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Draco’s head bangs against the tile floors as a result of the curse. He grunts at the force and gasps for air. He hopes death is swift so that the pain inside and outside ceases.
A clammy hand grasps his own, startling him. His blurry eyes (is it blurry from my blood? He wonders) turn to the face of his executioner. Nothing is familiar to him but those green eyes.
Together with the immense pain and the green, green, green, memories come to him.
He recalls a past of two boys growing up side by side. In fields of green; staring into eyes of green; waiting for figs to ripen from their green. One boy is slightly taller, the other leaner. They have a close bond formed with laughter, sweet as honey. Simple joys of juggling figs and caressing touches come to the front of his mind.
It’s the green eyes that brings the memories back. Of laughter and music echoing in a large room. Of how soft grass feels beneath their exposed thighs and how salty the sea tastes.
Draco coughs as he spits up red blood. The metallic taste is familiar. He remembers tasting it while a green-eyed hero clutches his body as his soul swiftly departs. It is not much different now, with Potter’s watery eyes staring down at him. It leaves a bittersweet tang and brings a tear to his eye as he considers the wasted time. Blasted Fates!
Hands are combing through his hair. Oh, how ironic that the two of them have switched crowns. Regardless, the green and the dark brown suit Harry. Draco hears his constant apologies, I didn’t know- I didn’t know! and wants nothing more than to comfort him in return, to soothe him of his guilt.
Fortunately, Snape rushes his way in and casts the spell to heal him. Draco fades away into darkness and eases into sleep. So deeply he sleeps, that he manages to forget all that he remembers of him and the green-eyed boy of generations before.
Magic may have saved his mortal soul this time around, but the Fates cannot allow the memories to remain. After all, the boy lives with a known powerful Legilimens. It could bring ruin to what they have planned.
A prophecy has been foretold. A prophecy must be fulfilled.