Just Beyond The Sunlight.

Angels—

They say angels were created by god, for those who did good in the world and deserved a peaceful afterlife. Despite the fact that these creatures may be released from the rules of mortality; in return, they are bound by the laws of heaven. It is a fair exchange that keeps the balance of both worlds.

He had done it. Finally after seventeen years of living in fear, he was finally free—the dark lord was no more. He could see nothing but void, trying to open his eyes as the world collapsed around him. A surge of pain filled his entire body, as the connection between his scar and the dark wizard vanquished into nothingness. He could hear nothing coherent, but only noise that buzzed inside his ears. He felt numb, succumbing to darkness that threatened to consume him—he closed his eyes and accepted his death.

Don't you dare die on me, Harry!

A voice called out to him, from the emptiness. He knew that voice, it called out to him so many times before but never like that.

You idiot, come back!

He heard it now, more distinctly—clearer even. Slowly his sense of touch began to return, starting from the cool calloused fingers that caressed his heated face. The sensation was calming, returning hope back into his lost soul. He fought, harder than he did Riddle. Once again, Harry found the fighting spirit within him to stay with the voice who was calling out to him. He felt safe—and then there was a feeling of peace that flooded through his flesh, mingling with his magic and returning something he had lost. There was tranquility; bit by bit he felt himself being pulled back into reality.

For the second time in his life—Harry Potter was saved, forever more to be known as the-boy-who-lived.

"He's back! Ronald he's back!" He heard from above him. Now he can identify whose voice it was—Hermione's, but it wasn't the voice that called him back. He couldn't remember, but it felt so familiar. It was strange.

"He's back!" Hermione kept on saying from somewhere beside him—he still couldn't distinguish where. He was glad, at least he knew some of whom he cared for had survived. "I'll check him. The last strike hit him good."

"Don't move him yet, Hermione!" It was another voice he knew, it was Ronald's. Again, it was not the voice that called him back. He couldn't remember whose it was. Both their voices blurred into inaudible sounds at the back of his head as he fell back into unconsciousness. For the first time after the war, Harry let himself fall into a dreamless sleep without fear of Riddle going after him. The cool touch on his skin also faded away, as he barely registered being picked up and carried into someone's arms.

To say that the fields of Hogwarts looked like a battlefield was an understatement; it should be called the valley of murder and death. Bodies of numerous death eaters whose masks still revealed their identities were scattered on the ground—some with complete body parts while others dismembered or cursed off. Along with the dark lord's followers were casualties on the side of light, including Shaklebolt, Moony, Tonk, Charlie and Luna. While some casualties no longer left a trace of flesh like Neville, Mad-eye moody and Draco Malfoy.

The scent of blood and death, dissipated into the morning as the dark clouds in the sky dispersed to reveal new heavens. Perhaps, it meant the start of a better future for everyone who survived the ten day way. It gave everyone a fresh breath—as the dawn of the new wizarding era was among them. With the demise of he-who-must-not-be-named, all could continue living their lives in peace and no longer in fear. For the first time in a very long period, the sun was free to shine in the sky—letting all the survivors feel the warmth of morning glory. It was the calm after the storm.

Draco smiled, his translucent fingers going over the-boy-wonder's skin one last time. It was good that he'd come back—he had another chance of living a normal life. It wasn't becoming of a Malfoy, yes, but he no longer cared. He was happy that Harry lived.

Are you certain that this is your desire?

Wetness threatened to fill his eyes, but he couldn't because he was no longer of this world. He was disappearing fast.

All the memories, his memories—you will be nonexistent.

He held Potter's face in his hands just once more before completely surrendering to greater powers—he was called.

Yes, he answered the voice calling out to him.

In the middle of the field where the hero of the wizarding world lay, a single ray of light flooded from the cloud. Along with the savior's miraculous life, another's was being taken away. But all was not yet well.

. . .

