AN/ new song fic… hmmm great song…. Written as a late pressie for Germ-a… 3 u!!! Check out Playradioplay on myspace, they have this song on it, it's got a great tune and really cute… will split up verse by verse for each chapter… hehe…

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My parachute didn't open,
And when my back up failed,
The pixie dust prevailed,
And I woke up next to you,
All I wanted was to hold you,
- Decipher Reflections

- By Playradioplay.

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Harry looked around him at the familiar sight surrounding him. The fight has begun and the plan set in place. The cogs began whirring in his mind as he worked his way through the field, disarming and binding those he could. He only wanted one to die tonight. The rest can live on, weasel out those who deserved punishment and place the rest in detention centres elsewhere. As he got closer to the centre point of the fighting, he could feel the tension increasing, a tingle swept through the bond, he knew he was close.

It had all been worked out. They even had a back up plan. "Just in case", Dumbledore had said reassuringly, even though his eyes begged to differ. Harry subconsciously fondled the charm on his bracelet, his mind slipping to Draco for a split second as he stunned another beast and bound and gagged a death eater. Following the link he could feel to Voldemort, Harry began to take in his surroundings, take notice of who was around, what beasts, people and what side they seemed to be on, suddenly the atmosphere changed, there were no people on the light side standing anymore, only dark creatures tearing into the poor souls, some still alive, and death eaters surrounding the vile creature who they saw as a lord and saviour.

Forcing his way through their ranks easily, none of them wanting to kill him, as it was against their lord's wishes, and so shortly after, Harry found himself within a cleared area. Neither said anything. There was nothing to say. Bellatrix stood beside her master, but after a dismissive wave of a hand from Riddle, she sauntered off into battle, with only a withering glare to Harry. His gaze never left those cold red eyes though. He knew they would haunt him forever, no matter the outcome.

It became almost a game of chicken. Who ever broke eye contact first, took the first move, spoke first, and would lose. But it wasn't just a game. It wasn't just a life. It wasn't even the war; it was an ideal; a belief; the future. They would lose the advantage, and even that slight change, could throw everything off. And Harry wouldn't have that; oh no, none of that.

A flash; an explosion; the perfect diversion.

His eyes flickered away and Harry got his change. Lunging forward, drawing the port key from his pocket, he cried out the activation spell; as he latched his hand around that oh so brittle nick, nails digging in, drawing a surprised gurgle, felt rather then heard, as all sound was blown away as they fell from their destination. Each rehearsed move became slow motion for the attacking lion.

Screaming the chant he had memorised while binding Voldemort's hands with his own wand before snapping it as part of the ritual, he finalised the incantation, all magic stripped from the shadow of a being he had latched onto. No his job was complete, knowing he has succeeded when he saw only dark hollows for eyes and dry cold skin, Harry pushed the almost corpse from himself and revelled in the emptiness he now felt in the part of his mind where Voldemort had once resided.

Twisting in the air to ready himself for the next part of the plan, Harry looked down to the land drawing ever closer, he wasn't sure what height he was at, or where he had been originally, but the one thing that had kept him alive up there, it was a wonder his opponent had been able to struggle at all. Knowing time was running short, Harry grasped for his wand and tried to activate the port key, when that did not work, as feared, he attempted a spell for a parachute; once again it would not work. Too much of his magical and physical energy had been zapped by taking the magic from Voldemort. Panic began slipping into his mind and heart, he didn't want it, but nothing can stop panic when there is even the slightest shadow. After the magical, physical and psychological drain from the day, he had every right not to be able to fight it for long; every light dies eventually, the shadow taking over.

He continued hurtling towards the ground, speed rising along side the panic, and all he anted was his broom. Irrational thoughts overloaded his mind, plan C forgotten and all he wanted at that moment was to tell Draco he loved him and to apologise, suddenly he felt hands wrap around his for arms and gasping, Harry struggled not to cry as he clung to Draco as he had every time that horrible nightmare of a memory took over his dreams. The wind stopped and he found himself secure in his bed, Draco's voice surrounding him, hushing him with his arms tight around Harry's quaking body.

"It's okay Harry, its okay. It's just a dream. You're safe, I saved you. I love you sweet…" Harry's breathing began evening out once more as Draco rubbed a comforting circle in the small of Harry's back, lying in the bed they had shared for close to two years now.

Once he was sure harry was asleep again, Draco untangled himself slowly, careful to wake the man he loved. Each night he had needed to wake Harry from that memory, no matter what they tried, his subconscious would not let it go. The war had ended a year ago with Harry loosing much of his power, but thankfully came out mostly unscathed. He had indeed attempted to do the first plans once he had sent Voldie to his splattered death, but they had not expected it to take so much out of Harry as to him needing to unconsciously draw the magic our of things surrounding him, ie, the port key and a broom which had been shrunken into nothing more then a second charm on his bracelet. All that had saved him was the other charm sending a warning to Draco before it too was drained of magic by Harry's life and magic force. Draco couldn't remember much more then getting the warning, but he had been informed that it had been because of the potion he had some how accurately thrown at Harry which had lessened his weight and speed enough for Draco to be able to put a levitating spell on him and guide him down to his arms.

He still wouldn't own up to anyone what was in the small fragile jar or what had put the thought into his mind to take it.

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AN/ end chapter one, verse one.

Sorry if this chapter didn't really make sense… the port key sent them somewhere up into the sky/atmosphere and Harry stripped Voldie of his magic before he hit the ground, killing him body and soul. Harry was then saved by something magical from Draco (ie pixie dust). Lol corny I know, but tried hard to keep it from that…

At least I tried… gotta count for something… lol

If you're still confused about anything please just let me know in a review and I'll get back to you bout it with more of an explanation, also if there is any mistakes in grammar/spelling/etc please let me know…

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Please review… I wanna know if it's worth updating or just writing it for Germ-a….

Happy end of exams for those doing their school certificate!!!