𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

Chapter 39

As soon as Voldemort disappeared, Harry ran to Draco's side using his wand to check his vitals which were frighteningly weak. The Gryffindor muttered the string of spells that he had used to close the blonde's wounds that day in the bathroom and then looked worriedly at the ashen face of his lover. He lifted his head and screamed for help, looking around the street, desperately hoping that somebody would hear him. But the Aurors were busy chasing down and collecting what was left of the Death Eaters who were trying to flee after the disappearance of their lord, and didn't seem to see the two boys on the ground.

Harry turned his gaze back to his boyfriend and was terrified by the amount of blood he saw coating the front of Draco's chest, so much red, too much, and he placed his hand over the blonde's heart, feeling it thud slower and slower. With fear near crippling him, the Boy-Who-Lived gathered the Slytherin teen into his arms and concentrated hard on their weakening connection, trying to charge it with his own energy as Draco had done for him.

"Look at me, Draco," Harry demanded.

Draco turned his head and opened his eyes slowly, trying to focus onto Harry's intensely worried features.

"Don't give up, Draco," Harry stated frantically. "Keep holding on, you're not alone." Harry smiled encouragingly when the blonde blinked up at him. "I'll be by your side always," the Gryffindor promised taking hold of his boyfriend's hand.

"Feels cold," Draco rasped out. "But I won't give in."

Harry felt hot tears drip down his face. His chest was heavy and tight as he vehemently denied the irrefutable knowledge that he could sense Draco's imminent death approaching. "We'll make it through, okay? Just stay strong, I'm here for you."

Draco nodded his head slowly, his eyes blinking again as he struggled to keep them open. "With you by my side I will fight and defend," the blonde whispered, staring straight up into his lovers tear coated face. His voice began to get fainter and Harry had to lean over to hear what he said next.

"Nothing's going to change destiny, what ever is meant to be, will work out perfectly. I love you." Draco's blinking stopped and his eyes remained open as they began to glaze over, his pupils dilating to become as wide as his irises. The Gryffindor felt the grip on his hand loosen.

Harry stared down into his lovers pale face feeling as if a door had just slammed closed and that his life had just come to a screeching end. "Draco?" he called out softly, unsure. "Draco?" The Gryffindor felt that terror come back full force and he shook the lifeless body of his lover as the wandless energy and wild magic from him spiked and swirled, becoming denser as it enveloped the two teens.

"You are not allowed to die here!" Harry called frantically. Using all his knowledge of wandless magic he poured his life energy down the barely there line that connected them still. The dark haired teen held on and refused to allow that delicate, faint strand to snap and leave his body an empty, soulless shell with its breaking. Harry's heart beat wildly as the magic surged through his body into Draco's as the Gryffindor tried to restart that silent heart.

"Breathe!" Harry screamed. "Don't you fucking dare to die!"

Unbeknownst to either boy, beneath Draco's bloodied clothing, Granny's Crucifix began to glow, softly at first and then growing in strength. The weak charm the old woman had put on it was meshing with the energy that Harry was forcing into the blonde.

Seconds later, when Harry thought his own heart would stop and be as still as his lovers from the overwhelming tide of grief that rose up within him, Draco's body twitched as one last bolt of Harry's energy combined with the gypsy protection spell jolted through him, and he spasmed in the Gryffindor's arms.