marauders era one shots

an 1+1 drarry one

and because i feel perfect and good today you get an 1+1 deal. an drarry one shot with dead :D

The night was oppressively dark, the thick clouds smothering any hint of moonlight. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted through the Forbidden Forest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Branches clawed at his face and robes, but he barely felt the pain. He had to find Draco.

The battle against Voldemort's forces had spilled into the forest, and amidst the chaos, Harry had seen Draco disappear into the trees, pursued by Death Eaters. Panic gripped him as he pushed forward, the sounds of spells and curses echoing around him. He had to save him. He couldn't let anything happen to Draco.

"Draco!" Harry shouted, his voice breaking. "Where are you?"

A faint groan reached his ears, and he turned sharply, following the sound. He stumbled into a small clearing, and his heart stopped. Draco lay on the ground, his pale skin stark against the dark earth, blood pooling beneath him. A Death Eater stood over him, wand raised for the final blow.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry roared, his wand snapping forward. The Death Eater's wand flew from his hand, and he turned, eyes widening in shock.

"Potter," he hissed, but before he could react, Harry hit him with a stunning spell, sending him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.

Harry rushed to Draco's side, falling to his knees. "Draco, please, stay with me," he begged, his hands hovering over Draco's wounds, unsure where to start.

Draco's eyes fluttered open, pain etched into every line of his face. He reached up weakly, his fingers brushing Harry's cheek. "Harry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I knew you'd come."

"Of course I did," Harry choked out, tears blurring his vision. He tried to cast a healing spell, but the wounds were too severe, the blood loss too great. "Don't talk, save your strength."

Draco shook his head slightly, a faint, sad smile playing on his lips. "It's too late for that," he said, his voice trembling. "I... I wanted to tell you... I'm sorry. For everything."

Harry grasped Draco's hand, squeezing it tightly. "No, don't say that. You're going to be okay. We can get help. Just hold on."

Draco's eyes were growing dim, the light fading from them. He squeezed Harry's hand back, his grip weak. "I love you," he murmured, his voice breaking. "I always have."

Harry's heart shattered. "I love you too, Draco. Please, don't leave me. I can't lose you."

With the last of his strength, Draco pulled Harry closer, his lips trembling as they brushed against Harry's in a gentle, fleeting kiss. It was filled with all the words they hadn't spoken, all the moments they would never share.

As their lips parted, Draco's hand fell limp in Harry's grasp. His eyes stared up at the sky, unseeing, as his last breath left his body.

"No," Harry whispered, shaking his head. "No, no, no!" He pulled Draco into his arms, hugging him tightly, rocking back and forth, his sobs echoing through the forest. The pain was unbearable, a crushing weight on his chest.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, holding Draco's lifeless body, the world around him fading into nothing. All he could feel was the emptiness, the gaping hole where Draco's warmth had been. The battle raged on, but for Harry, time had stopped.

In the midst of war, love had found a way, only to be torn apart. And as Harry held Draco close, he vowed that he would carry his memory with him, through every battle, every hardship. Draco's love would be his strength, his guiding light in the darkest of times.

But for now, all he could do was grieve, his tears mingling with the blood-soaked earth, mourning the loss of the one person who had meant everything to him.