Here I Come My Love

The shadowy outline of a man appeared in the window of a moonlit tower of a secluded castle in the Scottish countryside. In the desolation up there it stood out marvelously and you could see him moving to sit on the ledge of the window.

'I wonder if it would hurt much?' Draco thought as he peered down. 'It would kill me. I'm only human, after all, and a fall from this height would kill anyone short of Voldemort himself.' His own mortality and vulnerability had proven to him over the last 24 hours. It had reminded him that he didn't live in a perfect world. Far from it.

For months he had slowly been dying inside watching the members of the order being killed off one by one. To know they would never come back from another mission had slowly torn him up from the inside. The grief had been unbearable. The only thing that had kept Draco sane was his lover, his beloved. His Harry never lost hope even though the war was not going their way. He was the inspiration of the entire wizarding world, and if he gave up, everyone else would also despair. Even when the Death Eaters had taken Hogwarts and gained control of the ministry, Harry had kept a strong face during the day; but oh how he had wept in Draco's arms in the night.

As Draco reflected, Harry had been the only constant in Draco's life after Hogwarts. No matter what had happened he had always been there to pick him up and dust him off. Harry had stood beside him when Draco had denied his father and joined the Order, and defended him when the other members had not trusted him. He had considered Harry his guardian angel, his immortal perhaps, because he had never imagined Harry could ever die or even be harmed.

But Draco's illusion of Harry's immortality had shattered around him today. The group of Death Eaters that they had been battling, the very one that had taken the lives of his comrades, had struck Harry down in battle. Harry had realized quickly into the fray that there would be no winning this time, yet on he had fought while the others had fled. Harry had tried to hold off the group long enough for Draco to escape, and as Draco looked back before he disapparated he saw Harry finally collapse. He had been hit with the killing curse. Harry had died trying to save him and the last thing Harry said was "My love." Though they had never said the words it was clear as day how they had loved each other with all their beings.

Even now, Draco could not remember how he had managed to disapparate. The only thing in his mind was the image of Harry falling to the ground, dead. It was seared into his mind forever. He had automatically come here, the top of the castle, in which they had first made love. It had always been and always would be their spot.

Draco could not think of a single a reason left to carry on living and defending. He wanted so deeply to escape the reality and pain. All he wanted to do was to be with his Harry again.

Coming to a final decision, Draco pushed all thought of pain out of his mind. In an effortless motion, he leaned forward, plummeting down to his death. It was kind of like flying. The only thought remaining with him though was, 'Here I come my love.'