Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. Green Day owns Ha Ha You're Dead. I own the plot. There ya go.
The war was long over. The Dark Lord had been defeated three years ago to the day. More specifically, to the hour. Harry Potter, now known as the Savior of the Wizarding World sat alone in a graveyard, remembering the horrible massacre on that day that seemed so long ago. More specifically, he sat by the grave of a Death Eater he had killed personally, singing to himself.
A lone tear found its way down Harry's cheek as he remembered casting the curse as vividly as if it had happened the day before.
Three years ago...
"I really don't want to do this, but you're on the losing side," Harry said to the seventeen-year-old boy standing opposite him.
"Harry, please. My father–" "No. If the Dark Mark is on your arm, you can't be trusted. Look at this wasteland. I'm the only person left who cares about you. Your parents, your aunt and uncle, all of your friends. They're all gone. There's no one to protect you anymore. Any remaining Death Eaters will be shunned by the rest of the wizarding world. I'm doing this to save you." The other boy sighed. There was no convincing Harry.
"Fine," he said. "Kill me." He looked Harry straight in the eye. The raven-haired boy was crying, a steady stream of tears rolling down his face. The Death Eater had never seen Harry looking so pained. He didn't want the boy to die.
Harry wiped a tear from his eye. "Is there anything… anything you want me to… to…" He couldn't seem to finish his sentence. "Anything you want to… remember me by?" The other boy moved closer to Harry. "Only one thing." He pulled the Boy-Who-Lived into a passionate kiss. They stood for what seemed like an eternity in complete pleasure, but the howling wind seemed to tear them apart. The kiss was broken, but the two were still entwined in a loving embrace. "Do it now. I want to die in your arms," the boy breathed into Harry's ear.
Harry heaved a shaky sigh and pulled his wand out of his pocket. The other boy smiled at him. "I'll wait for you for an eternity, if that's how long it takes. I'm going to…" But his last words were lost, for Harry had muttered the incantation for the killing curse, and the body with which he was sharing a blissful embrace went limp. The Gryffindor stood in shock, realizing what he had just done, and collapsed under his dead lover's weight.
Back to the present...
"Ha ha you're dead/The joke is over/You were an asshole/And now you're gone" Harry sang shakily, tears beyond control now. He had loathed the Death Eater until a fateful day nearly four years ago (turns out he hadn't quite figured out his emotions). But that story is one that won't be told now. "Dammit! Why did you have to go? Why did I have to take you? I'll never forgive myself, you know."
Harry came to this graveyard every year in mourning of his lover's death. He sang that song every year. He sat by the grave until the break of dawn, and performed the last of his annual ceremony. He knelt in front of the headstone and spoke in a barely audible whisper: "Though we were only together for a short time before your passing, I feel like I've been with you forever. I love you, and I miss you…" He looked up at the name engraved on the headstone, and began crying more fiercely still.
Draco Malfoy
Born May 14, 1980
Died July 16, 1997
And for the last part of his ritual, Harry removed his wand from his back pocket, pointed it at himself, and muttered, "Crucio."
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