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"Harry, wake up." I turned over sleepily and nuzzled into the pillow.

"No…night time now…sleeps time…"

"Harry, it's me, Draco, I need you please wake up!" Draco needed me? My eyes clicked open and I sat up almost colliding with Draco as I did so. He was sitting on our bed, fully dressed. His normally flawlessly milky skin was mottled grey.

"What? What is it? What's happened?"

"Death eaters. Everywhere. Loads of them. Like…twenty death eaters plus supporters and creatures. They're wreaking havoc everywhere." I had dressed and was pulling on some socks even as he finished. My head was spinning with the shock of getting up so fast. If only I wasn't so tired…and scared. Pulling on my shoes (which I had charmed to tie themselves), I turned to Draco. Crossing to him quickly and saying,

"In case this is the last chance I get…I love you." I kissed him very softly, then broke away and ran for the door. I could here him running behind me protesting. I wanted to turn around and kiss him, hide him, hide myself for him…

I heard screaming and bangs coming from the second year's bedroom door. Pushing it open I saw one lying apparently stunned on the floor, another dangling in the air, a wand trained on him. I sent a stunning spell at the death eater, murmuring it as quietly as I could. He whipped around just as it hit him in the chest. Draco ran forward and caught the terrified second year as he fell. I turned to go, but Draco's voice stopped me.

"You're forgetting something." I stopped, turned, faced him.

"Now? Must I?"

"Yes." I stepped towards the death eater, and, summoning all the hatred I could I spoke the two fatal words.

"Avada kadavra!" There was a flash of green light and he lay still, no longer breathing. Shock and horror filled me. I moved to touch the man, o at least roll him over onto his front, but Draco was pulling my arm, pulling me out of the door and away from my second murder victim. My eyes snapped back to him as the death eater moved out of sight. He pulled me down the stairs and straight into the arms of another death eater. The man smirked and pushed his body against Draco's against the wall. Aggression, passion and hate showed in his eyes. Suddenly all sympathy was lost to me. I felt my body tingling as it had once before, saw the world getting smaller around me. Draco shrank away from me as I lashed out poison at the death eater, and then looked around for more game. I saw one lying still on the other side of the room. I sniffed the air. He was dead.

A girl I vaguely recognised came sprinting out of the girls' dorms, screamed then, as Draco reassured her, shouted something about the great hall. Following some instinct I pushed my way towards the window and pushed my body through it and suddenly I was falling through the air. Thinking hard, I tried to flap my wings and suddenly I was flying, flying effortlessly down to the ground floor and in through the open double doors. Men in black cloaks were everywhere. I reared up and breathed, hard straight at three coming right at me. It was nothing I remembered learning, but a column of fire came shooting from my mouth and engulfed the men in fire. From then on I was a daemon, swooping from room to room, poisoning some, toasting others. I was searching, searching for Draco. What if he was hurt, or unprotected? I swooped through all seven floors and down to the dungeons, searching for any hidden room, anywhere he might be. The death eaters seemed to have retreated. Where was Draco? Changing back to my human form for speed I sprinted along the corridor I was on, forced my way through the portrait hole and up to my dorm. Puling out the map I scanned it. No Draco. No death eaters either, but no Draco.

"Harry!"

"Hermione! Where is he? What's happened, where are the death eaters?" She was clutching a stitch in her chest.

"V-Voldemort…he's taken Draco. And Lucius. The others…The thing…you…killed them…burned them."

"Where!? Where has he taken them?"

"To…the forest. Take me and Ron with you. You can fly. He's outside waiting." There was no time for argument. I transformed and Hermione clung onto my back. I hardly felt her weight. I smashed through the window and she screamed, clinging hard to my back. I swooped down to where I could see Ron waiting and he leaped onto my back. I took off, soaring high into the air, my eyes peeled for any sign of magic.

