Here's part two! This part is from Harry's POV. The song lyrics, though, are more from Draco's POV, like he's singing them to Harry... I don't really know how else to explain that, so I hope it makes sense...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I don't own Your Guardian Angel, it belongs to The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
Warnings:...this one is also a little angsty, but not as bad as part one. As for the end...well...I suppose you could call it a cliff hanger?
Please read, I hope you enjoy it! Reviews are always welcome. Thanks!
Guardian Angel
Harry sensed the impending doom as he fixed his dueling robes. Ron and Hermione were on either side of him, both preparing themselves for the upcoming battle. The wind blew through the silent camp, bringing with it the scent of the brewing tempest.
They dying embers of the fire flickered in the wind, and Harry allowed his mind to travel back to a conversation he'd had a month earlier. He had been standing in the Head Master's office, staring up at Dumbledore's portrait. Dumbledore stared back, his expression quite calm.
"Harry, you must be willing to forgive…"
Dumbledore was referring to Draco Malfoy, of course. But Harry did not want to forgive Malfoy. If it hadn't been for Malfoy, those Death Eaters never would have gotten into the school…
"There are still things, Harry, that have no good meaning…things will still be done that seem terrible, but that is how they must be. If he comes to you, do not turn him away. If you do, he might turn to Tom Riddle."
That was a good, solid point. It didn't matter, though, because Harry hadn't seen Malfoy since the day he'd beaten the blond. Harry wondered what had become of Malfoy, who had begun to occupy the back of Harry's mind since the end of the fifth year.
Shouts sounded nearby, and Harry knew that the Death Eaters had attacked. He grabbed his wand and ran to the river, ignoring the cold water as it soaked his robes. Spells were tossed about, violent and peaceful…ones meant to do harm and ones meant to protect. Blood spilled onto the soil and into the river from both sides, mixing together and soaking into the earth.
Screams tormented Harry, the sounds of his falling comrades. The sound of Remus crying out ripped a hole in Harry, and he knew that Snape had fallen. He wanted to run to Remus, to comfort the man, but he couldn't. He had to focus on the fighting occurring around him.
Ginny jumped in front of a curse that had been aimed at Ron. Harry growled and sent a full-body bind at the Death Eater. He heard Ron cry out but he did not have time to see what Ron was trying to tell him. A strange spell was cast, the voice of the caster striking a chord in Harry that he couldn't explain. A translucent silver force field surrounded him.
Harry turned his head in time to see Malfoy crash to the ground. Draco's tormented cry tore through Harry, and he was frozen in place from the shock. Draco screamed again, his eyes alive with a fierceness Harry had never seen before. A flash of green light flew past him, and Harry's head whipped around to see Lucius Malfoy fall to the ground behind him.
Harry turned his head back towards Draco. There was a tiny, satisfied smile, on his face as he fell amidst the bodies. Harry wanted to run to him, but he knew he couldn't. He forced himself to turn away from the blond, a fierce struggle he'd never expected to happen. He couldn't get the image of Draco's teary smile out of his mind…
When I see your smile
Tears run down my face
I can't replace.
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul.
And I know I'll find deep inside me,
I can be the one.
More wizards and witches fell to the earth, enemies laying beside enemies in their death, as Harry moved closer to where Voldemort was. He was oddly detached, and he found that he was no longer concerned with much of anything. All he wanted to do was kill Voldemort and quietly slip away from it all. His mind kept bringing the image of Draco, laying with the other bodies, to the forefront. It, for reasons he did not understand, had become a bittersweet force sending Harry forward to do what he was destined to.
Draco's spell, whatever it was, proved to be exceptionally handy. Harry found a bit of comfort with it, because it was there. It meant Draco was still alive, if only barely. The spell was powerful, too. It kept all of the spells thrown at him by Death Eaters away.
When Harry reached Voldemort, he swore he felt an intensely warm sensation at his back, like someone was guarding him from behind. It was comforting, and it helped him focus more thoroughly on destroying the monster before him.
Voldemort threw multiple nasty hexes and curses, but the shield Draco had cast around Harry deflected them all. Their duel began to wane, and Harry knew that Draco's shield would not protect him from the Killing Curse. He swallowed thickly and focused on all of the pain Voldemort had caused him. The anger and hatred swam about in his head, but it did not stay for too long. He opened his mouth, praying that he would be strong enough to do what he needed to.
"Avada Kedavra!"
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up for you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven.
