybe he'd found Potter. Maybe if Draco followed Anubis, he'd find the sodding Boy Who Lived. He stopped when he heard a noise. It was the typical branches breaking of an animal crashing through the bushes but there was something else. Something being dragged and occasionally there was a thump as though something had just been dragged over a log.

Draco swallowed.

Or someone.

Maybe something had gotten to Potter. Draco's stomach plummeted. This wasn't good. This was Potter's island, not his. He'd sent them here. Or maybe it was just Anubis. Yes, that was it. Anubis had caught something and he was dragging it back to Draco. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was getting in a tizzy over nothing. It was this stupid dank forest, is what it was. But there was still that lingering fear. What had happened to Potter? Where had he gone?

Suddenly the sound grew closer and eventually the scaly beast emerged. Draco smirked triumphantly. Only he could have been spot on about something like that. Anubis had caught something and he was simply bringing it back to Draco.

"Good boy," Draco said in a slightly more cheerful tone than he'd used before. He patted the beast awkwardly on the back before moving to see what it was that the dragon halfbreed had brought him.

He really wished he hadn't.

"Oh my god," he said quickly, horrorstruck and unable to move. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" This was all he could say for a good few minutes. Anubis whimpered and lay down, placing his head on his paws and looking up at Draco sadly. Draco was inclined to kick him.

"But – but…" he stuttered before falling to his knees. "How did – what –"

Not a single coherent thought or sentence entered Draco's mind. It was just a jumbled mess of what had happened and why had it happened to Harry and all the could-be answers. Biting his lip to keep the sting in his eyes at bay, he reached forward and picked a piece of splintered glass out of a cut on Harry's face. His glasses were gone, lost somewhere along the way. His clothes were tattered and unbearably bloody and his eyes were open wide and blank.

Harry was dead.

Draco swallowed thickly, panic rising. "This is my fault, I know it is," he said, his voice tight. "I just left him and I didn't bother to look and oh god, I wished he was dead and now he is. This is my fault." His body was wracked with dry sobs, and the only sound was his harsh, unsteady breathing.

"This can't be happening, he can't leave me alone here," he said to himself, taking Harry's cold and bloody hand in his own. It was obvious what had killed Harry – there was a gaping hole in his chest that Draco refused to look at. His arms were bruised as though he'd struggled against something. When Draco looked into Harry's once bright green eyes, now dull and lifeless, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Tears began to trickle down his face unnoticed.

"I didn't mean it, you know," he said quietly, as though Harry could still hear him. He choked. "I – I didn't really want you to die. And – and not because Fleur and Bill will leave me here if your not there to tell them otherwise. Oh god, they really will, won't they? I'll be stuck forever and I won't even have your company. And I enjoy your company, you know, even if you can be really annoying sometimes, especially when you care about something so much that I can't understand it at all. It doesn't make sense.

"And – and, well, you were taking advantage of me, really, because I could hardly move but I really didn't mind and it was so confusing and why the fuck did you do it? Why did you get yourself killed on me?" Draco put his face in his hands, unable to look at Harry's body any longer. He pulled off his robes and covered Harry in them.

He had to get out of this forest, but he couldn't leave Harry there to be eaten by wild animals or something. Breathing deeply and trying to rid himself of his stupid tears and stupid thoughts, Draco decided he could carry Harry out. He cast a lightening charm on Harry's body and grimly lifted it into his arms. He grimaced when his hand was covered in Harry's sticky blood, and he began to walk.

Harry had carried Draco when he'd been hurt, it was his turn to carry Harry, even if Harry wasn't there anymore.

Just when Draco thought he couldn't walk any longer, something emerged from the bushes and Anubis began to growl.

"Oh. Hello, Draco. What's that you have there?"