Lying the body down in front of his father was yet another hard factor in Draco's recent life. The man broke into a un-Malfoy-like smile, he knew now he had his son back. He didn't see the emerald eyes watching him, Draco nodded to his father and vacated the study, the young man was now crying, he hated himself. He really did, as he walked up the steps to his bedroom he thought he heard 'I don't blame you dray', but it couldn't have been. But he was so startled he recovered knowing he would have to see the lord soon.
He had hoped Harry would still be alive but his father made sure of that. He sighed and changed before making his way into the dungeons where Harry's body now lay in front of the snake man everyone feared so much, "ah, young Mr. Malfoy, glad you could join us for our celebration of you."
"Thank you my lord." He was interrupted by the familiar voice again, but this time everyone heard it 'I may be dead Tom but you can't still beat me!' there was an echoing laughter but it wasn't Voldemort who was laughing. No-one moved, and the emerald eyes watching continued to laugh even though the person with them had since quietened down.
"Ignore the petty ghost my friends he is sour that he has lost to us!" Voldemort picked it up letting the death eaters cheer. Draco looked grimly at the dark lord. If the voice was really Harry things in the future could prove interesting.
Months passed, news of what had happened to the worlds hero had spread, flickered and the all hope had died, everyone who knew their life and families life and taken refuge in Hogwarts the last safe place in the world. It was amazing the world belonged to Voldemort but its people still belonged to the dead hero. Voldemort made his ritual walk down to Harry's body which had not changed it state though it should have started decaying. When he entered the chamber he was surprised to see it gone, the body had disappeared. He knew the ending was coming though he wished it wouldn't he was enjoying himself too much.
Draco followed the man he spotted in the halls closely, he looked like someone he knew but he couldn't be sure if he was correct. I mean the man was dead right? Wrong. Harry turned to look at Draco with those startling emerald green eyes as if the man had never died. Draco seemed to almost to collapse under the weight of grief, hate and love, his sobs quaked through his body. He quickly quietened when he felt a very fleshy hand lay softly on his shaking shoulder, "please Draco, don't hate yourself for my sake, I knew you would do it and I don't see it as betrayal, it makes it easier to best him. You'll see."
Draco smiled up at the man before him, was hoping he wasn't dreaming, "you're really alive."
Harry chuckled in answer, he was alive indeed, "I don't hate you for stabbing me in the back dray."
Draco winced automatically, he hated himself, though Harry had said don't, he couldn't help himself.
The boys stared longingly across the battlefield at each other, Harry had insisted to save Draco's life he should stay with his father and the dark lord. He'd given orders to keep Draco alive at all costs to those under his command. Coming back to life the eyes of his friends and fans had been difficult in the short amount of time he had been given. They had wanted to celebrate him coming back to them, but he'd firmly put his foot down. They were going to fight now or never, he had said. They had shut up after that.
"Ah Tom, how are? Surprised, bewildered, ready to give up?" Harry knew he'd have to distract the dark lord before he used his magic. The older man growled the boy was being insolent, but of course Harry knew that, he couldn't have it!
"Insolent boy, CRUCIO!" Voldemort screamed anger pooling into his voice. He scoffed as Harry smiled and the attack stopped, but so did everything else, they all stopped to watch the boy that 6 months ago wouldn't have stood a chance, now it seemed dying had boosted the boy so much that the dark lord was the one who seemed out of luck.
"Now you die Tom, I'm sorry, I wish I could have saved you." Without saying a curse Harry looked pointedly at tom and flicked his hand ripping the very soul from Voldemort's body and burning the body to ashes.
Today was the day to end all days and Harry Potter had ended it. He was now the most powerful wizard in existence and as long as he stuck around no other mad man would think about taking revenge out on the world again.
And so it ends my friends, Draco inadvertently saved the world, who knew? Now things would quieten down for a few years now. That is of course until Harry shags Draco into marriage.
Thank you so much. I'm updating every one of my fics, now until I finish them. Then I promise to have them all written out before I write them up, that way I won't get writers block!