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Ashes, Tears and Pain...

Only ashes were left. Even if he had been the most powerful Dark Lord in history, he had just disappeared in ashes. No ominous light, no last breathed curse, no word of hate, just ashes and silence. Like a end that he savoured more than anyone, had finally come. Still not a soul will miss the evil man. All will rejoice the death of such evilness. Yet it could not be called a victory.

Green eyes opened, searching for a smile, for relief. He wanted to witness a glimpse of the peace, he had to die for. But there were none. Instead salted water was found on the survivors' faces...Tears and grief was spilling from their eyes. And it was for Harry such a hard thing to see that he had to close his eyes once again.

To escape the pain, the feeling that he had not done enough. That it was all his own fault. That if he have been better, quicker, so many would not have died. But he knew it was wrong too think this way. Because in this instant, he could feel the magic that had been with him from the day of his birth. The magic that had saved him from death many times. The magic that felt like it was now suddenly too much for his body alone. It was like boiling and if all that power he could not prevent them from dying. Then nothing could have been done. But perhaps, with his flowing power he could do something. He was after all the most powerful wizard on earth now.

So he tought. He tried to remember any spell that could be used to retrieve the lost souls of his dead friends. And when he realized that he would not be able to save them, he got angry. Angry with Fate at first, he had to sacrifice so much for the Greater Good and it had not been enough. Then he saw red at his own selfishness, he had gained so much magic from this fight and still was complaining about what he had lost when the families of the deceased fighters did not have that privilege. That's why it was himself he was the most furious about.

Even if he had all that magic, all that power, he could not do a thing. If only, he could share it... The thought stroke him like lightning, he just had to share it. So he concentrated on his magic, this enormous amount of magic. When he was sure he had the grasp of it, he search the fallen castle for the souls of his fellow wizards dead in the battle. It took no time to found them but there were already people approaching him.

"Harry, is everything alright?" said Hermione.

The clever witch had probably felt the strong spell that he was casting but was still advancing. Too caring of him, to stay away. He was struggling to keep the souls in their hosted bodies, he knew he might be too tired to succeed but he could not have waited. If he had not did it at this exact moment the soul would have left the castle accepting their death with the end of the battle. So he forced a bit on the limit that his magic had put to keep what he needed for himself. He sensed like a warning of a good friend when a wave flowed through him bringing down the barrier to his own very vital magic.

And then a heaviness took him by surprise. His knees were barely keeping him standing and were about to give out. Still he pulled on the power, in the very core of his magic and the spell took place. Light drawn out of him like snakes. And the pure magic flew away like it had a purpose. Then another came out, from the very space where should had been the heart of the green-eyed wizard. It was know only a hole of a beautiful golden-colored light. As one after the other snakes were pulling out of his magical core, he could hear.

The rapid beating hearts of the audience, the panted breaths of the amazed, the hopeful silence in the castle. And then a cry, Molly's cry in the now beating chest of his son. He could see new tears, but this time he found along with them the smiles and the relief he fought to get. The peace.

But then he came across worry, in the eyes of someone he would not have imagine. All the more, it was worry over his well-being, his safety. Wonder if everything could be ending this well without having to sacrificing anything in return. But there was cleverness in those silver like grey eyes. And they knew already from the war that just had ended that nothing were always as simple. Then he tried to comfort, saying that it will be okay. But even if his lips was moving not a word could be heard.

He was cut from the world as the golden snakes were returning to him and that heavy white clothed arms were closing around him. He was accepting the unconsciousness already as several people were running toward him. Yet, at the exact moment where green were hidden beneath tanned skin, the Savior disappeared.

Leaving his friends crashing to the ground unable to rescue him from being taken. "What just happened?" asked Ron Weasley while standing pulling up with him Hermione Granger.

"Harry did something to take us back from death." answered Remus Lupin panting from his sudden dash.

"How did he do such a thing?" wondered Neville Longbottom when Luna Lovegood snuggled in his arm relieved that she was fine.

"He smiled... "said Draco Malfoy still sitting on the ground not caring the last bit about his Malfoy upbringing.

"What are babbling about Malfoy? And what did you thing you were doing running to Harry like that did you thought you could kill him before he was kidnapped?" snapped Ron, more surprise by the act than anyone.

"Ron, stop it. What were you talking about? He smiled?" repeated Hermione before seeing Malfoy nod in confirmation. "Did he knew it was going to happen? That it was a result for bringing everyone back?"

"I do not know about that Hermione but I am more worried about where Harry was taken? Why? And more importantly by who?" cut in Professor Lupin as worried as one could be when they surrogate godson had just vanished.

"What was that anyway? It seemed like a Dementor to me but I never saw a white one!" whined Hermione. "I am not even sure if it was a Dementor but he was too tall to be a man. But we cannot exclude that possibility!"

"You are not making any sense Granger." said Draco now standing up and brushing of dirt from his robe.

He had regained his composure however not quickly enough. He could catch from the corner of his eye, the all-knowing witch glancing suspiciously at him. However her watchful glance was nothing in comparison to the glares he was receiving from his father. He could guess his surprise and incomprehension behind his Malfoy poker face. Yet, he did not care about what his father was thinking. He felt like he owned Potter not only because he saved his life but also because he was keeping the Aurors from throwing his parents straight in Azkaban. He could not fathom why the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice did such a thing for him but he was grateful. A word from the Golden Boy and all the Aurors were cowering away like the Malfoy were sacred creatures to their hero. Moreover the sudden disappearance of those beautiful green eyes which used to drift to the young blond, were making him miss them.

"Mr. Malfoy?" called the Werewolf.

"What?" came an irritated answer from being bothered out of his thoughts.

"You just said that Harry smiled before he has taken away. You know Harry probably as well as Hermione and Ron with all the fighting you did with him. Did it felt like he was aware of what was happening ?" caustiously asked his former professor. Hope filling his eyes when Draco close his eyes to catch the sight of a smiling Potter once again.

"First of all, I do not like to be put in the same group with those two and less if it is about my supposed closeness to Potter. But I have to admit, that smile was weird, indeed." stated the young Malfoy before folding his arm to his chest, thoughtful.

"What do you mean?" pressed the weasel eager for a clue to find his friend.

"Ron, let him think first. He need to recall what he saw in detail." intervened Granger.

"But we don't have time. We need to hurry up he can not take his time to think like he have all the time in the world while my best mate might be tortured by who knows what!" snapped Weasley still staring Malfoy, like it would make him go quicker.

"Will you just shut up? I am trying to concentrate here!" complained it did surprised the two friend since he seemed like he was really trying to find a clue to get Harry back. Yet, he was still silent his face in a pensive expression when his silver eyes opened wide.

"It felt like he was willing!" suddenly proclaimed the blond wizard."It felt like that time when I met him just after the Sectumsempra incident. He did not do a thing when I hexed him because he knew it was coming and that he earned it in a way. And that smile felt just the same." explained Draco convinced by his reasoning as he was adding in a whisper for himself but still the other three heard him. "Like a small unsaid apology that he could not find the courage to pronounce. Bloody Gryffindor, he knew fucking well where he was taken and by who, but I can't guess that!"

"We are going to find him." said Remus to the fuming Malfoy, reassuring.

"Yeah! We are going to find Potter so I can curse the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Twice-As-Annoying into the next millenium!"