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The Eternal Soul

It was 6am on a beautiful Saturday morning.The sun was just starting to creep into the windows of this cute little flat, that had windows on 3/4 of the walls. No matter what time of the day, the sun was always visible.Not to mention the view from in there was outstanding. As a child, Harry Potter never had the luxury of windows to watch the sky, let alone a window,...let alone 6 cubic feet of space. He didn't about such things anymore. It had been just about a year since the war against Voldemort unfolded at Hogwarts, but if felt like yesterday to Harry. When he closed his eyes he could smell the smoke, hear the screaming, feel the ground shake beneath him. The problem was, sometimes, when he opened his eyes, the memories didn't disappear. Turning over in his bed, he was greeted with the usual sounds. His coffee pot turning on, the morning bus taking it's route past his flat, and his neighbors television, which was always on, and very loud.Was she deaf, or did the old bat kick the bucket months ago and no one knew? Harry often pondered going to investigate, but never followed through with it.

Considering what they all went through, Harry and his friends were doing pretty well. Since the school had been almost completely destroyed, Minerva McGonagall had set up another, temporary, location for the students to still attend classes. The best part was it was in London, therefore Harry got to see Ginny quite often. Ginny was doing fairly well, living around the corner from Harry with Hermione. She had to take classes 4 days a week, then a practical lesson day with her brother George. Hermione and Ginny liked living together, mostly because it kept their minds off all the lost friends and loved ones. The only one who wasn't doing so well, was Ron. He was breaking, his soul torn by the loss of his brother Fred. He had a huge void in his chest and it caused him to want to find himself again. This, of course, meant he had to break up with Hermione. He came to understand what Harry had meant before when he explained the whole " being only friends", " Like a sister", " part of the family, my family" kind of thing.They parted gracefully and all was well. Ron was spending a lot of time with Percy, trying to reconnect with the family he had left. Hermione liked knowing she had a family like this, close friends she knew she could count on, but something was missing.

" Another body in your bed!" said Ginny one day " That's what you're missing!"

Laying there, staring at the ceiling, Harry began to plan out his day, which was interrupted by the Prophet owl dropping off today's edition. Harry slipped a knut into the pouch around the owl's leg and ruffled it feathers behind it's neck. Hedwig always loved it when he did this, so now, it was just out of habit. He strolled across the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, settling down at the table, he flipped the paper out on the table with a THUD.Skimming the front page was needed these days. Since the war was long over, nothing had really happened since. Once he turned through to page 5, then 6, he brought his cup to his mouth,

" YOUNG MALFOY HEIR, DRACO, TURNS IN DEATH EATER PARENTS"

Harry spit his coffee clear across the table, dropped his cup and flung himself onto the table over the paper.

"Draco Malfoy, 19, turned over his parents, Lucius and Narcissa, to the

Ministry and Aurors yesterday."

Harry could not believe his eyes. It seemed to be a dream he just couldn't wake up from. Unable to tear himself away, he read on.

" The young man was quoted in saying " I'm tired of all the fighting. I

want to be at peace!" He went on to say he actually found detailed

plans that were drawn out on finding Harry Potter and known friends

Ms. Hermione Granger and several members of the Weasley Family

This reporter cannot believe that even with Voldemort gone, his

followers are still attacking Harry Potter. " it seems more out of anger

than actual purpose" says Auror Kinsley Shacklebot.Draco Malfoy

went on to say " My Father had a list of names with some other

documents, tucked into this binder" Young Mr. Malfoy held out

a red covered folder with a golden circle on it. Across the top

was etched the letters my eternal soul. Both Mr. Malfoy and

myself were baffled as to what it could be. However he has

assured me that further information found will be released as

soon as it is discovered."

Finishing the article, Harry let himself fall flat into the chair. Raising his hand to scratch the back of his head, he started to think.

" I wonder what all of this is about? Can I really accept that Draco would actually be a decent person? What was on those other papers to make him want to go and turn in his parents like that? (laugh) Am I stupid and this is all a trap? Possibly.."