The rain that had fallen during the battle started to stop as Harry stared at Voldemort's limp body. He didn't understand what had happened, exactly. He hadn't cast a single spell, but Voldemort was dead.
After a few moments, Harry shook himself and moved away from Voldemort's dead body. He heard the gasps from both sides; he heard the cries from the Death Eater's and the cheers from the Light. None of that mattered to him, though.
Harry found Draco and he dropped to his knees beside the broken and bleeding blond. He felt panic rising in his chest as the shield Draco had cast slowly dissipated. He pressed his hand to Draco's chest gently, searching for a heartbeat. It was there, but it was incredibly weak. Harry racked his brain, desperately trying to find something in his memory that would help him save the Hero.
An idea slipped into his mind, and Harry proceeded without any thoughts of what could go wrong. He sent some of his magic into Draco, willingly binding it with Draco's. His plan seemed to work, because the blonde's heartbeat became a bit stronger. His actions took the last of his energy, and Harry allowed himself to fall asleep on top of Draco's chest.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
And seasons are changing,
And waves are crashing,
And stars are falling all for us.
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter,
I can show you I'll be the one.
Harry woke up to Poppy running diagnostic scans on him. He forced himself up and pushed her away, turning his head this way and that, his eyes seeking out Draco. He didn't immediately see the blond, and Harry quickly found himself weak with fear.
"Harry, dear, please let me make sure you're okay," Poppy growled gently.
"Where's Draco?" Harry demanded, forcing himself from the bed. He shoved past Poppy and stumbled through the Healer's tent, looking for blond as a feeling of desperation washed over him.
"Harry!"
"No, damn it, where is Draco?"
Molly placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, urging him to follow her to another tent. Harry obeyed, shaking with weakness. His memory produced the dangerous side effects that went with binding one's own magic with someone else's. Harry didn't care. He knew he'd be okay once he was near Draco.
Seeing the blond, covered in blood, startled Harry. He couldn't remember Draco being covered in blood when he'd bound their magic together, but it didn't much matter. Harry turned his gaze to Molly, his green eyes fierce in an attempt to hide his fear.
"Has he been healed?"
Molly lowered her gaze to the ground, and Harry could see the guilt plain as day. Harry forced away the sneer that wanted to crawl onto his face, opting to drop to his knees beside Draco. He heard Molly leave. Harry's eyes burned with tears, and he let them fall as he placed his hand on Draco's chest once again. He could feel the blonde's heartbeat, weak but present. Poppy entered the tent and shooed Harry, seeming to understand that Draco was to be her priority if she wanted the chance to check Harry for injuries.
Harry waited near the tent entrance, staring out at the battlefield. There were dozens of witches and wizards helping to identify and bring the bodies back from the field. He watched them perform the work silently.
Ron stopped beside him, staring at him with a worried expression. Harry hardly acknowledged Ron's presence, turning his gaze to the interior of the tent when he heard an agonized sob issue from Draco.
"Harry…"
The ebony-haired wizard blinked and turned his gaze towards Ron. He could see the traces of disgust, which were directed towards the unconscious blond. Harry scowled and let his gaze fall back on the battlefield.
Ron sighed and left, walking towards his sister and Hermione. The two witches stared over at Harry anxiously, but he refused to acknowledge anyone else. He didn't want to risk seeing their disapproval. Their opinions, Ron and Hermione's, mattered the most to Harry. They were his best friends.
Harry fell asleep after a few hours of waiting. He only woke when he heard Molly speaking softly to Draco. The blond moaned, the sound waking Harry up further. He forced himself into a sitting position, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
Molly tried a few minutes later, telling the blond that Voldemort had been defeated. Ron was beside her, grumbling something too quietly for Harry to hear.
Oh, good…Tell me something that will actually bring me bloody comfort as I die! Please?
The thoughts startled Harry: they weren't his. Harry inhaled deeply, staring at Draco's unmoving form suspiciously. He tried to remember if binding one's magic to another's could cause telekinesis. The idea wasn't improbable, was it?
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up for you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven.
Poppy entered a few moments later, letting a soft sigh escape as she moved past Harry. She told Molly to leave Draco alone, that there was nothing more they could do. Harry's blood ran cold, but he forced himself to hold onto hope. He heard Ron mutter something, but he couldn't make out the words. Whatever it was he'd said had angered Molly, though.
Is this what it feels like? Is this what it feels like to have your heart broke?
