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No Surrender
Chapter Number/Total: 29/32
Chapter Title: No Surrender
Words: 2659 Words
Harry looked towards Draco, crawling over and taking his hand. He glanced around and spotted Mark's unconscious body and then floated the man over to land gently next to them. Harry took one of Mark’s bloody hands and closed his eyes, feeling all of the tension that had been building up finally leave him.
Draco was struggling to remain conscious and failing. He squeezed Harry's hand and then let out a breath, eyes closing.
Tonks knelt beside Harry. "Harry, is that really you?" she asked.
Harry smiled up at Tonks and nodded, squeezing Draco's hand. "It's me. I finally did it. Took me a while, sorry."
"Harry," she said, voice catching as she threw her arms around him, hugging him. "We thought you were dead," she sobbed.
Harry patted her back weakly, suddenly feeling extremely tired. It was as if he could finally feel what had happened after the adrenaline had stopped pumping. "Draco ... Mark ... they're hurt."
"Who? Draco Malfoy?" she asked, pulling back to look at him and then down at the two men covered in blood.
"Don't let them die, please," Harry murmured, looking up at Tonks.
Tonks looked confused but bent to check the men, frowning as she did. She called to a couple of the others. She pulled on Harry's hand. "These two are Healers, Harry," she explained. "Come with me while they see to the injured."
Harry slowly got up and moved to follow after Tonks, but he felt sluggish, like everything around him was moving in slow motion. He barely managed to walk two steps before he felt too weak to walk any farther, the world spinning as he lost consciousness.
***
When Harry woke up he was in another room, out of the hall. Draco and Mark weren't in sight. He sat up in the chair he was placed in, blinking a few more times. Harry recognised it as the library he had gone into so long ago when they first came to this place.
"Harry, are you awake?" Tonks asked, getting up and walking over when she noticed Harry moving.
Harry was having trouble focusing. He was remembering Draco had sat in this very chair. Harry looked down at the floor. And he had knelt right there. "No," Harry answered quietly, looking over at the door to the library. He felt confused, like he was in dream. Was Tonks really here? Was it really over?
Tonks pushed Harry's hair away from his face, cupping his cheeks with both hands and looking him in the eyes. "It's really you, and you really did it," she said in wonder. "Harry, until we got the message from MANA, we believed you were dead."
Harry slowly looked back into Tonks' eyes. "There aren't many of the Order left," he said quietly, feeling guilty.
"No," she said softly, kissing his forehead. "Not too many of the original members, no. But resistance has been strong to his regime, and we have had a lot of new recruits."
"I'm sorry, Tonks," Harry said. "For taking so long, for making you believe I was dead."
She stroked his hair again. "I should never have believed it unless I saw your body," she said, grimacing.
"I never did believe it," Percy said from the door.
Harry looked over at Percy, wincing softly when his red hair reminded him of the rest of his family. "Thank you, Percy,” he said, closing his eyes as Tonks petted him.
Percy walked into the room, standing beside the chair. "They made sure we saw the bodies of the other Order members," he said. "Put them on display, even. I knew if they had killed you, they would have made sure everyone saw it too."
Harry winced again. "I wasn't dead."
"Yes, and now it is over," Percy said. "My brothers would be proud of you, mum and dad too."
Harry's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," he choked out.
Tonks hugged him to her, rocking him. "It's okay, Harry," she soothed. "You're safe now; you did it."
"But I couldn't save them, I couldn't," Harry whispered, shuddering against her chest.
Tonks held him while he cried, soothing him, and Percy stood quietly beside them. He handed Harry a handkerchief.
Harry thankfully took the handkerchief from Percy and used it to wipe away the tears quickly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again, looking down. "I want to see Draco and Mark now. Are they with the Healers?"
Tonks and Percy exchanged glances. "Are you talking about Draco Malfoy, Harry?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said, as if it was completely obvious. And it was.
Percy looked confused. "He's a Death Eater," he said, anger in his voice.
"Do you know why they were hurting him like that in there?" Harry asked calmly, looking up at Percy.
"No, I don't understand anything their kind does," Percy nearly spat.
"They were hurting him because he was a traitor. Because he went against them for me. To be with me," Harry explained, trying to force his voice to stay as calm.
Tonks frowned. "Malfoy defied Voldemort for you?" she asked.
