A Hundred Years to Live
Part Two of Seven
January 1st, 1999
" He's been taken again. " Severus snapped
Harry was really getting sick of this and was about to go off. He knew for a fact that Albus was behind it all and wasn't who they all thought he was. In fact, Albus was very much in league with Voldemort and conspired with him to make Harry's life hell. It had been nearly 5 years and for all things considered, they were happy; aside from the random abductions. And every time he ran in and killed whoever stood in his way until he had the boy safe in his arms once again. Draco belonged in his arms and would always be in his arms as far as Harry was concerned.
This time was no different and Harry had no idea how Voldemort had gotten Draco out of the house in the first place. There were strict rules that Draco followed to assure his safety. The rules were never broken but the Death Eaters still got him. That only left Albus and that thought made Harry see red. But he had no proof that the goat was behind it.
Without waiting for anyone to try to make a plan, Harry stood and just left. No one tried to stop him, no one thought to. They knew that to stand in the way of the man meant death and every hand was needed. Albus tended to get people killed and they all knew it.
Harry was unstoppable at only 19 and always got what he wanted. After all, Harry had fashioned himself into a one man army and he had done it all on his own. No one knew what he had planed, no one but Draco and Albus knew it too.
January 4th, 1999
" It's for the best !" Severus shouted " You are a liability ! With you out of the country, we all can focus on the war ! You will come back and he will take you back, but right now you need to think outside yourself and grow up ! "
" I haven't been without him for nearly 5 years and you want to send me into hiding ?! Have you stopped to think about what this will do to Harry ?! This is going to send him into a depression that I hope you can deal with ! I will not leave him ! "
They stood in the cramped sitting room of Spinner's End, toe to toe shouting. Draco knew no matter how loud he shouted, no matter how many points that he made, that he was leaving. He was leaving and he wouldn't get to say good bye either. He'd be gone before the sun rose and God help the Order when it came to Harry's temper.
He had been with Severus, his godfather, for 4 days and it had been pure hell. They hadn't allowed him to stay at HQ and had forced a port key into his hands as Harry shouted. This wasn't were he was meant to be. Harry needed him, very much; and he needed Harry to. He wanted Harry and knew that there was no way that he would be seeing him again anytime soon. They had finally done it and were sending him far away. Harry would never find him either.
" Can I write him a letter at least. There are some things that I need to say that I can't actually say. Since your going to take me away, let me say good bye like this. " Draco whispered
Severus nodded and left the boy to it. He didn't like this either and knew as soon as the blonde was on the plane he'd be obliviated. No one was to know where Draco was going and he would be bound to stay there for no less then 7 years. Albus wanted Draco as far away from Harry as was possible. He was disgusted by the affair and wanted it to end.
" Severus. " Draco said softly
" Yes ? "
" You don't agree with this at all do you ? "
" No, I do not. But we have no choice. Plan to be gone 7 years Draco. 7 is a very magickal number and somehow in Albus' mind it would have been enough time for you both to forget the other existed. There is no way around this, Albus is finally getting his way. "
But Albus had no right playing God and he was messing with the wrong set of wizards. God help them all.
January 5th, 1999 : 8 am
Harry sat stock still starring at the letter in his hands. They had done it, they had taken Draco away. They had hidden him away, nearly lost to all that sought to find him. And Harry was never going to find him and that was exactly the way that Albus wanted it. He didn't like Harry happy.
Several times over the last 5 years today, Albus had made snide comments about Harry's affair with Draco. He had spoke of the wrongness of it, about how Harry should be ashamed of whom he had taken as a bed mate. But he couldn't bring himself to care what others thought. He was happy and in love and that was all that mattered.
Then 6 months after the relationship had been made public, the abductions started. Harry knew that it was Voldemort's way of amusing himself and Albus' of playing God, that to cause Harry pain was the goal. It hadn't worked however and that left Albus seething. The goat always said that he would send the blonde where no one would find him, but Harry never thought that he would follow through.
Draco was gone, Albus had kept his word. Harry just hoped he wasn't dread. But Harry was, on the inside. But no one, save a very select few, would ever know how lost he really was without Draco. No one would see his pain, see him cry. The mask would stay on from this moment on. No one would see that he was in fact human.
" Ok. So this is what is going to happen now. I am going to finish this off then I am going to simply vanish. I don't want anyone to try to find me. I don't want to be used anymore. From here on in, it goes my way. The Dark Lord will be dead by the end of October. Get out, all of you. "
The command was spoken softly, yet firmly. Those who knew Harry best were the first ones out of the kitchen, followed quickly by the rest. The only one that had the balls enough to stay was Severus, and he remained sitting across from Harry. He had a few things to say himself and had every intention of being heard.
