A/N: Here is the prologue or prelude or whatever you want to call it. It's actually the near ending of the story placed in the very beginning. Short, sweet, and worse than corny. Reviews will certainly be appreciated.

We walked down a path, quite blind
And stabbed each others toe.
Then, luck and fate found us to bind
And put us through some woe.

Bound in love, we went around
And took a merry-go-round.
Thus, death of love we crowned
And that was how fate frowned.

Since love then broke,
When them and your folk
Planted a seed of distrust that never faded.
And, like so, never abated.

Envy, we ate.
Jealousy, we tore.
And then there was nothing more
That could've placed us back on the floor.

Those last moments at Hogwarts were spent in enchanted silence. It was a picturesque scene in the school grounds away from all the people and noise. There was no one to be found except for two lads who sat in silence under a certain special tree. Their hands held in each others, a blond boy unwilling to let go of the other's.

A distant bell chimed. In the faraway background, barely audible train-whistles could be heard along with the onward rush of students making their way to the Hogwarts Express.

"Draco, it's soon time to part. We should start making a move."

"No. Hold on. Let us talk for a little bit."

"Fine, just for a moment though."

"So where are you going to go after we get back to London?"

"I don't know. I was thinking Godric's Hollow again. Maybe stay at Weasley's house and start building a real life."

"How about with me?"

"No. It won't work. And anyway, I want to get away from the wizarding world for a while. I'm tired. Tired of life and all this conflict. I'm tired of magic and death. Most of all, I'm tired of love, Draco." Draco avoided eye contact in shame. "But we'll definitely see each other again, so don't be too disappointed."

And quite quickly, hope revived in Draco's eyes. He then glimpsed at Harry's face and settled on staring him in the eye intently, "You promise?"

Harry nodded and held out his little finger to make a pinky promise. "I promise."

Draco gave a meager smile and held a small twinkle in his eye. "I'll miss you, Harry. Miss you a ton."

"I will too."

A brief silence. The wind blew gently.

Then rather unexpectedly, a tear skied down Draco's cheek onto the grass. It looked like morning dew, a perfect droplet except for a regretful tinge on it.

Another tear was soon to follow when abruptly Draco brushed it off. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about the fire and the Room of Requirements. I didn't know… I didn't know The Dark Lord had lied to me. I didn't know… Harry, I'm really sorry!"

"Hush, Draco. Don't be a wimp." Harry sighed heavily, "And don't say sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. And, Draco, don't call Riddle, the Dark Lord. It's silly. He's dead now."

Draco sniffed lightly, "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm truly sorry." He looked down at his own lap in shame for a time.

"Don't be. It's alright. Seriously."

"But…can we…can we go back to the way we were??"

"I'm afraid, no." Harry felt guilty.

Draco's eye pleaded desperately. It called for Harry, but Harry knew they couldn't return back to the way they were before. The laceration was too deep to fix this time. Only time could mend it…

Ahhh…the memories. Those first days, reminisced Harry.

Harry sighed again. He pulled his hand out of Draco's. Subsequently, Harry turned, walked away, and didn't dare to glance back in fear of seeing Draco's wretched expression of melancholy.

And so they diverged.

I'll miss you…Draco… whispered Harry in his own head.

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