Broken Shards

Broken Shards

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Draco pressed his face to the glass, not even feeling the cold of the frozen window as he stared out at the bitter snow. The glass in front of his eyes fogged and a pale hand raised to wipe it away.

 

He moved back, away from the window and stared at the reflection of his study, once his father's study. He looked so lost in that reflection, a man, no, a boy, lost in a world he was never meant for.

 

He turned away from the window and walked past the cold fireplace, it's long dead ashes stirring with his movement but he paid no head. He sat at his desk, running his hands over the worn wood.

His reflection stared back at him, cold, haunted. He looked like an ice sculpture, not real. He opened a drawer and pulled out his wand, running his hands over the smooth wood before pointing it at himself, closing his eyes. "Avada Kedavra"

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A week before…

Harry watched the flames in the fireplace lick over the logs, letting the warmth seep into his cold, weary bones. December had come and with it his much needed vacation from the Ministry. Two years had passed since Voldemort had regained his power and followers. Harry was one of the warriors on the front lines, one of the few. The dream team, as Draco put it one night when they were training, had been working hard trying to bring Voldemort down, piece by piece, removing his supporters and waiting for him to crumble. Most of the 'team' was still hard at work, despite the late hour, moving the fight from their ministry offices to the Malfoy mansion.

Harry laid back, slipping off his glasses, listening to Ginny yell at her brothers for spilling hot chocolate all over the Dark Arts book she was reading. He smiled to himself when he heard Fred mutter something and Hermione yell a tongue binding curse that shut him up.

"I thought I'd find you here...you're always here."

Harry shifted and tilted his head back when he heard the study door open and squinted, trying to figure out who it was, only able to see a form and paleness. "Draco?"

"Who else would it be?"

"Nearly-Headless-Nick, the Bloody Baron, The Grey Lady..."

"Oh are they moving in now as well?"

"Why not, Hogwarts is no more, all they have left to haunt is the Forbidden Forest."

Draco sighed, sitting next to his lover. "I still think my father should have been killed for torturing Dumbledore."

"We all do, well, all except Fudge, the idiot."

Draco said nothing, just curled up with Harry on the floor, laying his head on the other boy's chest. Harry stroked his silvery hair and kissed his temple lightly. He thought back to what Draco had said when he entered the study and smirked, turning back to the fire. "Of course I was here, it's warm here."

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Fred, Ginny, Ron, and Percy watched silently as they laid Harry Potter's body to rest. Ginny held tightly to Ron's bandaged hand, tears flowing down her face as the casket was slowly lowered into the ground next to his
father's and mother's.

Percy handed a handkerchief to Dumbledore. The older man nodded his thanks, wiping his eyes that never seemed to want to stop crying. He handed it back to Percy whom wiped his own eyes before passing it down the line.

 

The tear stained cloth finally reached Draco whom stood apart from his friends, staring emotionlessly at the deep, black hole in the earth. He didn't move for a moment, before tossing the cloth into the hole, watching it come to rest next to the blanket of black roses covering the coffin. He silently turned away and walked back to his waiting limo, ignoring the Priest
starting the service.

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Hermoine stood silently in the study, staring at the cold and empty grate that was the fireplace. She shivered and glanced at the clock. "The funeral should be over now, their all heading home." She whispered, part of herself amazed at how stupid a statement she made.

 

She watched the house-elfs packing away the pictures of Harry, the little momentos Draco kept around the study. She turned away and opened a window, inhaling the cold, crisp air caused by the snowstorm. Harry shouldn't have been our there that night, he should have remembered his wand and cloak. All these should and shouldn't haves that floated through her mind, everything that Harry should or shouldn't have done that would have kept him from walking up to the store for Draco, that would have kept him safe and warm inside the study instead of on that stupid errand, that would have kept him from walking strait into Voldemort and getting killed. That would have kept him alive. She closed her eyes and turned away, closing the window. She left the study silently, not seeing the black limo pull up to the house.

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As the green flashed, killing it's cursor, he was thrown back and into the wall. The frozen window behind him shattered with the impact and as the broken shards rained down on the body below, the ash in the grate stirred, the long since dormant logs, flaring to life with a strange blue fire, feeling the study with a warmth that was as cold as the snow outside.