bury a friend • drarry

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Chapter Four:

Harry never once looked away from Malfoy's eyes, even after they pulled apart. He wanted Malfoy to be the last person he saw before he died. Harry was living each moment as though it was his last. He knew that any moment Voldemort would fire a spell from the end of his wand, perhaps even hitting Draco in the process.

Draco was overcome with emotion as he looked at Harry's bloody lips and cheeks. Draco examined every feature of his face, not wanting to forget anything about him before he died. Voldemort burned with rage behind them, drawing up his wand and pointing it directly at the couple.

But they couldn't care less whether they lived or died, so long as they were still together. There didn't seem much of a point in living a life that forbid them to love who they wanted to, and to not be with Harry was something that Malfoy definitely didn't want to do.

'Ava Kedavra!' The Dark Lord shouted at the top of his lungs waving his wand directly at the two, not really caring which of them died first, so long as he stopped their antics. The sight of them disgusted him.

Lucius realized what was going to happen and grabbed his son by the collar right as a flash of green erupted from the Dark Lord's wand. It struck Harry square in the chest, Draco cried out in horror as Harry went completely limp and the boy who lived was no longer living. After several seconds the crowd of Death Eaters standing behind him cheers.

Tears fell from Draco's eyes, falling down his cheeks like faucets. His father glared down at him, but Draco couldn't be strong. He couldn't be a man. His heart had broke in two when the spell hit Harry. It twinged in his chest. He felt his heart being destroyed as the only good thing in his life lay dead before him. Harry's love meant everything to him, and now all he could do was pray that the Dark Lord would forgive him, and that Harry was in a better place. Draco's whole body heaved as he was overcome with emotion, his hand placed over his mouth to try to silence his sobs.

"Congratulations, my Lord!" Beatrix Lestrange called out, throwing the cloak off her head. She approached him and took a closer look at Harry's body. She looked back up at the Dark Lord and gave him a strange smile. "You've done very well." She said to him, then glared at Draco, still silently sobbing by his father.

Lucius looked down and felt awful for what happened to his son. In a way he felt that he had caused Draco that pain, because he couldn't leave the Death Eaters. Because he hadn't been able to convince the Dark Lord to let Draco leave. He opened his arms wide, going to hug his grieving son. He wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy, unsure of how to help someone who lost a loved one. That was when something inside Lucius had changed once again. That was when Lucius decided that he needed to be good again. It wasn't right to make Draco go through all this.

"It's okay Draco." his father whispered to him quietly as Draco continued to sob into his father's shoulder. In his mind, he knew what the Dark Lord might do later on, although at the moment, neither of them cared. All that mattered was the fact that they were acting like father and son again.

Draco looked up into his father's eyes and noticed the change in him. He noticed that for the first time in a long time, his father was acting like himself again. It was a beautiful thing to see. It was like seeing the ugly duckling begin to transform into a swan, towards the end of the story, and everything turns out okay. But Draco knew that now there was no way that this story would have a happy ending.

The story had already taken too many dark turns.

Draco pushed away from his father, instead crawling over to where Harry's corpse lay, still leaning against the tree trunk. Draco could hardly believe what he was seeing, but he knew that his own eyes would never deceive him. He knew that Harry was dead now, once and for all, but still he needed to check. He needed to believe, truly, that the boy who lived was really dead.