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Searching for a Place to Fall
Title: Searching for a Place to Fall
Author: lildove42
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Length: 1,358
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Um, war. Harry needs to know where things stand between he and Draco. Would it be a story of mine without character death?
A/N: Um, I’m really sorry.
Harry stood, eyeing the sky warily just as he had every morning for the past three weeks and two days. Clouds rolled low and angry across the horizon, lightning striking fiercely at the ground with an apocalyptic ferocity. In the time it took him to blink, those clouds might dissipate and reveal sun so bright that he had to shield his eyes from it. A sun that would burn the skin from his slight frame, were it not for the protection of his robes.
Sighing heavily, he turned back to the protection of Hogwarts and disappeared within its walls. Finding his way back to the Great Hall, he sat at the meager breakfast with Hermione and the other few surviving members of Gryffindor House.
Hermione looked at him, questioningly.
“The sky was never blue. It couldn’t have been. Nothing more than a figment of the imagination.”
Looking towards the Head Table, Harry stares blankly at the empty spaces there. All those witches and wizards gone, for naught as far as he could tell. McGonagall, Hagrid (who had never returned from his last ambassadorship to the giants), countless others. Dumbledore might as well have been dead for all that was left of him. He had turned into this hollow, shell of a man. No shadow of the serene old wizard he had once been.
Harry pushed at the food on his plate and shoved it away from him. He looked tiredly at Hermione, around the room at the other students. Stood and leaned down to brush her hair out of her face.
With a sad smile, he kissed her on the cheek and looked as deeply into her eyes as his heart could bear. “This ends today.”
Tears would have slid down her cheeks as her eyes followed him out of the room, had she any tears left to fall.
****
Harry left the castle, wand in hand, and turned at the door. With a flick of his wand, the whomping willow slid closer to the door, both protecting those inside the castle from invaders and blocking their exit at the same time. In addition, he whispered a powerful incantation to keep those doors locked as long as possible.
The time for senseless dying had ended. It was time for his sacrifice. Time for him to do what he had been born for. Time for him to meet his destiny.
The sun was shining cold in his eyes. He felt sure that the myth of that star being a ball of fire was just that and the star was made up instead of ice so thick he could feel its chill from his position on earth.
Shaking these fruitless thoughts from his head, he forced his feet to pick up and pulled the white kerchief out of his pocket and walked towards the Forbidden Forest. He paused once, just before entering the brambles and briars, but continued on.
This was not just a journey to meet his fate, to battle Voldemort. This was more about the questions he had for someone else in Voldemort’s camp and less about facing the Dark Lord himself. But one could not be done without the other.
It was Crabbe and Goyle that met him in the woods and tackled him and took his wand away. He did not resist, though he could have destroyed them with less than his wand.
Loyalties stronger to their leader rather than The leader, they took Harry to Draco Malfoy’s tent. It sat in the middle of a small clearing, huddled around the tents of several other students from Hogwarts. Harry was surprised to see that they were not all Slytherin students either. Instead there were the familiar faces of Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbott as well as others.
His thugs shoved him to the floor of Draco’s tent and crossed their arms smugly across their chests, waiting approval from their leader. The sleek wizard rose from his chair and nodded at them curtly, dismissing them.
Harry remained on the floor on his hands and knees. Draco dropped to his own knees and lifted Harry’s head up to meet his eyes. Green fell on gray and a storm tore the silence outside the tent.
“Why are you here, Harry?”
He flinched at the sound of his first name on those soft lips. Pulling his eyes away, he shrugged Draco’s hand from his chin.
“You know why. I want to know why you’re here and not back there, with me, at Hogwarts. I’m here to finish this. All of it. And I hope when I do, that you’ll go back with me.”
Draco laughed and Harry could physically feel his heart constrict. Could feel his heart break with a physical pain. Draco sat back on his heels and regarded Harry for a moment with a look that could almost have been described as affection before hauling Harry to his feet.
Harry, ushered outside, found that night had fallen. Days and nights were not something that existed for any consistent amount of time any more. Days could last anywhere from forty-five minutes to thirty-six hours. He paused and turned his eyes to the heavens.
“At least the stars still exist,” he muttered.
\"Harry, the stars are rain drops searching for a place to fall. Nothing more,” Draco whispered.
