Fire and Ice

Chances

Everything was moving quickly. Too quickly.

But not for Draco.

The rush of magic in Draco's veins flew faster than Thestrals, yet he easily contained it and directed it through his wand.

After every breath he took, more power pooled in his palms in hyperspeed, but it was a slow drag of elixir, not drowns in drugs.

This is incredible, Draco thought idly, as he slashed through Voldemort's defenses with the twitch of a hand.

Every move the Dark Lord was about to make, Draco saw in slow motion, giving himself plenty of time to counter-act it. They felt like minutes, but Draco knew they were seconds.

Suddenly, Draco felt a sharp stab in his back; more Death Eaters had been summoned, and were surrounding him. Concentrating so fiercely on Voldemort, Draco hasn't paid attention to anything happening around him. Tears of perspiration formed at his hairline as he realised how much he could have missed, outside the bubble of his duel.

Ginny. Whipping his head around, he searched for the flaming hair he loved so much, only to find them directly on his right, kneeling over Potter's body. But she wasn't healing him. She was breathing heavily on the ground, slumped in exhaustion.

"Ginny!" He bellowed frantically. Potter needs to be the one to kill.Voldemort, he needs to be alive. A thousand words bubbled up to his lips. I love you. Please be okay. Don't fall apart on me. I can't do this without you. I need you. "Heal him!" he yelled instead. She knew everything else, anyway.

As Draco turned back to the fight, his duelling energy had seemingly doubled. Roaring as his wand cut through the air, Draco's forces penetrated through Voldemort's easily. Using Voldemort's expression to judge how weak he is, Draco studied him. His eyes widened as the Dark Lord's eyes suddenly flew to Draco's right.

And everything slowed down again.

Draco thought that Ginny was Healing Harry. But she didn't. She had instead ran towards Draco, something she had told him that she feared she might do. And Voldemort had finally noticed her.

"Avada-"

"NO!" Draco bellowed, as he thrust his wand up in the air, breaking the lightning bond between his wand and Voldemort's.

This was his only chance, and he had to take it. Directing his wand towards the man who had killed his mother, he roared.

"Sanguina reorosa!"