A bloody 28 year old Harry Potter stared at all the death and destruction that surrounded him. He had fulfilled the prophesy and killed the dark lord. Not with love as Albus had thought but with hate, anger, and grief. The dark lord had killed his family, friends, and beloved Draco. Harry had lost everything and everyone he had ever loved to finally destroy the snake faced bastard. Harry died the moment his beloved dragon took his last breath. Draco was his light, without him Harry would forever be trapped in the darkness. Harry stared down at his beloved's face and wept. "I'm so sorry my love. I failed you when you needed me most. I should have taken better care of you. I should have told you I love you more. I was not worthy of your love or respect. You deserve so much better than me. I will regret for the rest of my life not telling you how much you meant to me. How blessed I was to have you love me. I will never forgive myself for all the many times I ignored you when I should have been worshipping you." Harry said in grief and despair. Harry then gently picked Draco up into his arms. He held him tightly and wished for his beloved to come back to him. Harry decided since his love couldn't come to him, he would go to his love. He kissed his beloved on the lips one last time. Then he laid his beloved dragon gently back down. With his wandless magic he called his sword to him and plunged it straight through his own heart. Harry fell on top of Draco. His wish to be with Draco was not to be. Harry's massive amount of power had made him a god. And we all know gods can never die. No matter how much they want to, with all their being. But Harry refused to give up. He would be with his beloved dragon again. He would use his power to send himself back in time. He would sacrifice anything and anyone for a chance to be with his beloved Draco again. Harry would sell his soul if that was the cost. No price was too high to pay for a second chance.
I couldn't believe I had actually managed to go back in time. I always believed my power was only good for defeating Riddle. But I was wrong I was able to create a time portal. It hurt like hell going through it. Had I not been immortal I would have died. The only problem was instead of going a few years back I went all the way back to my parent's time at Hogwarts. I should be happy, I get to know my parents now. I also get to see my godfather again. But I'm not happy and I know I never will be without Draco. I will not open the time portal again. Because then I might go even further back. I will wait for my Draco. But while I'm waiting I'm going to make this world a better place for my beloved dragon. The dark lord and his death eaters will be dead and buried soon. The only ones I'll spare are my beloved dragon's parents. And for anyone else that stands in my way may the other gods have mercy on your souls because I won't.