The Fountain of Life—

The Fountain of Life ties the realm of the living and the dead, tying both heaven and earth together. The waters of the fountain reflect what ever happens in the world of mortals; therefore, angels are not allowed to gaze into its waters. Once an angel sees the human realm, they will long to return to the human world. That if forbidden.

When a dark shadow befalls a person reflected in the waters, it means that death is eminent.

Draco hung his head loosely to the side, as his back rested on one of the hard ancient marble columns that surrounded the fountain. His eyes were a brilliant grey, definitely brighter than they were when he still walked in the land of the living. Everything around him was perfect—too perfect, yet an emptiness till filled his heart. It was nostalgic, as he looked over the white marble to peer into the water to see the human realm once again. Even in heaven, he was stubborn about the old rulings.

The passage way that connects both worlds, it was forbidden for angels look through the waters but he didn't care. Since coming to heaven, he'd been by this water side every single day, gazing back down at the world he left behind. He could see the human world—thankfully some of his friends survived the war, but his mother and father didn't. Narcissa died by the wand of his father, choosing to kill her then let the dark lord torture her into insanity. His father dies for killing his mother, by the dark wizard's wand.

It's him.

He thought contently, focusing on wild untamable dark locks that immediately caught his attention. "Potter" he let himself breathe out without even thinking. His mother and father weren't here; both bore the symbolized curse of you-know-who and were forbidden to enter this realm. He was alone—but felt comfort in watching the Gryffindor golden boy walk amongst the living. His eyes followed the brunette's movements as a sinister dark shadow grew more and more with each passing day. He felt his chest tighten.

"Draco, you are here again today" Luna, the blonde headed Ravenclaw girl, asked him. She was quite fond of his name, and started calling him as so since they came into heaven. She walked steadily towards him, with a small stuffed animal in her hands.

"What are you holding?" he asked curiously, trying to avoid any more questions from the girl's earlier statement. He fought against the urge to shift uncomfortably in his seat—Malfoy's do not fidget, he reminded himself, straightening his stance unconsciously.

"It's called a Pegasus!" the girl replied gleefully with a smile, holding up the white horse which sported wings in front of him. "They're much friendlier than therestrials!" she said bringing the animal closer to her chest, after showing Draco. She walked steadily closer to him now, as if in a trance without saying a word.

"Move away, Lovegood" he said in a dark voice, warning her to not come any closer and the girl responded by taking a few steps back. "So what did you want?" he asked, crossing his arms impatiently in front of him to stress his tone. It was good enough to disguise how uncomfortable he really felt.

Luna gave him another one of her loony smiles. No wonder she was called Loony Lovegood, back when they were still alive—she was just a bit off mark in making sense to normal logic. At times, well most of the time, if you listen carefully, she'd be right. "Arch Angel Raziel is asking for you in the sanctuary" she said, before very quickly moving away, stepping in a dance of sorts without any music. Draco took a deep breath of relief as she moved out of view.

Once again, his locked in vision to the brunette reflected in the water. The terrible shadow was still progressing, over the lad as he interacted with his housemates. Were they stupid enough not to notice his deterioration? He was pressing his cheeks against his hand now, as he placed on elbow on the ledge to support his weight—he sat on the lush ground beneath him. He knew Harry was in pain, he could see it even if he was realms away. He longed to return and take the boy into his arms—away from the hurt.

In fifth year, his friend, Vincent Crabbe destroyed the Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem with a rogue fire curse—killing himself in the process. He had been in the room, along with others who fought against the evil in secret. Harry was present in the room, gaining access by hiding under his invisibility cloak and avoiding Slytherin detection. When the room burst into flames, a strong arm hooked around him waist and dragged him into safety—denying him from his pleas to go back and save Vince. It had been Potter who saved him.