It was 11:30 am when Harry finally got out of that chair in his tiny kitchen. He had thought this over and over. He wanted answers and He knew who the only person was who could answer them.

As he walked up the winding stone driveway, he began to think of the last time he was here. How happy they were to find Luna alive. How truly terrifying Greyback was in person. The sounds of Hermione being tortured through the cell walls. All of this gave Harry a great lump in his throat, and a chill up his back. Reaching the big oak doors, his pulled his want out, and began to question the greatness of this plan. Just as he was about to reach the knocker, the door flung open and out came a bounding giant silver great dane, knocking Harry to his back onto the ground.

"Well, I might say I'm surprised to find you here, but I'm not." said a voice from in front of Harry.

Slowly he turned his head towards the door. There stood Draco Malfoy, a little taller, just as skinny as before, dressed in a hoodie and jeans. A lot more casual compared to the suits he used to wear everywhere with his father.

" I would have thought you'd have been here an hour ago" Draco said, leaning down and held out his hand to Harry.

For a moment Harry starred at the hand, examining it. He was not sure what to make of it, cautiously he took it, rising up from the ground. Draco stepped aside, inviting Harry inside. Skeptically he slowly entered the home he had once feared.

They walked into the study, taking seats across from each other at a small table. It was just as cold as Harry remembered, just as damp, much brighter though. The manor now had a feeling of openness.Draco began pouring tea into two small cups for each of them when Harry finally spoke.

" Truth! Why did you do it?" He said, demandingly.

Putting down the kettle, Draco sat back starring at Harry for a moment.

" My reasons are my own Potter, and I will tell you those later. But there is something important you need to know. Have you ever heard of the Churcarry curse?" Draco asked looking away.

Harry shook his head no. " It's an obedience curse. You do not know you are under it, until you're not anymore.Confusing, I know... My dear old parents put it on me first year. I told them I wanted you to be my friend, and that you refused to. After he cursed me, my father beat me, and put me in that basement cell for a month." Draco was looking down at his hands.

Harry could see scars all over them, obviously the medals of years of torture and torment.

" I started to come out of it a little during 6th year, more so during the war." He trailed away.

Harry wasn't sure what to make of this. But it all made sense. He remembered Draco's unwillingness to fight during the war.

"How is it I'm supposed to believe you? You've tried to kill me!You've hurt me and my friends. Fuck Malfoy! you made Hermione's life a living hell, and for that alone I should hate you!" Harry's voice cut into him like glass

For a moment Draco just sat there, head down in his hands. He thought to himself for a minute. He needed to prove this to Harry, and he knew in doing so, he was going to hurt him once again, this time, his heart...

" Potter,..um..Harry...there is something I need to say and I think it's best you don't interrupt me."

Harry nodded in agreement, unsure of what Draco was about to unfold.

" All of those things I did, it's like, I don't remember doing them, but I see myself doing them.I never wanted to hurt anyone, including you and your friends, ever again!" Draco stood, feeling in his hoodie front pocket, he pulled out a small velvet bag.

Walking over to him, Harry braced himself, as Draco handed him the item.

" Harry I am sorry. I am SO sorry. For everything, For your parents, you're whole family gone. I'm horribly, terribly, deeply sorry! And I hope this proves it!"

He kneeled down next to Harry as he opened the bag and spilled the contents into his hand.

" I found them in my Father's desk,like a damn trophy, Harry..they need to kept safe so one day he can have them for himself!" Draco said looking Harry in the eyes.

Harry looked down, examining what was in his hand. Two golden rings with moons on them with the etching " TL" and " RL". Harry's heart leaped. He couldn't breath. Everything around him stopped, he felt like the room was closing down upon him. " Oh my god" he panted as the tears came down and began filling the rim of his glasses.

" Remus and Tonks, their wedding rings..."

A/N Hey guys. This is my first published HP FF and i would love to know what you guys think. please let me know what you think! Leave some reviews :) - Dazen