About Two Boys: Twenty-Two
About Two Boys is a series of drabbles linking Harry and Draco's lives, a moment from each year starting with their births.
Previous parts: Birth - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21
Twenty-Two
After all the subterfuge to keep his family alive, of having a madman maul him, it came down to this. He was lying in his own blood after his aunt’s curse, with two Aurors pointing wands at him. Draco would have laughed if it didn’t hurt so much.
Hadn’t anyone told these idiots whose side he was on? That he was Potter’s spy? That it was his intelligence that had handed Voldemort to the Boy Who Lived?
Now he was going to die because they wouldn’t go for help.
Fucking brilliant.
Where was the Chosen One when you needed him?
*
Harry stared down at the man who’d killed his parents on this very spot twenty-one years ago. The last Horcrux had been inside Dumbledore’s Order of Merlin and Voldemort was finally dead.
He glanced at Hermione. “I need to find him...and Snape.”
She nodded. “Snape’s with Neville and Luna.”
“And Malfoy?”
She pointed to a group gathered under a tree.
He sprinted over and found his way barred.
“He’s a Death Eater,” the Auror pontificated.
“He’s on our side!” Harry pushed passed, carefully lifting the broken body. “If he dies I’ll have your wands. Now get out of my way!”
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Twenty-Two
Previous parts: Birth - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21
Twenty-Two
After all the subterfuge to keep his family alive, of having a madman maul him, it came down to this. He was lying in his own blood after his aunt’s curse, with two Aurors pointing wands at him. Draco would have laughed if it didn’t hurt so much.
Hadn’t anyone told these idiots whose side he was on? That he was Potter’s spy? That it was his intelligence that had handed Voldemort to the Boy Who Lived?
Now he was going to die because they wouldn’t go for help.
Fucking brilliant.
Where was the Chosen One when you needed him?
*
Harry stared down at the man who’d killed his parents on this very spot twenty-one years ago. The last Horcrux had been inside Dumbledore’s Order of Merlin and Voldemort was finally dead.
He glanced at Hermione. “I need to find him...and Snape.”
She nodded. “Snape’s with Neville and Luna.”
“And Malfoy?”
She pointed to a group gathered under a tree.
He sprinted over and found his way barred.
“He’s a Death Eater,” the Auror pontificated.
“He’s on our side!” Harry pushed passed, carefully lifting the broken body. “If he dies I’ll have your wands. Now get out of my way!”
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Twenty-Two