Everlasting

I was given something great, then had it so hastily taken away. I learned to feel, and then I lost all feeling. I learned to love, and then I lost my lover. I was given a reason to live, and then I was given a reason to die.

For Harry and me it was something different, something special. Not likely do such enemies become friends and not often do friends, who were once such enemies, become lovers. Through it all Harry and I persevered, until now. We stood together through the ridicule, the pain, the agony, the tears, the bliss, the laughter, the delight and even the Final Battle, but now when I need him most, to comfort and to hold me, to wipe away my tears and make my world complete with a kiss, he is gone.

It had been three years since our time at Hogwart's had ended. Since then I had cleaned up my act, I went against what everyone thought and did not join the Dark Side yet became a full supporter of the light. I did this because I loved Harry, and because Harry loved me. To say the least my father was not happy, and frankly I could never return home, but the long days and incredible nights with Harry made it all worth while. He taught me to love and be loved. He taught me to help and be helped. We were inseparable, or so we thought.

The time had come, the Final Battle was to take place, and I was next to Harry, ready to fight for my life, or die for Harry's. We would be victorious, in winning or loss, because we had overcome the unthinkable and were there together, but we were to have one last assured victory. Voldemort was feeble, we were sure to win, but in a way Harry's foolish Gryffindor bravery took his life, and saved me.

"Draco, no matter what happens out here, I love you, and nothing can change that. Don't worry about me, I love you so much."

Those were the last words I ever heard escape his lips, something I would remember forever, they would remind me of him, of our love and of his unending giving of himself for another.

"I have your back, Harry, until the end. I love you, we are inseparable. I love you more than you will ever know."

I am not one hundred percent sure that these are the last words Harry heard me say to him, I am not sure if he was able to hear my final declaration of love, but both were similar, both affirmed undying love.

The Battle of Light and Dark was a bloody, horrible chaos; there were allies and enemies littering a revolting battle site. The screams of suffering could be heard all around and the mass of dead carcasses littered the ground and air. Voldemort was weakened and has few supporters. The Light was sure to prevail; it was only a matter of time. Voldemort was running out of plans and support but he knew a way to get Harry to let down his guard, and thought it was cold-blooded; Voldemort did not play by the rules.

While I was out searching for supporters and finishing off a group of left behind death-eaters who were straggling behind, Voldemort approached. He had not been seen for days, He was only to come to finish off the strongest, not to deteriorate himself by fighting the paltry fights, and he saved himself for the moment he would be face to face with Harry Potter. I was still preoccupied with the death-eaters, which I may have had become if not for Harry and his absolute love, when I heard a blood-curling voice from behind. Afraid this may be my final moments and knowing the voice well, I turned and looked the devil, himself, straight in the eye.

"Draco, I am so disappointed. You had great potential, and I even liked you if that is possible, for I know no feeling. You could have been great, you could have been happy, you could have been powerful..." Voldemort spat condescendingly.

"What would you know about happy? And what would you know about power, you look pretty feeble to me now, what wrong, is this all too much for you?" I said bravely; inside I was uninsured if my action could be as strong as my words.

We exchanged hexes and dodged back and forth, neither aiming to hit, only to tire and confuse the other, when a tree root caused me to stumble and fall and to fall prey to Voldemort's wrath and a well aimed hex.

"Well, well, Draco," he spat icily, "not so strong now are we?"

I squirmed in intense pain on the ground. As always, it was wonder-boy to the rescue. It seemed in the same instant I hit the ground Harry was at my side.

"Oh, is this the Wonderful Boy-Who-Lived? Aw, he has come to save Draco Malfoy; you Gryffindor's are so loyal it's sick." Voldemort cackled. Harry never actually heard this, he was too busy fussing over me, but he did hear what came next.

"Face me boy, I wish to see what should have been destroyed twenty years ago and caused me all this suffering."

Harry unwillingly left my side, not out of fear for himself, but out of fear for me. He stood tall and proud, resembling his father in almost every way, and looked Voldemort straight into his cold, unfeeling eyes.

"Don't look for sympathy here; I have suffered those twenty years too, but in a different way, a human way, a painful and traumatizing way. Don't tell me about suffering, Voldemort, for you have no idea."

I was lying in pain and helpless on the ground. My wand had been knocked away and in the dark, I had no hope of finding it. I was supposed to back Harry up and I was letting him down.

The last few details are blurry, for I was concerned with finding my wand to help Harry and dealing with the pain that was surging through my body. I heard loud yells, exchanged spells, and the worst words I ever wanted to hear in my life, the Unforgivable Killing Curse leaving Voldemort's mouth and intended for at Harry. There was a blinding flash of green light, a high-pitched cackle, and a loud thud at my side. I knew what this meant, and rage over took my body.

I looked over to see my lover of over four years, stiff as stone on the ground. The eyes that were once so warm and so comforting were lifeless, and the once pink, soft lips I kissed so tenderly were now turning blue. I was lost for emotions, the mix of rage, distress, anger, hate, utter sadness and fury were so mixed he did not know what to feel. But he did feel loss, sadness, suffering, and thought a part of him died. Now was when I wanted to give up, but I realized now was when I needed to give my all.

I scrambled, for I knew what my fate was if I hesitated, and I found Harry's wand lying at his cold side. I picked it up and in a mix of wild rage and the need for vengeance I yelled the Killing Curse with all my might. That curse was for Harry, his parents which he tried so hard to avenge and all the cold-blooded murders that had been committed by Voldemort and his wand. As I watched Voldemort fall to the ground in a silent heap, I ran to see Harry.

Though his clothes were torn and he had several bruises, nothing seemed to mar his beautiful and angelic face. He had a look of peace upon his face, as if he knew that Voldemort was finally thwarted. I realized that Harry did not care who defeated Voldemort, as long as it was done.

After the battlefield was cleared and the survivors accounted for, the wizarding world was ecstatic. No, the death of Harry Potter did not go unnoticed or un-mourned but the sudden relief from the ever growing oppression was well needed and much deserved. I was not one to be happy, I had lost my all. My very world had crumbled at my feet at my expense. Yet I felt closure from the look on Harry's face the last time I saw it. He seemed to know what happened in the end, that I fought with his wand and defeated Voldemort at last and that the wizarding world was once again safe, and he seemed to be free of worry and back with his family. The one thing he wanted his whole life, a family, was now his.

Now when I think back on how I wanted to give up living, I realize I need to keep living for Harry. And thought he is not with me, our long days and our endless nights together flood my memory and I realize that our love was everlasting.