So You're Dead.... Now what?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,732
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49
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You're Dead.... Now what?
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It was complete and utter chaos. Just as they had planned it.
Death eaters scrambled everywhere, desperately trying to escape the justice that had so unexpectedly come for them on the wings of night. Most were crying, and almost all were missing either a limb or a huge chunk of flesh. Even those lucky enough to find themselves still basically whole were weeping copiously. They knew it was only a matter of time before it was their turn to face the wrath of the light.
Wrath indeed, for even as they desperately clawed at the unbreakable shield surrounding themselves and their master, Harry Potter was slowly advancing on his prey without any hesitation whatsoever. Behind him; his lover and fellow creature of the night, the late great Draco Malfoy; watched with a purely evil expression on his face as he surveyed the remaining minions of Voldermort.
Several of their enemies already lay dead, including Lucius Malfoy and the last horcrux, Nagini. The rest were trapped and would soon join their fellows in the pits of hell.
Draco stood clenching his claws into fist. He had promised Harry that once the initial attack was under way he would wait and let the other join him before they shredded the remaining death eaters. It was a feast they would partake of together. Draco licked his already blood soaked mouth. Not that he wasn’t already fairly sated, but he and Harry had already planned to glut themselves sick if necessary, tearing into the black robed figures until there was not a one left breathing. It would be an orgy of blood and destruction.
A small smile twisted his pretty pink lips as Draco watched Harry advance on a clearly shaken Voldermort. Power was such a fucking turn on and Harry practically oozed it these days.
Harry Potter couldn’t help grinning as he spotted the slight shake in Voldermort’s wand hand as the creature pointed the implement at him. Casually, Harry stepped over the crumpled form of Nagini as he raised his own wand to aim in Voldermort’s direction.
“Death has come for you Tom.” Harry hissed in parsletongue.
Behind him, Harry heard the words blood traitor shrieked in a high pitched girly voice and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Bellatrix Lestrange had just thrown herself at Draco in a fury. Had either of them been human it would have been the perfect distraction for Voldermort, but as it was Harry was quite confident that Draco could handle himself. Harry’s eyes never wavered from the reptilian monster in front of him.
Draco would make short work of his Auntie Bella. Judging by the sounds of bones crunching and the sloppy slurping noises he heard immediately afterward, it was unquestionable. Harry was absolutely right, short work indeed.
Voldermorts eyes grew almost comically wide. “Avada Kedavra!” He screeched, sending a neon green bolt of energy hurtling at the boy who lived.
It struck Harry square in the chest. For a moment no one moved as the sickly glow dissipated, then Harry threw his head back and roared with laughter.
Voldermort’s lipless mouth hung wide open as he stared at his still cackling nemesis. It couldn’t be!
“Voldie, Voldie, Voldie…” Harry chuckled as he closed the distance between them. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you?”
Voldermort gasped for air as he found himself suddenly unable to breathe due to the steel fingers Harry Potter now had circling his windpipe. In vain he struggled as the room began to grow darker, and Harry leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You cant kill someone if they’re already dead.”
Voldermort managed to choke out, “Please..” just before Harry viciously tore his throat out. Blood spurted everywhere as the audience of whimpering deatheaters cringed and a few were even heard to mutter a prayer.
Harry allowed the still twitching corpse to slip from his fingers and collapse to the floor in a heap.
Draco had long since finished with the slaughter of his Aunt Bella, and now he watched with a smirk, as Harry nonchalantly stepped over the dead body of perhaps the greatest dark wizard ever, to come and stand by his side.
Together their eyes came to rest on the few remaining death eaters cowering around the room.
With a smile dripping wickedness, Harry extended his hand to his beloved. “Shall we my darling?”
It was complete and utter chaos. Just as they had planned it.
Death eaters scrambled everywhere, desperately trying to escape the justice that had so unexpectedly come for them on the wings of night. Most were crying, and almost all were missing either a limb or a huge chunk of flesh. Even those lucky enough to find themselves still basically whole were weeping copiously. They knew it was only a matter of time before it was their turn to face the wrath of the light.
Wrath indeed, for even as they desperately clawed at the unbreakable shield surrounding themselves and their master, Harry Potter was slowly advancing on his prey without any hesitation whatsoever. Behind him; his lover and fellow creature of the night, the late great Draco Malfoy; watched with a purely evil expression on his face as he surveyed the remaining minions of Voldermort.
Several of their enemies already lay dead, including Lucius Malfoy and the last horcrux, Nagini. The rest were trapped and would soon join their fellows in the pits of hell.
Draco stood clenching his claws into fist. He had promised Harry that once the initial attack was under way he would wait and let the other join him before they shredded the remaining death eaters. It was a feast they would partake of together. Draco licked his already blood soaked mouth. Not that he wasn’t already fairly sated, but he and Harry had already planned to glut themselves sick if necessary, tearing into the black robed figures until there was not a one left breathing. It would be an orgy of blood and destruction.
A small smile twisted his pretty pink lips as Draco watched Harry advance on a clearly shaken Voldermort. Power was such a fucking turn on and Harry practically oozed it these days.
Harry Potter couldn’t help grinning as he spotted the slight shake in Voldermort’s wand hand as the creature pointed the implement at him. Casually, Harry stepped over the crumpled form of Nagini as he raised his own wand to aim in Voldermort’s direction.
“Death has come for you Tom.” Harry hissed in parsletongue.
Behind him, Harry heard the words blood traitor shrieked in a high pitched girly voice and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Bellatrix Lestrange had just thrown herself at Draco in a fury. Had either of them been human it would have been the perfect distraction for Voldermort, but as it was Harry was quite confident that Draco could handle himself. Harry’s eyes never wavered from the reptilian monster in front of him.
Draco would make short work of his Auntie Bella. Judging by the sounds of bones crunching and the sloppy slurping noises he heard immediately afterward, it was unquestionable. Harry was absolutely right, short work indeed.
Voldermorts eyes grew almost comically wide. “Avada Kedavra!” He screeched, sending a neon green bolt of energy hurtling at the boy who lived.
It struck Harry square in the chest. For a moment no one moved as the sickly glow dissipated, then Harry threw his head back and roared with laughter.
Voldermort’s lipless mouth hung wide open as he stared at his still cackling nemesis. It couldn’t be!
“Voldie, Voldie, Voldie…” Harry chuckled as he closed the distance between them. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you?”
Voldermort gasped for air as he found himself suddenly unable to breathe due to the steel fingers Harry Potter now had circling his windpipe. In vain he struggled as the room began to grow darker, and Harry leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You cant kill someone if they’re already dead.”
Voldermort managed to choke out, “Please..” just before Harry viciously tore his throat out. Blood spurted everywhere as the audience of whimpering deatheaters cringed and a few were even heard to mutter a prayer.
Harry allowed the still twitching corpse to slip from his fingers and collapse to the floor in a heap.
Draco had long since finished with the slaughter of his Aunt Bella, and now he watched with a smirk, as Harry nonchalantly stepped over the dead body of perhaps the greatest dark wizard ever, to come and stand by his side.
Together their eyes came to rest on the few remaining death eaters cowering around the room.
With a smile dripping wickedness, Harry extended his hand to his beloved. “Shall we my darling?”