The infatuation came, but he couldn't deny that it had been there before. All his life, his mother had told him stories—stories of this miraculous young man who survived the killing curse. He would, one day, be a powerful wizard, his mother had always whispered to him, urging him to befriend the said boy. He tried in first year, and failed. It was his pureblood upbringing to be blamed—if only, he'd shown Potter his true face that day and not some snobbish pureblood child he was always taught to be, then perhaps they could have been friend.

He sighed; it was better this way. The barrier of animosity between them always reminded him of the clear line which bordered allies and friendship. It would have hurt more if he left that way, if the brunette had cared for him too. He knew after the 'Vince-incident' that the nonexistent rivalry faded away. But it was still better that Harry hated him until the end, perhaps it was easier to let the boy go. The boy's hatred didn't change how much the Slytherin boy had fallen in love.

He willed himself to stand up now, sitting at the edge of the waters with his eyes never leaving the raven-haired boy. He watched the shadow grow lager and larger, growing stronger each day as it fed of Harry's life. It pained him to do so, but there was nothing he could do. He longed to touch the boy again. Would it be so wrong? If he was condemned into eternal punishment, just so he could comfort the man he loved once more?

He'd already broken several rules just by being near the fountain alone; let alone gazing into the human realm. Dipping his foot in the fountain, he broke one of heavens greatest laws.

Let me hold him one last time, before I rest.

. . .

"Harry, mate, wake up!" Ron bouncily greeted him, the red head entering the room after only a few short taps on the door. He tapped on the bed's wooden canopy; creating vibrations in the wood and making his friend stir as if his voice wasn't enough to wake the poor lad.

"Can it wait? Still feeling tired" Harry mumbled back at him, turning around to face away and covering his head with a pillow to cover his friend's voice. If had been four months since the defeat of Voldemort—it was in the middle of his seventh year in Hogwarts. The cause much damage and casualties in the war that the wizarding world seemed to stop once it was all over—every one trying to salvage what they had left.

The castle had been severely damaged, and classes were pushed back for an entire summer to allow recuperation for those who were injured and much needed rebuilding of the towers. Harry spent the summer on site. He neither had the strength or the will to leave Hogwarts and return to his horrible relatives. The nightmares and visions stopped after the dark lord's demise, yet Harry felt himself growing weaker and weaker with each passing day.

He knew the war was over, but another battle had just begun. Since Ron stayed in the burrow to held the recuperating twins along with his sister and Hermione had gone back to her parents to see if any of the battle had affected their world, Harry was left alone in the school at his own will. He took the time to salvage the remaining books in the library about his symptoms and weeks later went to St. Mungo's for an examination.

Even on the brink of death, the evil wizard still found a way to create suffering in the world—even if it was just for him. As he was about to die, Riddle cast a spell that forced part of Harry to slowly die with him bit by bit. So now it was final, Harry was magically dying internally. It was eating away at his soul and his life force—he wasn't destined to have a normal life. Day by day, he could feel his magical energy receding and he himself was growing weaker. Somehow he'd kept his friends at bay and kept the secret well-hidden. This curse had no cure except death.

"Harry? Harry?" He didn't realize that his friend had been calling him for quite sometime. Now, Ron was gingerly waving a hand over the boy's face to get his attention. Harry mumbled something incoherent. "What was that?" the redhead asked, leaning closer to listen more keenly.

"I said I'm up" repeating his statement, the brunette sat up with care to avoid hitting Ron square in the jaw with his forehead. "What are you enthusiastic about today?" he asked, slowly getting up and walking into the bathroom with his pj's for a leak.

"The first years are going to be sorted today! Emma's going to be part of the lot!" Ron said with a happy expression on his face. Emma—it took sometime for the name to register in Harry's mind.

"Charlie's little girl right?" Harry mumbled quietly, stepping out into the bathroom with a slightly saddened aura around him. The waves of sadness were quickly sensed by the other boy and immediately he remedied the situation.

