Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The title was taken from an Ani Difranco song.

Overlap - Chapter one.

I search your profile

For a transaltion

I study the conversation like a map

And I know there is strength

in the differences between us

and I know there is comfort

where we overlap

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Harry's pov

I'm not sure how this all started. The lake I mean. Hermione would probably make a joke that I live down here, if she were still around. After we all graduated, everyone went their own ways. Hermione went to the ministry and became an unspeakable, Ron Started playing professional quiditch as a chaser. Seamus and Dean both went to the ministry I heard Dean was doing something with the magical sports department while Seamus seems to be jumping from department to department gaining popularity and support, which will probably lead him to being minister of magic one day.

Me, I've stayed here in the village of Hogsmead. I come down to the lake a lot. It's peaceful here. In Hogsmead I work part time at a branch of the ever growing Weasley Wizarding Weeze's. On my spare time though, you could call me an artist. I do various work mostly I sell my work to tattoo parlors and I do some work with graphic design and advertising for some muggle companies.

I started coming down to the lake about two months ago. The summer is nearly out now and my nineteen year old self is enjoying the rest of the sun. I never used to enjoy the sun that much. But once Voldemort is dead I like it. It's nice and warm. It was a surprise when in my seventh year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy defeated the Dark Lord. It turns out that all the prophecies and all the 'savior of the wizarding world' was just the nonsense of a desperate old man. He never took into consideration that Draco Malfoy was also born on the same night as me and Neville. Draco was marked as an equal that night too, Draco was named his successor, being the son of his most loyal servant.

Yep, Draco killed him, sent a combination curse of avada kadavra and lumos. Voldemort dissolved like a sugar cube in coffee. I watched it happen. Draco just stood there. Staring at the pile that was Voldemort, I walked up to him and shook his hand. I thanked him, we smiled at each other. He turned and walked away. I heard later that he had gone to his manor and killed his father with the same curse. At the time Lucius had bee working on creating his own Horcruxes, Draco got to him first, officially ending the rein of terror Tom Riddle had created.

From what I hear Draco teaches Potions at Hogwarts now. I heard that he moved the potions lab to a large tower room, a room that has many windows and of course a special dark room for the potions that need to be brewed in darkness. I heard that the room is warm and clean and that Draco is a very knowledgeable and competent teacher. I guess Snape's favoritism was well placed.

I like the lake. I can look at Hogwarts from the opposite side that I did as an adolescent. It's calming, sort of like looking at the changes and growths that I've made throughout my life. I like to look at his tower too. I can see him up there sometimes, teaching, he's changed too. But for now I have to go, I'm meeting Jonathon in an hour at the club; he'd be pissed if I was late again.

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Draco's pov

I can see him watching me sometimes, staring up from the lake. His dark air was longer than it was in school, and it looked like he had gotten it thinned so it was no lounger unruly. He just sits there and stares at the Lake and at the school. It's like he can't let go of it. Not that that's a bad thing, neither can I. Hell, I started working here right after the fall of Voldemort, if anyone can't let go of Hogwarts it's me.

I wonder sometimes what he does. The spotlight's no lounger on him. It was on me for awhile but that too died down as the months went by. I know he lives in Hogsmead and he works at the Weasley shop sometimes. But that can't be it. In Hogsmead I see him sitting on benches, always with a notebook, I think he draws, but I can't be sure.

I'm still surprised that when I took the Dark Lord down that he came and thanked me, he was completely sincere. I guess the eleven year old inside me thought he would be pissed that I took away his spot light. I guess I never really realized until later that it was never about the fame for him. I think now that it was probably horrible for him once he got to Hogwarts, being idolized because your parents were killed when you were a baby by some crazed homicidal killer.

Tonight I'll be going out with an old friend, Blaise Zabini. He asked me out last week and I must say I was surprised, I had no idea he even fancied men! Blaise is a pretty good looking bloke; I figure I need to get back out dating again. He wants to take me to some club that's opened in Hogsmead, apparently it's the new hotspot or some nonsense. Blaise is definitely what I call 'high class', he's into the latest fashions, the new clubs, the new hot diet. I wonder if I could ever keep up with him. I like my clothes, I like them to be nice a presentable but I'd rather not keep up, I'd rather stay at my own pace. I think that's what Hogwarts is about, going your own pace, learning what you can.

AN: Hey, I hope you like the first chapter in my new story! This novella will be updated every wednesday. I must say that this story has much more promise that 'A Nott'...I have a better plot lined up and just a much better idea about what's going to happen.

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