Impossible ↠Drarry

chapter thirty-seven

Harry's pov

Harry grunted and slowly peeled his eyes opened. The world was blurry, but he could tell he was outside. In the snow- in a storm. He closed his eyes once more, trying to focus on how he got there. His mind was fuzzy, and he had an awful migraine.
But he focused.

His eyes snapped opened as memories from earlier flooded his mind; he jolted up in panic.

After Lucius Obliviated Draco, Draco passed out. No one was expecting that, obviously, due to their panicked expressions. Nonetheless, Lucius turned to me, shouted a spell, and I was out.

I guess they dragged us here.
Us.
Panic arose from the pit of his stomach- eventually taking over his body once he realized Draco was missing.

He stood up, "Draco?!" He yelled out, his voice echoing.

He swallowed thickly.

He scanned the area quickly, ignoring his migraine and the numbness in his feet. He ignored the wind biting at his stinging cheeks and the fact he could no longer feel his fingers.

Finally ge spotted him. Draco was covered in snow, the only thing Harry noticed was his hair; which was blowing in the snow like white grass.

Harry ran towards the body-shaped pile of snow and began to digg him free.
Luckily there wasn't as much snow on top of him as he originally presumed.

Harry gently brushed his hand over Draco's cheek; he was cold. So, so cold. Colder than Harry was.

Harry shivered as he took his coat off, placing it on top of Draco as he lifted him up bridal-style.

He could see Hogwarts from the field they were in, luckily. It was about half an hour walk... and looking at his condition, he was unlikely to make it.
Harry's wand (and Draco's) was no where to be found, meaning Lucius still had it.  Also meaning he couldn't warm them up with a spell.

He could barely see through the snow as it got thicker and thicker. Hogwarts slowly leaving his range of view.

But he continued walking, determined to get there. He had to get Draco there. He was barely breathing- and they probably both had severe cases of frost bite and hypothermia.

All he could do was pray to Merlin they got there before they died, and that madame Pomfrey can help them once they get there.

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Harry jolted up in a cold sweat, instantly regretting it as a migraine took place.
He winced, before scanning his surroundings.
He was in the hospital wing, thankfully.
He felt a wave of pride and relief flood through him once he realized where he was.

Immediately his mind went to Draco.

Questions instantly took over his mind.
Is he okay? Did you get him here safely? Is he alive?

He quickly slid out of the hospital bed, immediately regretting it as pain shot through his ribs and stomach.
He looked down, noticing he had bandages wrapped around his body. Over his right shoulder, around his chest and all the way down to his hips.

He winced, remembering what happened.

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Harry was almost at Hogwarts. He was so close. Draco's breathing was becoming more ragged, and he could tell he was struggling with staying alive.

He was beginning to become drowsy, the cold was making his tired. And it was hard to stay awake. The only thing that was keeping him from falling asleep then and there was the adrenaline, and he was running low.
That's when he heard a snarl, followed by a vicious growl.