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For the Want of a Nail	By : thewickednix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4934 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 28. The Sacrifice

When I open my eyes, all around me is light. A moment I believe that I really have died, until I feel the cold wet ground below me. As I slowly regain my eyesight, I see someone standing over me. For a second I think it is my mother, until that image is brutally shattered.
"Oh, whom do we have here?"
Bellatrix laugh cuts through the air like a gunshot, her voice sounding even more maniacal than usual. I try to move but my head is still spinning and my vision is off, so the only good I really manage to do is kick my aunt in the shin.
She hisses viciously, before her voice turns into a chuckle once more. "You think you can escape from me, do you? Itsy bitsy little Draco." she teases in a song-song voice, getting down on the ground and leaning further over me. I claw at her, my nails ripping her shoulder bloody, but she only keeps snickering. "The brat Potter killed our Lord. And what did you do?" Suddenly her voice turns dangerous. "You saved him! It wasn't enough what you did to Rodolphus! You had to jump in front Potter!"
My aunt leans closer to me, whispering as she raises an indulged eyebrow. "You love him, don't you?" As she sees my eyes widen, she chuckles merrily. "I saw that kiss you exchanged. No use denying it."
Bellatrix leans back, a bitter, vicious smile spreading on her lips. "That brat destroyed everything I love most. Now I'm going to destroy something of his!"
Before I have time to react she raises her arm, and seconds later I feel a tearing pain in my chest. I gasp for air as a burning pain violates my body, spreading like flames to every corner of my being. Bellatrix rises to her feet and my body convulses as she withdraws the weapon from my chest. The wooden stake glistens of blood.
Something distracts my aunt, and she looks over her shoulder, smiling silently as she turns back to me. Her voice is thick with mirth. "For what you did, little Draco, this is barely a punishment at all. You deserved worse." And she disappears from my reign of vision.

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It takes a long moment for me to realise that Voldemort really has fallen. Swung away by the power of the spell, he is lying in the grass, unmoving. Voldemort is dead. And I'm still alive.
Oh God. Draco.
Suddenly I regain my senses, and look around for Draco. I see him lying immobile on the ground almost twenty yards away. A woman I recognize as Bellatrix is standing over him, and moves away with a terrible smile as she sees me. In a second I have forgotten all about Voldemort, and I almost fall over my feet as I start running towards Draco. Tremor rises within me as I watch the witch disappear. Remus steps in my way, and somewhere in the background I hear the sound of the Aurors casting spells on Voldemort's corpse.
"Calm down, Harry." Remus says calmly, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Draco is a vampire. A spell can't hurt him."
I hear the sense in Remus' words, but in the pit of my stomach I feel that something is wrong. I shrug off the werewolf's hand and proceed towards Draco. In the mud I slip and fall, but pay no mind to it as I desperately crawl forward.
I fall to Draco's side in the mud, taking in his weak form. His clothes are soaked, his black robe drenched with dew. His features are strikingly pale against the dark ground, his blond locks forming a halo around his head.
"Harry," he croaks, eyes slowly focusing on me. I sigh out in relief.
"Thank God," I manage to finally breathe again. "I almost though-"
Draco cuts me off with a small cough, his whole body convulsing from the small movement. Tremor rises within me anew. "What's wrong? Draco? What-" My words get caught in my throat as I watch Draco's blood-tainted hand frantically clamp around his chest. "Draco, let me see."
He looks at me pointedly for a second, but obediently removes his hand without a word. I now see that the cloth around his chest is ripped, and the shirt on his left ribs is tainted red. With a trembling hand I reach out to touch the wound, Draco shuddering in pain beneath me.
"This can't be too bad, right?" I utter, desperately seeking confirmation from Draco's pale features.
But I receive only a small, sad smile. "Harry..." he mumbles softly, grabbing my hand with his shaking, clammy one. "What do you feel?"
I stare down at him, confused and frightened. What do I feel? Scared to death, terrified by having him on the ground before me. Wounded, his clammy hand holding mine-

Clammy.

I draw in a fast intake of breath and grab both of his hands in mine, trying to stop us both from trembling. "Draco..." is all I manage to say, for my mouth seems suddenly filled with ash.
"So you see," he says softly, holding on to my hand tightly. "Warm."
And he is right. His hands, which I have learned to love as cold and stony, are now hot and sweaty.
"I don't understand..." I mumble, covering his cheek with one hand while running my other hand gently over his wounded chest.
"Harry-" Draco begins, but is cut off when another cough takes over his body. "Harry," he starts anew as the convulsing stops. "Bellatrix."
"Yeah, I saw her." I state, still seeming to miss the important. "But she can't hurt you. You can't be hurt, you-" And that's when my hand brushes over his heart.
His beating heart.
"Do you remember what I told all of you-" he croaks, gathering a new breath of air. "the first time I came to the Order meeting?"
Frantically I play the events of that night through my head, desperate to find the connection. He spoke about being immortal, about not being able to die. Unless-

"-that is to be my lot until someone is kind enough to plunge a wooden stake into my chest."

Draco smiles comfortingly as realisation dawns on me.

Oh God.

"No!" I gasp, staring at the boy in front of me in unreasonable disbelief. "You can't die! You're a vampire, you're immortal...you're-" Tears well over as I break down and sob against his chest. "...You're my Draco."
And he smiles again, a trembling hand coming up to wipe away my tears. "Harry, all humans die. In death, even I become human again."
"No...!" I can only sob, clinging to Draco's hand on my face. He strokes my cheek gently, his silver eyes shining through a veil of tears.
"I'm not afraid." he croaks, voice raw and breathless. "There is nothing in death that frightens me." His hands shake softly. "But I'm afraid to leave you. I'm afraid..." Draco smiles sadly, even as his body convulses from the pain. "I'm afraid you'll forget me."
"I won't! No!" I exclaim, furiously claiming his hand. "No! Because you won't die! You won't leave me! You can't leave me...!" My voice breaks into uncontrollable sobs. Draco clenches my hand one final time, still bearing that beautiful smile upon his face.
"Don't forget."

His heart stops beating just as the Aurors reach the scene.
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