"Harry Potter is dead!"
Although Voldemort was gone, Draco didn't believe happiness could exist anymore. Harry Potter is dead. As simple as that. As soon as he cast the Killing Curse on Voldemort he ran onto the bridge. A scream left his lungs that silenced Hogwarts. At least, that's what he felt like doing.
'As long as I watch over you'
Watching from above, Harry saw all the action taking place.
"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone. People die everyday- friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us...in here. So is Fred, Remus, Tonks...all of them. They didn't die in vain! But you will! Cause you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us! For all of us! It's not over!"
Harry always knew Neville was braver, more heroic, more amazing than everyone else did. Smiling to himself for a brief moment, he forgot he was dead and wanted to reach out and hug the man by his shoulders.
Then, his gaze flickered to the corner. Draco Malfoy. The perfectly poised and precious flaxen ponce positioned himself so the tears dripping from his eyes were not seen by anyone. But Harry. Who could see everything? Because he was dead.
Desperately, Harry longed to hold on to Draco. They had been together (in secret) since fifth year. And Harry could still vividly remember it. Considering he isn't much of a living being right now, he could replay that memory in as much detail as possible.
0o0
"Malfoy?" Harry asked, voice readily up in defences. Of course his worst enemy (minus Voldemort) had to be in the Owlery just as he was to owl Sirius.
"Potter." Malfoy sighed, throwing his head against the brick wall very dramatically- just like he does everything else. "Why do you have to be everywhere?"
But Harry wasn't ready with a comeback as he quickly bent down to snatch the paper out of Malfoy's hands. "POTTER!" The blonde screamed as he jumped up trying to snatch the paper back, but Harry's reflexes were a tad faster.
"Dear Son," Harry read as he kept Malfoy off him. "I love you so much, my dragon." He fake gagged, having so much fun taunting Malfoy with this, "But I can't love you if you are gay..." the raven-haired boy didn't feel excitement anymore. And Malfoy stopped trying to fight him. "It is in your father 's best interests to thwart this faze as quickly as possible. Therefore, we have assigned you a marriage contract... this is final..."
"Are you quite finished, Potter?" Malfoy bit out, taking the paper from his hands in a vicious snatch.
And then, somehow, Harry did the unthinkable. Never would Harry have thought to have done this before. Ever. Since when did Harry do physical contact and since when did Harry do physical contact with Malfoy!?
He hugged the boy.
0o0
'I don't wanna be dead'
Gently, a wind brushed around Draco's waist like two arms circling him. Shock hit him straight in the heart. Harry. Speaking of Harry, he did blow that wind and add that pressure. Somehow he wanted to comfort Draco, because despite all odds, they had gotten together.
Watching on, Harry then made a leaf drop into Draco's hair. Watching on, as it gently fluttered onto the blonde head like it was a bird's nest. Watching on, seeing those destroyed moon-like eyes grab the leaf and pocketed it.
Harry saw Draco's rage: livid and apoplectic. Every fibre in the blonde's body caught on fire and Harry, when Narcissa called Draco over, felt an endless pit of betrayal as he walked over to his mother.
'Every breath I would have taken, I give to you'
But then the blonde knelt before Voldemort. And stabbed Nagini with the Basilisk fang. "Every breath Harry had taken, he gave to all of us. He's watching over us right now, and I know he's cheering." Draco fiercely told Voldemort, then amid the snake-like man's shock, managed to run back to everyone else.
It was true: Harry watched over as Neville fought Voldemort. And won. Neville Longbottom, the accident prone boy, managed to defeat one of the greatest dark wizards of all time.
But there wasn't much celebration. Harry made his way to the Great Hall, where his body had been brought. Draco threw himself over it. Sobbing, hiccupping into his cold shoulder, holding him close enough it was as if he was searching for a heartbeat.
Hermione and Ron joined him, Hermione clutching Harry's lifeless leg and Ron squeezing Harry's unmoving hand. It was now that he wished he said goodbye. Now, he regretted not saying he loved them, to all three of them, to Neville, to Luna, to any of the Weasley's.
Like when Dumbledore went, everyone held their wands up. The surrounding Aurors bowed their heads and the only sound was of heart broken, gut-wrenching cries and a handful of sniffles.
'I'm sorry that they stole your heart'
"You two cannot be here!" Exclaimed Flitwick from the back of the room. Everyone turned to see two tall, silver-haired, pale people. Both covered in dirt and dried blood scratches. Narcissa's dress ripped and without a wand. Lucius' cane was gone and his wand was in his hand, but he was leaning on Narcissa to walk.
"I'm here for my son." Whispered Lucius to the part goblin. But no more was said from either of them with four Aurors grabbing their arms.
"Wait, wait." Draco sniffed, trying to stagger to his feet with some dignity. Even though his eyes were puffy and his voice was shaking already. The wand in his hand, he gave to his mother.
"Draco, Draco," She softly said, but Draco refused to lift his head. Harry was so proud of him, he wished he could say it. Since he couldn't, he blew a gentle breeze once more through his hair. Draco didn't know how to feel about it.
'I am dead'
Draco just wanted to be alone. It was an hour after his parents had been taken away, and he was still sitting, emotionless, on a bench. What else was there to do?
"Hi," a deep, warm voice said, taking a seat next to him. He was dressed almost exactly like Draco, but his trousers were a darker shade of black.
A dark hand rubbed his shoulder. "I'm here for you, you know that."
Watching the two, Harry knew Draco would be okay.