"He died a hero" Ron told him, placing a supporting hand on the other boy's shoulder. Harry nodded in reply. "I'm proud to call him my brother" he said further, giving Harry's shoulder a tight squeeze before releasing him. Without another word, Ron let Harry dress in silence before they walked out of the room to greet the first year students.

Continuing her term as head girl, Hermione led the new batch of first years into the enchanted hallways of Hogwarts. Blaise, meanwhile, took care of his head boy duties in preparing the rest of the older students in the hall, ushering some announcements. Somehow, having Blaise as the head boy felt different—wrong, as if there was another person who was supposed to be head boy this year. Harry shook his head, as far as he could remember, Blaise had always been head boy.

"You know the drill!" Blaise yelled, magically amplifying his voice to allow the entire hall room to hear him. Immediately the student population quieted down as he began his first reminders of the year. "Wands in pockets and do not use magic unless necessary. We do not want your magic disrupting the wards around the hall that were put up during the final battle. Unfortunately, the professors were unable to remove all protective magic so rogue spells will guarantee you a visit to madam Pomfrey, got it?" Just as he finished, the new batch of students came through the majestic double doors of the great hall.

After the speech, McGonnegal, who took the position as head mistress gave her first address as head of Hogwarts. "It is my great honor to welcome all you, survivors. The wizarding community has come through the darkest time in recorded history and now you, young witches and wizards, are the next generation in building the future of our world. Within these walls you shall be blessed with knowledge and wisdom to make the right decisions, along with the strength and will to make these decisions reality. I welcome you all to Hogwarts, may you all learn through out your stay. Let the feat begin!"

. . .

Healing—

They say that angels have healing powers, one that surpasses any magical form of healing at the highest form. Some might call it sacred healing or 'Heaven's touch' to others. They're strong healings powers come from their vast amounts of energy that come from the fountain of life as they pass through. An angels touch can be a healing touch, when they share their life force with the intended recipient to cure any injuries or illnesses.

Harry walked through the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, in the middle of his Defense Against the Dark Arts, he asked to be excused because of an unsettling stomach. Lupin nodded at him and let him away, Harry was just taking the class as a formality anyway. The truth was, he didn't need to be reminded of all the dark spells that death eaters used during the war. He'd heard and experienced them enough.

There he is!

He just wanted to rest for a bit, but a series of coughing fits hit him in strong waves. His knees gave away and he fell to the floor on his knees, with his hand clutching the wall. The coughing grew harsher and so did the pain, it felt like his inside were ripping apart and tearing from within his core. Then the strangest thing happened.

From one of the large open windows on the wall beside him, a flash of light came and a fluttering of—feathers? He needed to blink once, maybe twice before confirming that his eyes weren't deceiving him at all. It was an angel, with short blonde hair that fell elegantly framing a beautiful face. The angel fluttered him wings, until they came into a full stop as he landed on the ground with poise.

"Harry" the mysterious being greeted him, with the most enchanting smile he'd ever seen. His breath hitched, and for a moment he felt a familiarity to that smile—like he had been fond of it from way before, but when? It was then that Harry realized that his convulsion had stopped, looking up once more he noticed that the angel had stretched a hand towards him.

"Who are you?" he asked, taking the offered hand and dusting himself off from the dirt he'd gather when he was kneeling on the floor. He could now fully examine the angel before him. There was an odd sense in the back of his head that he knew who this boy was, but he couldn't put a thumb on it.

"Draco" the other casually replied, walking away as another set of foot steps echoed through the corridor. In a blink of an eye, Draco had once again flown out of the window and disappeared from sight. The brunette was left, trying to tame his breath and trying to grasp what had happened.

He won't remember you.

Draco flew off when he heard another set of footsteps echo through the hall. On instinct, he decided to run away. He cursed at himself for being so idiotic; he remembered that being said to him on the day that he died. Why had he inwardly wished for the brunette to defy all odd yet again and remember him? That had been a stupid mistake. He flew to the astronomy tower, surprised to see the raven boy there.

