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megatron ([personal profile] megatron) wrote2007-08-09 03:09 pm

Fanfiction: Oh, What Providence - HP - PG

Title: Oh, What Providence
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG
Words: 332
Summary: But oh, what providence -- what divine intelligence -- that you should survive as well as me...
Notes: Fits in with Deathly Hallows to a point -- deviates from canon in two places near the end: regarding the Malfoy-Potter character relationship, and deviates from canon from Voldemort's death onward.

Despite the pulsing throb just below his ribs and the distinct feeling that he'd left a chunk of his own flesh at the site of his last near-miss, Harry Potter forced himself to get up out of the puddle of his own blood and drag himself back into the fray. His glasses were crooked, the lenses cracked and smeared with sweat and gore, nearly useless to him. He still had his wand, though, and he thanked whoever was left to thank that he did, because while he may be The Boy Who Lived, he was scrappy and fairly useless without it.

“Sectumsempra!” he recognized the voice and the spell and managed, somehow, not to be hit with the curse again – after all, he was still bleeding pretty heavily from the first one. “Still standing, Potter?”

“As well as you are,” he spat back, raising his wand.

“Look around, Potter, do you see any of your friends?” Malfoy sneered at him. Though Death Eaters and Order members were still around, most of them looked as though they were about to die or apparate to save themselves. The battle had worn them all down to the quick; it seemed Malfoy and Potter were the only ones left with the idea of effort still in their heads.

“You made a mistake, Malfoy.”

“Don't think I didn't hear about that 'love' speech you gave,” he replied, each word seemingly torn from his throat. He was weakening with every word, and Harry was likewise withering away with the effort it took to hear them. “You may have killed Voldemort, Potter, but the fight isn't over yet.”

“You always did talk too much,” Harry muttered, flicking his wand ever-so-slightly. “Expelliarmus.” Malfoy's wand flew from his grip, and in the crucial seconds it took Harry to find it and snap it in half, all Draco could do was stare at his hand in disbelief, as if it had dared to defy him on its own.