Memoirs of a Dragon Lover

Memoirs of a Dragon Lover

Chapter Five - Sacrifice

"All will be forgiven,

When surrender rises high,

And I gave what I came to give,

Say it now, because you never know." - RHCP, "Tear"

Time went on slowly, my life repeating, and repeating the same thing over and over again. Kill, maim, hate. Kill, maim, hate. It was merely weeks after my night with Draco that Harry owled me to say that the end was near. We were preparing for one final blast. It was all or nothing this time.

The night arrived with the speed of lightning, a stark contrast to the previous weeks. We gathered at the Ministry headquarters, the remnants of us. I nodded to those I knew. Pavarti, Lavender, Dean, Seamus. My schoolmates, all getting ready with me. At least we'd be together in the end. Harry and Ron were there too. How I loved them that night. Giving me those smiles that made me feel young again, even in the face of certain death. Sirius was there, with Remus, all that was left of a comradeship destroyed by the war. They were ready to fight to the death too. Their strength gave me strength, and I'm glad for it. At last we were all ready. Courageous to the last I suppose. I hugged Harry, Ron, Sirius, Remus, for what I thought was the last time. I was ready. I was ready to face whatever destiny thought it could throw at me. We flew. To a field, not far from Hogwarts. The sky was blood red, perhaps in anticipation of the carnage that would ensue. The ground, was dark, wet, and felt as if it were already soaked with the blood of generations. It was then that we saw them, rising as if from the depths of hell itself - the Deatheaters. Led by the snaky visage that was Voldemort, covered in their robes of black death, and coming towards us. Thirsty for blood.

I knew that he would be there somewhere, in the group that was marching toward us. And I knew, that he would kill. Perhaps one of my friends. Perhaps me. Power does strange things to people. Sirius threw the first curse...and the world stopped, slowed down, went quiet...and exploded with unmatched fury. Curses flew in every direction, all the colours of the rainbow, noises deafening. Parvarti fell down beside me. It was amazing how quiet it was. A flash, and Parvarti Patil was gone, not here, up there, somewhere, nowhere. More people fell. I saw Remus get hit. And tears sprang to my eyes, and my blood boiled with anger. Remus had never hurt anyone, not given anyone reason to hate him. He was a beautiful soul, that had gone to join Parvarti, wherever it was that she was. I don't know exactly what possessed me then. Anger, I suppose, but something took over, I was running on auto pilot.

"Harry! Sirius! Ron! Come with me!" I led them away from the main group. Towards a small group of Deatheaters, who I knew must be protecting Voldemort. I was ahead of the others, and through either courage, or stupidity walked up to them alone.

"Let me speak with him!"

"With who Mudblood?" a voice hissed from beneath the hideous mask that hid his face.

"You know. Your master. Your leader. Your owner..." The last words I spoke hung in the air, both threatening and perversely satisfying.

"Very well then Mudblood. What is it that you want to say to me?" answered back another voice, high-pitched but chilling. Voldemort. His stooped figure covered in a black cloak, emanating a green glow. He was death personified.

"Look around you. Look. Tell me what you see."

"I see justice."

"Justice! Justice! What sort of justice is this..."

"Exactly the kind that your sort deserve." He raised his wand. The world slowed down again. My hand flew protectively over my stomach, as I prepared myself to die. I wasn't scared...It was just another adventure, another place to learn, and love. Green light shot from the tip of his wand, and I closed my eyes, waiting for my last breath. It didn't come. I opened my eyes to see Draco jump in front of me and get hit by the curse. The world sped up again. 'Avada Kedavara' I screamed as I pointed my wand at Voldemort, three other flashes of green hit him at the same time. Ron, Harry, Sirius - they kept fighting.

I dropped to the ground on my knees, and grabbed the lifeless body of Draco. It seems to me that at that moment that everything that I felt for him came out at once. In a scream that rent the earth and sky, and accompanied him to heaven, for in dying for me he saved himself, and could walk with the gods. My scream subsided into sobs...and tears...and pointless pleadings of 'Draco! Draco! Wake up!' and beating of my fists upon the ground. I knew he was gone. He could never come back. I can't remember much after that. Sirius told me later that I blacked out, but even in my unconscious state, they couldn't pry Draco out from my arms. I held onto him for as long as I could. It was all I could do.

It was a grey morning when I awoke, the sky was mourning with me. Sirius was sitting by my side.

"Hello," I said groggily.

"Hello sleepyhead" he replied, sounding worse than I did. "Hermoine. I was just waiting for you to wake up, to give you this." He held out a small scrap of parchment. "It was in Draco's hand when we searched him. Looks like your handwriting..."

"Thanks Sirius." I took the parchment that he was offering me.

He left, with a small, sad smile upon his face. I think perhaps he knew how I felt.

I opened the piece of parchment. It was the note I gave Draco not so long ago, on our last night together.

And when we get in the same place, at the same time, it is your grace that I want to fall right into now. To love avow.

He loved me to the last. My Draco. My Lover. My Dragon. And I loved him. And it saved us. Saved everyone. For Voldemort was gone, and the world was free again.