Disclaimer: I am not aware of JK giving me any rights to her story, so I don't have them.
Warning: Some slash content...er but not really...sorry guys!!
AN: So...I hope this explains the last chapter for those of you lost and confused...XD
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"Moody's here." Harry informed is still naked lover. Draco gaped at him.
"How do you bloody know?!" He asked with a squeak jumping up from the bed in all his naked glory running around like crazy loon to find some clothes to cover himself with.
"He passed out. Tonks is reviving him now." Harry informed him looking out of the small window. Draco glared at him,
"Merlin sometimes I really, really dislike you." Draco muttered as he tugged on a pair of boxers. He heard his lover snort and turned his head watching the Gryffindor slipping his jeans on. Harry gave him the 'You know you love me' look as he pulled on a shirt and cloak. Harry fixed at the hem of Draco collar descending on the pink lips. They both heard the knock, but Draco wrapped his hands around Harry's neck running fingers up through the hair keeping him in the kiss. Harry's hands landed on his hips keeping them pressed nicely togather. Their was another knock and they both regretfully pulled away from each other.
"Back to hell." Draco murmured into the lips.
"Why was this heaven?" Harry asked, if anything the blond drew him closer, pressing his lips back into Harry's for a sweet kiss.
"Yes this was." Draco whispered sighing and burying his head in Harry's neck and hugging him closely. Harry heard the door click open,
"Boys?" Tonks. Closing his eye's for a second Harry kissed Draco's forehead before turning his attention to the witch.
"Sorry…" Harry's eye's went wide at the sight. The usually vibrant witch with the bubble gum hair looked tired, and her hair was midnight black, her eye's just as dark. He swallowed and looked away swiftly, "…Tonks.." He continued. He heard Draco's soft inhale at his ear and tightened his grip around the waist warningly. Mad Eye Moody stumped in behind her, he muttered gruffly about 'Damn the Death Eaters…'
"It's dangerous for flooing, and using a portkey, I can assume you both and apparate?" Tonks asked with a small smile passing over her face. Harry nodded,
"Yeah…" He managed. She looked so haggard, like too many sleepless night and not enough food. Lupin…
"There are apparition points ready for us, Now…no glum faces Harry, we have a war to win." Tonks stepped forward putting her hand on his face, a determined light entered her eye's and Harry smiled,
"Lets go." He said with more resolution. Grabbing Draco's hand they swiftly made it out of the hospital.
"Professor. What happened? Draco hasn't told me the full details of the raid." Harry demanded at the end of the next Order meeting. It was more like Draco refused to tell him the full details of the raid...
"There were more of Voldermorts followers then we expected, after you both entered the house, several of the Order were set upon by the Death Eaters, as you saw, Ron was injured, and Bill barely escaped. According to Draco, you were almost hit with the killing curse, but he stunned you fending off the attackers until help arrived," Harry turned to look at the blond talking softly with Hermione. His gut clenched up. Draco had protected him, and he…he didn't want his lover in that kind of danger. Draco meant too much to him for that. And the Bill...they already lost Lupin, could he manage if any of the Weasley's died, or Hermione? He swiftly blocked out the thoughs managing to pay attention to the older witch.
"…pulled you off to the side, the Dark Lord had fled once more." Harry listened to the rest of what happened. He cursed to himself,
"Any idea where he went?" Harry asked trying to push away the constant thought of ever loosing Draco.
"Sightings in northern Scotland of his presence, but nothing more, we're closing in. His followers are now far and few between, next time, he will not have the protection he desires, the Giants and Werewolves are now neutral on the wars behalf." Harry nodded distractedly. His eyes wondered over to the blond haired boy who was now silently regarding him intently. Their was a sudden tapping at the window and Harry glanced over at it, a large barn owl was impatiently flying back and forth waiting to be let in. As the window opened the bird flew in dropping the letter hastily and leaving. Harry caught it swiftly and unfurled it hurriedly. His eye's skimmed over it, before widening and handing the note to McGonagall.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked wrapping his arms around Harry's waist as their previous professor read through the letter.
"The Dursley…they're dead…their neighbors were…were obliterated as well." Harry whispered, Draco didn't let Harry go even when the Gryffindor struggled against his grip.
"They treated you like shit…"
"Draco that's not the point—"
"Mr. Potter I must leave to help with this newest disaster, Ronald Weasley should be arriving with his brothers escort shortly." McGonagall swept from the room and Harry struggled in Draco's grasp.
"Harry, please, You couldn't do anything about it." Hermione said, concern in her voice as she took a few steps forward trying to help Draco. Draco shook his head silently and suddenly twisted Harry around pushing him up against the counter.
