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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,685
Reviews:
12
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Currently Reading:
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Epilogue: And so it Ends
Epilogue: And so it Ends
Draco stood on the hill beside the tree and he was alone.
The sky was the lavender blue color that it got just before the sun peeked over the horizon and streaked it with salmon pink and glowing gold. The air was still full of dew that he could taste in his mouth every time he breathed, and the trees in the distance still looked spruce-blue under a light blanket of fog.
There was no war here, because Mandara was a thing of peace. She banished sorrow and did not know the meaning of regret. War did not touch her, tears did not move her, and she had never known pain. That was the way Draco and Harry had intended it when they created this place. It was a haven…a sanctuary. And without Harry, it was different somehow, but no less beautiful.
“It’s not real, you know.”
Draco turned his head without taking his hand from the twisted trunk of the tree and smiled sadly at the wolf. “I kissed Harry here for the first time.”
The wolf sat down on its haunches, his tongue lolling between his teeth in a canine grin. “Your first kiss was here, in a place that does not exist?”
Draco laughed and moved so that he was leaning with his back against the tree trunk. “Yeah.”
“That’s fucked up,” the wolf said.
Draco grinned. “I guess it is… a little.”
Draco breathed in, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes. Part of him knew that nothing here was real, not the tree he was leaning against, not the sky that growing ever lighter, not the ground beneath his feet…or his feet, come to that. Another part of him knew without question that this place was more real than anywhere in the world he had ever been. But mostly, he didn’t care.
“You can’t stay here,” the wolf said. He had come closer and he now rested his chin on Draco’s thigh.
“I know.” Draco put his hand in the fur of the wolf’s ruff and opened his eyes.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Lupin murmured against his ear.
Draco moved his fingers through his hair and shifted closer to his warmth in the dark. “What did I say?”
“Nothing important. Go back to sleep.”
**********
Days later, on another hill, beside another, less beautiful tree, Draco stood. He was not alone this time. Lupin and Granger stood on either side of him. All of them were exhausted, bleeding, and wounded.
At the bottom of the little incline, Harry and the Dark Lord circled each other like fighting serpents, their wands ready and glowing. There were Death Eaters and Order members standing together around them, watching…waiting. They could do nothing else.
“What happens if Voldemort loses?” Hermione asked.
She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, but it was Lupin who eventually answered. “I don’t know,” he said.
Draco had his arms crossed over his chest and, even though it wasn’t cold, he shivered and felt his skin pebble with gooseflesh. “What happens if Harry loses?” he whispered.
Lupin turned his head and looked at him thoughtfully, his wolf eyes glowing in the evening darkness. “I don’t know,” he said.
//finis//
Draco stood on the hill beside the tree and he was alone.
The sky was the lavender blue color that it got just before the sun peeked over the horizon and streaked it with salmon pink and glowing gold. The air was still full of dew that he could taste in his mouth every time he breathed, and the trees in the distance still looked spruce-blue under a light blanket of fog.
There was no war here, because Mandara was a thing of peace. She banished sorrow and did not know the meaning of regret. War did not touch her, tears did not move her, and she had never known pain. That was the way Draco and Harry had intended it when they created this place. It was a haven…a sanctuary. And without Harry, it was different somehow, but no less beautiful.
“It’s not real, you know.”
Draco turned his head without taking his hand from the twisted trunk of the tree and smiled sadly at the wolf. “I kissed Harry here for the first time.”
The wolf sat down on its haunches, his tongue lolling between his teeth in a canine grin. “Your first kiss was here, in a place that does not exist?”
Draco laughed and moved so that he was leaning with his back against the tree trunk. “Yeah.”
“That’s fucked up,” the wolf said.
Draco grinned. “I guess it is… a little.”
Draco breathed in, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes. Part of him knew that nothing here was real, not the tree he was leaning against, not the sky that growing ever lighter, not the ground beneath his feet…or his feet, come to that. Another part of him knew without question that this place was more real than anywhere in the world he had ever been. But mostly, he didn’t care.
“You can’t stay here,” the wolf said. He had come closer and he now rested his chin on Draco’s thigh.
“I know.” Draco put his hand in the fur of the wolf’s ruff and opened his eyes.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Lupin murmured against his ear.
Draco moved his fingers through his hair and shifted closer to his warmth in the dark. “What did I say?”
“Nothing important. Go back to sleep.”
Days later, on another hill, beside another, less beautiful tree, Draco stood. He was not alone this time. Lupin and Granger stood on either side of him. All of them were exhausted, bleeding, and wounded.
At the bottom of the little incline, Harry and the Dark Lord circled each other like fighting serpents, their wands ready and glowing. There were Death Eaters and Order members standing together around them, watching…waiting. They could do nothing else.
“What happens if Voldemort loses?” Hermione asked.
She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, but it was Lupin who eventually answered. “I don’t know,” he said.
Draco had his arms crossed over his chest and, even though it wasn’t cold, he shivered and felt his skin pebble with gooseflesh. “What happens if Harry loses?” he whispered.
Lupin turned his head and looked at him thoughtfully, his wolf eyes glowing in the evening darkness. “I don’t know,” he said.
//finis//