Harry nodded slowly. "I'd be ... I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. And even if I was alive, I would've probably gone crazy," he whispered.
Percy looked at Tonks and she nodded. "Go check on them," she said, and he left. She turned back to Harry. "Who is the other man?"
"Our … boyfriend," Harry said after a moment, glancing at Tonks to see her reaction.
Her eyes widened. "He's with you, then," she confirmed, giving him a shy smile. Percy came to the door again and signalled her. "I'll be right back," she told Harry, and went to talk with Percy, whispering with him.
Harry watched them cautiously, wondering what they could be talking about. He got up from the chair and walked towards the door.
Tonks turned to him. "They have moved them," she explained. "Your boyfriend is stable and in St. Mungo’s," she said.
"The both of them?" Harry asked. "I need to go there now."
"I'll take you, Harry," Tonks said, reaching for his hand.
Harry let her take his hand, squeezing it lightly in thanks. "Thank you, Tonks."
She led him past the hall and outside. "I am going to take you on a Side-Along, Harry," she explained.
"Okay," Harry said, understanding her. He was trying to stay up so he wouldn't miss anything, but as the minutes went by the more tired he became. He really just wanted to snuggle up in between Mark and Draco and sleep for a long time.
Tonks took him to St. Mungo’s where they were met by a couple other members of the Order he didn't know. One member showed them the way to a private room, and Tonks gestured for him to go in while she talked urgently but quietly with the other man. She looked upset about something. He shook his head and went into the hospital room, figuring whatever it was could wait until after he saw Draco and Mark.
Inside the room was one bed and a Healer was standing over it. In the bed, Harry recognised the curly hair of Mark.
"Mark," Harry whispered, ignoring the Healer as he walked up to the bed and reached to slide his fingers into Mark's hair.
The Healer looked up at Harry. "He's in and out right now," the man said. "We have given him a number of potions to stabilize him, but he lost a lot of blood and ... and some of the wounds are magical. That type of spell damage won't heal as fast as others."
Mark’s upper body and right arm were bandaged. The young man's eyes fluttered open. "Harry?" he whispered.
Harry nodded to show that he heard the Healer, but now that he could see Mark's blue eyes, he managed to ignore the Healer. "Hey," he said softly, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm so sorry, Mark."
"Not your fault," Mark whispered, voice hoarse. "Where's Draco?"
"I'm not sure yet." Harry looked up at the Healer who was still there. "Where is Draco Malfoy? And is it possible for him to be moved into this room?"
The Healer shook his head. "I haven't seen him," he said.
Harry frowned, running a hand through Mark's hair one more time before leaning down to kiss him. "I'm going to go find him. You get some rest."
"Harry?" Mark asked. "They made me do it. I couldn't just let them kill him. I ...." The brunette shuddered, tears filling his eyes now.
Harry wasn't sure what Mark was talking about, but whatever it was, it hurt him to see the tears in his eyes. "It's okay, Mark ... it's okay. I don't blame you for anything."
Tears ran down Mark's cheeks. "Find him," he said. "Please make sure he is all right."
Harry wiped the tears away the best he could. "I'll bring him in here, I promise. Don't cry."
"We need you to stay calm," the Healer told Mark.
"Please? Stay calm for me and Draco," Harry whispered, wiping away the tears again.
"I'll try," Mark said, gasping a bit. "Find him."
Harry kissed him on the forehead before he left the room, not knowing where to go next. But he did spot Tonks not too far away. "Where's Draco?" he asked as he walked up to her.
She nodded to the man she was talking to and he walked away. Tonks turned to face Harry, looking anxious. "That's what I'm trying to find out," she said.
Harry's frown deepened. "How could you not know? Tonks, I need him."
She looked unhappy. "It's all very confusing right now, Harry," she said. "Voldemort's followers are on the run and there really isn't anyone in charge at the Ministry right now."
Harry began to panic, looking up and down the hallways. "He has to be here. He has to be. Tonks, what if ...?" Harry swallowed, beginning to breathe harder.
Tonks took his hands and led him to some chairs in the hall. "I’ve got people looking for him," she said. "I need you here, safe, while we find him."
Harry began to pull his hands away, heart hammering in panic. "No! I need to find him!"
"Some of the others took the Death Eater prisoners ... away," she said, stumbling on the last part. "You have to understand how bad things got, Harry. People want revenge."
