Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)

Win and Lose

She remembers everything.

He turns around another corner.

She remembers,
and she still loves him?

No Potter in sight.

Her words play on repeat in his head:
"I remember everything..."

It's glorious,
heart soaring,
victorious,
and scary as hell...

This war makes it easy to push the thoughts back,
to suffocate the doubt.
But he knows there'll come a time when they need to talk it through.
A time when she needs to figure out who she is now.
Now that all of her has been erased, rewritten and now glued on top of what she used to be.

She is not the same girl she was before,
too much has changed.

And then on the other hand,
neither is he,
the same boy.
And he has had his memories the whole time.

It could even have been easier without memories,
without the past burdening him.
A clean table and fresh deck of cards to start with.

The castle is silent.
Everyone who's still alive is in the great hall.
Except for Potter,
who just wouldn't stand still for two minutes!
So he could find the fucking savior and tell him what he needs to know!

Suddenly something brushes past him.

He looks around but sees nothing
and he has no idea how,
but somehow,
he knows it has to be Potter.

So, he turns to follow, trying to listen for his steps under the cloak.

Lucky it's so silent now.

He's not sure if he should just stop Potter and tell him what he knows,
or if he should follow and just wait for him to stop.

Where is he even going?

They pass the entrance hall.
Outside it's easier to follow his footsteps in the grass.

Bodies lie everywhere and the smell of blood makes him want to hurl.
So short time,
so many dead.

He sees Potter stop Longbottom and then carry on.
and suddenly it's all clear:
The-Boy-Who-Lived is going to sacrifice himself!

Well shit!
That can't be right!
Who is going to save the world If the savior is dead?

Was Potter so fucking dull he thought Voldemort would actually spare his loved ones if he'd offer himself willingly?

He knew better than that.
he had seen it,
been a part of it.
There was no-fucking-way Voldemort would spare members of The Order.
He wanted power and he gained it only by suffocating the resistance.
All of it!

So he starts to run.
Rounds Potter and jogs to the edge of the forest to stop him there.
He waits in between the trees so no one can see them from the castle.

And steps on his way,
wand raised.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Potter looks worn,
and much older than his years.
His face is dirty and clothes ripped.

For once he doesn't envy the boy one bit!

"Don't Malfoy! I don't have time for this!"

"So, you think sacrificing yourself will actually solve it?"

"I told you! Get the fuck out of my way!" Potter spits, taking his wand out.

"No."

His refusal seems to blow the Gryffindor of guard because he stares at him baffled.