Undertaker

UNDERTAKER

Death awoke Draco with a cold touch of his hand. Draco would have shook with fear if he could have felt anything, but his body was numb, his mind blank.

"I offer you a choice, Draco Malfoy. Spare Harry or Spare yourself. Once choice, one chance for either redemption or to be condemned. Make your choice."

Death's voice washed over Draco like waves of bitter wind that dulled the senses. He looked at the boy lying next to him, covered in blood, life slipping away like sand poured through open fingertips. He looked down at himself to find blood dripping from his own wounds. Minutes passed, and time seemed to fade away. All that was left was two boys dying on a battlefield. Lost among the bodies, forgotten as the fighting raged around them. The only sound was death as it lingered to claim its next victim. Draco felt his lungs filling with blood, and he choked on the warm taste of it. He tried in vein to spit it out, but he was too weak and it ended up trailing down his pale lips. He closed his eyes in the hope that death would take both of them, that he could forget the choice he had to make.

"Make your choice," death whispered as Draco felt cold hands brushing over his lips.

"Draco, open your eyes. It's me, Harry. You can't go like this, please stay with me."

"Harry," Draco said, but the sound gurgled in his throat as his blood mixed with the letters to form Harry's name. Draco swallowed it back down forcing himself to find a clear path to speak.

"Harry, do you see him?" Draco's breathing was coming in ragged breaths as his lungs screamed for air.

"See who Draco?" Draco's eyes unfocused and he looked past Harry towards the sky.

"Who Draco, who do you see?"

"Death, Harry I see death."

"Look away, Draco. Come back to me. I won't let him take you. Look away, look at me."

Draco shifted his eyes to look at Harry. He watched the tears spill down Harry's cheeks, washing away the dirt and blood. Draco lifted his hand and brushed the tears aside, he could feel his own tears form behind his eyes and realized he had made his choice. His fingers fell from Harry's face, and his eyes closed for the final time.

"I choose me." With those last words Draco's breath ceased and his heat stilled.

Harry could do nothing, but curse the heavens and rage against the gods. He brushed his lips against Draco's and he could taste the chilled blood that stained his lover's pale lips. He wrapped himself around Draco's lifeless body and prayed that death would take him as well. His prayers fell on deaf ears, and he knew that he had to find a way to make death listen. He let go of Draco's cold body and crawled towards the battlefield. He watched with weary eyes as the war exploded around him. He had one last thought of Draco as he forced his broken body to stand and he staggered towards the brilliant flash of green light. All went dark, and when he opened his eyes he saw familiar gray staring back at him.

"Why, Harry? Why?"

"I choose you."