"What are you doing here, you idiotic fool?" he asked, more of concern but his Malfoy habits kicking back in and supplying the insults. Harry spun around to meet him with a deathly glare in the eye, which was something he missed seeing in those dark green emerald eyes.

"Excuse me?" the boy fired back with the same intensity in his eyes, and making the error of allowing the dark green orbs find soft silver. "What give you the right to call me a fool?"

Draco fought hard to stop laughter from going past his lips. He was barely an hour on earth and yet they were back to their old habits. It was a bit nostalgic really. "This tower is going to give any second" he replied coolly.

"I don't see why that's your business" the hot heated teen said back with a temper.

The blonde eyed him now, closer. "This is moronic Potter, even for you!" Draco shot back, cursing himself for the outburst that flooded him. Damn. Did this guy have a death wish or something? Was the dark lord not enough?

"How do you know my name?" Harry said in shock. His voice grew quiet now. It was less angry and more of concerned. He fought back against the urge to get his wand and fire the next available curse that crossed his mind if this angel—thing threatened him.

"That's because I know you" Draco said calmly, appearing to be cool as he delivered the words but inside his mind was rapidly thinking up of a lie to tell the Gryffindor boy.

"How?"

"Because I'm your guardian angel"

Harry looked at him quizzically before dismissing that thought quickly. He knew the angel had been lying, he could feel that the words weren't real. "Aren't you a few months too late?" he asked, clutching his hand again now fro underneath his robes.

Draco absently touched the underside of his wrist, trying to think of what else to say. He wasn't supposed to remind Harry of his existence before the war. He'd lose the Gryffindor boy as soon as he did. He couldn't explain why he was really here. He couldn't make up any lie for it. With a deep breath, he decided to tell Harry the truth. "I came to see you"

"Wha—t?" the boy just looked at him in awe, as if he saw a blue colored pig flying in the air. It took him a few minutes to recollect himself before leaving the astronomy tower and this so called angel behind him. He'd gotten back to the Gryffindor tower now, when he heard the flutter of wings behind him. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked through his teeth. For someone dead, this guy was getting more annoying than any other person that was alive.

"Following you" was the blonde's simple answer. Harry found that the smirk on the blonde's lips was all too similar to something he'd seen before but he just couldn't think of it at the moment.

"Why?"

"Because I don't have anywhere else to go" Draco replied. Okay, that was a lie. But it was a white lie. He really couldn't go back to heaven right now, he wanted to stay here—with him. He hid his smile as he watched Harry fluster in front of him. He knew that the Gryffindor golden boy had a soft spot for his hero complex. Right now, it was something good that played in his favor.

Harry bit his lip, but not enough to make it bleed. He fidgeted for a while, thinking of possible solutions but it all ended the same way—with people finding out about the mysterious angel following him around. "You can stay in my dorms" he gave in, and led the angel back into his dorms. He'd missed History of Magic and Healing, but assured himself that Remus had told the teachers for him. Sighing, he whispered the password to the portrait and it swung open.

Once they were inside, Harry snapped his fingers so tea and a few biscuits appeared on the able. He let himself fall on the soft plush couch, laying his head before asking the blonde his first question of the night. Draco eyes the biscuits on the able and noted that they were crinkles, a treat which he loved. "Since when do you fancy chocolate then Harry?" he asked curiously before the brunette could utter a word.

The other boy shrugged his shoulders without even looking at him. "I can't remember." Draco nodded, as he waited for the question that he knew Harry was going to ask. "Are you here because I'm dying?" Damn. That caught him off guard. Opening his mouth to speak, but no words came.

"I wanted to see the 'faith of the wizarding world'. You know? The last battle and such" He lied through his teeth and he knew Harry didn't buy it.

