To Raise An Arm

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One arm around Gregory, the other twitching with indecision, Draco stands amidst the fire, pride and panic at war in his chest.

He's eleven, offering his hand to make friends with a hero.

He's sixteen, lowering his wand at the promise of mercy.

The flames burn his pride away, leaving a coward who won't betray an enemy, won't sacrifice a friend. He raises his arm, reaches, but his fingers are slipping.

IF WE DIE FOR THEM

Potter grabs him, his hold cool and strong, saying without words ...

I'LL KILL YOU

... what Draco aches to hear: you are worth saving.

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Author's Notes: Capitalised text is quoted from the chapter "The Battle of Hogwarts" of JK Rowling's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.