Futurum Amare, Future love

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DREAMS AND BOUNDARIES
Draco POV

Important text
"Talking"
Direct Memory

               "Harry Potter is dead."

           I felt my legs twitch than shiver and shake slightly.  The words continued to ring in my mind darkening my vision into a tunnel.  My eyes scanned the land and finally found Hagrid that big and sorry excuse holding up potters body.  Again my legs quivers, knees dropping slightly.  Grabbing my fathers rode last minute, I played off the movement as stumbling as I stepped back.  Quickly reaching away from my father and grabbing my mothers hand.  I avoid the look my father gives me as my mother squeezes my hand.  She grabs my shoulder and moves her face to my ear as if about to speak.

           "Don't worry."  She whispers and tugs at my arm.  That's when I hear it.

        Potter pushes off and out of Hagrid's arms the echo of everyone's curiosity.  Muttering as he quickly stands and I feel my feet slam onto the ground.  My legs move and I'm running.  My voice vibrates and I'm yelling.  "Pottah!!"  I stumble slightly and throw my wands to the unsteady boy.  I catch myself from falling as Potter's hand grasps my wand and the fight starts.  Well ends.  Running around blasting.  I duck managing to survive the middle grounds of these two phyco's.  I slip past and make my way to the edge of Hogwarts.  Someone grabs my arm and I rush to turn around.  Granger stands staring at me.  Without my wand I can't do anything.  She looks down at her hands and raises her right.  Potter's wand.  I look back at her and she smiles.

           I receive the wand nodding to her and following into battle.  However much time goes by I collect enough information about what's to happen from the others.  The snake needs to die, one of two things can do it, and Voldemort or Harry will definitely be dying tonight.  I deeply wished it would be Voldemort.  No one's winning, no one's gaining.  Someone had to do something, the snake has to die.  But quickly longbottom steps up.  Failing and killing himself, how hopeless are we?  Weasley holds Hermione, Weaslet hugs her mother, those too scared to fight cower in the back.  We're going to lose.  I don't understand it.  How I keep caring my feet moving.  I'm not Griffendor.

        So why does this sword feel so light in my hands.  Why does my dry mouth feel so wet.  Why do my eyes lock into Potters as I charge at the snake.  It matches my speed and gaze quickly jumping at me.  Why do I drop like rocks in a sock and slice it's head following the blade vertically down it's body.  Why do my knees not burn on the ground as I barely make it standing a second time.  Why do I find the chance to run past Voldemort behind his back and fall into my mothers arms and my father runs away, cowering.  From both sides.  Why does she take my hand in one of hers and my cheek in the other, gently kissing my head and tugging me away.  Why do my feet again move and comply without comprehension.  Why do I let them as I watch the end come home and see Voldemort powder fly into the air.  Why do I not stop as I stumble away, cowering just as my father did. 

          Why do I feel a pang and nauseousness in my heart and stomach as I again lock eyes with potter.  Before turning and running with what's left of my family.  Why am I horrified, even after, to go home.  Thinking I'll see His face sitting there.  Though.  Why am I content and happy at the win.  A win I can say I'm apart of and supporting.  A win I've gained under my belt.  My mother than pulls me to a stop letting my father continue.  She hushes me placing a finger over her red lips and lightly smiling.  We can be free this way.  We.  I think to myself.

         A happy ending this time.  I yawn.  Sitting up and seeing the light through the windows.  Not liking the light I fall back against my bed and curl into my sides in one motion.  But I don't stop.  My arm doesn't hit anything and I fall.  I keep falling.  I open my mouth, I try, it's sowed shut.  I can't move my mouth at all.  I try to breath and it's hard.  Cold wind, icy, hits my back.  I try to scream.  The pain in my lips deepening.  I try to swim in the air.  I flail, and try to scream.  Suddenly the taste of copper in my mouth.  Blood.  I feel the wetness dribble from my lips I reach my hand to it, black.  Hot.  Under toned red.  Why is it so painfully hot.  Why do I burn and freeze at the same time.  I scrape at my neck and lips I try to pull at the stitches but nothings there.  Literally nothing.  My mouth is gone.