Summary: A man visits his lost love's grave.

Pairing: implied Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter is not mine.

A/N: The idea started when every time I listened Jippu's Vanha kaunis mies, a piece of film played in my mind. I saw platinum hair in wind. In my mind I always saw Lucius, but somehow Draco replaced poor Lucius in the writing stage.

This is a translation of a fic I wrote originally in Finnish.


Beautiful Old Man

He stood next to that grave
Black hat it his hand
Speaking to the frozen leaves in the snow

Old man stood silently in front of a tombstone.
Almost all of the surrounding graves had bundles of flowers.
Only the grave in front of the man was bare.
Only little rimed blades of grass and autumn's leaves decorated it.

Blonde man's hair was touched by silver,
platinum blondness of them was heightened by silver highlights.
The silver was mingled in the hair that used to be pure white.

A sudden gust of wind tousled the hair.
For a moment it played with the strands, before getting tired,
and continuing its way, lightly yanking on the flowers.
Irritated, the man smoothed down his hair.

His features were marred by the light weavings of time,
otherwise they were just like they had been sixty years ago.
They were still adorned by almost as proud expression as they had been so long ago.
Even decades couldn't take it apart.

Only the way his eyes looked had changed.
Events of the past had done it.
No, not events; him.
Blonde man's only true love.
And the loss of that true love.
It had been that pride of his that had cost him that one;
the only one who had ever mattered to him.

Beautiful,
Old sad man
Snowy blue flowers
Gathered on your grave

Slowly he lowered a sheaf of dark blue roses on his love's grave.
"At first I wanted to forget you. I believe you understand that,
actually, I know that you do. You always did understand me. Even when I didn't myself,"
the man caressed the stone figure on the tombstone.

"It's been so long and still it feels like we parted just yesterday,"
philosophizing was followed by a sneer.
"This is supposed to be your job. The touchy feely thing that is.
I should be the adult one in this relationship."

Slowly tears started to trickle from his eyes.
Crystal clear drops first run down his cheeks ,
then stopped at his chin, and dropped on the collar of his black robe.
They glistered for a moment before they were absorbed by the dark fabric.

He had returned to tell
He can love and
That he can't dream without you

"I missed you so much later.
And I had no idea where you had gone.
I did everything I could to find you,"
a thin smile rose on his lips.
"I used all the influence of Malfoys to find you."

"Funny, isn't it. I was so sure you wouldn't be able to keep hiding from me.
In the end you were right. Like you always were,"
he smiled sadly.
"Even after all these years I love you.
If possible, even more than before."

One last time he stroked the white marble.
It felt like the smooth surface answered to his touch.
Slowly he turned and started on the pathway across the graveyard.

Just when the grave left the reach of his sight,
he thought he saw movement on the edge of his range of vision.
Fast he whirled around.
Against all rational, he had seen a familiar human figure slip into the shadows.
A very familiar figure in that.
The old man could have sworn he had seen a boy with black mess of hair and eyeglasses disappear in the maze of the graveyard.

After a moment of surveying, he shook his head, an old man's mind was playing with him.
Slowly, leaning on his cane for support, he limped out of the graveyard.

Beautiful,
Old sad man,
On the edge of the crystal stream left a heart


A/N: Words on cursive are roughly translated lyrics from a song called Vanha kaunis mies (Old beautiful man) from a Finnish singer and songwriter Jippu. It's a beautiful song, so even if you don't understand the lyrics, I recommend to listen it.