" Harry, I need you to listen to me. " He said softly
" Is there even a point any more ? Severus, he sent my heart away. He sent away my reason. I know how the man thinks. He had you do the dirty work and then wiped it clean. The only one who knows where Dray is will take it to his grave. I have 7 years until I see him again, Albus is trying to reprogram me. I feel like my heart has been ripped out and is being danced on by someone with no rhythm. It has been 5 full years today. "
" I will help you find him.- "
" Sev, we have no choice but to wait. Albus would've covered his tracks as well as I would've. I should've beaten him to the punch but I needed Dray with me. But I do need your help. I need you, I have no one else. "
Severus took one of Harry's hands in his own and thought about the man that sat before him. He had grown, now nearly as tall as he was at 6'4. His hair was brushing his shoulders in soft waves. They had gotten his eyes fixed years before on a whim and without his glasses Harry looked a bit older. And Severus knew from all the times he had helped piece the boy back together, that Harry was well build and fit; modest about it too.
This man had just had his heart ripped out and he was moving on to plan his next step. Severus would do everything in his power to help in any way that he could. Harry wasn't the only person that Albus Dumbledore had wronged.
" Anything that you ask, I'm not going any where. I too only have my word and not once have I broken it. "
February 3rd, 1999
Draco sat in his tiny one bed room flat trying to figure out what to do now. He had been dumped in LA and he really hated it. But he was thankful that Hermione had taught him everything that he needed to know about living as a Muggle, because he was. Granted, he still had magick, but he was expected to live as a Muggle would.
He had access to his money. He was still a Malfoy. But now his life lacked the chaos that he had lived in for so long. His life now lacked everything, anything. He had no distraction. He had to find something to take his mind off how long he would be here.
Sitting down at his lap top, Draco began to search. There had to be something that would fill the silence. Maybe he'd get a house and pretend it didn't hurt. Anything was better then this flat.
June 9th, 1999
Harry had locked himself in his room at Grimwald Place and was trying to get together a video of those who had lost their lives in the war so far. It was an on going project that not only helped Harry remember who was lost, but to plan as well.
He had gotten the photos from Colin Creevy just before his home was attacked. The Creevy's died that night and Harry still blamed himself for it. There had been so many that had lost their lives in this monstrosity. So many that didn't have to die. So many that had fought by his side and had fallen by his side. They needed to be remembered.
It would be aired on the telly too, that along with several others. The war was completely out in the Muggle World, there had been no way to hide it. They also knew who he was and knew to leave him well enough alone. At least for that he was thankful.
As he flipped through the photos, he came across several of him and Draco through their school days. The fights and the brawls were all right here. He also had a catalog of most of the things that he had done over the years. Needless to say he had a few projects up in the air and wanted to get them finished.
" Dear God, grant me the peace and serenity to except the things that I can not change, the strength to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Please keep him safe and give me the strength that I need to get through this. I just need a little longer. "
With that prayer sent out, Harry went back to work.
July 30th, 1999
Draco was rushing to get to class on time. He was always late and it was something that he had learned from Harry. Harry was on his mind constantly, one of the many things that he thought about. But it was Harry that he wanted to get back too. Harry that he feared for; prayed for.
He had decided to take up classes in graphic arts. Drawing was something that he was good at and it was more fun on the computer. He had just barely made deadline for spring classes and found that once he had started that he loved it. If he could just get to class on time. Even if they were night classes.
Rushing through the door, Draco swore as the class turned to look at him.
" Mr.Malfoy, over sleep again ? "
" I am very sorry. I am still trying to adjust to keeping a timetable. I am not use to all this. I've been out of school for ages. "
Draco took his seat and flinched as the professor smirked at him. This man smirking made Severus look like a sissy. Over more; Draco hated the man and if he didn't need the class, he'd drop it.
" Tell me, what exactly are you use to ? "
" I can not discuss that. "
" London, there's a war going on over there. Something to do with magick. You came from London, were you apart of it ? "
" Yes. I was sent away. "
" Sent away by your parents ? "
" No, I killed my father last year and my mother was killed by my aunt. My godfather sent me away. "
Draco opened his portfolio and handed the man a stack of drawings. He had drawn out a lot of what he remembered. His nightmares mostly. He had also drawn out his friends and family. The man went slack jawed.
" Harrison ? "
" That is mine. That is the man who can end this. That is why I was sent away. Now if you would please distract me. I have 7 years before I can go home. "
The man handed back the sketches and crossed his arms. The stance was one that he was use to and he didn't like it. All day he had a nagging feeling that something was very very wrong. Something in the magick had shifted, something that he could feel half way around the world.
This man, who had been teaching him, knew something. He knew what was going on and was trying to find a way to tell him. Harry had done the same thing when Lucius was released from Azkaban 4 years ago.