Harry went completely still. He hadn't felt any kind of pain, so that could've been a good sign, but at the same time ... "No. Why did you take me out of the hall? No, Tonks, no!"
"I didn't know," she said, looking miserable. "Believe me, I really didn't know they would take him."
Harry felt his eyes well up before he could stop them. "I just got to him, and now I’ve lost him again?" Harry covered his face, turning away from Tonks. And to add to that, he didn't know exactly how many hours he had left until he would really need Draco before the spell hurt him again.
A man came running up to them then, a bit winded. "Tonks," he gasped, "I know where ..."
Harry turned around quickly, looking up at the man hopefully. "Where?" he asked, assuming he was talking about Draco.
The man looked nervously between the two of them. Tonks got to her feet. "Harry, you should stay here."
"Will you stop treating me like I'm going to break? I'm not staying here," Harry said stubbornly.
"That's not it," she said, looking very uncomfortable, not meeting his eyes now.
"What is it then?" Harry asked, finally noticing how uneasy she looked. "What?”
"When they were in charge," she said, glancing at the other man, "we couldn't exactly take prisoners to Azkaban. Harry, we had to deal with them ourselves."
"So, what did you do?" Harry asked, knowing that whatever the answer was, he wasn't going to like it. "Is that where Draco is?"
Tonks closed her eyes, wincing. "It was bad, Harry," she tried to explain. "We didn't have a choice. We didn’t have the people to take care of prisoners."
Harry swallowed, running a hand through his hair. He was beginning to feel lightheaded. "Did you help him? He was bleeding ...."
The man interrupted. "Tonks, we had better go now," he said. "And maybe he could talk them into ... well, you know."
He hated that they were talking in codes rather than just saying what was happening. "Just tell me he's okay, Tonks."
"Come on, Harry," she said, holding out her hand. "Let's go find him."
Harry took her hand; his own was cold and clammy compared to her warmer skin. "Yes, now, please."
The three of them walked to the Apparation point and she took him with her on a Side-Along again. They were in the woods once more, only it was daylight now. Three men were standing a bit apart from them and turned with wands drawn when they heard the sound of them arriving.
Harry looked around the area, heavily leaning against Tonks. The woods? "He's ... he's out here?"
"Stay here, Harry, you don't want to see this," she whispered.
"Why'd ya bring him?" one of the men challenged.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, beginning to look distressed again. "Why won't you just tell me?"
"Did you do it already?" Tonks asked, sounding horrified.
"Yeah," one of the other men said, gesturing behind him. "We haven't covered them yet."
Harry looked off into the distance where the man had gestured, slowly beginning to tug away from Tonks.
"Don't look, Harry," Tonks begged but didn't move to stop him. The men stepped aside as he walked up and saw a large hole dug in the ground. The pit was filled with about a dozen black robed bodies. Draco was easy to spot among them with his blond hair and his naked, bloody flesh.
Harry fell to his knees in front of the pit, feeling his stomach drop so suddenly that he had to cover his mouth so he wouldn't get sick. "Get him out of there," he said, his eyes only focused on Draco's body. "Now!"
Tonks was standing beside him now and she raised her wand, using Mobilicorpus to lift Draco's body from the pit and set it down beside Harry.
"Draco?" Harry asked, his lips trembling as he leant over to look down into his face. "Draco, wake up, please ...." He reached to gently shake him, not wanting to hurt him, but needing to see him open his eyes.
Draco's skin was cold. Tonks got down beside him as well. "What did you use on him?" she asked the men.
"That one was already dying, so we just threw him in," one of the men answered.
Tonks scowled and reached for Draco's neck, feeling for a pulse.
"You can't die," Harry whispered, shaking his head as he leant over Draco. "I love you, you can't." Harry was shaking again, tears running down his face. He looked up at Tonks. Harry desperately hoped the fact that he was still alive meant Draco was too. Wasn't he supposed to die if Draco did? He wondered if the reason he couldn't feel anything was because the spell was somehow gone or because Draco was merely unconscious.
"I can't feel anything, Harry," she said. "Let's get him back to St. Mungo's and see if they can do anything."
"He's a Death Eater," one of the men complained.
Harry ignored them, reaching over to brush Draco's hair away. "Come on. I know he's still alive! We can't just sit here," he said angrily. He slid his arms underneath Draco's body, shivering at how cold he was. "I need you," he whispered, closing his eyes as he Apparated back to St. Mungo's.
