They both die at the end| A drarry AU fanfiction

Two

Draco
3:50 am

I couldn't sleep. After receiving that letter, my mind has been taking me through too many different scenarios of how it might be true. How I might die, and how no one would bat an eye about it. It made my stomach hurt, and it kept me awake.

I tossed and turned for at least an hour, and it irritated me. I couldn't find the idea of WHO would give me such a letter. Who would pull such a vial trick? I couldn't stay in bed.

I threw the covers off of myself and got out of bed, the slippers at the foot of the bed slid onto my feet, and I was out the door. I used a Lumos spell to keep a small beam of light for me to see in the corridors...I was afraid of being caught out of bed.

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Harry
3:55 am

I wasn't able to fall asleep, so I was up studying for an upcoming potions test with Professor Slughorn. Snape had recently earned the job of Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher when Umbridge was fired in my fifth year. The school has gone through many DADA teachers.

Studying was hard right now. The most I got from death-cast paranoid me beyond all belief, and It made it hard to believe it at all. I get that it would be easy for someone like me to die in a school like this.

Trampled by drooling first-year girls
Killed by a creature Hagrid brought in illegally
Hit by a spell
Chanced by Spiders
Falling off my broom...

Endless possibilities, really. It made my mind race and my stomach hurt. I couldn't sit still any longer...So, I pulled back the curtains on my four-poster and stood up. I put on my shoes and left the dormitory, the Marauder's Map in hand, and my wand in the other casting a Lumos spell. The Fat Lady portrait yelled at me as I left the common room, but it didn't really matter.

The corridor was dark, and sort of spooky- nothing that wasn't out of the ordinary though. Paintings got onto me for the light, and the occasional rat freaked me out, but I knew I wouldn't run into anything with the map in hand...That was until I saw a particular name. Draco Malfoy.

I cringed at his name popping up on the map, but I was too far in my walk to let him spoil my mood more than it already was, so I pressed down the corridor, folding and putting away the map before I came face to face with him. Malfoy.

"Potter!" He spat almost instantly. "What are you doing out of bed so late?"

"Like it's any of your business," I said, cringing. "Just taking a walk. need to clear my mind- I could ask you the same question, Malfoy."

"As it so happens, Im doing the same thing. Some lonely bloke decided to send me a letter as a prank. feel bad for the damn sod who faces me when I find out who did it-"

"What kind of letter?" I raise my eyebrows, curious about Malfoy for once.

"One of those dammed Death-Cast letters. Sent to me by a small barn owl! Honestly, do people think I'm stupid?" He must of read my expression, because he quickly followed with- "Don't answer that if you value your life, Potter."

"I got the same note. Do you think it could be someone playing a sick joke on us?" I saw Malfoy's eyes widen when I said that. It sent shivers down my spine.

"You got one too?" I nodded. Malfoy backed up for a moment, his index finger on his chin. He was thinking...

"The letters had-"

"The official Death-cast seal on them." he interrupted me, and I frowned. "Do you think?"

"That this isn't some sick joke?" He nodded, and I felt the colour drain from my face. "So..."

"We might actually be dying today." Even with just the soft blue light coming from our wands, I saw Malfoys face drain of any colour. He was paler than usual...I took a step back, my hand on my forehead and my mouth hung open.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow..." Malfoy replied in just as much disbelief.

"I think..." I hesitated. "I think we should take this to professor McGonagall."

"Now?" I nodded, and Malfoy nodded back. So, we went off to McGonagall, knocking at her door. She took a few minutes to open the door, and when she did, her lips curled into a frown. She was not pleased with our appearance.

"Professor!-"

"What are you two boys doing out of bed so late? ANd together, at that...This is a rare sight to see." McGonagall said.

"Professor, we both got letters just a few hours ago," I said. I had thrown mine out the window, otherwise, I would have shown her.

"Please, Potter. I don't think letters are any reason to wake me at such an hour-"

"They were from death-cast!" Malfoy interrupted her, and her face went white. She hesitated before she spoke again.

"Death-Cast? You both received letters from Death-Cast? Barn owls? With the black seal?" We both nodded, and it looked as if she might faint. "Alright, boys...Come inside. Quickly now.' She stepped aside, and we both entered her room, sitting down at the chairs she had by the wall. McGonagall stepped away for a moment, and when she came up, Dumbledore was with her.

"I've been told that you boys both coincidentally received letters from death-cast. an unusual thing, if I do say so... I had no knowledge of death-cast coming into the wizarding world, and I can not say I am happy about it." He frowned, looking at us from over his crescent glasses. "Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do for you boys. Death is not something to be tampered with, and it is sadly, uncontrollable." He was walking back and forth in the room, his eyes only glancing at us from time to time. "I suggest living this day to the fullest. Travel back to the muggle world on the first train out, and go have fun. I heard there are special things for death-cast- or may I say, Deckers to do on their last day of life. "

I heard Malfoy scoff. "Travel to the muggle world? Please, sir, don't make me laugh."

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, there is so much to do in the muggle world- much more than there is here." Dumbledore looked at me. "and with Potter here, you'll be able to safely navigate through the towns and cities." I almost cringed at the thought of me and Malfoy spending our End day together...like Last friends.

You would expect me to spend the day with someone like Ron, or Hermione, but...Spending the day with them will only make my death somewhat worse...Spending it with someone who is also going to die. Someone who won't remember because they will be dead as well...It sounds comforting in a way. no...maybe reassuring? The fact that I won't have to worry about that person mourning me for too long because we will both be dead. Neither of us will be only on our death day, but no one will be sad.

"That sounds fun," I said, and Malfoy turned to me, giving me a crazy look.

"Are you mad, Potter? Are you hearing yourself?" Malfoy huffed. "Me. Draco Malfoy. spending my death day with Harry Potter? I get it, we are both deckers, but the thought doesn't bother you? Spending this day with your...well...enemy?" I shook my head, and his eyes got a bit wider. "Well...Alright then. I suppose there is no harm."

"Then you two will be sent back to London on the first train. Pack only what you need. Money, and a change of clothes. Go to the kitchens and get the elves to prepare you food for the trip." McGonagall said, her voice low. Malfoy and I nodded and we were almost out the door. "Boyd." We turned to look at her. "Be safe. You will be missed." We simply nodded, and we left.

To think...Draco Malfoy and Harry potter spend their Death-day together in London.

It was a day that will be remembered.