Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any other characters from J.K. Rowling's novels.
A dark haired young man sat in the middle of a moonlit field. Tears spilling down his face as he cradled the head of the light hair boy in his arms. It had all happened at once, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Voldemort was now dead, but now he had nothing to live for. How could he live a life without his love? Finally he made his decision, and as the blade slid into the soft flesh of his stomach, he was finally at peace.
Flashback:
"Avada Kedavra!" Yelled Voldemort as he pointed his wand at Harry.
"NO!" Yelled Harry, Draco Malfoy had jumped in front of Harry the spell absorbing into his body, the boys eyes went blank as he fell to the ground, Harry in a furious rage had cast 'Avada Kedavra' on Voldemort, then fell to the ground beside his dead lover.
It was no other than Harry's own two best friends that discovered the bodies the next day. The funeral was held the next weekend, but nobody was able to cry, nobody could accept the death of either Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy. It wasn't until after the ceremony that anyone wept.
Authors Note: It sucks, I know, but I really needed to write it…