31 Days of Drarry

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If you asked anyone in the Great Wizard War, they would tell you that the war had definitely made people who were once enemies into close friends who trusted each other with their lives. This is exactly what had happened between Draco and Harry

The battle had been going on for quite some time now. It was a very dark time in the wizarding world, with Voldemort on the loose, Dumbledore and Snape dead, and the constant struggle of trying to keep the muggles from noticing the raging war just miles from their doorsteps. There had been so many people swapping sides and acting as spies, so that the armies of both sides no longer knew who to trust or not.

Draco and Harry were now side-by-side leaders of the army Dumbledore had left for them. They have spent many hours, days, weeks even planning strategies, attacks, and interrogations inside the walls of number twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Both leaders could tell from the outcomes of the battles around them that The Battle was coming, the one that would surely decide the outcome of the entire war. They spent every ounce of energy they had to find a way to beat Lord Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. As they struggled on, the realization of what they were going to have to do dawned on them.

As they gathered their remaining troops they told them all the plans and strategies and the infamous conclusion they had come too. Many witches and wizards protested that there must be another way, that if the looked and researched more they would find a way to stop the inevitable from happening. But as the time of The Battle drew nearer many accepted the grim reality.

* * * *

Harry knew what he had to do. He and Draco had searched for any way around it but couldn't find any. Even though he had come to accept what was going to happen he wished he had more time to say the things he never said, especially to Draco.

* * * *

Draco continued to search frantically for anything that could stop what was coming. He knew deep down inside that there was nothing he could do, but he kept looking hoping for a way around the only solution that they had found.

* * * *

As The Battle drew closer, everyone grew more and more anxious. Wherever Harry went people would give him sympathetic looks and he hated it, just like he always had. Why couldn't these people realize that he was the one who chose his fate, that he himself was the one to propose it. He hated that look.

* * * *

It had happened just as Harry had predicted it would. Everything went just as planned. Draco hated it.

* * * *

Everyone held their breaths as they watched Harry Potter fall at the end of Voldemorts wand. For a split second, everything had gone deathly silent as the Boy Who Lived take his last breaths, dying. Voldemorts cruel, cold laughing rang out across the battlefield as Draco shoved and pushed his way to Harry's side and cradled him in his arms. Voldemorts laughs soon turned into ragged, horridly shallow breathing. As Harry, his last horcrux lay dying so did he.

Draco clutched Harry tighter to his chest listening to his breathing get shallower and shallower.

"Draco-" Harry croaked so quietly Draco thought he had imagined it.

"Y-yes?" He Stuttered back.

"I-I... need to... tell you. You.. you n-need to know..." Harry choked out painfully.

"I-I-I..." and with that The Savior of The Wizarding World, Harry Potter, let out his last breath.

Draco knew what Harry was trying to tell him though, because he had been feeling the same thing.

"I love you too, Harry" he sobbed into the dead wizard's robes. " I will forever and always love you!"

AUTHORS NOTE:

Quote of the day:Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

William Shakespeare

(for all the HP loves that died)