How the War Was Won
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,173
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
And Clean
It was so easy.
There are things they never teach you at school. I've had tutors since I could walk, attended lectures at a dozen universities, been tested up and down by every imaginable standard, and spent six years at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they never taught me how to end a war.
I figured it out for myself.
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Severus Snape contemplated unleashing a fast acting neurotoxic poison into the great hall. It was a thing he did to comfort himself during these abysmal mealtimes. He imagined how the older students would go first, the blood pooling in their eyes as they gasped for breath, and how th poison would spread towards the professors table, ending the frivolous lives of all the petty fools in the forsaken excuse for a school.
The meal was winding down just as Snape reached his favorite portion of the fantasy (the bit where Potter wet himself as he realized death was upon him), when Draco Malfoy stood from the Slytherin table. This was unusual behaviour, and unusual - for Malfoy - usually meant bad news for someone else. Snape perked up at the idea of watching Malfoy inflict his particular brand of social torture on another unsuspecting victim, and was delighted that the boy's task to destroy Albus Dumbledore had not diminished his appetite for baser cruelties.
Malfoy was flanked by his two cronies, Goyle and Crabbe, and appeared to be preparing himself for something particularly grand. He dusted his collar of imaginary lint, straightened his hair, and ran a finger over each eyebrow.
Then he saluted Snape.
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"No!" Even as Severus's voice rang out into the hall, Draco was in motion, darting over both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's tables and benches and into the double line of Gryffindors.
---
You see, even if I do kill Dumbledore, Potter will still fight. He might fight harder than ever. Our Lord keeps saying Potter is his, but I cannot believe that. Potter is destined to kill the Dark Lord, not be killed by him.
Potter is the key. Without him, victory is ours.
And I wasn't meant to survive this year anyway. I will die for the Cause.
---
An ordinary table knife clutched in his hand, Draco threw himself at the Golden Trio. Moments later he was hit with several dozen hexes. The confusion of flying spells sent students careening away from the area and Snape noted the presence of Weasley and Granger among them as he vaulted the Ravenclaw table in a swirl of dark robes.
Blood was pooling on the cobbled floor and someone else would see it any moment. The other teachers were stirring into action behind him, but Severus Snape knew it was too late. Draco lay on the floor, writhing and twisting as the varied spells and jinxes he had been hit with tore through his body.
And Harry Potter lay on his back, green eyes wide and surprised behind thick glasses, hand still wrapped around the hilt of the knife buried deep in his chest.
---
Snape turned to Malfoy and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra."
There are things they never teach you at school. I've had tutors since I could walk, attended lectures at a dozen universities, been tested up and down by every imaginable standard, and spent six years at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they never taught me how to end a war.
I figured it out for myself.
---
Severus Snape contemplated unleashing a fast acting neurotoxic poison into the great hall. It was a thing he did to comfort himself during these abysmal mealtimes. He imagined how the older students would go first, the blood pooling in their eyes as they gasped for breath, and how th poison would spread towards the professors table, ending the frivolous lives of all the petty fools in the forsaken excuse for a school.
The meal was winding down just as Snape reached his favorite portion of the fantasy (the bit where Potter wet himself as he realized death was upon him), when Draco Malfoy stood from the Slytherin table. This was unusual behaviour, and unusual - for Malfoy - usually meant bad news for someone else. Snape perked up at the idea of watching Malfoy inflict his particular brand of social torture on another unsuspecting victim, and was delighted that the boy's task to destroy Albus Dumbledore had not diminished his appetite for baser cruelties.
Malfoy was flanked by his two cronies, Goyle and Crabbe, and appeared to be preparing himself for something particularly grand. He dusted his collar of imaginary lint, straightened his hair, and ran a finger over each eyebrow.
Then he saluted Snape.
---
"No!" Even as Severus's voice rang out into the hall, Draco was in motion, darting over both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's tables and benches and into the double line of Gryffindors.
---
You see, even if I do kill Dumbledore, Potter will still fight. He might fight harder than ever. Our Lord keeps saying Potter is his, but I cannot believe that. Potter is destined to kill the Dark Lord, not be killed by him.
Potter is the key. Without him, victory is ours.
And I wasn't meant to survive this year anyway. I will die for the Cause.
---
An ordinary table knife clutched in his hand, Draco threw himself at the Golden Trio. Moments later he was hit with several dozen hexes. The confusion of flying spells sent students careening away from the area and Snape noted the presence of Weasley and Granger among them as he vaulted the Ravenclaw table in a swirl of dark robes.
Blood was pooling on the cobbled floor and someone else would see it any moment. The other teachers were stirring into action behind him, but Severus Snape knew it was too late. Draco lay on the floor, writhing and twisting as the varied spells and jinxes he had been hit with tore through his body.
And Harry Potter lay on his back, green eyes wide and surprised behind thick glasses, hand still wrapped around the hilt of the knife buried deep in his chest.
---
Snape turned to Malfoy and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra."