Drarry Oneshots

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This takes places in 7th year.

Sad...I guess? 

...Well you've been warned. 

(Honestly I find this cringe so if you want to skip then go ahead). 

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Third person pov

"Home, let me go home. Home is whenever I'm with you."

Rain pounds on the ground while a person - Harry Potter, runs on the wet, soggy grass. Tears fall down his face. 

His world, his - everything, gone. What does Voldemort want to have so badly that he just has to kill so many innocent people? 

Harry's everything. It created the biggest pain than ever before. No one, not even Sirius, gave him this much pain. 

Draco. 

Harry loves everything about Draco. They started dating in 6th year, once the bathroom incident happened. 

After a couple of months, Ron and Hermione found out about them. They were both very supportive, Ron much more surprised and in shock than Hermione. 

Draco and Harry used to do so much together. Go to the Three Broomsticks together to get butterbeer, cuddle together while Harry introduces movies (mostly from Disney) while drinking some hot cocoa. 

Life was so simple, so loving and pure. Why couldn't it last like that forever? 

Near Christmas break, Draco and Harry where hanging out in the Room of Requirements. Draco soon became bored and took a little walk around Hogwarts to get some air. 

Soon that little walk turned into a half-an hour walk. Harry kept on repeating to himself, "he just got lost or Flinch found him." 

After what seemed like forever,  45 minutes passed. Harry gave up waiting and stormed out. He began looking around Hogwarts, going to the Slytherin dormitories, the boys washrooms, then the girls washroom, the great hall, the Gryffindor dormitories, everywhere that you could possibly imagine. He told the Gryffindor's to help in. Soon, many people where coming to help on the search for Draco. 

Then, on the shore of the lake, Harry found Draco laying on the beach. 

But he was not just laying there, looking at the stars. 

Once Harry looked closer he saw that there was a pool of blood dripping down his mouth. He was falling in and out of consciousness. His some of his limbs were broken, stuck in odd positions. It almost made Harry hurl. 

Harry bent down and checked Draco's pulse, placing his hand on Draco's neck. 

There was barely anything. Just enough to keep Draco alive, and his breathing became shallow. 

Fear was coming through Harry's veins, tears began to swell in his eyes. 

"You can't leave me, no, this can't be happening. This is just a nightmare!" Harry cried.

Harry picked up Draco and began to run (yes Harry is now taller because it's more easy for me). 

"H-Harry?" Draco whispered, barely enough for Harry to actually hear. He began coughing, more blood dripping off of his mouth.

"Sh, love," Harry said, picking up the pace, "just continue breathing, okay? I'm taking you to Madame Promfrey now." 

Draco quieted down. He closed his eyes shut. 

Harry began to run slower by each step, getting out of breath. But no matter what, he kept on running. 

Harry passed Ron on the way there. 

"Harry what happened-?" Ron said, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. 

Harry just ran passed Ron, not even responding to the question. 

After what seemed like forever, they finally made it there. 

"Help!" Harry yelled. 

Madame Promfrey quickly ran over. "Oh dear, what happened? Let me take him." She said, covering her mouth. 

"I don't know..." Harry muttered, carefully handing Draco over to her, and they begin rushing over to a bed, "he said he was going on a walk and then the next thing I know he's like this." 

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After a day, Draco died. There was a small funeral, with only close  friends and some of his family (barely any because Voldemort was holding many meetings, causing most of them to miss it). It was very humble. 

After that, Harry has much more grief then ever before. He just lays with the pile of Draco's clothes. He began skipping many classes and eating. Some people notices his behavior and asks if he's okay. He usually just shrugs it off with "I'm fine," before heading back to the the pile of clothes and lies there. 

Once the war began, Harry has no hesitation to give himself up to Voldemort. 

Rain begins to fall.

"Why? So many people will miss you? You parents would've died for nothing!" Hermione begs.

"Maybe I'll see him again." Harry whispers. He turns and begins running to the forbidden forest. His shoes begins to become soggy but he couldn't care less. 

At least he'll be known as the hero when he dies. 

He sees Hagrid standing there, tied up. 

He's ready. 

Ready to give up his life to Voldemort. Ready to see Remus, Sirius, Tonks, his parents, everyone. 

"I wonder what they think of me now." 

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"Ah, the boy who lived, come to die." Voldemort hissed. 

Harry just stood there. No emotions what so ever. There was an awkward pause that seemed like forever. 

"AVADA KADAVRA!" Voldemort yelled at Harry. He flung backwards. 

The death eaters  cheered, laughing. 

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As soon as Harry realized he wasn't fully dead he cries like never before. He wants to save the wizarding world but, he wants to see him again. 

He has the biggest hole in his heart, which could never be filled again.