Draco looked down at Harry in surprise. What was so funny? Odd moment for humor he thought. Harry looked up at Draco and stared into his silver eyes. Draco held back a gasp. The pain and the guilt he had previously seen was gone. Harry was looking at him with wonder and warmth. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life, and it was directed at him. "What's so funny?" He whispered not trusting his voice to speak louder.
Harry smiled warmly at him. "Irony. That's what is funny." Harry could see the confusion in Draco's eyes. "Draco Malfoy the boy who was the bane of my existence for so long is my own personal savior." He told him with a small sweet smile. Draco blushed. Harry's words sent a shiver down his spine. Harry thought he was a savior? Draco shook his head confused.
"I mean it Draco. I have been lost for so long. Even before the war. I have been killing myself slowly trying to please everyone. Always doing what was expected of me even if it was too much for me. Never complaining. I have been a tool for the fight for so long. No one once asked me what I wanted. Nope. It was always demanded of me. They just assumed that since I am the boy-who-lived that I wanted to fight in a war. That I would just automatically want to save them. A war to protect fickle, spineless arse hats who were too afraid themselves to do something. They thrusted this responsibility on a mere child just emerging into their world. They let me bare the stress of the whole world while they did nothing but sit at home on their arses while I risked my life. That took its toll on me. I was losing myself. Not even sure who I was anymore. I have been slowly cracking for years. It only got worse during the war. I know it's only been three days since I killed him. But those three days have felt like an eternity. An eternity of despair. I was going crazy. I really was. I have no doubt that I would not have lasted much longer. Either I was going to go insane and need to be locked up in St. Mungos or... I probably would have just ended it all." Draco gasped in horror. He would have killed himself? His heart clenched at the thought. No. No. It was so wrong. Harry couldn't die. Not after everything he had gone through.
"I couldn't see past the pain or the guilt. I couldn't see anything. Couldn't feel anything. I just wasn't myself. I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror. It was that bad. But Draco you have saved me." Draco's heart started beating faster. "It will take time to get back to where I will be healthy and at one hundred percent. But for the first time in my whole life I am okay. I feel so free Draco. I can feel again. It's not much but it is a start and it is all thanks to you." Harry threw his arms around Draco's neck and hugged him tightly.
Draco smiled and hugged him back just as tightly. He never felt more relieved in his whole life. He had been so worried about Harry since the moment he sat down. When he saw the haunted look in those beautiful emerald eyes he had been so scared for him. But now, he felt giddy with relief. Harry was going to be okay. That thought alone made his heart feel like it was dancing.
"Thank you." Harry whispered. Draco smiled. "Harry, you are more than welcome. I am just glad that I could help at all." He told him with as much feeling as he could possibly muster. Harry closed his eyes and drank in the warmth from the sweet slytherin beside him. He sighed in content. He could stay like this all forever. The thought alone sent him into a wave of confusion. What was it about Draco Malfoy that made him feel so safe? So wanted? So complete? He was feeling things so strongly and so deeply that they scared him. He had never in his life felt this way. Not even about Ginny or Cho. They paled in comparison. It had only been a couple of hours with Draco and he was feeling like he had known him his whole life. It was as if nothing else mattered. This was so confusing. In the past, he probably would have run away screaming at his emotions. Damning the fates and damning his own existence. But now he found he simply didn't care. He wanted Draco Malfoy and he was going to get what he wanted. It was too soon to act on this but he would eventually get him. He just needed to know how Draco felt about him first. He leaned away slightly so that he could look into Draco's eyes. He almost swooned at the warmth and care that he could see in them. In the past Draco's eyes were always a hard steel. Never showing any other emotion except contempt. But now, staring into deep silver pools of tenderness, Harry had to wonder how he could ever have considered the other teen as cold.
