Mirror World 3/3

Mirror World (3/3)

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

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I close my eyes. I’m so tired. My wand is thrown and maybe snapped somewhere. The sky is dark, the ground cold and muddy as rain falls and washes everything; the blood, especially. I smile sardonically. Even the Nature gives such an appropriate setting for the Final Battle.

Dark clouds and raging storms are present just like in the movie cliché while hundreds of wizards and witches battling each other. The smell of flesh burning, the pained screams, and the sight of blood running... it all makes a strange harmony here.

The most beautiful and scary thing though... is the green light. It flashes everywhere. I must have lost my mind when I thought the green flash of Avada Kedavra as a firework. I chuckle slightly and immediately cough soon after. Blood dripping to my chin, falling towards my robe but it doesn’t matter. My robe is black and even it has change colour since the blood matting it is too much.

 My stomach is gaping. A Slashing curse. I don’t even know who cast it. It might be Aurors or even my fellow Death Eaters. It doesn’t matter though, because they haven’t taken my life yet. He hasn’t broken his promise yet.

He will never break his promise. I know that.

“Malfoy? Oh Merlin, no. Malfoy? Malfoy?!”

Ah... see? I know he will never break his promise.

I open my eyes and his scar is the first thing I see. Ironic. He is kneeling besides me now, lifting my head gently and placing it on his lap. His face is dirty with blood and mud and soot. There is blood dripping from his cheek and his glasses is crooked. I do wonder how it can still be in place.

“Malfoy?! Come on! Don’t die!”

He sounds so scared... so afraid. For what though? This is my Fate, Harry. I’ve told you so. You sappy Gryffindor should have learn to look at reality by now, shouldn’t you?

“Wait, Malfoy... Snape gives me potions, for emergency. I think I still have one left. Please don’t die yet, please...”

You are rambling, Harry. Silly Gryffindor, always caring too much about other people.

“...ry...” I can’t even speak properly, how shameful. I lift a shaky hand to touch his face. It’s quite an effort and soon after, my hand falls back, having not enough strength to keep it lifted.

“keep... promise.” I hope he understands.

I watch him closely and can tell the exact moment he understand what I mean. His eyes widened and what colour left on his face is gone. He is as pale as a dead body now. Maybe almost as pale as me.

...Heh, it’s a bad joke.

“No, no Malfoy. You’re not going to die! I- I can’t keep that promise!! No...”

Oh no, Harry. You do. You can keep the promise. I’m sure you can.

I stare at your green eyes. My lips aren’t moving from their small smile. I know you will be able to keep the promise, you just need a moment to defeat your denial.

“Malfoy... D-Draco...”

Ah, you sneaky little bastard. How dare you using my first name at this time. That’s worthy a Slytherin, Harry.

“Draco... I... I’m so sorry...”

Warm lips descended to mine. I can taste the salty tears from Harry and I don’t think it will be bad even it is going to be the last thing I taste.

“I lo...ve you, Ha...ry.” I’m sorry, Harry but I can’t let go before I tell you that. I’m so sorry.

Your eyes are closed when you point your wand at me. I can see tears running freely on your cheek and then, I can see the tip of your wand glowing green. Ah... so the firework will begin soon. I wish it’ll be so pretty.

“...Avada Kedavra.”

The firework goes off.

I close my eyes in gratitude...because Harry has fulfilled his promise.

I just wish... next time I open my eyes, I will be at the Mirror World.

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 ~Fin