He led Harry through the woods along some path that only he could see, as Harry’s face was scratched with branches and thorns. Led him up a hill until they were standing on a cliff.
Below them the Scottish landscape spread out, sparkling in the moonlight. Draco turned Harry to face him and smiled sadly. Reached up and placed his hand gently against Harry’s cheek. Harry shivered at the touch, which felt nothing like a touch but so much like a caress.
“Harry.”
Gray eyes glistened, but Harry couldn’t tell whether the moisture there was tears or a trick of the light.
Harry, this is over. This is the way we exist now. This is all there is,” he gestured simply at the view before them.
Eyebrow raised curiously, Harry found himself shushed so that Draco could continue.
“Haven’t you wondered? About the weather I mean? About the weird storms and the cold sun? Haven’t you been the least bit curious about any of it?”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“No, Harry, you don’t understand. This is what happens when a prophecy is broken. This is what happens when things go cosmically wrong.”
Harry turned and ran a hand through his hair, not believing what he was hearing.
“How can the prophecy be broken? Voldemort and I haven’t faced each other yet. What are you talking about?”
“You’re right, Harry. You and Voldemort haven’t faced each other yet. And you won’t because Voldemort’s already dead. That’s the problem. The prophecy said that you couldn’t live while the other did but also that one of you had to die by the other’s hand. Harry, until you die, until you complete the part of the prophecy where neither of you exist, the world is going to be like this. Unstable, unreal. How long do you think we can survive in a world like this? A world where the sun freezes and burns at the same time?”
Harry had fallen to his knees without realizing it. He was now looking up at Draco and understood the moisture he had seen in those eyes. Draco hadn’t brought him here to tell him any secrets, to acknowledge his feelings…he had brought Harry here to die.
Harry walked away from Draco and back to the edge of the forest, seeking solace from what he knew would have to happen.
After five minutes alone, Harry returned to stand before Draco. They stood facing each other quietly.
Reaching out to take Draco’s hand, Harry asked him the only thing he needed to know before he took the most important step of his lifetime. “Just tell me?”
Tears streaked down Draco’s face, he pulled his hand from Harry’s. Placing his hands evenly on Harry’s chest, he looked him in the eye, whispered, “I never cared for you,” and pushed Harry off the cliff.
Author: lildove42
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Length: 1,358
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Um, war. Harry needs to know where things stand between he and Draco. Would it be a story of mine without character death?
A/N: Um, I’m really sorry.
Harry stood, eyeing the sky warily just as he had every morning for the past three weeks and two days. Clouds rolled low and angry across the horizon, lightning striking fiercely at the ground with an apocalyptic ferocity. In the time it took him to blink, those clouds might dissipate and reveal sun so bright that he had to shield his eyes from it. A sun that would burn the skin from his slight frame, were it not for the protection of his robes.
Sighing heavily, he turned back to the protection of Hogwarts and disappeared within its walls. Finding his way back to the Great Hall, he sat at the meager breakfast with Hermione and the other few surviving members of Gryffindor House.
Hermione looked at him, questioningly.
“The sky was never blue. It couldn’t have been. Nothing more than a figment of the imagination.”
Looking towards the Head Table, Harry stares blankly at the empty spaces there. All those witches and wizards gone, for naught as far as he could tell. McGonagall, Hagrid (who had never returned from his last ambassadorship to the giants), countless others. Dumbledore might as well have been dead for all that was left of him. He had turned into this hollow, shell of a man. No shadow of the serene old wizard he had once been.
Harry pushed at the food on his plate and shoved it away from him. He looked tiredly at Hermione, around the room at the other students. Stood and leaned down to brush her hair out of her face.
With a sad smile, he kissed her on the cheek and looked as deeply into her eyes as his heart could bear. “This ends today.”
Tears would have slid down her cheeks as her eyes followed him out of the room, had she any tears left to fall.
****
Harry left the castle, wand in hand, and turned at the door. With a flick of his wand, the whomping willow slid closer to the door, both protecting those inside the castle from invaders and blocking their exit at the same time. In addition, he whispered a powerful incantation to keep those doors locked as long as possible.
The time for senseless dying had ended. It was time for his sacrifice. Time for him to do what he had been born for. Time for him to meet his destiny.
The sun was shining cold in his eyes. He felt sure that the myth of that star being a ball of fire was just that and the star was made up instead of ice so thick he could feel its chill from his position on earth.
