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Happy Endings Are Just Stories That Haven't Ended Yet: Chapter 2

Harry knew he couldn't have been unconscious long. He stayed still but he could hear Bellatrix screaming as she helped Voldemort to his feet.

"Someone check!" The Dark Lord screamed. "Someone check him, prove he is dead!" Harry could hear soft footsteps padding across the forest floor towards him and he tried in vain to hold his breath. Soft, cold hands carefully poked at his side, moving to run down his face. The body above him leaned forward, her back to the group of Death Eaters she had just left.

"Draco," Narcissa whispered into his ear and Harry gasped quietly. "Is he in the castle? Is he safe?" Harry took a deep breath, keeping his eyes closed.

"Hurt," Harry whispered. "Taken to order safe house." Narcissa whimpered quietly before standing up.

"He is dead." Narcissa walked away faster now, approaching the cheering crowd of Death Eaters. Harry could hear Hagrid sobbing in the background. The giant was ordered forward and he bent down to pick Harry up. His fat tear drops fell heavily on the teen and Harry had to focus to keep his breathing shallow enough so Hagrid couldn't tell. The noises from the school slowly got louder and Harry knew he just had to wait for the right moment.

The screaming was so loud when his friend realized it was him that Harry had to focus on not opening his eyes. He could hear Ginny sobbing and he felt a pain in his chest when he thought about what he was putting her through. He listened hard as Voldemort taunted the members of the Light Side. Nagini hissed loudly somewhere near Hagrid's feet. Harry felt like his heart was beating out of his chest as he began to worry if he could really do this.

Suddenly there was a commotion as Neville managed to do a something no one would ever suspect: pull the Sword of Gryffindor out of the old, torn Sorting Hat. The boy screamed as he ran forward and cut the head off of Nagini. Voldemort screamed as his last horecrux died and Harry took that as his sign. He rolled, dropping from Hagrid's arms and falling gracefully to his feet. All of the onlookers-the Light and the Dark side- gasped as Harry pulled his wand out of the sleeve of his jacket.

"Potter," Voldemort said, the Elder Wand held tightly in his pale hand.

"Hello, Tom," Harry said, a cocky tone slipping off his tongue. Voldemort sneered at him. "Get back!" Harry yelled as the Weasley's all approached him. "This is my fight. This had to be me!"

Arthur Weasley pulled his family back, George physically picking Ginny up and pulling her kicking and screaming away. Harry took a deep breath and pointed his wand at Voldemort. They both spoke at the same time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!" The red light and green lights from their wands met and held each other somewhere in the middle. Harry held on to his wand tight, struggling to keep his stance. But then something odd started happening; Harry's wand was overpowering the Elder Wand. The Wand that had been Dumbledore's. The wand Draco Malfoy had won from him. And Harry had won Draco's wand for him. Harry let out a sigh of relief as the red light became longer and the green shorter. The Elder Wand flew from Voldemort's hand, backfiring and hitting himself. With a last cry, Voldemort fell, dissolving to dust as he hit the ground.

There was a moment of silence before the scene seemed to explode. The Death Eaters fled the scene as the Light side screamed their praise. Harry's vision swam as the tons of people crowded around him.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed as she pushed through the crowd. Harry reached a hand out to her, just before he fell.

"Mate," Ron mumbled as he caught his much shorter friend. Hermione gasped as she quickly transformed a hair pin into a portkey and pulled them out of the crowd.


Draco whimpered as he blinked his eyes opened. Although the pain wasn't as intense as it had been when he fell asleep, it was still pretty bad. He tried unsuccessfully to move down further on the bed and punched the mattress in frustration. He sighed and looked up with pitiful eyes as Andromeda entered the room.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" She asked, gently brushing the hair out of his face. Draco couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes.

"It hurts," he mumbled. "And I'm uncomfortable and can't move down." Andromeda gave him a small smile as she nodded in understanding. She placed the small vial on his bedside table and pulled the blanket down off his body. Draco blushed when he realized she had changed his clothes and put a bed pan under him.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. Before she left Madame Pomphrey explained that because of your injury you can't really feel when you need to use the restroom and she didn't have time to put a special spell into place that would allow you to before she left. This will have to do until she can make it back." Draco closed his eyes and nodded, his pale cheeks tinted red. His aunt gently moved him down further so there wasn't so much strain on his neck and quickly covered him back up.

"Is there any news?" Draco asked quietly, clearing his throat. "With the battle or about mum, Aunt Andy? I thought she'd be here by now." Andromeda gave her nephew a smalls smile.

"I have news on both," She said, sitting gently on the edge of his bed. "The battle is over. Harry has won, the Dark Lord is gone." Draco's eyes welled up with tears again as he smiled.

"It's over," Draco said, his voice cracking. Andromeda squeezed his hand with both of hers. "And mother?"