Chapter Title: No Surrender
Words: 2659 Words
Harry looked towards Draco, crawling over and taking his hand. He glanced around and spotted Mark's unconscious body and then floated the man over to land gently next to them. Harry took one of Mark’s bloody hands and closed his eyes, feeling all of the tension that had been building up finally leave him.
Draco was struggling to remain conscious and failing. He squeezed Harry's hand and then let out a breath, eyes closing.
Tonks knelt beside Harry. "Harry, is that really you?" she asked.
Harry smiled up at Tonks and nodded, squeezing Draco's hand. "It's me. I finally did it. Took me a while, sorry."
"Harry," she said, voice catching as she threw her arms around him, hugging him. "We thought you were dead," she sobbed.
Harry patted her back weakly, suddenly feeling extremely tired. It was as if he could finally feel what had happened after the adrenaline had stopped pumping. "Draco ... Mark ... they're hurt."
"Who? Draco Malfoy?" she asked, pulling back to look at him and then down at the two men covered in blood.
"Don't let them die, please," Harry murmured, looking up at Tonks.
Tonks looked confused but bent to check the men, frowning as she did. She called to a couple of the others. She pulled on Harry's hand. "These two are Healers, Harry," she explained. "Come with me while they see to the injured."
Harry slowly got up and moved to follow after Tonks, but he felt sluggish, like everything around him was moving in slow motion. He barely managed to walk two steps before he felt too weak to walk any farther, the world spinning as he lost consciousness.
***
When Harry woke up he was in another room, out of the hall. Draco and Mark weren't in sight. He sat up in the chair he was placed in, blinking a few more times. Harry recognised it as the library he had gone into so long ago when they first came to this place.
"Harry, are you awake?" Tonks asked, getting up and walking over when she noticed Harry moving.
Harry was having trouble focusing. He was remembering Draco had sat in this very chair. Harry looked down at the floor. And he had knelt right there. "No," Harry answered quietly, looking over at the door to the library. He felt confused, like he was in dream. Was Tonks really here? Was it really over?
Tonks pushed Harry's hair away from his face, cupping his cheeks with both hands and looking him in the eyes. "It's really you, and you really did it," she said in wonder. "Harry, until we got the message from MANA, we believed you were dead."
Harry slowly looked back into Tonks' eyes. "There aren't many of the Order left," he said quietly, feeling guilty.
"No," she said softly, kissing his forehead. "Not too many of the original members, no. But resistance has been strong to his regime, and we have had a lot of new recruits."
"I'm sorry, Tonks," Harry said. "For taking so long, for making you believe I was dead."
She stroked his hair again. "I should never have believed it unless I saw your body," she said, grimacing.
"I never did believe it," Percy said from the door.
Harry looked over at Percy, wincing softly when his red hair reminded him of the rest of his family. "Thank you, Percy,” he said, closing his eyes as Tonks petted him.
Percy walked into the room, standing beside the chair. "They made sure we saw the bodies of the other Order members," he said. "Put them on display, even. I knew if they had killed you, they would have made sure everyone saw it too."
Harry winced again. "I wasn't dead."
"Yes, and now it is over," Percy said. "My brothers would be proud of you, mum and dad too."
Harry's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," he choked out.
Tonks hugged him to her, rocking him. "It's okay, Harry," she soothed. "You're safe now; you did it."
"But I couldn't save them, I couldn't," Harry whispered, shuddering against her chest.
Tonks held him while he cried, soothing him, and Percy stood quietly beside them. He handed Harry a handkerchief.
Harry thankfully took the handkerchief from Percy and used it to wipe away the tears quickly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again, looking down. "I want to see Draco and Mark now. Are they with the Healers?"
Tonks and Percy exchanged glances. "Are you talking about Draco Malfoy, Harry?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said, as if it was completely obvious. And it was.
Percy looked confused. "He's a Death Eater," he said, anger in his voice.
"Do you know why they were hurting him like that in there?" Harry asked calmly, looking up at Percy.
"No, I don't understand anything their kind does," Percy nearly spat.
"They were hurting him because he was a traitor. Because he went against them for me. To be with me," Harry explained, trying to force his voice to stay as calm.
Tonks frowned. "Malfoy defied Voldemort for you?" she asked.
Harry nodded slowly. "I'd be ... I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. And even if I was alive, I would've probably gone crazy," he whispered.
