December Stories 2020

December 6th

Word Count- 523

Prompt- Dreams

DRACO'S POV

I run and run and run and run, but still I can never get anywhere. He's always once step ahead. One step ahead of them. I'm always one step behind. It's like he can see the future. Harry is always one step behind him. I don't think any of us are going to make it out of this fight alive. None of us. So I'm running. My feet pounding against the slippery green grass beneath me. I feel my limbs aching from the stress I'm putting them true. But I can't stop. I have to keep going. If I stop or stumble, he will get me. The Dark Lord will get me. Like he gets everyone. My breaths are coming out ragged and uneven. No stopping for me though. Branches and leaves scrape against my exposed skin. Thins red lines appear all over my arms, dirt covering my pale skin. Everything hurts. I want to stop. I want to give up. My legs give out beneath me and. I crash to the ground. My face ends up straight in the mud and I hear a sickening crack. I feel thick liquid coat my face and I can taste the metallic copper tang of blood. I feel my body lift from the ground and being tugged onward.

"Come on Draco! We can't give up now!" Harry calls to me, forcefully pulling me quickly against my will.

"Stop! Let me die! It's what I deserve!" I shout at him, ripping my arm from his warm grasp. My body becomes cold as Harry looks me up and down.

"I refuse to let him win." Harry whispers menacingly, grabbing my arm and tugging me with him. My shouts and struggles are futile as Harry is more determined than I. "Draco stop!" Harry shouts angrily, spinning around to face me. Suddenly a shadow covers both of us and Harry's bright green eyes widen with fear. He starts tugging me even harder now, tears pouring down his face. "DRACO! I CAN'T LOSE YOU!" He screams, desperately clawing at my arm. I stay stone still.

"Let me go." I whisper, shoving him away. He stumbles back but before hitting the ground, he's levitated in the air.

"Kill him." I hear the Dark Lord shout from behind me. I can't. I can't do that.

"Don't make me do that." I whisper, head falling down in shame.

"KILL HIM!" The Dark Lord screams at me. Harry is still suspended in the air. He's spasticity
struggling, arms flailing around in the air.

"DRACO! HELP ME! PLEASE!" Harry screams at me as well. I didn't want him to get hurt. I never meant for this. I have just given up.

"I guess you're weak after all. AVADA KEDAVRA!" The Dark Lord shouts, wand aimed directly at Harry.

"NO!" I shout, lunging to catch Harry's limp body. He lands in my arms and I fall to the ground. Too weak to carry him. His lifeless green stare up to the blue sky above. "No..." I whisper, tears falling down my face as the world around me grows dark.