The Boy Who Had No Choice Imagines

Are You My Clarity?

A/N: Title is based off the song, the song is a cover by Kurt Schneider and Sam Tsui, and yeah...

He ran. No care given, just running. He wanted to find her, his chat, his girl, the one he loved, and he couldn't have her. His father made that clear. She was his cure, his hope, the beacon of light in the hell he lived in. He pushed through the halls, the stench of corpses piercing his nose. He couldn't stop, she needed him, he needed her. The Manor was too big, and he couldn't find her fast enough. He needed to before the Dark Lord found her. He pushed on.

Door after door, window to window. This hall was too big to her liking. She just wanted her Slytherin before she was killed. She knew what she did was right, it would help save her family, save him. She heaved a sigh and paced the hall, making her way to the windows and back frantically hoping he found her before fate tore them away.

He found it, the last hall of the cursed home. He closed his eyes in relief, reached for her, hoping that the frantic chaos they had been through would go away and just be them. No war, no dictators, no heroes, just him and his girl, together forever. She was his clarity, the clear mirror to his new life, the one with her. She smiled, relief clear in her face that he had found her. She caught him and cried, the sobs silently wracking her frame against him, and he pulled her closer. She was safe. He was about to breathe a small whisper of a breath when his father came closer. Fear stunned his brain, as he forcefully pushed her behind him. She cried out, as he was shoved aside and she was hit with the most unimaginable pain in the world. He couldn't stop the anger, he shakily ran in front of her and took the hit. His clarity will not be taken from him, not like this.

Midnight. April 30th. Three days before the final battle. Draco and his lover were never seen from again. His father was sent to Azkaban, for the murders of many, including his son and son's girl. No one mentioned anything of that fateful night again.