Draco had felt a shift in Harry. He was confused as to what was going on. When Harry looked into his eyes he felt as if he was in a trance. He could see determination in his eyes. He was unsure of what Harry was so determined about but he loved the emotions he could pick out in his eyes. They were beautiful, so green. A cross between the rarest of emeralds and a dark grassy hill. But not just his eyes. Everything about Harry was beautiful. His hair, his lips, his nose, his skin, his hands, his whole body, his personality, his caring nature, the pure aura of Harry was beautiful. He had to mentally slap himself to stop his train of thought. He had known ages ago that his obsession with Harry had turned into a crush. A big giant one. But crushes w ere for children. Not war hardened men. What he felt for Harry went past that. He wanted Harry Potter in every way imaginable. He wanted to be there for Harry every single day for the rest of his life. He wanted to take care of Harry, wanted to be the one he wakes up to each morning. He wanted to be the person Harry thought of when needing to tell about his day too. He just wanted to be with him. He was determined to get this. Not once in his entire life had he stood up for himself. He never went against his father's wishes. He never got what he wanted. But he would be damned to let that continue. He fought in a war for fucks sake. Sure, it was on the wrong side. But still! Draco was no longer the coward he used to be. He was going to get Harry Potter. First, he just needed to figure out how to do that.
Harry saw determination in Draco's eyes. He wondered what that was about. He smiled at Draco and his smile grew when the smile was returned. He felt as if he was forgetting something. His smile fell slightly. "Oh, I almost forgot about the rest of the story." He laughed at himself. Draco chuckled. He had been so focused on his feelings for Harry that he had also forgot about the story.
Harry rearranged himself in Draco's lap so he could look at Draco's face more comfortably. He didn't want to get off. Draco smiled when Harry sat back down. Maybe his feelings were being returned. Surely Harry didn't sit on just anybody. He didn't want Harry to get back up. He liked the warmth and comfort the other boy brought.
"So while everyone was in the great hall looking after their loved ones I slipped out and went into Dumbledore's office and used his pensive to see Snape's memories. And let me tell you, it was a life changing experience." Draco eyes widened. Life changing? What could his godfather possibly have in his memories that were life changing? The man isn't that interesting.
"Before Snape started Hogwarts he met Lily Evans. My mother." If possible Draco's eyes widened further. Say what? "They became fast friends. She kept doing accidental magic a lot. Snape told her what was happening and explained all he could about magic and Hogwarts. Snape didn't have the kindest childhood either. His dad was a muggleborn and hated magic. My mother's sister hated magic. Said it made my mum a freak. When they got on the Hogwarts express both of them were excited. They were leaving behind their not so happy childhood for the safety of Hogwarts. Snape was telling her all about how he was going to be in Slytherin just like his mother was and her family before that. Lily didn't particularly care about which house she was placed in. She just wanted to be in the same house as Snape. Now my father and Sirius over heard this conversation and made fun of Snape for wanting to be in Slytherin." Harry narrowed his eyes. He was still ticked off at his dad for that.
"Lily disliked my father immediately after that. Snape was her best friend. Not to mention only friend. She was placed in Gryffindor while he was placed in Slytherin. Despite that they were still best friends. The only problem was as the years grew on Snape grew more interested in the Dark Arts. As were his friends in Slytherin. Lily did not agree with this, she disliked a lot of his friends in Slytherin. One day, Sirius and my father cornered Snape and an argument resulted. They were rude and uncalled for. Lily tried to intervene but to Snape it made him appear weak. He snapped and called her a mudblood." Draco sucked in a breath sharply. Severus was always harping on the slytherins for such language. They all assumed that it had to do with his father being a muggle. He felt slightly guilty, Draco used that word quite a lot. Partly to hold up the image that his father wanted. But partly because that's just what you do in Slytherin. He didn't exactly feel guilty for calling people of that status a mudblood. It's what they are. Just as he is a pureblood and Harry a half-blood. The name itself went back since the founder's time. Muggleborns just took offense to the word when it wasn't meant to be. They needed a class and that was the name, it was never intended to be an insult. As the years went by and new cultures came into the wizarding world the word was twisted into something it just wasn't. A mudblood hadn't meant to signify dirty blood like they thought. It was just to signify that their magic came from a different source then purebloods and half-bloods. Many years ago the purebloods tried explaining this but people see injustice w here there isn't. It is easier to victimize yourself then to admit that you could have been wrong.
