The Final Battle
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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789
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The Final Battle
Only for entertainment. All characters of JK Rowling.
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“You, as a baby, thwarted his evil because of the love of your parents.
You, as a teenager, ruined his plans again and again because you had the love of your friends.
Now, the love you need will be so much, so much more difficult to obtain. It is simple to see, hard to realize, and in the end, painful to resolve..”
“But how, Professor? I don’t see...”
“You will see,” Albus Dumbledore said, smiling serenely. Then, he started to fade into the black.
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Harry saw. Harry realized.
His vision blurred as he looked down at the dying man lying sprawled on the burnt grass, head propped up on Harry’s arm. Silver eyes met his, burning with emotion, and Harry let out a sob.
“A traitor meets no good end,” breathed the cloaked figure, snakelike nostrils flaring in anger. The row of hooded Death Eaters stood in dead silence behind him, motionless except one, who was trembling in anger and pain at the betrayal.
Harry glared up his lifelong enemy, a new spirit evident in his emerald eyes.
Voldemort laughed. Harry Potter with nothing but a dying traitor from his side, still wanting to fight him?
His eyes flicked over the dead bodies of Mad Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin and several other Aurors lying in between them, a triumphant smirk flitting across his face. Harry flinched at the reminder.
A shivering hand tugged at Harry’s arm, pulling him down.
“I love you, Harry,” the man whispered with effort. “I’ve always had.” Harry stared at the beautiful grey eyes, and smiled.
“Shush,” Harry murmured, leaning down to kiss the cold, white lips of the man he had always loved.
The trembling Death Eater bristled at Harry’s action. Voldemort faked a long sigh.
“How sweet, how sweet,” he sang, twirling his wand around with his long pale fingers.
“SHUT UP!” Harry roared. He distantly felt his wand going hot in his hand.
“Stay calm, Harry,” the man grasped at Harry’s cloak, then struggled to grin. “The greatest regret of my life would be that we never fucked.”
Harry let of a strangled choke, desperately trying to grin back at him. The man smiled, taking Harry’s free hand, and kissed it tenderly.
“Fight, love,” he said, and closed his weary eyes. He was dead.
Harry held the lifeless body close for several moments, steadying his breathing and preparing himself for the final battle.
And after the battle, he chuckled to himself; it will be his turn to go. A painful resolve, yes, literally, but a blissful one.
It will be his turn to go, to go back into the arms of his Draco.
Then maybe we’ll get to fuck.
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“You, as a baby, thwarted his evil because of the love of your parents.
You, as a teenager, ruined his plans again and again because you had the love of your friends.
Now, the love you need will be so much, so much more difficult to obtain. It is simple to see, hard to realize, and in the end, painful to resolve..”
“But how, Professor? I don’t see...”
“You will see,” Albus Dumbledore said, smiling serenely. Then, he started to fade into the black.
-----
Harry saw. Harry realized.
His vision blurred as he looked down at the dying man lying sprawled on the burnt grass, head propped up on Harry’s arm. Silver eyes met his, burning with emotion, and Harry let out a sob.
“A traitor meets no good end,” breathed the cloaked figure, snakelike nostrils flaring in anger. The row of hooded Death Eaters stood in dead silence behind him, motionless except one, who was trembling in anger and pain at the betrayal.
Harry glared up his lifelong enemy, a new spirit evident in his emerald eyes.
Voldemort laughed. Harry Potter with nothing but a dying traitor from his side, still wanting to fight him?
His eyes flicked over the dead bodies of Mad Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin and several other Aurors lying in between them, a triumphant smirk flitting across his face. Harry flinched at the reminder.
A shivering hand tugged at Harry’s arm, pulling him down.
“I love you, Harry,” the man whispered with effort. “I’ve always had.” Harry stared at the beautiful grey eyes, and smiled.
“Shush,” Harry murmured, leaning down to kiss the cold, white lips of the man he had always loved.
The trembling Death Eater bristled at Harry’s action. Voldemort faked a long sigh.
“How sweet, how sweet,” he sang, twirling his wand around with his long pale fingers.
“SHUT UP!” Harry roared. He distantly felt his wand going hot in his hand.
“Stay calm, Harry,” the man grasped at Harry’s cloak, then struggled to grin. “The greatest regret of my life would be that we never fucked.”
Harry let of a strangled choke, desperately trying to grin back at him. The man smiled, taking Harry’s free hand, and kissed it tenderly.
“Fight, love,” he said, and closed his weary eyes. He was dead.
Harry held the lifeless body close for several moments, steadying his breathing and preparing himself for the final battle.
And after the battle, he chuckled to himself; it will be his turn to go. A painful resolve, yes, literally, but a blissful one.
It will be his turn to go, to go back into the arms of his Draco.
Then maybe we’ll get to fuck.