Abandoned

Abandoned

The war destroyed. Like a plague it destroyed. It didn't matter whose side you were on. The damned war fed on you.

Of course, I found this out too late.

I believed I was invincible, I really did. No one could harm the great Draco Malfoy. My current condition contradicts that entire silly theory of mine.

I was abandoned to die. Alone. There were shouts and hollers in the distance, but not a soul in sight -- as far as I could tell.

I was abandoned by everyone. My father, my friends, me fellow death eaters. Everyone. They saw me go down and did nothing to stop it. After knowing my lord's followers for this long, I expected no less -- from them, at least.

But I wasn't expecting the same reaction from him. He saw it happen too. And he left. The bloody coward of a Gryffindor left me to die.

So I sat there and drifted in and out of conscientiousness. Counting sheep in hopes that time would go by faster during my last few moments. The pain only strengthened as time progressed. I wanted to die. I wanted to die so bad. Unfortunately, my body was putting up an awfully unnecessary battle.

I then heard the sound of snapping branching behind me. I knew who it was. And I refused to move a bit. "Draco?" The sound of his voice aggravated me more than anything. Now he saw fit to see me off? What if I was already gone?

So I didn't reply or budge.

The snapping branches quickened as he rushed over to my side. "Draco? Draco?!" The urgency in his voice told me that he surely expected be to be dead if I didn't respond by then.

But as much as the panic in his voice amused me, I found it to be sadly pathetic. "I'm alive," I said plainly.

I opened my eyes as far as they went, and looked over to the man kneeling to the right of me. It was almost like he didn't hear me, his eyes were closed and he was muttering something under his breath. "I'm alive," I repeated, "you can pull yourself together now."

Harry snapped back to reality, which seemed more like being punched back into reality, looking at the circumstances. He didn't look even remotely calm. "Are you okay?"

Just spectacular,

I wanted to say when I attempted to push myself up. I failed miserably and hit the ground with a loud thud and a sharp pain that ran up my spine. "Fine!" I winced and tried to get comfortable. "I thought you had abandoned me."

Harry, acting much like a mother and her newborn child, made a fuss out of stopping me from moving and brushed my hair back from my face with his right hand. "Why would I do that? Draco, what if someone saw --"

"Ah! You're bloody reputation. How could I have forgotten?" I fruitlessly tried to turn my head away from his hand that was now massaging my cut and bruised cheek.

Resting his hand on my cheek and gently forcing me to face him, he said, "You know as well as I do that that isn't the case. We fight for different sides..." He then added after a pause, "in a way."

I closed my eyes. "You know I love you," he continued, though I didn't respond. "Draco, stop being so difficult." A pause. "You know I love you more than anything!" The poor bloke sounded as if he was crying now. "I love you!"

The next thing I remember is trying to respond, but I couldn't. I couldn't. My eyes wouldn't open, my hands wouldn't move. I laid there a few moments longer, listening to Harry's sobs of "I love you" before I blacked out entirely.

I'm in St. Mungos now. He must have gotten someone. I don't know how long I've been here, or who -- if anyone -- has visited me. They don't expect much life out of me now. And I'm ready to die any moment. I'm just fortunate enough to write this before I die, not many of my kind do. I'm not sure if anyone will ever read this, but if the one person that matters the most does...

Harry, I love you.