"She was gutted. The word itself wasn't uncommon. Slytherins were always calling her one. But to hear it from Snape of all people hurt her. He tried apologizing immediately. But she wouldn't forgive him. He kept trying for days but she wouldn't listen. I could tell how sorry he was. The moment he said it, he wanted to take it back. That much was obvious. I wish I could say that I understood what was going through my mum's mind. But I don't. It wasn't even the worst thing he could have called her but he was still obviously sorry. She knew it but didn't care. I don't get it. But maybe that is just me. Maybe I am more forgiving than others. I don't know." Draco smiled slightly. Harry was a very forgiving person. But he had to agree with him. That was a bit extreme to end a friendship of so many years over a slip up. But at the same time, he could see where her anger could come from. That was a big slip up.
"I am not sure if he was in love with my mother or just really good friends. It was hard to tell. There was love for sure but it didn't look like he was in love with her. I want to ask him but I feel that it do more harm than good. Plus he is not the most social guy around." Harry smirked. Draco snorted. Severus social? Laughable. That's like saying the Dark Lord was a nice guy.
"After he lost her friendship he was depressed. I believe that pushed him further into the Dark Arts. He willingly joined Voldemort right out of Hogwarts. It was not like you Draco. He chose this. He quickly climbed the ladders and became one of Voldemorts best deatheaters. He wanted Snape to get a position at Hogwarts to spy on Dumbledore. While Dumbledore was doing the interviews, Snape listened in and caught the beginning of a prophecy." Draco's eyes widened in recognition.
"Professor Trelawney was there for the divination spot and during the interview she had an actual premonition. It was the prophecy that was put in the ministry. Snape only heard the beginning portion where it talked about a child being born with the power to vanquish Voldemort. It said that a child would be born to those who have thrice defied him, born in July. That was all he had heard because he had been found out by the owner. He immediately rushed back to Voldemort and told him everything he had heard." Draco scowled. He was not happy with his godfather, no one had told him about this. He wondered if his father even knew. Maybe, considering he was a deatheater at that time too.
"There was more to the prophecy though. It mentioned that the child would have powers that the Dark Lord did not. If he had heard that he may not have ever bothered with coming after me. Who knows? Personally, I think he still would have. He would have seen it as a cocky thing. No one could possibly have powers he didn't have. So I think he still would have come after me." Draco smirked at the sarcasm in Harry's voice. "Now I am going to tell you something but you can't laugh." Harry warned him with amusement in his voice. Draco was curious. He nodded his agreement. "Okay. There were two children born in July who could have fit the prophecy." Draco was stunned. Two? "One was me. And the other was a pureblood." Draco's eyes widened. What?
"Now going off everything Voldemort preached about purebloods and how more powerful they are than everyone else, you would think to him that the pureblood child would be the one that he would go after." Draco nodded along. It would make sense. "But Voldemort himself was a half blood." Draco gasped. He had heard rumors about that but he never actually believed them. It seemed too wild to be true. His father couldn't have known, there is no way a Malfoy would bow to a half-blood.
Harry laughed at his reaction. "Yes. His father was a muggle. When he chose which kid to go after, he went after the one who was like him. To me that shows how much stock he put into his own beliefs if he was going to go after me. Now if he had gone after the other child I would have grown up normal with no fame. And the Savior of the world, the-boy-who-lived and the golden boy would have been..." Draco was dying with anticipation. "Neville." There was silence. Draco blinked for several long seconds before he burst out into laughter.
