Its Never too Late.

Chapter 1

His face is pale. None of its usual life left in it. No green eyes staring into your soul in a kind of mystical, hypnotical way. My Mother walks over to him. She bends down and puts one delicate pale hand on Harry's neck. She waits for a moment and then slowly removes her hand. Even though she keeps her head down I see a tear fall to the ground. Slowly she stands up and turns around. "Dead." She pronounces. My heart drops. No. It cant be. Not after all these years. Harry has been hunted since he was eleven years old. He cant just up and die all of a sudden. I feel as if all the air has left my lungs. Not even caring that everyone is watching, I fall to my knees, hands clamped over my face and scream like I've never screamed before. 

Draco sat straight up in bed. He was dripping with sweat and still holding his face. Tears were streaming down his face and his breathing  was shallow and raged. He sat for a few minutes trying to calm himself. "Its been four year Draco, dammit." he hissed to himself. He sighed and flopped back onto the bed.

 Suddenly Draco was startled by a loud crack. "Master." It was Anja the house  elf. "Its Ms. Parkinson sir." 

Draco sighed. "Well, tell her to go away." He grumbled, flopping over and pulling the pillow over his head. There was a brief moment of silence when he thought maybe Anja had left but, that fantasy soon ended. He groaned as he heard the familiar click of heels sauntering down the hall. The door burst open. 

"Sorry Master Draco." Anja whispered, She slowly backed out of the room. Pansy's tall, elegant but commanding frame stood in the doorway. She's glaring with that dangerous look she gets. 

"Get up."  She strides over to the window and throws open the curtains. Draco groans again. 

"You do realize Pansy, what time it is?"

 "No Draco, I think its you who needs to look at the clock. And check the date." 

Now Draco's really confused. "The date?"  

"Yeah. How do you not remember!" she exclaims. Draco just stares at her. She rolls her eyes exasperated. Then, something in her face shifts, and becomes sad, and somewhat sympathetic. "Its the anniversary of the end of the war Draco." There's  a celebration for..."  She doesn't even need to finish. How could he have forgotten? Four years ago today was when Potter gave his life for the world.  Ever since the war there has been a memorial ceremony each year, for all the witches, and wizards who lost their lives, however everyone knows its mostly for Harry Potter. Pansy snaps her fingers in front of Draco's face. 

"Well" Draco signs once again. "Lets get this over with.