Isn't Someone Missing Me?

By: Emeraldragon (formally known as Ashie)

Summary: After Harry's battle with Voldemort, Harry dies and meets Persephone, the guardian of the afterlife. She bargains that Harry can be brought back to life if he can find one person whose life was completely ruined by his death. Harry's soul sets out on possibly his toughest mission yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry or any of his co-characters. They rightfully belong to JKRowling. The song, "Missing" belongs to Evanescence.

Isn't Someone Missing Me?

-Pt. One of Four

Harry looked around him. Bodies littered the ground, ruining the perfect mental image he had of Hogwarts. Lightning lit up the sky; thunder clashed in his ears, and the downpour of rain stunned his eyes without the small protection of his glasses.

He walked slowly through the mud, watching the wizarding duels continue between the Light and Dark. No one was distracted by his presence; he had spent the last year practicing his invisibility, forcing his magic to create a type of shield from other's sight.

He watched his friends, mostly Ron and Hermione, battle Death Eaters and their children, which were their own classmates. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were forces to be reckoned with; Harry had trained them since their fifth year. He had continued their club, Dumbledore's Army, this year – his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. The other members (which rounded well near a hundred by now) were trying to do their best, but many had fallen, never to rise again. Harry tried to contain his sorrow as he walked by their bodies; Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Michael Corner, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith, Colin Creevey, Padma Patil, Seamus Finnegan, and many more.

Harry, however, was most concerned for the well being of his new friend, Draco Malfoy. In the beginning of this year, Draco had stopped his rivalry with Harry, and began to show signs of friendship. Harry was wary at first, but he slowly eased into the relationship, and the two became inseparable quickly. It didn't take long for Hermione to accept and forgive Draco, but it took Ron almost half a year. Draco had explained that while his father was in Azkaban in their fifth year, he was finally able to free himself from his father's forced beliefs and become himself. During their sixth year, however, he had been forced to help the Death Eaters into Hogwarts for the sake of his family. Draco didn't think anything of Muggle-borns or Half-bloods. He realized that those who were born into Muggle families had no control on whether or not they possessed magic.

While Harry was at first sure that Draco only saw Harry as a friend, Harry soon began to realize that he was in love with Draco. He fawned over every move the Slytherin made, and listened to everything he said with rapt attention. He would think about Draco for endless hours. Hermione had suspected Harry's feelings right away, and told him that he needed to be honest with Draco and tell him. Harry knew it was the right thing to do, but couldn't muster enough courage.

Soon into their seventh year, Harry and Draco had been together in the library, when all of the sudden Draco kissed him. Harry's heart had exploded with joy, and was more than willing to return. Draco had said that he too, had loved the other, but wasn't brave enough to share his feelings. Harry had never been happier in his entire life.

Harry and Draco had been dating for nearly eight months when news of an attack on Hogwarts was discovered. Severus Snape, the past spy for the Order of the Phoenix, had of course been replaced. They immediately found another spy named Cassie, who had already been forced to become a Death Eater. Shortly after, she sought out Minerva McGonagall, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix and Headmistress at Hogwarts and begged her for help. Since then she had become an active member of the Order.

The attack was supposed to include all of the Death Eaters and supporters of the Dark Lord, and even Voldemort himself was coming. Cassie had said that Voldemort was planning to not only take over the school, but also murder both Harry and all Order members in the process.

Harry had been immediately told. He had been taking private lessons from Order of the Phoenix members since his first week of year seven. He was given long leaves of absences to find and destroy the Horcruxes, which took him just over six months. His magical abilities had heightened an alarming amount. The Order members had said that they had nothing left to teach Harry, for even they were out of the young Gryffindor's league. Harry then was forced to teach himself his own abilities, such as his invisibility. While he still had his wand, he rarely used it, for wandless magic was now only natural to him. He no longer needed to remember spells and incantations; he only needed to gain hold of his magic and will it to do as he pleased.

Harry had spent the numerous weeks before the attacks training himself harder than anyone could imagine. He rarely slept, and when he did it was only because he would be drained of his magic and would pass out from exhaustion. He stopped coming to all of his classes, and rarely went to the Great Hall for meals. He would go down to the kitchens when he was hungry enough to abandon his training. His friends would go for days without seeing any sign that he was even at Hogwarts. They were terribly worried about Harry, and would often express their concerns to Draco, who seemed to be the only person that ever saw him.