"Harry. You didn't do this. This wasn't your fault. I promise. They. Hurt. You."
"Not the neighbors!" Harry replied outraged,
"No, not the neighbors, but this wasn't your fault either. Please believe me." Draco whispered, They both suddenly heard a bang as the front door of the old Black house was shoved open.
"HARRY!" Two loud voices roared. Draco kept Harry tight to the wall glaring at whoever decided to interrupt their argument. Two Red-headed Weasley look a like's popped into the room, a disgruntled looking Ron following shortly behind. Fred and George took one look at them, then caught Hermione standing in the kitchen holding a cup of tea and laughed.
"You know, I thought you two left your exhibitionist ways at school." George said chortling.
"We were in a very important argument. Now if you will excuse us." Draco yanked Harry swiftly away from the kitchen and shoved him up the stairs.
Fred, George and Ron stared after them, Harry heatedly arguing that he was well capable of walking himself.
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting that." Fred said. George peeked out of the kitchen hearing a slam of the door from upstairs.
"So, what were we interrupting?" George asked looking over at Hermione regarding her tea intently.
"The Dursley, the muggles that treated him, they were killed along with their neighbors." She said. Her commit was met with silence and she looked up to see all three boy's with intent scowls.
"This bloody war." George growled angrily. They heard a slam from upstairs and jolted in surprise, this sound was followed by loud yells.Ron took one look to his brothers befre bolting from the room taking the stairs three at a time.
"He's probably going to catch them fucking." Fred muttered,
"HERMIONE!!" They heard Ron bellow from up the balcony. The witch dropped her tea at the scream from her boyfriend and she ran from the kitchen with the twins swiftly behind her. Ron was white as a ghost. She took to the stairs as the wide-eyed youngest Weasley beckoned her up hurriedly.
"What happened?!" She asked shrilly, Ron shook his head swallowing hard, seeming not being able to speak. Hermione's thoughts flew in every direction of what could bring such fear to Ron's face. The door, slammed open by Ron, was hanging off its hinges. She gasped and stumbled back. Draco was propped up against the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. A small trickle of blood moved down the side of his mouth. Hermione broke from her stricken state and rushed forward checking the vitals on Draco's body. He had a bruise forming on the side of his face, but his breathing was normal. She let a shuddering sigh go. He was breathing. Before she could ask Ron where Harry was, or what happened again, a hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. Draco grip was painfully hard,
"He's gone." He choked, his eye's fluttering open slightly and head lolled to the side to view the witch through half-lidded eye's.
"Write to McGonagall. Someone." Hermione ordered to the shocked three boys.
"I'm on it." George said hurrying from the room,
"Fred come help me." Hermione asked,
"'Mione...what can I do?" Ron asked as his other brother helped her pick up the blond and place him onto the bed. He looked so unsure, and desperately wanted to know what happened with Harry, and how.
"Floo back to your mum, this house is directly connected only to yours and is guarded by the Order. Bring her back, she knows far more healing spells then I do." Hermione replied distractedly,
"Water, towels Fred." Hermione muttered. Conjuring them for the witch Fred watched as she wiped the blood from the side of Draco's mouth, keeping it cool on the side of his face, much to his discomfort and battling hand. The cool grey eye's watched her work before his brain caught up with what happened before he blacked out. He wrenched up ignoring the doubling effect of the pain that rippled through his system.
"That IDIOT!" He roared.
"Lay back down Draco." Hermione said calmly immediately assessing the situation,
"Granger, I swear if you don't let me up...Oh Merlin…" Draco curled up in pain his angered scowling face contorted in hurt.
"Calm down. I don't know what happened, but it's apparent he didn't want you to follow him." The witch murmured as she gnawed on her bottom lip worriedly.
"This is taking the moral fiber a bit far in my opinion." Fred muttered, evident worry over his feet.
"Don't tell me to calm down!!" Draco hissed in pain and anger. Hermione glared with intenseness that could rival Mrs. Weasley.
"Fighting me won't solve anything. We're worried as much as you are, tell me what happened while we wait for Mrs. Weasley so she can help you at least breathe properly." Hermione's voice was hoarse and she softened her face knowing the anguish the Slytherin boy had to be in. Draco winced as he clutched his head finally listening to the stubborn Gryffindor witch.
"Draco?" Hermione asked softly. He looked to the open window of the house, the old curtains moving with the puffs of cool evening air. Finally his eye's looked to Hermione's, glancing once at the Weasley twin hovering over her shoulder unsure what to do,
"He told me he was going. He told me he was going to end this war."
TBC
AN: Don't kill me!!!! I promise it'll work out in the end!!! Or..well...maybe...I give away too much information to you people...sheesh...XD Oh well...See the plot thickens XD
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