"Bull shit"

Since when were Gryffindors so cunning? "Fine. You see…" he trailed off rubbing his wrist and feeling the gold metal band on his fingers. "I actually dropped my Angel's Band" he said, hoping that this time Harry wouldn't catch his lie. Yes the time spent in heaven did quite some tweaking on his brain, making it harder for him to lie.

"Angel's Band?" Harry's tone was questioning, as he took a piece of cookie from the pile on the table. There was a slight throbbing on his head now. This meant that he's over exerted himself for the day.

"I think muggles call it Halo's, I suppose" Draco thought, thinking back to his muggle studies. He noted the boy in front of him was now showing a bit of pain. Walking over without thinking, he placed a cool hand on Harry's head and gently rubbed it in circles. "Better?"

Would we have been like this?

Harry felt a cool hand pressing on his temples, making his body relax in response. That felt good—almost calming. He gave a soft moan in return without answering, letting the other boy continue his ministrations. This felt oddly familiar—there it was again the word he seemed to be using a lot. But it was true, he knew he felt this touch somewhere before.

"Can I stay here until I find my Angel's Band?"

I know it's selfish. But let me have this memory before I fade away.

Barely registering the question, Harry found himself nodding. "Okay. Until you find you Halo" he said, preferring to use the muggle term for it. Draco uttered a soft thanks before returning to work magic with his hand on Harry's temple's until the boy slowly fell into slumber.

Let me learn what it's like to stay by your side.

. . .

"Have you seen Draco lately?" Arch Angel Raziel asked with her melodic voice floating through the air. He wings spread proudly behind her, and her hair intertwining with the Angel's Band on her head. "Luna?" she called to the girl who just entered the room.

The Ravenclaw girl danced into the room with a variety of twists and turns before bowing in front of the powerful angel. Holding her Pegasus in hand, she lifted her head to reveal the golden Angel's Band around her neck. "He was at the fountain again this morning?" Raziel arched an eyebrow at this.

"The Fountain of Life, fountain?" Gabrielle, another Arch Angel asked, stepping beside Raziel. He ranked second in the whole council on angels, directly under Raziel. His Angel's Band was worn around his left arm, loosely hanging around the muscle and magically not falling off. He gritted his teeth as the girl nodded?

"Gabrielle" Raziel warned from beside him. "Luna dear, has he been going there everyday?" She asked softly, tenderly so like a mother cooing a child.

"As sure as the sun rises and falls" Luna replied with another of her sweet loony smiles.

Gabrielle clenched his fists now. He was an angel of honor, code and discipline. He'd asked St. Peter to guard those who enter as angels into their realms but the other man was simply too forgiving. He didn't want such angels to set bad examples to the mortal people.

"Do you know where he might be now?" Luna shook her head furiously. "Do you know why he was always near the fountain" Luna nodded. "Can you tell me why?" Again another shake of the head. "Why?" This time, the girl pointed to the other angels beside Raziel—Gabrielle.

"Okay" the wise angel nodded, motioning for Luna to come close. "Why don't you tell me and it'll be out secret?" As asked as if talking to a naïve five year old child—it worked. "Okay" the girl beside her whispered. "He misses him, like the moon misses stars on a cloudy night"

"Him?"

Luna again nodded. "Yes. He's Draco's sunshine! He always has been!"

Grabrielle looked slightly confused as the bits of information were loud enough to hear. While Raziel only had a look of understanding and love—she knew that Draco had gone into the human world for someone he loved very dearly. It was enough for him to risk punishment with the angel's council for offending such a law. "Let's get him back before the higher angels find out" she said, putting a hand on Gabrielle's shoulder.

"Why? He's already been given a chance. He's ruined it—" the sentence froze when he caught the look on the other angel's eyes.

"I know that he's going through, we must help the poor lad"

. . .

Author's Note:

[Story not mine. It's adapted from a Manga.]

Hello guys!

Yes, I know I haven't updated the Slytherin Prince and Vacation House yet. Rest assured, I will get to those.

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