When Harry had returned to Hogwarts his seventh year, McGonagall had given him his own flat in a desolate wing of the castle. It was protected by passwords and numerous charms, and only few knew how to enter without Harry being there. After Harry and Draco had been dating for several months, McGonagall gave Draco permission to move into Harry's wing. Their flat was the only place Draco ever saw Harry, and even then it wasn't often.

Harry was beyond distant with the rest of the world, even Draco. Draco would come home after classes, and try to talk with Harry if he was there. Harry rarely responded, and when he did it was very brief. Draco would plead for Harry to stop training for a few hours, and just spend time with him and his friends. Harry would refuse, and a few times get very angry with Draco for suggesting such a thing. Draco would quickly retreat from Harry, and leave him be.

As the date of the invasion grew nearer, Harry seemed to slip into a state of depression and horrible anxiety. He didn't train as often, and seemed to stop eating altogether. He would often sit in a tower connected to their flat, staring over the edge, as if contemplating to jump. Draco would often hear him weeping, and once Harry had gone into a rage, practically destroying the room he was in.

FLASHBACK

Draco sat in front of the fire in a large red velvet couch in the living room, writing his Advanced Potions essay. He and Harry had become so close that they could feel each other's presence over a hundred feet away, and could feel Harry in the Dueling Arena a few rooms down. Draco tried to concentrate on his homework, all the while trying to keep his mind clear of his extreme worry of his partner.

After he finally managed to clear his thoughts, he heard a yell and a loud thud, followed by several more. He could hear Harry screaming madly, and the floor shook with the commotion from the Dueling Arena.

Quickly throwing his essay to the side, he leaped off the couch and ran, fear gripping his chest. He dashed down the hall, and several feet before the room, the door flung open from Draco's accidental wandless magic, slamming against the wall opposite. A bright white light emitted from the room, blinding Draco momentarily.

Draco stepped into the room, and froze in amazement and horror.

Harry was standing in the center of the room, the light seeming to be erupting from his body, wandlessly hurling the room's contents in every direction. Harry was screaming in rage, tears streaming down his pale face. Harry did not notice Draco in the threshold. Draco carefully walked up behind Harry, and was thrown backwards into a wall by an invisible barrier that surrounded him. Draco let out a small cry as he fell to the floor. He slowly stood back up, ducking to avoid a chair that was about to hit him in the face.

Creating a similar type of barrier around himself that Harry had taught him, he once again began to make his way to Harry. He managed to break through most of Harry's barriers, and tried to reach out to him. It was the most difficult thing he had ever done, and his magic was quickly failing.

Just as he was about to grab onto Harry, his screams ceased and he collapsed to the ground, the light diminished and the objects fell to the floor. Draco dropped to Harry's side.

"Harry! Merlin, Harry, wake up!" Draco shook Harry gently, being lightly shocked by the magical energy still surrounding him. Harry opened his eyes wearily and looked up at Draco. His eyes widened and he looked over to the side.

"Fuck," he said hoarsely. "I didn't think you were here." Draco looked down at Harry in amazement. He wondered how it was possible for Harry not to have been able to feel his presence under thirty feet away.

Draco pulled Harry to him, hugging Harry to his chest with need. "What's the matter, baby? What were you doing? You could have hurt yourself!" Draco pulled Harry away from him far enough to be able to look into his face. Harry's eyes were leaking tears as he stared down into his lap.

"I was just angry, Dray, that's all." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I lost control of myself for a moment."

Draco latched onto Harry again, feeling his lover beneath him for the first time in weeks. He had needed Harry so much.

"Why are you angry?" asked Draco quietly. "Talk to me. I miss you so much," Draco kissed the top of Harry's head.

"I miss you too," said Harry. He made a move to get up from the floor.

"What are you doing? Talk to me!" Draco felt tears well up in his eyes, trying to grab hold of Harry's arm.

"I can't," said Harry. He took a few steps away from Draco. "I have to keep training; I don't have time to talk."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, his voice rising. "The attack isn't supposed to be for another two weeks! You have plenty of time to train. Right now, I need you to be with me,"

"Two weeks isn't nearly enough time,"

"It's more than enough!" yelled Draco, rising to his feet. "You're already more powerful than Voldemort! There is nothing more that you can do! Why can't you spend some time with me and Hermione and Ron?"