The thought entered Harry's mind again, startling him. The emotion behind the thought was agonizing, and Harry wanted to curl up in a ball and sob. He wanted to know why Draco felt that why, why he thought that…
Hermione visited with Harry a few hours later. She seemed to know what Harry had done, and why he'd done it. Ron joined them after a bit, sending cold glares towards Draco. Fed up with it, Harry feighened exhaustion and lay down. Hermione walked over to Draco, Ron following her, and knealed beside the blond.
She murmured something to Draco, which apparently woke the blond up. Harry peaked at the three from beneath his long eyelashes, wondering what Hermione was whispering.
Explain it to me, please?
Harry supressed a sigh. He wanted to know what Hermione had said. Ron muttered something, again too soft for Harry to hear. Whatever he said obviously wasn't very good, because it angered Hermione. Harry felt that Ron was lucky he couldn't hear him, because he knew that if he had, Ron would probably be caught in a bat-boogey hex.
Can't believe I'm thinking this…Weasley is right!
Hearing that though, Harry really didn't want to know what Ron had said. His two friends left a few moments later, bickering softly. Harry opened his eyes, gazing at Draco. He could just barely see Draco's chest rise and fall. There was blood on his face from when he coughed, and Harry crawled over to the blond. He wiped away the blood with his sleeve, gazing down into the pale face.
Remus came into the tent a couple hours later, his face tear stained and weary. Harry wanted to tell Remus to go get some sleep, but the wizard did not stop to speak to him. He sat beside Draco, talking to him in a soft voice. Harry sat up, wincing when Draco coughed again. He watched Lupin wipe the blood away with Snape's old handkerchief.
No…I don't know if Harry's okay or not….I can't die yet.
Harry blinked, incredibly confused. He didn't understand… Draco had called him Harry… What on earth…is going on…I…Draco?
'Cause you're my, you're my, my
My true love, my whole heart.
Please don't throw that away.
'Cause I'm here for you.
Please don't walk away and,
Please tell me you'll stay.
Stay.
Why did I have to lie so much?
Harry stared at Draco, trying to figure out what was going on within the blonde's head. He wanted to know why there were silent tears leaking out of the corners of Draco's silver eyes, why he was mentally berating himself… He wanted to know why Draco had saved him…
"Malfoy…"
Harry sat down next to Draco, forcing himself to keep his hands in his pockets when Draco whimpered. Draco seemed to move closer to Harry, causing the raven-haired wizard to blush. He sensed Draco's relief, and the slowing of breath.
"Malfoy, I forbid you from dying…"
You're alive, I'm happy, I deserve this, so let me die!
"Malfoy!"
Draco's thoughts disturbed Harry greatly. What are you going on about, Draco? Harry shook his head and allowed his left hand to press against Draco's chest. He closed his eyes and focused his energy.
"Cneasaigh dó."
Harry felt the magic filter into Draco's body, healing him. Harry had remembered that that particular spell was effective, but only on wizards and witches who's magic had been bound with another's. Harry stared at Draco, suppressing a relieved smile when the blonde's eyes finally opened a bit.
"Thank you for finally waking up. I want to talk to you."
"W-what do you want?"
"Explain to me why you saved me. I want to know."
Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay,
Though my skies are turning gray
Harry could see the debate in Draco's eyes before he turned his head away. Draco's face was flushed, and Harry wondered what the meant. "Draco."
Draco turned his head to face Harry once again, his eyes wide. "I…"
Harry sighed and moved to stand. "I should've known better…"
Draco winced, looking away in shame. "D-didn't want to-" NO LIES!
Lies? Please explain it to me, Draco…
"Didn't want to what, Draco?"
"Szeretlek," Draco croaked. [I love you.]
"Draco, I don't speak that language," Harry grumbled flatly. He stared at Draco, waiting for the blond to reply. His mind and heart were racing, and he couldn't explain any of it.
Draco forced himself up, wincing a bit. He reached out, grabbing onto Harry's shirt and pulling him close. "I'm apparently better at expressing myself with actions…"
"Draco…" Harry trailed off in confusion. He felt himself blush, though he didn't know why.
Draco shook his head and inhaled deeply. "Forgive me for this, but… If you really want to know…" Draco closed the distance between them, gently kissing Harry.
"Draco."Even if you continue to hate me, that voice will never go away now. I know what it sounds like when you call my name…
Harry's eyes widened and then fell shut. Something in his soul sighed in relief, like he'd been waiting for that moment all of his life. There was no use questioning it, nor was there any use questioning Draco. He understood.
I don't hate you, Draco…
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up for you forever
I'll be there you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven
I will never let you fall.
I'll stand with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all,
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven.
~End~