"Hawthorn and Vine- Impossible Love"
About the title:-
Hawthorn and Vine... That's their wands... is basically a Dramione Community. I am an ardent follower, so I took that part of the name directly from there. About the Impossible Love Part... well... That really doesn't need much explanation, does it?? It's Dramione!
A/N:-
This story would involve all the JK Rowling's characters one by one... as I would need them in the story. Might introduce one <that's what I plan to do for now> r more as the story progresses. Harry is still the one who would finish Voldemort. It's just that Draco won't be side-lined, AT ALL!
Plot:- The story begins with the scene of the night at the Astronomy Tower, the night Snape killed Dumbeldore. It is going to move in flashbacks of Dramione side-by-side from the last 3 years.
Chapter 1:- The Lightning-Struck Tower
(This Chapter will deal with Draco's point of view of the events that took place. The title has been directly lifted from JK Rowling's original book Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.)
Hermione came there running, or did she emerge there out of the blue. Draco did not know. A chill ran down his spine. All he knew was that he wanted her to run. He wanted her to disappear. He wanted her to be anywhere that instant, but there. He wanted to keep her from all that would just might happen to her and that she was thick enough not to realise before running to prevent him from killing Dumbeldore, or perhaps save him (Draco). But he could not move. He was paralysed. He wanted to yell, ask her to save herself, but he could not find his voice.
"DRACOOO..."! "NOOO..."! she screamed, tearing her lungs apart as Greyback caught her and eyed her hungrily.
"Go Ahead, My Dear" snarled Bellatrix, in a Voldemort-fashion. "I'll take care of the rest" she continued giving Hermione a look full of ultimate abhorrence.
Draco said nothing. He could not think. All he did was stand there and wait for a miracle to happen. He wanted to pull the girl standing a few feet from him- her eyes filled with tears, her face, pleading and her lips only repeating his name- towards him and apparate.
More moments passed. He stood there, turning paler if possible.
He had no idea what was going on until he saw a blinding flash of green light directed towards the man he had grown to respect of all the reasons, but fear. And moments later Dumbeldore lay there right in front of his eyes, lifeless. He was terrorized.
"DUMELDORE IS DEADDD..." shrieked the Lestrange woman shrilly, laughing more devilishly, if possible, than she always did.
"Morsmordre" roared Alecto and the Dark Mark rose higher than ever.
He could hear cries and threats but could not distinguish.
"CRUCIO!"
And he heard a loud thump and Hermione screamed as she fell down on the wooden floor. He turned back, aghast. But before he could move an inch...
"SECTUMSEMPRA"!!!!!!! growled Lestrange and escaped with half-a-dozen other Death Eaters.
And he saw the only woman he had ever cared for in his life besides his mother, the only soul who had ever loved him truly, lying before his eyes, drenched in blood.
Blood spurting from her face, her body wriggling like a worm. Tears streaming down her eyes like blood from her body. She laid there, twitching, her eyes going out-of-focus.
It had happened to him, not long before.
His eyes pricked. He ran towards her, shuddering, taking her hand in his. He could feel blood oozing out of every tiny pore of her hand. He moved his hand, which was quivering like mad, on her face trying to stop the blood from flowing further. It did not help. He had to think. He could do better.
And without wasting another nano-second, he uttered the counter-curse.
It did not work! He had been speaking very indistinguishably, his voice breaking into sobs everytime he tried to utter a word.
He repeated, clearly this time. He could not afford to lose her. He repeated, a third time. And again. And continued. He saw that the blood flow slowing. He continued reciting the curse, tears rolling down his cheeks, till finally every inch of her body repaired. He was covered in blood to, her blood.
Her body was still full of scars. He had to administer her the medicine Snape had given him.
He filled her in his arms, delicately yet firmly and rushed towards the hospital wing. Tears constantly ran down his cheeks.
He ran through the door and gently lay her on the bed. She had started stirring, he saw her lips move.
"Accio Dittany" and the bottle flew out of the cupboard on his left right into his hand. He lifted her head slightly, placed it on his lap, supporting her in his arms all this while as he made her drink the healing potion. She opened her eyes for a moment. Her eyes met his. But they were drooping and she fell asleep. He did not dare move, lest it hurt her.
He knew, it was not over. The night had much more in store.
Edited by radt - 14 years ago
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