"I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH!" roared Harry, his eyes flashing in anger. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I HAVE TO KILL VOLDEMORT IN TWO WEEKS, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW! I CAN'T WASTE TIME BY BEING WITH YOU!"

Draco's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open in shock. "'Waste time' by being with me? Am I a waste of time to you?" Draco's voice shook, tears spilling down his perfect face.

"Draco," sighed Harry, stepping closer. "That's not how I meant for it to sound." He lifted Draco's face to meet his own. "You're not a waste of time. It's just that I'm afraid that if I don't train now, I won't be able to defeat Voldemort. I'd rather not see you for two weeks and defeat him, than see you now and lose. If I lose, I will never be able to see you again," Harry kissed Draco lightly on the lips. "Do you understand?"

Draco launched himself into Harry's chest. "Harry, I'm so scared," he sobbed. "What if you don't make it? What if after the battle, I'm all alone? I can't live without you, Harry,"

"Draco, I want you to remember one thing." Harry said quietly. "If I die in the battle, I want you to know that I will never leave you. No matter where you are, I will always stay by your side, even if you don't know it."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Harry smiled.

END FLASHBACK

Harry shivered slightly, but from the rain or memories he didn't know. He continued his search for Draco, ready to back him up if need be.

Harry couldn't feel Draco's presence, and it worried him greatly. He tried to push his worries aside and focused on more rational thoughts. It was quite possible that Draco wasn't even at the scene of the battle, for Harry had not seen him since the night before.

FLASHBACK

Harry watched Draco struggle to keep his barrier around himself as he cast curses and hexes against it. Harry was about to speak another incantation, but lowered his wand as Draco's barrier grew twice its size. Harry's eyes widened in pleasant surprise as Draco looked up with a haughty grin.

"Holding back from me, Dray?" Harry asked quietly, hiding his amusement. Draco stood up from his kneeling position on the ground, his barrier glowing slightly.

"Maybe," Draco said innocently. "But then again, you are holding back from me as well."

"Draco, you know that if I was to attack you with all of my power, that you'd be killed."

"I know," sighed Draco. " But could you not act as if I'm so fragile? I'm am quite a powerful wizard on my own."

"I never said you weren't," said Harry quickly.

"Just stop using your wand, okay? Make yourself someone I need to fear."

"You don't fear me already?" asked Harry lightheartedly. Draco's eyes widened momentarily, surprised at Harry displaying some true amusement for the first time in weeks.

"Don't get me wrong, you do scare me. But not when I'm dueling you." Draco watched as Harry scowled. "I know that you won't hurt me. I can't be as powerful as possible when you're protecting me."

"Fine," said Harry in defeat. He pocketed his wand. "Ready?"

"Ready and waiting,"

Harry raised his right hand in front of him, palm facing Draco. He hesitated for a moment, which Draco took advantage of.

"Stupefy!" shouted Draco, his own wand raised in front of him. Harry's hand glowed golden and blocked the spell, then sending it back at Draco.

Draco quickly put his barrier around him, causing the spell to hit it and disintegrate. Harry grinned and began to send hexes at Draco. They continued dueling late into the night, up until Draco had collapsed.

Harry then took Draco to their bedroom, giving him an Energy Replenishing potion as he lied in their bed. Harry then crawled into bed, for the first time in weeks, next to Draco. They held each other silently, both knowing and not knowing what the next day would bring.

Many hours after Draco had fallen asleep, when the sun was just beginning to rise, Harry quietly got up from the bed. He looked down at Draco's angelic pale face, seemingly dreaming in his sleep. Harry took one more look before he started to leave the room.

"Am I going to see you again before the battle?" Draco asked from the bed, startling Harry. He didn't turn around to face Draco, just stared down at the door handle that he was still gripping.

"No," whispered Harry. He heard Draco stand up from the bed, and then felt Draco's arms wrap around his waist.

"Look at me." Draco demanded, his voice shaking slightly. Harry let go of the door handle and slowly turned to face Draco.

"Can I tell you something before you go?" Draco asked, tears beginning to leak from his eyes. Harry nodded, knowing his throat was too constricted to respond.

"I love you," said Draco, his eyes earnest and his voice steady. Harry felt his heart stop, his eyes begin to water, and his chest tighten. "I love you, Harry Potter. I love you more than anyone or anything in this entire world. I just need you to know that before you leave."

Harry's eyes widened in astonishment at hearing these three little words for the first time his entire life. He felt dumbfounded and speechless, and yet knew exactly what he wanted to say.

