A few stunning spells and Harry was inside the castle grounds. An invisibility cloak and he was through the castle. A close encounter with Mrs. Norris and he was beside the castle vault door. There, he wrenched off the cloak and cast it aside, knowing he would not be needing it where he was going. The dead cannot see. Fiercely brushing aside a few lone tears, he began to descend the worn stone steps, plunging into the castle's cold depths with a sole desire driving him onwards- to see the love of his life one more time, one last time.
"Lumos," he muttered as he felt the steps end and a rush of cold, musty air hit his face, making him shiver. However, the sight before him sent an even icier feeling down his spine- the Hogwarts vaults, dusty with age but with a sense of grandeur of many generations passed choosing to be buried under the school's hallowed halls. Slabs of cold marble lined the walls, showing worn effigies representing the people buried below their stones. However, Harry spared not a glance to ancient ancestors, his gaze focusing on a white marble dais, obviously new, placed in the centre of the room, strewn with flowers. And resting on top, as if asleep…
"Draco," Harry breathed, taking gentle careful steps, never tearing his gaze from the form in front of him, towards the platform until he reached its base where he collapsed and gave in to the tears that consumed him, sobbing and clutching at the cold, pitiless stone in which he could find no comfort nor respite from the his aching heart. He began to slowly drag himself up the alter until reaching its head. There, he buried his fingers in his love's hair and began to gentle trace the fine features of Draco's face as if memorising every contour to preserve forever.
"Draco," he whispered, tears still rolling down his cheeks, "why did you have to go? You promised we would be together forever. You promised me, no matter what, we would go through life side-by-side. But you broke that promise and I should hate you for that. But how can I hate you? My love, my husband."
He gently cupped the face before him and stared, "Why are you so perfect? Even in death, you are still the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. I'm sure those stars that led me to your ball led me to you but how can I deserve you? Maybe that is why fate played this cruel, heartless trick. You are too perfect for this world… at least, you are too perfect for my world," and he smiled, a gentle sad smile, and placed a single kiss on the alabaster forehead before looking skywards.
"Well, tonight Fates, you have taken not one life but two. Because this will be where I will stay forever more," and he pulled out the small vial full of the evil liquid designed to take a life. "And so," Harry cried, uncorking the bottle, "to my love!" A mock salute and he downed the bottle, waited for a second before gasping and clutching at chest. Feeling the poison's numbing effects begin to take hold of his senses, he bent down and placed a single kiss on his lover's lips.
"And so, with a kiss, I die."
With that, Harry Potter-Malfoy lay back beside the love of his life and passed away.
I'm so sorry... I really don't want them to die... blame the Bard, not the messenger :( only one or two more chapters to go so please review, review, review!!
Limea Delta