Titel:
Tomorrow

Author:
Dannii

Fandom:
Harry Potter

Characters:rry/rry/Draco implied

Part: 1/1

Rating: R

Warnings:
Short. Angst. Suicide. Character death. Love. Blood. Slash.

lang=EN-US>Disclaimer: I don’t know or own J.K.
Rowling. I’m using her characters for my ownl liking, but I’m not making any
money out of it. Don’t sue me, there’s nothing to get.

Tomorrow

Tearslang=EN-GB style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>. Hot, wet, salty. Running down his
face, wetting the front of his t-shirt, occasionally dropping to the ground. “Crying,
faggot-boy? Suits you. Crying is for the weak. Cry, you pussy. Cry four your
mommy. Oops, I forgot…. You don’t have a mommy.” Another tear falling to
the ground, shattering into a million pieces. Representing his life.

Anger. lang=EN-GB style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Flowing through his veins, settling
into his flesh. Dead bodies, everywhere. Ron, where are you? Mione? No, not
dead, never, please. Not you. So much to do, so long to live. Draco? Fists
balling, shaking. Dropping to the ground, scraping his knuckles. Doesn’t
matter.

Agony. lang=EN-GB style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Making his blood boil. Making him
feel alive, if only for a while. “You made a mistake, bastard. You shouldn’t
have killed them.” Hands shaking, gripping his wand. “Avada kedavra.” Green
light, a scream, then nothing. Voldemorts body on the ground. Remembering.
Saviour Of The Wizarding World again. The Boy Who Killed Voldemort.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Duty done.

Love. lang=EN-GB style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Draco. Love of his life, his light
in the dark. Broken, shattered. Dark. “Harry…” The voice is weak. “I love
you, Harry. Never forget that. I love… you…” Silence. Dead. Another soul
lost on the battlefield. But love was real for a while. Mouth smiling,
remembering. “Draco… I coming, sweetheart…”

Pain. lang=EN-GB style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>Feeling again. Hand clutching a
knife, blood pouring from his wrist. Red. Like Anger, like Agony. Like Love.
“I’m coming, Draco. We’ll be together.” Another cut, deeper. “I love… you…” Again.
And again. Soon… Eyes closing, mouth smiling. Feeling free. Peace. No more
tomorrow. “Love you, baby. Love you…” Silence.

Tomorrow
the Boy Who Lived would be no more.