post-war, lots of minor character's death, also a major character death and it's bittersweet ending, so enjoy! 😔 got the inspiration from the frozen song btw, so i thought why not make it angsty and drarry
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It was over.
The war.
It's finally over.
But at what cost?
Everything.
Draco weakly grasped the two limp cold and lifeless hands, desperately wishing for the warmth to be back, to hug him, to pat him on his back, to tell him that it's gonna be okay. Is it okay? he thought numbly. Losing you two. Is it okay?
He forced his head to look around him. It's not okay, Mother, Father. Look at them. How will we ever heal from this mess? His empty grey eyes tried to find the familiar green that he was accustomed to after all these years but he didn't see it. His heart throbbed in his chest painfully, not knowing if the male was okay or not.
Only to see the door opened with Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt entering along a limp body of Harry Potter.
No, he sobbed, trembling as he held his parents' dead hands tightly. Not him. Anyone but him. Please. I can't lose him. I can't live in a world without Harry Potter. It's enough that I lost them.
"His magical core is drained and his magic is desperately using every energy left to heal him," Shacklebolt said grimly. "He's slowly dying."
"No!" Granger screamed. All the Weasleys, Longbottom and Lovegood surrounded the black-haired male, crying. Spells after spells were cast but Draco knew it was a futile attempt. A person who had drained their magical core was as good as dead.
The blond didn't know why but he started to sing despite crying his heart out in the silent Great Hall even when there were thousands of students, professors and parents staring at Potter, in tears:
I've seen dark before, but not like this
He choked, head bent forward, fully knowing everyone's eyes were on him but he didn't care. "Lady Magic will find you when you need her the most, darling," Mother once whispered in his ears when he was about to go to sleep. "The purest and most powerful kind of magic: Love. She helps those who love with the most innocent intentions, my Dragon. The one that loves someone even with their faults just for the sake of Love."
This is cold, this is empty, this is numb
The life I knew is over, the lights are out
Hello, darkness, I'm ready to succumb
With trembling body because of exhaustion and the aftermath of countless Cruciatus Curse cast on him, he pulled away, struggling.
I follow you around, I always have
But you've gone to a place I cannot find
This grief has a gravity, it pulls me down
But a tiny voice whispers in my mind
Draco bent over the corpses and kissed his mother's cheeks one last time before kissing his father's forehead.
You are lost, hope is gone
But you must go on
And do the next right thing
He tried to stand up and slipped, falling to his knees again. He gritted his teeth as he pushed himself, forcing him to stand back up. Potter, he thought. From the start till the end, it was always you. Never anyone else. There was no one else but you, Potter.
Can there be a day beyond this night?
I don't know anymore what is true
I can't find my direction, I'm all alone
The only star that guided me was you
