Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Final Battle: Fear ❯ Fear ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: shinaraexe 
One of a series of one-shots depicting what happens before, during, and after the final battle.
They knew it was coming. So what's left to say before they die?
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Updated On: 06.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 837 | Visits: 422 | Status: Completed
One of a series of one-shots depicting what happens before, during, and after the final battle.
They knew it was coming. So what's left to say before they die?
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Updated On: 06.17.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 837 | Visits: 422 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Remus would no doubt be in a very uncomfortable situation right now. ^_^
A slightly identical young man looked up from the mark on his left forearm. "Yes, father?" he asked.
Lucius Malfoy didn't respond, choosing instead to continue staring at his son from the doorway of one of the many libraries in Lord Voldemort's hideout.
My dear Draco, he thought, why can't you realize what will happen to you?
After standing in the doorway for a few minutes, Lucius moved to stand behind his son who had turned back to the tattoo on his arm when it became obvious his father would answer at his own leisure.
Lucius had to admit, he was scared for himself and his son. He wasn't completely sure what brought this feeling on, but it was there and he had tried everything to get rid of it. He couldn't be worried about Draco during the final battle! It would distract him!
Draco sighed.
"The final battle's coming, isn't it?" Draco finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I can feel it, too," replied Lucius. "It's obvious even without our Lord dropping hints about the Potter boy's demise."
Draco twitched.
Lucius sighed.
"Draco," he began, hesitating. "Draco... Draco, I'm scared for you."
Draco turned to look at him.
"Why, father? You've always told me to suck it up and do it every time I complain."
Lucius suddenly put his hand on his son's shoulder. "I think it's because... because I knew you could do all that. I knew you could do all those things and so I wasn't worried. But this, Draco, this is the final battle. And no one, not even our Lord, knows what will come of this. Sure, we can all claim to be confident that we will survive and that our leader, depending on which side we're on, will reign supreme and that we will survive and prevail because our side is right, but nobody knows for sure."
Lucius squeezed Draco's shoulder as Draco nodded.
"But, father, I know what the outcome will be."
Lucius looked down at his sone in surprise. "What do you mean, Draco?"
Draco averted his eyes to glance absently at the book-lined shelves crammed into the library. "You are right in the idea that they all claim they know what will happen. But man-kind is full of ignorant fools. They don't feel what I do." Draco turned to look Lucius straight in the eyes once more. "We're all going to die, father."
Lucius's grip tightened even further.
"We're all going to die. Even the Dark Lord. Potter will be the only one to survive. Him and maybe whomever else can feel what I can. Father, you are right, but you are also wrong." He paused. "No matter what any Death Eater claims, the Dark Lord is a fool."
They were both silent for a moment. Then Lucius sighed.
"Much as I don't like it, I suppose you are right. But, Draco, how do you know Potter isn't also a fool?"
Draco shrugged. "It was the way he looked at me the last time I saw him."
"But, Draco, that was over a year ago! Do you mean to say the way he looked at you has been stuck in your head for over a year?"
"Not exactly... Father, I just know these things. Don't ask me to explain how. I just do."
Lucius closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to look at Draco. "I suppose you're right, my son. I suppose we will all die."
They both bit back a pained hiss as their Dark Marks burned black.
"I suppose it's time to go," Draco said, his teeth still slightly clenched.
"I suppose so," agreed Lucius, pulling his hood up as Draco did the same.
Together, they made their way down to the meeting room. Before they entered, Lucius motioned for Draco to stop.
They gazed at each other for a few moments before Lucius pulled Draco into a hug, surprising them both.
"I'm sorry, my son," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."
Draco simply smiled. And with that, they both walked into the room and followed the others onto the battlefield where they both were to meet their fates. In the midst of the fight, no one heard the whisper that followed the murder of Lucius Malfoy.
"I know, father. I know."
The Final Battle: Fear
"Draco," called out a man with long, silvery-blonde hair.A slightly identical young man looked up from the mark on his left forearm. "Yes, father?" he asked.
Lucius Malfoy didn't respond, choosing instead to continue staring at his son from the doorway of one of the many libraries in Lord Voldemort's hideout.
My dear Draco, he thought, why can't you realize what will happen to you?
After standing in the doorway for a few minutes, Lucius moved to stand behind his son who had turned back to the tattoo on his arm when it became obvious his father would answer at his own leisure.
Lucius had to admit, he was scared for himself and his son. He wasn't completely sure what brought this feeling on, but it was there and he had tried everything to get rid of it. He couldn't be worried about Draco during the final battle! It would distract him!
Draco sighed.
"The final battle's coming, isn't it?" Draco finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I can feel it, too," replied Lucius. "It's obvious even without our Lord dropping hints about the Potter boy's demise."
Draco twitched.
Lucius sighed.
"Draco," he began, hesitating. "Draco... Draco, I'm scared for you."
Draco turned to look at him.
"Why, father? You've always told me to suck it up and do it every time I complain."
Lucius suddenly put his hand on his son's shoulder. "I think it's because... because I knew you could do all that. I knew you could do all those things and so I wasn't worried. But this, Draco, this is the final battle. And no one, not even our Lord, knows what will come of this. Sure, we can all claim to be confident that we will survive and that our leader, depending on which side we're on, will reign supreme and that we will survive and prevail because our side is right, but nobody knows for sure."
Lucius squeezed Draco's shoulder as Draco nodded.
"But, father, I know what the outcome will be."
Lucius looked down at his sone in surprise. "What do you mean, Draco?"
Draco averted his eyes to glance absently at the book-lined shelves crammed into the library. "You are right in the idea that they all claim they know what will happen. But man-kind is full of ignorant fools. They don't feel what I do." Draco turned to look Lucius straight in the eyes once more. "We're all going to die, father."
Lucius's grip tightened even further.
"We're all going to die. Even the Dark Lord. Potter will be the only one to survive. Him and maybe whomever else can feel what I can. Father, you are right, but you are also wrong." He paused. "No matter what any Death Eater claims, the Dark Lord is a fool."
They were both silent for a moment. Then Lucius sighed.
"Much as I don't like it, I suppose you are right. But, Draco, how do you know Potter isn't also a fool?"
Draco shrugged. "It was the way he looked at me the last time I saw him."
"But, Draco, that was over a year ago! Do you mean to say the way he looked at you has been stuck in your head for over a year?"
"Not exactly... Father, I just know these things. Don't ask me to explain how. I just do."
Lucius closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to look at Draco. "I suppose you're right, my son. I suppose we will all die."
They both bit back a pained hiss as their Dark Marks burned black.
"I suppose it's time to go," Draco said, his teeth still slightly clenched.
"I suppose so," agreed Lucius, pulling his hood up as Draco did the same.
Together, they made their way down to the meeting room. Before they entered, Lucius motioned for Draco to stop.
They gazed at each other for a few moments before Lucius pulled Draco into a hug, surprising them both.
"I'm sorry, my son," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."
Draco simply smiled. And with that, they both walked into the room and followed the others onto the battlefield where they both were to meet their fates. In the midst of the fight, no one heard the whisper that followed the murder of Lucius Malfoy.
"I know, father. I know."