He laughed so hard it shook Harry who was still on top of him. Harry tried to look stern but Draco's laughter was making him smile. He was not going to laugh with him though. Neville was a great guy. Draco couldn't help it. Neville Longbottom the golden boy? He had never in his life heard anything as ridiculous as that. The pure craziness to it made him laugh harder than he ever had in his life. To think that if Voldemort had gone after Neville that perhaps he would be pining after him instead of Harry. That thought was chilling enough to stop the laughing. Ew. No way. He shook his head. No, it was more than just being Harry that he liked. He liked his personality and his heart. He knew that even if Neville had been the golden boy that he would still be pining over Harry.
Draco grinned at Harry. "Sorry Harry. I couldn't help it." He said with absolutely no sincerity. Harry narrowed his eyes in mock anger. "You know Neville is a great guy." Harry told him smiling.
"I am sure he is. I don't even know him. It's just the shock of it all that got me." He said rubbing his hands across Harry's back. Harry tried to respond. He really did but those hands were so distracting. He shook his head and forced any thoughts away.
"Okay enough silliness. Let's continue." Draco smiled. He could tell he had been distracting Harry. That thought alone made him happy. Perhaps he stood a chance at winning his heart after all.
"So, after Voldemort told his deatheaters that he was going to go after Lily and James Potter's child Snape begged him to spare Lily. No one else by Lily." Draco narrowed his eyes. "I was only slightly insulted at that. Voldemort refused. Said that she would have to die as well. He pretended to go along with him. He rushed to Dumbledore and begged him to protect her. Dumbledore was not very trusting of Snape. He was also a little disgusted that he had already asked Voldemort to only spare Lily. But Snape agreed to be his spy in return for keeping the Potter's safe." Draco was stunned. Snape had turned spy that long ago? He had been a spy for that long? Impressive, even if he was disturbed that his godfather hadn't cared what would happen to Harry and James Potter.
"After they died Snape was distraught. Dumbledore told him that Voldemort was not truly gone. That he would come back. Snape was disgusted. He never wanted to go back to Voldemort if the man came back. But Dumbledore told him there would be a time when he would have to go back. The only reason he was there with Dumbledore was to save the only remaining link to Lily Potter." Draco smiled slightly. Who would have guessed Snape had a soft spot?
"I think the only reason he hates me so much is that I look like my dad. But that's not my fault. I would change it if I could." Harry looked at Draco sadly. Anger coursed through Draco. He loved Severus he really did but he was going to be getting a stern talking to the next time he saw him.
"Dumbledore went over all the plans and all of the things that he figured was going to happen in the near future. One thing that I need to explain is the seventh Horcrux. Dumbledore knew about it the whole time and he never told me about it. Never. Not once." Harry grit his teeth in anger. How could Dumbledore have blind sighted him like that? It isn't like he didn't have the time. They spent so many hours together during his sixth year. He had ample opportunity to do so. Draco tensed slightly. He had a bad feeling about this.
"The night Voldemort came to kill me a piece of his soul broke off at the act and he unknowingly created a Horcrux. The piece of the soul latched onto the only living thing in the room." Draco gasped and gripped Harry tighter. "He never even knew. The whole time he didn't even know. He was so beyond repair that he didn't even know how badly his soul was. Seven times. Bloody hell that is unthinkable." Harry sighed lost in thoughts about Voldemort.
Draco coughed a little to get Harry's attention. "You said that Dumbledore knew?" He asked a little disgruntled. Anger flashed in Harry's eyes. Draco thought it made those emerald eyes greener and brighter. "Yes. He also knew that if I was to face off against Voldemort and to truly kill him that ALL of the Horcruxes w ould have to be destroyed. Including me." Draco growled out in anger. He didn't even realize how tight his grip was on Harry. Harry smiled slightly. It was nice to have someone react like this over him.