Percy looked at Tonks and she nodded. "Go check on them," she said, and he left. She turned back to Harry. "Who is the other man?"
"Our … boyfriend," Harry said after a moment, glancing at Tonks to see her reaction.
Her eyes widened. "He's with you, then," she confirmed, giving him a shy smile. Percy came to the door again and signalled her. "I'll be right back," she told Harry, and went to talk with Percy, whispering with him.
Harry watched them cautiously, wondering what they could be talking about. He got up from the chair and walked towards the door.
Tonks turned to him. "They have moved them," she explained. "Your boyfriend is stable and in St. Mungo’s," she said.
"The both of them?" Harry asked. "I need to go there now."
"I'll take you, Harry," Tonks said, reaching for his hand.
Harry let her take his hand, squeezing it lightly in thanks. "Thank you, Tonks."
She led him past the hall and outside. "I am going to take you on a Side-Along, Harry," she explained.
"Okay," Harry said, understanding her. He was trying to stay up so he wouldn't miss anything, but as the minutes went by the more tired he became. He really just wanted to snuggle up in between Mark and Draco and sleep for a long time.
Tonks took him to St. Mungo’s where they were met by a couple other members of the Order he didn't know. One member showed them the way to a private room, and Tonks gestured for him to go in while she talked urgently but quietly with the other man. She looked upset about something. He shook his head and went into the hospital room, figuring whatever it was could wait until after he saw Draco and Mark.
Inside the room was one bed and a Healer was standing over it. In the bed, Harry recognised the curly hair of Mark.
"Mark," Harry whispered, ignoring the Healer as he walked up to the bed and reached to slide his fingers into Mark's hair.
The Healer looked up at Harry. "He's in and out right now," the man said. "We have given him a number of potions to stabilize him, but he lost a lot of blood and ... and some of the wounds are magical. That type of spell damage won't heal as fast as others."
Mark’s upper body and right arm were bandaged. The young man's eyes fluttered open. "Harry?" he whispered.
Harry nodded to show that he heard the Healer, but now that he could see Mark's blue eyes, he managed to ignore the Healer. "Hey," he said softly, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm so sorry, Mark."
"Not your fault," Mark whispered, voice hoarse. "Where's Draco?"
"I'm not sure yet." Harry looked up at the Healer who was still there. "Where is Draco Malfoy? And is it possible for him to be moved into this room?"
The Healer shook his head. "I haven't seen him," he said.
Harry frowned, running a hand through Mark's hair one more time before leaning down to kiss him. "I'm going to go find him. You get some rest."
"Harry?" Mark asked. "They made me do it. I couldn't just let them kill him. I ...." The brunette shuddered, tears filling his eyes now.
Harry wasn't sure what Mark was talking about, but whatever it was, it hurt him to see the tears in his eyes. "It's okay, Mark ... it's okay. I don't blame you for anything."
Tears ran down Mark's cheeks. "Find him," he said. "Please make sure he is all right."
Harry wiped the tears away the best he could. "I'll bring him in here, I promise. Don't cry."
"We need you to stay calm," the Healer told Mark.
"Please? Stay calm for me and Draco," Harry whispered, wiping away the tears again.
"I'll try," Mark said, gasping a bit. "Find him."
Harry kissed him on the forehead before he left the room, not knowing where to go next. But he did spot Tonks not too far away. "Where's Draco?" he asked as he walked up to her.
She nodded to the man she was talking to and he walked away. Tonks turned to face Harry, looking anxious. "That's what I'm trying to find out," she said.
Harry's frown deepened. "How could you not know? Tonks, I need him."
She looked unhappy. "It's all very confusing right now, Harry," she said. "Voldemort's followers are on the run and there really isn't anyone in charge at the Ministry right now."
Harry began to panic, looking up and down the hallways. "He has to be here. He has to be. Tonks, what if ...?" Harry swallowed, beginning to breathe harder.
Tonks took his hands and led him to some chairs in the hall. "I’ve got people looking for him," she said. "I need you here, safe, while we find him."
Harry began to pull his hands away, heart hammering in panic. "No! I need to find him!"
"Some of the others took the Death Eater prisoners ... away," she said, stumbling on the last part. "You have to understand how bad things got, Harry. People want revenge."