"There!" Hermione yelled it, pointing out across the forest to a greenish glow. I flattened myself, becoming streamlined and streaked towards the source. Smashing through the trees I saw them, all three of them. And what I saw made me sick. I landed softly in a tree and Hermione and Ron climbed from my back.

"Your precious Silacore killed all my death eaters, boy. You will pay for this. But where is he now, your precious little hero? Not here to save you. No. He has forgotten and you are mine." Draco was whimpering, cowering. He was curled against a tree root, as far away from Voldemort as he could get. "So. Lucius. Want to do the honours?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"We can't just leave your boy like this. He must be broken."

"What are you talking about?"

"He doesn't deserve to die. He must suffer. He must be…" There was a horrible, sickening pause, then, "…abused."

"Never! He's my son! I'd never do that to him!"

"Oh…I think you will…Imperio!" Lucius was powerless. Without his wand he had no defence. I saw the dreamy look come into his eyes and watched as Voldemort jerked his wand at Draco. Lucius obeyed, dumbly. He fell towards his son and began to remove his clothes. Draco squirmed and kicked at his father, but Voldemort's power was too strong. I felt nauseous. I didn't want to kill any more…Draco was yelling, screaming, crying out for help, for my help. I had to help him.

Diving smoothly and silently I landed with my claws in Voldemort's back, feeling the poison seeping into him. It was enough for him to fall to the ground, and to break his wand contact with Lucius. However his body seemed to block the poison and I felt it surge back into me, into my blood. I felt it begin to take hold of me as my body automatically transformed back to human. I was going to die.

"Oh you can do better than that, Potter. When I have lived in a snake you can hardly expect me not to know about poisons. My very veins contain extracts of beazor. But now I have you. You have no power over me." I knew he was right. The second I made a movement he could kill me. My mouth was very dry. I knew I was going to be tortured, horribly, but there did not seem to be anyway I could save Draco the same pain.

"Crucio!"

"Avada kadavra!" The two incantations rang out at the same time. One came from Voldemort, the other from far above me. I saw Voldemort fall to the ground, saw his expression of frozen shock. He was dead. My head was spinning. My vision was clouding.

"Harry? Harry!" In a second Draco was above me. I could see his face swimming before my eyes. I tried to speak, but nothing would come.

"I love you," I managed to mouth. I felt myself drifting, even as I felt his lips on mine. Warm darkness was enveloping me, drawing me in, closer…

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His body lay cold. He was unmarked. My son was clasping his lifeless body to him, his whole body racked with sobs. His scream rang out through the chill night air like a cut to the heart. It was piercing, high. I had never heard anything so filled with pain. I did not talk to him, or move towards him. Instead I watched the two teenagers slipping and sliding their way down the tree. I got up and met them at the foot, shielding the two lovers from their sight. It was over now.

Epilogue

Draco M. Malfoy,

1990-2007

Died with honour in the final battle of the Great War.

Only descendant of the Malfoy family.

Last of the Silacores.

A beautiful sentiment. And the truth. But not the whole truth. If only he had died in the battle. But he was left by his father and friends to die with his mate with dignity. His father knew nothing could part them. Harry had been his life, and their love had been his death. The passionate, fiery love that had caught them up in a whirlwind and spat them out again into death. But still together. The last Silacori were still united.

Note from the author: Well that was my end. Hope you really enjoyed the story. It's been fabulous hearing all your feedback you great reviewers! It's been a pleasure writing this story. So many thanks to all of you and especially to: Chi Cullen, DBZfanalways, yaoi-fied, secretbabe, Tiger-Cub77, Marina.Sweden, MagicalWinry, SoulTaken, TearsOfTheForgotten, momocolady and QuincePaste. These people inspired me to continue the story! Secretbabe helped me with much needed plot advice at a crucial time, Chi Cullen sent me the best and most enthusiastic praise I've ever received, and the others were faithful, great reviewers-so thanks you guys, couldn't have don't it without you!