"What kills me is that he didn't even tell me. That's what pisses me off. I am not a fragile little boy. He could have told me. My whole life I was groomed to become the weapon that would kill Voldemort and he couldn't even muck up the courage to tell me that I would have to die in the end. Where is the Gryffindor in him? He calmly told Snape that I would have to die, with zero emotions. Like my death wouldn't even matter. In the memory, Snape was pissed. He couldn't understand why he had painstakingly kept me alive all these years to just off me at the right time. I was slightly touched at that. He ended up admitting he was only doing it for Lily. But hey he was still angry on my half so I can pretend it was for me." Draco snorted and shook his head.
"There were some other memories. Like the day I turned 17 and was taken away from the Dursleys and we were attacked by deatheaters. Snape was with them but he also was casting spells against deatheaters when no one was looking. Gutsy if you ask me. But when has Snape ever been timid?" Draco burst out into a fit of laughter. The words 'timid' and 'Snape' did not belong in the same sentence.
"Also, he was the one to cast the patronus." Draco gasped. Really? He would have to ask Severus about it sometime. Harry saw the shock on his face. "Yes. He was the one to put the sword out there. Why it had to be in a bloody frozen pool I will never know. I am sure he could have figured out another way to give it to me. A warmer way. I think he just missed torturing me in detentions. So it was payback." Harry said with a mischievous glint to his eyes. Draco laughed, surprised at Harry's humor. That was one thing he did not know about Harry. Since he had never been graced with the pleasure of being close enough to him. He was going to find out every single thing about Harry from now on.
"Yes that is probably true. I think he missed your wonderful potion skills." Draco teased. Harry pouted causing the Slytherin to laugh warmly. "I am not that bad." Draco gave him an incredulous look. "Okay maybe I am but I am at least better than Ron and Neville at potions! You have got to at least give me that." Draco pretended to think it over. Harry rolled his eyes. "Alright I suppose I will give you that one." Draco finally conceded. Harry threw his hands up in the air in triumph, causing Draco to roll his eyes and hide a grin.
"You know Snape is one of the bravest people I have ever met." Draco arched an eyebrow. "I know he doesn't like me but everything he did for me, it means a lot to me. No one has ever looked out for me like that. He hated me but he did it anyways. I admire him Draco. I just wish I could tell him that. I wish he could see past my father to see me. I want him to see Harry. Just Harry. After everything he did for me I would love to get to know him. There are not many people who would do that for someone. I know he loved my mother but she treated him so poorly after that night. I wish she would have forgiven him. I wish my father hadn't been such a prat to him. I wish I could change things. I don't want to be hated for things that are out of my control." Harry bit his lips to stop the tears. He was not going to cry over Snape. Draco's heart clenched. Snape treated him like rubbish and he was over here admiring him still? Good lord he is amazing.
"Okay moving on." Harry said with a grin that didn't match the sadness in his eyes. "So after the memories I had the new knowledge that I was meant to die all along. Not morbid at all." Draco snorted. "But to be honest I was kind of glad." All humor vanished as Draco frowned. "Don't look at me like that Draco. I was not in a good frame of mind at the time. The dead faces I had seen an hour previously were still haunting me. I was actually okay with this. On my way out of the castle I found Neville and told him that he would have to find a way to destroy Nagini. I knew that after I died that the Ron, Hermione and Neville could do it. I had to leave my faith in my friends. So I made my way over to the forest where Voldemort and the death eaters were. Before I was too far in I remembered something that Dumbledore left me in his will." Draco was surprised that Dumbledore left him anything. But if he was going to leave a student anything it would be to Harry.
Harry reached into his bag and pulled out the snitch. He pressed into Draco's palm. Draco looked at it curiously. "He left you an old snitch?" He asked confused. Harry smiled and nodded. "It was the first snitch I ever caught. Do you remember that game?" He asked. Draco thought back to the first time he saw Harry play. He smiled when he remembered how proud he was of Harry that day. He was glad to see Harry so excited about something. He furrowed his brows trying to remember how he caught the snitch.