"I love you too, Dray." Harry said, feeling the words roll off his tongue for the first time. He pulled Draco to him, holding him as if life depended on it. Draco reached up, and pulled Harry's lips to meet his own.

It was a good few minutes later when Harry finally managed to leave Draco, and it was the hardest thing he ever had to do in his whole life. He didn't know if he was ever going to see his flat, friends, or Draco ever again.

END FLASHBACK

Thinking back upon the night before, Harry's chest tightened painfully, fully feeling the effect of what Draco had said to him again. He had never realized how much he needed to be loved, until now, when he wasn't sure if he'd ever have that feeling again.

Fully focusing all his magical energy and Draco's magical signature, he found Draco's magic trail, and followed it. The magic trail was still fresh, so he knew that it wouldn't be long until he found him.

He swiftly followed Draco's trail, soon coming upon a desolate clearing, with only two people. Before he even looked to see who was dueling, he immediately sensed who they were. He began to run to Draco, who was dueling with his father, Lucius Malfoy.

Harry stopped short, sensing Draco's magic probing into Harry, searching for him. He felt Draco's aura relax at knowing Harry was near. Harry stood beside Draco, sending a message of "I'm here," telepathically through their connection. Draco nodded, reflecting a curse cast by Lucius.

"Don't interfere with our duel, Harry. If I am to defeat my father or he me, I want to know that it was my own doing. Understand?" Draco thought, knowing Harry would hear. Harry sent back an "Okay," and winced as Lucius was hit with an extremely powerful blow to the chest.

Harry stood by Draco's side throughout most of the battle, worried to see that Draco and his father were almost a perfect match in strength. Harry honestly couldn't tell who was the stronger duelist; who would be the winner.

"Harry, leave. Your job is to defeat Voldemort, not watch me. Please, go. I can't concentrate when you're around." Draco cast a sideways glance as to where he felt Harry's presence. "Go, I'll be fine. I love you."

"I love you too," Harry responded, and casting one last look at his lover, walked away, finally sensing his enemy's power.

Voldemort's magical signature was intense with dark feelings, causing Harry to gasp as he came closer to where Voldemort was. He had not been near Voldemort for over a year, and grew cold at the amount of power he had gained.

He walked back to where he had come from, where all the duels were taking place. He quickly searched through the duelists, trying to get a clear idea of who had the upper hand, the Light or the Dark. It was impossible to tell at this point.

He became slightly enthralled in the proceedings, but was painfully brought out of his reverie as a sudden surge of raw magic hit him. Harry stumbled, angry at his weakness for making his mind vulnerable, knowing full well that Voldemort was undoubtedly searching for him. And judging by the magic that found his way to him, Voldemort found him at last.

Harry took a last glance at Hermione and Ron, quickly deflected a curse gone astray that was about to hit Hermione, and quickly dashed off towards Voldemort.

He didn't get far however, before the Dark Lord apparated nearly directly in front of the Golden Boy. Harry jumped a step back and moved into his defensive stance, his wand out and in front of him. Harry made himself visible, startling Voldemort.

"Well, well, well. Mr. Potter. How pleasant it is to see you," Voldemort drawled, his scarlet eyes looking Harry up and down, obviously sizing him up. "My, you've grown, Potter. I've heard rumors, of course, but I'd never dreamed they'd be true. All the same, you're not nearly a match for myself." Voldemort grinned maliciously at Harry, his snake-like fangs reaching just below his bottom lip.

Harry quickly downsized his magical energy, wanting Voldemort to fully underestimate him. Harry didn't move, just continued to concentrate on Voldemort, waiting for any signs of attack. "If that's what you wish to believe, then so be it." Harry sneered. Voldemort frowned at Harry.

"You always were an obnoxious boy. You need to learn to respect those above you. Crucio!" Voldemort quickly raised his wand and brandished it at Harry. Harry quickly absorbed the attack, feeding on it's magic energy, and then got on all fours, pretending to scream in agony, then proceeded to fall to the ground and thrash about wildly.

Harry heard Voldemort's harsh laugh above him, and barely suppressed a smile at fooling Voldemort with his theatrics. He thanked Snape for teaching him Occlumency, for without it Voldemort would have looked right through him.

He sensed Voldemort lower his wand, and knew that was his cue to stop screaming. He lied upon the ground, panting, acting as he had when he'd been lifted from the Cruciatus Curse numerous times before.

