A/N: It's Verena! Woot! First Fanfic. YEAH!!

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Prologue: Time after Time

Ever since he was born, Harry Potter had to learn how to 'grin and bear it'. At age eleven he learned that he had an insane murderer after his head. After he turned fourteen he faced that deadly murderer, saved a fellow student, and finally learnt his full responsibilities as the child destined to defeat Voldemort. Now, at age sixteen, he was at his final face-off with his nemesis after years of battle. The moment of climax had come, and it took place at a placid mansion by the sea...

The seaside manor, which served as the hide out for Voldemort and his minions, sat atop a sheer drop into the cold Atlantic. And inside was a young man on a quest; Harry Potter. He had gotten all the horcrux's but one; Nagini, Voldemort's familiar. Harry, Ron and Hermione, were in the Dark Lord's mansion, and had Godric's Sword hovering head. A drop of his Nagini was no more.

"Come on we need to kill Vol-" Harry didn't get any farther. Death Eaters had apperated, and were shooting spells--dark spells--everywhere.

"CRUCIO!"

"Stupefy!"

"Sectemsempra!"

Hermione had been hit with a cutting curse, right over here heart.

"HERMIONIE!" Ron caught her but it was too late. Ron was hit with a bone breaking curse, in the neck; it killed him instantly.

"RON! HERMIONIE!" Harry screamed, as he ran to his fallen friends.

As he knelt over his best friend's corpses, he noticed the Death Eaters were gone, and Harry knew exactly why. He huddled over Ron and Hermione's corpses "You, You killed them, YOU KILLED THEM YOU FREAKING BASTARD!" Harry still had his back toward him.

"Now, now Harry let us watch our temper" He knew that voice. The reason his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Ginny, The Weasleys, Ron, Hermione; were all dead. All because of--

"Avada Kedavra!" Yelled Voldemort

Harry was quicker; he dodged the spell with ease and returned two others, "Reducto, Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort dodged Harry's spells just as fast. But he, however, wasn't as fast to respond to Harry's tackle. Harry had picked himself up faster than Voldemort thought he would. There was a crack between the wrestling pair, and the fragments of their wands fell to the floor with a clatter.

"This... is the last time... I will see your... snaky face ever... again!" Harry, after some struggle, managed to push Voldemort out the window, but his momentum was off, and Voldemort pulled Harry down as well.

"If I shall die, I want to know I took the infamous BOY-WHO-LIVED down with me!!" And with that the mortal enemies plummeted to their fate, unprepared to meet the jagged rocks that lay at the bottom of the cliff.

It was the undeniable truth that they were to die; that they were dead.

April 3 1996: Voldemort was gone-- Forever.

The Death Eaters, who were now leader-less, disposed of the corpses, and began leaving Britain. Most were arrested on sight at the borders, but because of their small choice, the wizarding world never found about the truth of Harry Potter...

Chapter 1: A Friendship

It was Draco Malfoy's second year out of Hogwart's and it was Ginny's first.

"Draco! I'll be back at lunch, 'Kay? I might be a little late though, lunch rush is always a chore," yelled Ginny over her shoulder. She had a job over at the diner along the way.

She had returned home for her lunch break, regaled Draco with a fascinating story about a couple of costumers who were breaking up --Apparently, being 'cheap' is a girl's pet peeve-- and she had to returned for her 'lunch rush'

"Okay Ginny!" Draco called back. 'Sometimes—no--- girls are always so freakishly talkative. It's like they don't even know the meaning of "shutting up"' Thought Draco finishing up his lunch.

It was three years since the final battle, only three. Yet the entire wizarding world had forgotten completely about their precious 'Boy-Who-Lived' and all the others who had died. All they cared about was that the war was over.

Personally Draco thought he would never forget the war and all the horrors he lived through. Ever since his sixth year all they were talking about was 'You-Know-Who's dead, hooray!' And that's it. Only he and Ginny seemed to actually mourn anymore.

The thing that brought the pair together was the fact that they were the only ones who seemed to care that the golden trio and others were dead. Which was weird; Draco thought that at least the parents of the fallen would care. Yet he was wrong; the ignorance of people astounded him sometimes.

)))))))) Flashback(((((((((

The infamous Malfoy walked aimlessly in the corridors of Hogwarts and passed by an unused classroom. However on that particular night the classroom had an inhabitant. Draco slipped passed doorway... and stubbed his toe on the girl's backpack.

"Bollocks!" He swore.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He recognized the voice—and hair--- of the wease--Ginny

"No, it's a bodiless spirit" Replied Draco dryly

"Go away Malfoy!" She said angrily, Draco could see her wiping her wet eyes.

"Well, I am a prefect. I have the right to be here and tell you have to go back to bed Ginny."

"Malfoy your such a—"

"I advise you not to finish that sentence"

There was an odd silence.

"Did you call me by my first name?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yeah"

"Oh,"

"Umm...Are you Okay?" Malfoy asked as if those three words were an effort to say.

"Why would you care?" Replied Ginny icily

"Why would you, if it was you who walked in on someone else?" Draco snapped.

The silence echoed in the large classroom.

"It's everyone else, they don't-"

"-care, I know the feeling—or lack of, in this case"

"Malfoy ... Do you know a place I can stay; somewhere secret? I don't think I can go back home to Mu—my parents"

"Maybe you could stay with me... The manor completely belongs to me now. It has belonged to me since my parents were imprisoned. "

"And you don't care?!" She asked shocked.

"What they did was wrong, and then they try to force me to follow?! They deserve what they got. And of course I bloody well care! Just because I'm a bloody pure-blooded Slyt--"

"I`m sorry," She apologized cutting off his rant.

"I'm finding hard to believe you."

Ginny hiccoughed. "So..."

End flashback

After that he and Ginny had become closer; Sharing secrets, hopes, and dreams. They even tried to date, but that was a catastrophe, so they settled as friends. They even moved the Malfoy Manor to Newfoundland, and replaced the millions of wards.

Now Ginny worked the diner, and Draco worked as a substitute teacher at schools all over Newfoundland. They had been receiving the daily Prophet, until the Ministry collapsed. The 'mini-ministry' was currently trying to fix that. There were homeless people everywhere, and the entire of magical Britain lived in poverty.Not to mention Dumbledore was the heart of all the 'fixing'.

DING DONG!

The door gave a resounding ring before Draco decided to open it.

'It must be uncle Sev,' thought Draco. Once and a while Snape stopped by to pick up plants from their greenhouse. But Draco opened the door to find three children outside the doorstep.

"Excuse me sir," Draco was surprised to hear a perfect British accent, "Can you direct use to the closest," The boy's face scrunched up in concentration "Tow-en?"

"It's 'Town', and come inside it raining."Draco had to stifle a laugh after his mispronunciation.

"Yes sir"

A/N: Yea!!! So hyper!! Anyway, how is it? REVEIW!! I know Draco might be a little OOC. Sorry.