"Wait isn't this the one that you almost swallowed?" He asked, wondering where this was leading. Harry's smile grew bigger. "Yes it was." He told him as he wrapped his hand around Draco's and leaned in till his face was very close to Draco's. Draco's heart started beating fast. His breath caught in his throat. What was Harry doing? Harry heard Draco's breathing hitch and he smiled internally at that. Maybe he had a chance with Draco after all.
He waited until there was only the snitch in between their mouths. He let out a small breath on the snitch and leaned away. Draco wanted to close his eyes when he felt Harry's hot breath ghost across his face. He forced them to remain open. When Harry leaned away Draco let out a breath of half frustration and half out of relief. Harry lit up his wand and that was when Draco saw words form on the snitch. He frowned. "I open at the close. Well that is vague. What rubbish is this?" He asked a little irritated at the lack of a clue and from the strange closeness they just shared.
Harry laughed. "I thought the same thing. Like he couldn't have left me a letter with some type of clue in it. I honestly had no idea what it was about until I started walking into the forest. It was like a light bulb flicked on and I knew what I had to do." Harry stopped talking at the confused look on Draco's face.
"Light bulb?" Draco asked trying to wrack his brain of what in the world that could be. Harry laughed loudly. "Sorry it is a muggle expression. A light bulb is something Muggles use to light up their houses." He said grinning at the wonder in Draco's eyes. "Really? How does that work? Bulb? That sounds like glass. They have glass that lights up?" He asked genuinely interested. Harry thought the expression on Draco's face reminded him of Mr. Weasley when he was around anything Muggle related. Harry smirked at Draco.
"Ask me that later. I promise to explain it okay?" He asked with amusement sparkling in his eyes. Draco huffed. He could tell Harry thought his interest was funny but he loved the way his eyes were sparkling in mirth so he figured he could put up with it. He smiled and nodded his agreement.
"When I walked into the forest I knew what I had to do." Harry leaned back in. "I am about to die." He said quietly. Draco's eyebrows rose at his words. There was a small click and the snitch opened revealing... nothing. It was empty. "What was in it?" Draco asked with excitement. His mind was reeling with the possibilities of what could have been in there. It would have had to been something small. Maybe a ring? Or jewel? Or even something shrunk down?
"It was the final Hallow." Draco's jaw opened in shock. That was not something he was prepared for. Harry smirked, he loved seeing the different expressions on his face. He doubted very many people ever got to see a surprised Draco before. "Yes. It was the resurrection stone. Voldemort was never interested in this Hallow. Why would he? Who did he want to see? The stone had been a part of the ring that Dumbledore destroyed with the sword." Draco's eyes lit with understanding.
"The one that blackened his hand?" He asked. Harry nodded impressed. "Yes. The same one. Voldemort may not have had any interest in the stone but to Dumbledore and to me it was something precious." Draco hugged Harry closer to him. "I only used it the one time. I knew it couldn't really bring the dead back to life, just a part of them. Like a ghost but not quite. I was about to die, I wanted to see them one last time. The stone showed me my parents and Sirius. They told me how brave I was, they told me how proud they were of me. I tried apologizing to Sirius but he told me that I had nothing to apologize for. They told me they would be with me until the end. Seeing them that last time made everything okay. I could do it. I could face my death. I could willingly go to my death to save everyone. So that is what I did." Draco was amazed at the courage it took for Harry to do that. Merlin knows he never would have been able to do that.
"I calmly walked into the rest of the forest and I confronted Voldemort. The stone had slipped from my hands somewhere in the forest. My wand was tucked away, I didn't even lift a single finger in my defense. I let him do it. He cast the killing curse on me and his aim was true." Draco gasped. How is he still alive?
