DIsclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Charcters.

Harry sat in Dumbledore's office waiting for his best friends and boyfriend, so they could go over their plans to raid Riddle Manor (Voldemort's Headquarters) the next day. He was wondering, as he always did at times like this, what his life would be like if Neville was the boy who lived, instead of himself. He knew things would probably be very different but, at least, Harry would still be with his parents and not have to worry about putting his friends in danger every other day.

A loud knock on the door pulled him pulled him out of his reverie. He walked over and opened it to find his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, as well as the love of his life, Draco Malfoy. Now, if someone would've told him six and half years ago, he would be referring to Draco Malfoy as the love of his life, he would've laughed in their face.

It all started almost a year ago, when Voldemort killed Narcissa Malfoy because Draco didn't kill Dumbledore. Draco got angry and scared, so he went to the Order. They, of course, took him in. Draco gave them as much information as he could about Voldemort's whereabouts and plans.

A month after he joined the Order, Draco was assigned to help Harry plan the raid on Riddle Manor. At first, neither was happy about the arrangement, in fact, several of their meetings ended in fist fights, though after a few months they started to get along. Then one night Harry completely broke down in front of Draco, due to the stress and heartache of being the boy who lived. Draco held him as he cried and the rest is history.

"Hey." Harry said as he stepped back to let them in. "Have a seat." He conjured three arm chairs and went back to sitting behind Dumbledore's desk. The other three took their seats. "I asked you guys to come so we can go over tomorrow's plans one more time."

"Harry, sweetheart, we've gone through it a million times. We're ready." Draco stated reaching across the desk and grabbing Harry's hand. "But we probably should get some sleep, especially you."

"No, I'm fine." Harry replied.

"Sweetie, please?" Draco pleaded. "None of us can afford to be tired. I don't wanna lose you, not after everything we've gone through to get here." He squeezed Harry's hand tighter.

"Alright, we'll just go to bed. But first, I want to say, I love you all and no matter what happens, I will forever be thankful for the three of you." He got up and headed for the door before anyone could respond.

"Before we go, I was just wondering what everyone else was thiniking right now. Other than, I hope we don't die." Hermione stated with a nervous chuckle.

"I really wish my mom was still here. I just keep thinking if I didn't spend so much of my childhood being afraid of my father then..." Draco started.

"No, babe. Don't do that to yourself." Harry cut him off and pulled him close, "Besides, I'm sure your mom would've rather died knowing you weren't a murderer than lived and spent the rest of her life thinking she failed you."

"Thank you, darling." Draco kissed Harry.

"Well, sometimes I really wonder what it would be like to be a Death Eater." said Ron loudly. He never got used to the idea of his best friend snogging his ex-worst enemy. When the two pulled apart he continued, "I mean, they have everything they want and they can easily get what they don't have."

"It all comes at a price in the end, though. Every one of them will have to pay it, eventually. I mean, look at me, I had it all but because I chose not to do what I was told, I lost the one thing nobody could put a price on." Draco replied trying to keep his cool about Ron taking being a Death Eater that lightly. See, as hard as the two tried they never could completely bury the hatchet. Ron just rolled his eyes.

"I really wish Neville was the one in my place right now." Harry stated trying to avoid a fight between Draco and Ron, "I mean, I have no real family and my friends are constantly in danger. You have no idea how hard that is. I sometimes wish Neville had to deal with it all."

"But think about it this way, Harry," Hermione piped up, "Being who you are right now makes what you have more important to you. It gives you something better to fight for."

"Still, the risk is all the greater." Harry replied.

"It's a risk we're willing to take for you, babe." Draco stated slipping his hand into Harry's, "And what are you thinking, 'Mione?"

"Well," she began looking slightly worried, "Please, don't be upset but it's times like these, I wish I had never become friends with Harry and Ron." She took one look at Ron's face and added, "Ron, please, I do love you. It's just before I met you school and books were the only things I cared about. I thought that if I sunk deep enough into my work and got good grades, I could forget the way my asshole stepfather use to treat me. I could forget that my mom loved him more than she loved me. Then I became friends with you and you changed my life. You always pressed my buttons and forced out all the anger and hate that I was repressing. After a couples years, you even got me to tell you what I was really angry at. Sometimes, it scares me to think of how much feeling you can bring out of me and what I would do if anything happened to you. Those thoughts scare me at times. Like tonight, I can't bear to think where I would be if something happened to you tomorrow."

"Hush." Ron whispered running a hand through her hair, "I do know how much you love me. I love you too. And as far as your bastard stepfather goes, he'll get what's coming to him. And don't worry about me tomorrow. I'm not going anywhere." He pulled her close and kissed her. When they broke apart Hermione twisted in Ron's arms to face Harry.

"And Harry..." she said but Harry held up a hand to silence her.

"Don't worry. I know how dangerous it is to be my friend." He told her.

After a few seconds of solemn silence a buzzing came from the table of Dumbledore's silver instruments. Harry walked over to the table to find it was twirling as well. When he picked it up to inspect it further, it was so hot, he dropped it. When it hit the floor, it shattered, bathing them all in a blue light.