Voldemort loomed over him, but Harry kept his eyes lightly closed, trying to feign being near unconsciousness. "This was too-," Voldemort started, but Harry swiftly opened his eyes, jumped to his feet, and pointing his wand at Voldemort, shouted, "Reducto!"

The curse streamed towards Voldemort, and hit him square in the chest. Voldemort was blasted backwards over twenty feet and landed on his back. Voldemort quickly got back up, and Harry saw, with a twinge of satisfaction, Voldemort's pale chest sliced open and bleeding, scarlet blood dripping down his robes.

"Interesting choice in spells, Potter. I admit, I never suspected a reductor curse having a slightly different affect on humans. However, I won't make that mistake again. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry knew this time would come; the time he would put the only skill he hadn't been able to practice to the test. He stood his ground, watching the eerie green jet of light zoom towards him, time seeming to slow. He felt Voldemort eagerly watch, waiting for the Golden Boy to inevitably fall, never to rise again.

What Voldemort didn't expect, however, was for Harry to place all his magical reserves in front of him, like a shield, and for it to successfully ricochet off, and rebound itself at him.

Voldemort's eyes widened in ghastly horror before the Killing Curse hit him in the chest, just above his bleeding wounds. Harry watched as Voldemort was thrown back once again, growing hopeful as Voldemort lied still on the ground.

Harry was about to walk forward when Voldemort's cruel laugh rang throughout the clearing. Harry's hair stood on end, and his heart sank. Voldemort once again slowly stood form his position on the ground.

"Not bad, boy, not bad. I've clearly underestimated you. But you've also underestimated me. Did you think that you could kill me by using my own curse?" Voldemort grinned at Harry, who was leaning forward with his hands on his knees, visibly shaking, and breathing heavily. "That took a lot out of you, didn't it? It hurts, doesn't it? Do you like the feeling of your magic being nearly drained from you in an instant? Just image the same thing, but all of your magic taken, and also being severed from your body. That's exactly what you did to me, over sixteen years ago. I shall never forget the pain. You've tasted only a fraction of it; you can't even fathom the feeling. I-."

"Tom, I appreciate the lesson, but I have better things to do than listen to something I could give a shit about." Harry snapped, and Voldemort looked positively murderous.

"Why you little-,"

" Silencio!" Harry shouted, and Voldemort countered with, "Protego!"

The battle continued, each spell becoming more dangerous. It continued for over an hour, and neither Harry nor Voldemort seemed to weaken. Harry became more and more worried with each spell that he cast. It seemed that there was no spell, curse, or hex that could kill Voldemort.

Voldemort became increasingly confident. It seemed that Harry was running out of options.

After another hour of the duel, Voldemort suddenly stopped. Harry was suspicious, so he put up a shield.

"Give up, Tom?" panted Harry, watching Voldemort carefully. Voldemort hissed with laughter.

" I was going to ask you the same thing, Potter."

"Sorry to tell you this, but I'm just about finished!" Harry pocketed his wand. He knew what he had to do. This was his last resort; his secret weapon. He had told no one about this, he knew it was suicide. But it would hopefully finish Voldemort.

Harry quickly sought out his link to Draco. "Draco, I love you so much. Please don't forget that." He felt Draco's panic flow through their link.

"Harry, what are you talking about? Don't you dare say good-bye to me, Potter. Don't you dare!"

"I'm so sorry, Draco. I love you. Good-bye, my love." Harry felt tears well up in his eyes, and then severed the link between Draco and himself.

Harry stood to his full height and faced Voldemort defiantly. "Ready, Tom?"

"For what? Are you going to kill me without your wand?" Voldemort mocked. Harry smirked.

"Exactly."

Harry closed his eyes and focused on every thread of magic he possessed. He drew it forward, letting it consume his entire being, and raised his arms in front of him, palms facing Voldemort.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort asked, panic clearly evident in his voice. "Stop it!"

Harry opened his eyes, squinting at the pure white light that was coming from him. He took one last look at Voldemort, and released his magic. It flowed out of him as if he had been a balloon and popped. It raced to Voldemort as fast of the speed of light and crashed into him, going through him, tearing him apart.

Harry fell to his knees, his body drained of nearly all energy. He tried to steady his breathing, all the while willing his body to finish what he had set out to do. He waited for his magic to disintegrate around Voldemort, while his vision clouded, and his breath began to shallow. He collapsed onto all fours, and then slowly tried to make it back to his feet.