" It was released early this morning that he had been captured. That he had given himself up. "
Draco felt all the blood drain from his face as the panic set in. He had given himself up ? Then the world tilted to the left and lost focus. This wasn't happening.
" Mr.Malfoy ? "
" He'll be ok. As many times as he had gotten me out, the Death Eaters won't last long. Oh, Dear God, let him live. Just keep him safe. Harrison James, you are an idiot. You are in for one hell of a telling off when I get home. "
The class was silent as Draco wrapped his arms around himself and continued to pray. He had to live through this, he just had too.
July 31st, 1999, Half past midnight
Harry knelt before the Dark Lord in what was left of his clothes. He had been beaten and starved, was weak from the blood loss and exhausted. He just wanted all of it to end so that he could get on with his life. He wanted his life to just end, then there would be no more pain.
" So, they sent the Malfoy boy away for safe keeping. "
Harry didn't reply to Voldemort's inquiry. In truth this was the first time he had been brought before the monster since he was brought here a week ago. It was the first time that he had a chance to end it and he was almost too weak to do so. Almost.
Watching the monster's feet he begin to chant under his breath. They had planed this; he knew what he had to do and went about doing it. When Voldemort froze in place, Harry lifted his broken and bruised face and did his best to smirk. It was almost over.
Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George sat around the kitchen table with various members of the Order waiting for news. Then they felt it, Harry calling to their magick for help. They were meant to be a circle of 5 and hoped that Draco was able to answer the call. This was it and they all knew it. This was the end. As one, they began to chant. The others at the table sat transfixed, clueless.
Draco suddenly stopped praying and started to chant. He felt it and he was going to answer with everything that he had. He vowed to Harry that there would never be any price to high to see the end of the war. He had promised Harry that he would never leave his side. This was what he was meant to do and pushed as much magick to Harry that he would take. He had to live, Harry just had to live through this.
That further entranced the class, then again the class never started in the first place.
Slowly the magick was seeping into him and he felt Draco. It was then that he received the only reassurance that he needed and knew that Draco was alive and well. It was what Harry needed to get through this. Because his heart and life was right there with him.
Pulling himself to his feet, Harry looked into Voldemort's shocked face. It was really quite ironic that it would happen this way. That Harry would still be able to win after they had tried so hard to weaken him. It was then that Harry realized that he was never meant to make it through this. That Albus knew the power was love and had tried to take it all away. And he knew that the anger he felt had no place here and pushed it aside.
Instead he focused on the people that he loved; all of his family and friends both dead and alive. He focused on Draco and what they would soon have again. It was his ability to love and be loved that was his greatest power and it was about to save him.
Extending his right hand out infornt of him. Harry watched as a jet of pure white light hit Voldemort in the chest and envelope him. Then the monster began to scream as his body began to burn from the inside out. He was created of pure evil and the light was slowly consuming him.
Then Harry lowered his hand and watched in sick twisted fascination as Voldemort's body turned to a heep of burning embers. It was over and it had been far too simple. But Harry couldn't bring himself to care, he just wanted to get out of there.
Feeling the magick slowly begin to drain from his body, Harry appreated to HQ. His job was over.
" Mum, the foyer. Harry's back. " Ron said weakly.
The Order rushed up the stairs and left the teens to recover from whatever just happened. They knew that there would be questions later, but they didn't care. It was really over.
" Draco was there. " Hermione cried softly
" We all felt him and I think it gave Harry what he needed to finish the job. – " Fred said
" He was there. He was able to answer the call. It's really over. He really did it. " George finished
" Knowing that Draco is alive will reassure him, it's what we all needed to know. But knowing that there is nothing we can do is only going to make Harry's heart break all over again. It kills me, I hate it. He deserves to be happy. " Ron cried
The quartet sank into silence letting the reality of it all really sink in.
Draco sat back in his chair with the biggest grin on his face as he tried not to cry. That's when he noticed that the entire class was starring at him. Yeah, he caused a scene but really didn't care. He was drained and deliriously happy. Harry was alive. The war was over.
" Mr.Malfoy, what in the hell was that ? "
" A spell. Harry called out to his core group for help, we answered. I am just one of them; one of five. See, he needed magick. "
" For what ? "
" It's over. The Second Dark War has officially come to an end. The Dark Lord Voldemort is dead. "
" And Harrison ? "
" He's alive. Bloody hell, what now ? What in the fuck do we do now ? "
There was no answer to that. It was a question that would only be answered in time, given that that now had it. But the sentence that Draco was serving was far from over, he had nearly 6 and a half years left. Now, it was time to wait.
" Happy 19th Birthday Harrison, your free. You can rest now, it's truly over. "
With that the class was started and Draco was having a very hard time keeping the grin off his face.