Harry went completely still. He hadn't felt any kind of pain, so that could've been a good sign, but at the same time ... "No. Why did you take me out of the hall? No, Tonks, no!"
"I didn't know," she said, looking miserable. "Believe me, I really didn't know they would take him."
Harry felt his eyes well up before he could stop them. "I just got to him, and now I’ve lost him again?" Harry covered his face, turning away from Tonks. And to add to that, he didn't know exactly how many hours he had left until he would really need Draco before the spell hurt him again.
A man came running up to them then, a bit winded. "Tonks," he gasped, "I know where ..."
Harry turned around quickly, looking up at the man hopefully. "Where?" he asked, assuming he was talking about Draco.
The man looked nervously between the two of them. Tonks got to her feet. "Harry, you should stay here."
"Will you stop treating me like I'm going to break? I'm not staying here," Harry said stubbornly.
"That's not it," she said, looking very uncomfortable, not meeting his eyes now.
"What is it then?" Harry asked, finally noticing how uneasy she looked. "What?”
"When they were in charge," she said, glancing at the other man, "we couldn't exactly take prisoners to Azkaban. Harry, we had to deal with them ourselves."
"So, what did you do?" Harry asked, knowing that whatever the answer was, he wasn't going to like it. "Is that where Draco is?"
Tonks closed her eyes, wincing. "It was bad, Harry," she tried to explain. "We didn't have a choice. We didn’t have the people to take care of prisoners."
Harry swallowed, running a hand through his hair. He was beginning to feel lightheaded. "Did you help him? He was bleeding ...."
The man interrupted. "Tonks, we had better go now," he said. "And maybe he could talk them into ... well, you know."
He hated that they were talking in codes rather than just saying what was happening. "Just tell me he's okay, Tonks."
"Come on, Harry," she said, holding out her hand. "Let's go find him."
Harry took her hand; his own was cold and clammy compared to her warmer skin. "Yes, now, please."
The three of them walked to the Apparation point and she took him with her on a Side-Along again. They were in the woods once more, only it was daylight now. Three men were standing a bit apart from them and turned with wands drawn when they heard the sound of them arriving.
Harry looked around the area, heavily leaning against Tonks. The woods? "He's ... he's out here?"
"Stay here, Harry, you don't want to see this," she whispered.
"Why'd ya bring him?" one of the men challenged.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, beginning to look distressed again. "Why won't you just tell me?"
"Did you do it already?" Tonks asked, sounding horrified.
"Yeah," one of the other men said, gesturing behind him. "We haven't covered them yet."
Harry looked off into the distance where the man had gestured, slowly beginning to tug away from Tonks.
"Don't look, Harry," Tonks begged but didn't move to stop him. The men stepped aside as he walked up and saw a large hole dug in the ground. The pit was filled with about a dozen black robed bodies. Draco was easy to spot among them with his blond hair and his naked, bloody flesh.
Harry fell to his knees in front of the pit, feeling his stomach drop so suddenly that he had to cover his mouth so he wouldn't get sick. "Get him out of there," he said, his eyes only focused on Draco's body. "Now!"
Tonks was standing beside him now and she raised her wand, using Mobilicorpus to lift Draco's body from the pit and set it down beside Harry.
"Draco?" Harry asked, his lips trembling as he leant over to look down into his face. "Draco, wake up, please ...." He reached to gently shake him, not wanting to hurt him, but needing to see him open his eyes.
Draco's skin was cold. Tonks got down beside him as well. "What did you use on him?" she asked the men.
"That one was already dying, so we just threw him in," one of the men answered.
Tonks scowled and reached for Draco's neck, feeling for a pulse.
"You can't die," Harry whispered, shaking his head as he leant over Draco. "I love you, you can't." Harry was shaking again, tears running down his face. He looked up at Tonks. Harry desperately hoped the fact that he was still alive meant Draco was too. Wasn't he supposed to die if Draco did? He wondered if the reason he couldn't feel anything was because the spell was somehow gone or because Draco was merely unconscious.
"I can't feel anything, Harry," she said. "Let's get him back to St. Mungo's and see if they can do anything."
"He's a Death Eater," one of the men complained.
Harry ignored them, reaching over to brush Draco's hair away. "Come on. I know he's still alive! We can't just sit here," he said angrily. He slid his arms underneath Draco's body, shivering at how cold he was. "I need you," he whispered, closing his eyes as he Apparated back to St. Mungo's.