Harry's magic faded from around Voldemort, and Harry was relieved to see Voldemort lying motionless on the ground. Harry slowly and feebly made his way over to Voldemort.

Harry looked down at Voldemort, who was staring up unblinkingly. He slowly looked over at Harry.

"What have you done to me?" Voldemort said in a quiet and raspy voice.

"I've stripped your magic from you. You're what you hate most, Tom. A muggle." The look of pure disgust, horror, and self-loathing that was on Voldemort's face gave Harry strength he didn't think he had left. Harry took his wand out from his pocket, every slight movement slowly killing him. He pointed it down at Voldemort. He brought forth all the hate he'd ever felt and said forcefully, "Avada Kedavra," A green jet of light issued from Harry's wand and streaked towards Voldemort, who was no longer protected by numerous ancient charms and unicorn blood. It hit Voldemort in the chest, and seconds later, he was dead.

Harry had enough time to smile at his accomplishment before he fell forward, blissfully unconscious.

Draco Malfoy was a Malfoy through and through. Well, except for the whole "I hate mudbloods" thing. Oh, and the fact that he was in love with the Light's Savior, Harry Potter. But besides that, he was a Malfoy to the core. He was proud, arrogant, rich, had great style, was a social god, good-looking, smart, cunning, a Slytherin, and was an emotional coward. He never showed extreme emotions in public.

So, it was a horrible shock to see Draco Malfoy, battered from his duel with his father, crying hysterically, running as fast as humanly possible right through the handful of remaining duels. All the duels stopped instantly for mere seconds, both sides stunned, and the Light side horribly worried. No one knew what could have happened to make the Slytherin Prince cry. No one, except for Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

The two Gryffindors looked at one another, both saying, "Harry!" at the same time. They stunned their opponents, and took off in hot pursuit of Draco.

Draco ran, sensing Harry's magical energy, and trying to find him. The words 'Good-bye, my love' continued to echo through his head, and his body was cold and numb with fear.

After running for another five minutes, he found Voldemort's body. He stopped, and looked down at it with horror. There was dried blood caked on his chest, and the look of pure shock was frozen on his dead face. The stunned look was a sure sign of the Killing Curse. Draco slowly looked up, seeing his Harry lying on the ground a mere five feet away.

He heart stopped, and he darted forward, collapsing on all fours, his hands instantly becoming damp with blood that seemed to be coming from Harry. He grabbed Harry's cold shoulders, and turned him around. A cry escaped him as he saw that Harry's eyes were open, and looking up at him. The once emerald green irises were dull and filled with pain and exhaustion.

"Gods, Harry…" Draco whispered, not sure if Harry was registering the fact that he was by his side. He saw Harry swallow, and opened his dry lips slowly.

"Draco…" Harry said in a hoarse voice, Draco barely being able to hear him. He leaned closer.

"Don't worry, baby." Draco said, tears dripping onto Harry's pale face. "I'll get you some help. You'll be okay. Where are your wounds? Where are you bleeding from?"

"No wounds," Harry rasped, his eyelids fluttering. "No magic left…"

"Harry, what are you talking about? You're bleeding horribly. Just tell me what you were hit with."

"I wasn't hit, Dray…." Harry's eyes closed. Draco felt his heart skip a beat.

"Harry, Harry! No, no, hold on, hold on, Harry. Harry! Open your eyes, baby! Look at me! Look at me, Harry!" Draco's breath came in short gasps, tears clouding his vision. Harry opened his eyes, but they didn't seem to be registering what was being seen.

"I love you, Dray." Harry whispered. "I love…you…. Don't…." Harry's breathing was horribly labored, and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head.

"Don't what, Harry?" Draco sobbed, shaking Harry. "Don't what, baby?"

"Don't…cry." With those last words, Harry breathed his last breath, and he died.

End of Pt. One

To Be Continued…

A.N.: As you all should have noticed, the song "Missing" will not be in this part, but will start in the next one. Still, I put the disclaimer here because I did get the inspiration for this story from that song, and it is a key part. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed this, and I hope I did it well. As for WotFP, I put it on hold so I could get this first past up. I will continue to work on both pieces simultaneously from now on. I wrote this story long before HBP, so the changes were quite difficult to do smoothly. Hopefully it still makes sense. Byes!