Nikki

He’s been broken. Broken far too many times and he’s quite sure that he can’t bare it for a second longer. Stone walls and castle towers have become his all-embracing jail cell.

This had to be freedom, Draco thought as his mind slipped in and out of responsiveness. This was love, this was living, this was fulfillment and meaning, and caring, and hope, and everything he’d ever known he needed but never got. This was everything he’d wanted his life to be. This was perfect.

You had power, you were power, and you damn well knew it. What you did not know was how that stare was making me weak in the knees, how with one gentle touch you could have me right then and there, that was something I would not let you know, not now at least.

Time had distorted him, molded him into something almost subhuman. He no longer cared; the thoughts of existence or love no longer animated him. His heart did beat, but his spirit was void and dull. His once striking emerald green eyes had long ago lost even the slightest flicker of hope. He was barely there, he shut off his mind to try to rest the pain and thoughts that screamed and clawed at his aching head.

Its the end of Harry's seventh year and it is is finally going to happen. It is the final show down between Harry and Voldermort. What will happen? Who will survive? A short fan fic come and read.