A/N: Don't own anything.
Angst that refused not to be written. Sorry if it upsets anyone. R&R if you wish.
Hermione,
I'm sorry things have to end like this, but there is nothing for me here. I miss him, and now I can be with him.
Everything is set into motion. All that's left to say is that I will miss all of you. Tell the Malfoy's that I'm sorry.
Harry
PS. Make sure the world reads this:
It was the day of the final battle. Little did I know that it would be the last day I saw my love. I told him to stay at Hogwarts. It wasn't safe for him to come and fight. If he was caught, he would have been tortured and killed. But, just like he always did, he promised me he would stay away and then snuck off to fight anyway. It wasn't until Voldemort was dead that I even knew he was there. As the old bastard died, he ran straight at me, screaming that the war was over. It was then that time stopped. Bellatrix stepped out from the shadows and cursed him. I saw the bright green light come straight towards him, but I knew that I was powerless. I saw him crumple, and time started to pass again. I fell to my knees, losing all my strength and joy. The war was over, but I had no reason to live. Hermione saw me sobbing next to his body and told me that everything would be okay. She didn't understand. No-one did. The love of my life was dead, and yet they all expected me to go out and join the celebrations.
The following months passed as a blur. I settled back into a dull routine, retaking my seventh year at Hogwarts. I kept my head down, and no-one noticed that I was still grieving. No-one knew about our relationship, except Blaise and Neville. They offered me silent support, but in their heart of hearts, they knew that I wasn't living any more. I was just existing, and yet only the two of them realised.
Christmas passed as a blur, with me having no cause to celebrate. I thought back to our first Christmas together, only a year ago. We promised that we would be together forever. We were going to get married. All that joy, all that anticipation of the future. You were too young to die. I was too young to cope with losing my one true love.
I became more and more solitary, spending all my time high in the air, on my Firebolt. It felt like I was just a spectator, watching life moving on around me, whilst I was just a fixed point in time. On what would have been our anniversary, I visited your grave. I read the inscription:
Here lies Draco Malfoy
Fighter for the light
Slain in Battle
Beloved son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Beloved Fiancé of Harry Potter
No-one but your parents had been to visit your grave. Only they knew of our engagement and the plans I had made. I miss you Draco. We'll be together forever now I promise. Living was impossible without you, so Death is my only choice.
Harry then drank a potion and left the room. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes as the darkness surrounded him. 'I'm coming, Draco.' He whispered.
The papers the next day contained the news, the contents of the letter and the following message:
I Hermione Granger found this, and, to fulfil the will of my best friend, I'm letting the world know.
Draco and Harry
Malfoy and Potter
Eternally bonded in love
Rest in Peace forever
I wish I'd noticed things earlier, but even then, it wouldn't have changed anything. Harry was lost that day. His existence may not have ended until yesterday, but his life ended, on that battlefield, when Draco Malfoy died.