Shaking these fruitless thoughts from his head, he forced his feet to pick up and pulled the white kerchief out of his pocket and walked towards the Forbidden Forest. He paused once, just before entering the brambles and briars, but continued on.
This was not just a journey to meet his fate, to battle Voldemort. This was more about the questions he had for someone else in Voldemort’s camp and less about facing the Dark Lord himself. But one could not be done without the other.
It was Crabbe and Goyle that met him in the woods and tackled him and took his wand away. He did not resist, though he could have destroyed them with less than his wand.
Loyalties stronger to their leader rather than The leader, they took Harry to Draco Malfoy’s tent. It sat in the middle of a small clearing, huddled around the tents of several other students from Hogwarts. Harry was surprised to see that they were not all Slytherin students either. Instead there were the familiar faces of Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbott as well as others.
His thugs shoved him to the floor of Draco’s tent and crossed their arms smugly across their chests, waiting approval from their leader. The sleek wizard rose from his chair and nodded at them curtly, dismissing them.
Harry remained on the floor on his hands and knees. Draco dropped to his own knees and lifted Harry’s head up to meet his eyes. Green fell on gray and a storm tore the silence outside the tent.
“Why are you here, Harry?”
He flinched at the sound of his first name on those soft lips. Pulling his eyes away, he shrugged Draco’s hand from his chin.
“You know why. I want to know why you’re here and not back there, with me, at Hogwarts. I’m here to finish this. All of it. And I hope when I do, that you’ll go back with me.”
Draco laughed and Harry could physically feel his heart constrict. Could feel his heart break with a physical pain. Draco sat back on his heels and regarded Harry for a moment with a look that could almost have been described as affection before hauling Harry to his feet.
Harry, ushered outside, found that night had fallen. Days and nights were not something that existed for any consistent amount of time any more. Days could last anywhere from forty-five minutes to thirty-six hours. He paused and turned his eyes to the heavens.
“At least the stars still exist,” he muttered.
\"Harry, the stars are rain drops searching for a place to fall. Nothing more,” Draco whispered.
He led Harry through the woods along some path that only he could see, as Harry’s face was scratched with branches and thorns. Led him up a hill until they were standing on a cliff.
Below them the Scottish landscape spread out, sparkling in the moonlight. Draco turned Harry to face him and smiled sadly. Reached up and placed his hand gently against Harry’s cheek. Harry shivered at the touch, which felt nothing like a touch but so much like a caress.
“Harry.”
Gray eyes glistened, but Harry couldn’t tell whether the moisture there was tears or a trick of the light.
Harry, this is over. This is the way we exist now. This is all there is,” he gestured simply at the view before them.
Eyebrow raised curiously, Harry found himself shushed so that Draco could continue.
“Haven’t you wondered? About the weather I mean? About the weird storms and the cold sun? Haven’t you been the least bit curious about any of it?”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“No, Harry, you don’t understand. This is what happens when a prophecy is broken. This is what happens when things go cosmically wrong.”
Harry turned and ran a hand through his hair, not believing what he was hearing.
“How can the prophecy be broken? Voldemort and I haven’t faced each other yet. What are you talking about?”
“You’re right, Harry. You and Voldemort haven’t faced each other yet. And you won’t because Voldemort’s already dead. That’s the problem. The prophecy said that you couldn’t live while the other did but also that one of you had to die by the other’s hand. Harry, until you die, until you complete the part of the prophecy where neither of you exist, the world is going to be like this. Unstable, unreal. How long do you think we can survive in a world like this? A world where the sun freezes and burns at the same time?”
Harry had fallen to his knees without realizing it. He was now looking up at Draco and understood the moisture he had seen in those eyes. Draco hadn’t brought him here to tell him any secrets, to acknowledge his feelings…he had brought Harry here to die.
Harry walked away from Draco and back to the edge of the forest, seeking solace from what he knew would have to happen.
After five minutes alone, Harry returned to stand before Draco. They stood facing each other quietly.
Reaching out to take Draco’s hand, Harry asked him the only thing he needed to know before he took the most important step of his lifetime. “Just tell me?”
Tears streaked down Draco’s face, he pulled his hand from Harry’s. Placing his hands evenly on Harry’s chest, he looked him in the eye, whispered, “I never cared for you,” and pushed Harry off the cliff.