"I can see the question in your eyes. You are wondering how I am alive. That is a good question. I am not entirely sure myself. I believe that when he cast the killing curse at me it resonated with the part of Voldemort's soul that was inside me and it killed that off. I was not actually dead." Draco was amazed. Harry survived a full-blown killing curse again? And lived? It was insane. "I actually was taken to crossroads if you will. It looked like Kings Cross Station, except everything was so white and bright. I could have gotten on a train and gone into the after life or I could be sent back to finish off Voldemort." Draco was gobsmacked. Harry could have just left? "That was the hardest decision I have ever had to make in my life. You have no idea how hard it was to go back. I didn't want to. What did this life have for me? There was nothing good waiting for me back here. Death was painless, the curse hadn't hurt. I could have easily got on that train without a second thought. I wanted to give the rest of the world a two finger salute and say you handle Voldemort now. It would have served them right." Harry paused narrowing his eyes. Draco wasn't sure what to think. He could understand where Harry was coming from but the selfish part of him was mourning the thought of Harry dying and never being given this opportunity to get to know him.
"But my whole life had been built up to this moment. The moment to finally get rid of the evil bastard. How could I walk away now? I knew I had to go back. No matter how much I dreaded the thought, I had to finish this. With my decision made, I was sent back." Draco was proud of Harry for having the courage to come back. Other people might have thought it was common sense to come back. After all, who wants to die? But knowing the things that Harry has gone through, death would have been the easiest thing for him. Coming back took a lot of guts to do. It was resigning yourself to the fate that you never wanted to begin with. Because death was Harry's ticket out of his messed up life. To willingly choose to come back to that fate was something that Draco was very proud of Harry for.
"The attack influenced Voldemort as well. He was blown backwards from it. He didn't dare approach me. I think he was afraid. He sent your mum." Draco gave a small smile. "She knew right away I was still alive. I think that scared her. That I could take on the curse and still be alive. It should have been impossible. She asked me if you were still alive. I told her you were. She lied to Voldemort and told him I was dead. She saved my life that day Draco. Your mother is a brave person. I see where you get it from." Draco blushed at the compliment. He was proud of his mother. Not many people would willingly lie to Voldemort. And she did for him and to save the wizarding world as well.
"I was carried out by Hagrid to the front of the castle. I am not sure what exactly you saw so I will just explain it anyways. I could see the disbelief on everyone's faces when we got there. I watched as Neville used the sword of Gryffindor to slice of Nagini's head. I was so proud of him. I knew he had been a good choice. This was it. There was no other Horcruxes. All seven were gone. This was my chance. When they all realized I was still alive I could hear the cheers from the light side and I could hear the cries of disbelief from the deatheaters. One by one they all started apparating away. If it hadn't been such a serious moment I probably would have laughed at their cowardice." Harry and Draco snorted. "But I can see where they were coming from. I mean I had just been sent a killing curse. I was defenseless. No one was there to die for me that time. The spell hit me dead on and I still survived. If I had been someone other than who I am I probably would have been afraid as well." Harry shook his head in amusement.
Draco thought about it and he had to agree. It is something unbelievable. To have survived the curse twice. He had to admit that if he hadn't been pining after Harry for so long he probably would have been afraid as well.
"I could see the fear in Voldemort's eyes. He couldn't figure out how I was still alive. I taunted him. I couldn't help it. It is not every day you see a scared Voldemort." Harry smirked. "I told him all about Snape. I told him how the elder wand would never work for him. How I was the true master. I could see the wand light up at my words. He knew it. The wand knew it. He cast the killing curse at me one more time, I used the expeliarmus curse at him and it sent his own spell straight back at him. He was dead. Officially dead. For good." Harry smiled at that. It was the first time he smiled when thinking about Voldemort's death.
Draco smiled hugely at Harry. It was a little hard to wrap his mind over all of the details. It was a tad bit overwhelming. To think how powerful and amazing the boy on his lap was. A sudden thought occurred to Draco.
"What did you do with the elder wand?" He asked genuinely curious. Harry smiled. "Well I used the wand to fix my wand that Hermione broke. I didn't want the elder wand. It had a bad track record. I did not want any relation to it what so ever. So I snapped it in half and chucked it off the bridge." Draco was stunned. What? He had the most powerful wand ever to exist and he bloody broke it? Say what???