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(4) harry potter is(n't) dead

Genre; sad/humor?

Warning; none

Word Count: 1k

Summary; Voldemort thinks hes killed Harry Potter. Again.

Why was everyone gathering outside Hogwarts? Draco had no idea, what was happening, they were in the middle of a War, and everyone was quietly walking to the Hogwarts grounds.

It was a deafening silence, he was outside with all the others, some still crying over their losses, some lost in anger, and some just genuinely confused (that was mainly Neville).

He finally saw what everyone else just saw as well, the Dark Lord was walking towards the crowd, with his own followers behind him, and Draco could see his parents.

He also saw Hagrid, who was carrying someone.

It wasn't Harry.

No.

It couldn't be Harry.

Then they came to an abrupt stop.

You could hear the light cackling of Voldemort, but he broke the silence, with the words no one wanted to hear.

"HARRY POTTER, IS DEAD!"

Draco could hear screams being let out all around, the worst one coming from his own Transfiguration professor.

His whole world was coming down on him.

Voldemort's crowd laughed.

This was all his fault.

People were yelling from all over.

It should be Draco who was dead, not Harry. He should've died a long time ago. When he had the chance. He never should have gotten involved with Harry. He should have kept on pretending to loathe the Golden Boy.

"SILENCE" the nose-less man yelled. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"

He wanted to be anywhere but here. He deserved this. Draco deserved this pain.

Harry was lowered onto the grass. He looked so pale, so cold, so lifeless.

"You see?" Voldemort yelled as he crucioed Harry's soulless body.

Tears were streaming down Draco's face by now, but to him they were unnoticed. All he could think about how that should be Draco. Dead.

"Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"

"He beat you!" Draco heard one of the Weasley's yell, ah, yes, Ron. Everyone was shouting again.

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds" said the noseless fool, "killed while trying to save himself-"

Draco couldn't stop himself from the words stumbling out of his mouth, Harry died. He died protecting him. He would not let Harry's death be worth nothing.

"You shut your noseless fucking face!" he yelled with every ounce of fury in him.

All eyes turned to him.

"Draco" his father said in the most dangerous tone he has ever heard, which is saying something.

He began absentmindedly walking forward, no plans in mind, "You're pathetic! He was not trying to save himself, but only others! He's more powerful, and stronger then you ever were or will be! At least what's left of you!" he finished with a sneer, somehow ending up standing next to the Weasleys.

What a scene this was.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

The question was greeted with silence.

Draco refused to look at his parents.

"I guess you just want to be killed then my dear, dear Draco" Voldemort spoke in a low voice, "Imperio!" he shouted as he aimed the spell towards Draco.

He was numb all over.

His mind was blank.

"Step forward." and Draco did as he was told.

"Stop." and Draco did, just that, "What you all see here, is a fool. A fool who refuses to except the truth. I know many of you out there believe that this. Well, this is wrong. But, it does not matter what you believe. For I, simply, do not care." his crowd laughed obnoxiously.

Draco's mind was still blank, but that was until he heard someone scream, "He's alive!" and then there was a loud bang. He could see a big explosion.

Harry was okay.

Harry was better than okay, he was alive!

Harry James Potter, just cast a 'bombardo' towards the crowd of Death Eaters, like it was a simple activity, he does on Sundays.

But Draco didn't have time to react, no, he fell to his knees from the sudden change of the Imperius Curse being lifted.

He could hear running, disapparating, and screams everywhere, but all he could do was look at the ground and try to see things other than black.

He could hear loud footsteps getting closer and closer to him.

"Draco! Draco! Look at me! It's Harry! Are you okay?" he could feel an arm wrap around his hips that lifted him up so he could just barely walk, vision still being paraded with black spots.

"Draco, can you hear me?" he heard Harry speak. He looked cautiously over at the boy who lived (twice) as his eyes were greeted with the piercing emerald green eyes pouring back into him.

Draco felt as though the world was lifted off his shoulders, even though Harry was still trying to get an out-of-it Draco to safety, while the whole world was actually crashing down.

Draco gave him a soft smile. One of those rare smiles, that no one, but Harry has seen.

"How are you doing Harry?" he spoke in such a fragile voice, as if he spoke any louder, everything would collapse.

Harry just kind of gave him a dumbstruck look before unwrapping himself from Draco, releasing him onto a stair, while everyone else headed inside.

"I have to finish this, alright? You just stay here." Harry spoke in a serious voice.

Draco replied with a some-what goofy grin. He couldn't care. Harry was alive. That's all that mattered to him at the moment.

He just sat on the step and watched his lover go save the world.

Yes, he was confused as ever, what the fuck did Harry want his heart for?

It didn't matter at the moment because Draco just rested his head on his hands and watched Harry go kill the dick.

"YEAH! GO HARRY! THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND! DO YOU SEE HIM RIGHT NOW! I DO! HA!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Considering that most of Hogwarts was currently in shambles, everyone who ran inside the building could hear this, and obviously Harry and Voldemort themselves could.

Draco couldn't remember ever feeling such relief, as he did when he saw Voldemort collapse to the ground.

After that, all he could remember was seeing the love of his life, running over to him, and kissing him.