"I just talked to Professor McGonagoll. Your mother approached her after the rest of the Death Eaters fled. She asked about you, wanting to know where you had been taken and what was wrong. She's been informed of your injuries and that you have been taken to an Order Safe house that Madame Pomphrey is the Secret Keeper of."

"That's how I could get in," Draco said quietly and Andromeda nodded.

"Yes, dear. Now, your mother has to meet with the auror's, but she should be here by tomorrow morning to be with you." Draco went to nod but groaned in frustration when he couldn't move his neck. Andromeda patted his arm in sympathy.

"Um, Aunt Andy?" Draco started, his voice low. "Have you heard anything about Harry? I mean Potter?" Andromeda lowered her head so Draco couldn't see her grin before clearing her throat.

"Minerva said he collapsed after the Dark Lord. He was moved to St. Mungo's right away by Ms. Granger and they're currently running tests on him. That's all I know. I do hope he's all right; Harry and myself are the only people Baby Teddy have left. Now, why don't you take this potion and get some more rest, you still look exhausted. Madame Pomphrey should be here tonight to check on you."

"Okay, Aunt Andy," Draco said quietly, letting her tip his head back so he could drink. "Thank you."

"Sleep tight, my dear," She whispered, placing a small kiss on his forehead.


Harry let his head fall back with a heavy sigh. He absently chewed on the mouth guard the healer had given him and tried not to think about the pounding behind his eyes. The healer had informed him that when the horcrux inside of him had been destroyed, the backlash had left him with a severe brain injury. The injury to his brain was similar to if he had hit his head hard and that explained the fact he had had 7 seizures in about 8 hours. On the last one, about an hour previously, Harry had bit his tongue hard causing it to bleed for quite a while. He could already recognize the feeling of one coming on, but the healer had told him he probably wouldn't be able to tell once he fell asleep so they had given him the mouth guard to keep him from biting his tongue again.

He was bored, which sounded ridiculous in his mind considering he had just defeated the darkest wizard known to man. But Ron and Hermione had left to help with clean up at Hogwarts along with the rest of the Weasley's and anyone else Harry would want to talk to was dead. The healer's had agreed that it was better to give him a private room away from everyone else and Harry didn't argue. He sighed again, rolling his eyes in frustration as he tried to move further down into the bed without disrupting the wires they had attached to him. He was tired but he was afraid to sleep; hungry but afraid to eat. He was passing the hours staring wistfully at the clock that seemed to not be moving.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, causing Harry to jump. Ginny appeared, looking as beautiful as ever. Sadly, Harry felt nothing for her besides the love he would feel for a sister. She grinned at him, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she shut the door softly behind her. Harry sat up slowly, slipping the mouth guard out of his mouth.

"Hey, you," Ginny said as she sank into a chair next to her. She was freshly bathed and her clothes changed, but Harry could still see the crusted blood under her nails. "I had to sneak in. They're only letting Poppy, McGonagall, Hermione, and Ron into see you. But the nurse working the desk was a Gryffindor a couple years ahead of me so she let me in."

"Uh, that's good," Harry said softly.

"How do you feel? I'm so proud of you! I always knew you could do it; I never gave up on you."

"I've felt better," Harry said honestly, running a tired hand over his face. "And…thanks. It means a lot."

"Now that he's gone and we're not all in danger…maybe we could…." Ginny trailed off and Harry swallowed thickly. He had hoped he would have longer to prepare what to say to her as to why they couldn't be together. He closed his eyes as the pounding in his head increased.

"I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something, Ginny," He final said, and she grinned as she moved to the edge of her seat. "Please don't be mad at me. But…I'm gay."

Ginny was quiet for a few moments, her jaw hanging slack as she stared at Harry. The pain in Harry's head was getting almost too much for him to handle and he was pretty sure he could feel another seizure coming on.

"I…Oh," Ginny finally said. She swallowed thickly again, biting her lower lip. "You know, this explains so much."

"Excuse me?" Harry said, totally shocked at how well she was taking this.

"Well there was last year when you were obsessed with Malfoy. And in your fourth year it was Cedric. Before then it was Oliver Wood. With Cedric and Oliver I always thought it was you idolizing them but it makes a lot more sense now." Harry bit his lip, not wanting to admit she was right. "It's Malfoy, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Harry groaned, laying his head back. "Not that he'll ever talk to me again seeing as I dropped him, snapped his spinal cord and now he's paralyzed from the waist down. No big deal." Ginny smiled sadly at him as she squeezed his hand.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out. You always do." Before he could answer Harry held up a finger and quickly shoved the mouth guard into his mouth. "Harry?" Ginny asked quietly and Harry shook his head as he closed his eyes, his breathing heavy.

His back arched off the bed as his eye rolled back in his head. He thrashed around, his grip going slack in Ginny's hand. Ginny pushed the call button on his bed, screaming for help. Healer's came running into the room, moving to pin the Savior of the Wizarding World down as the seizure took over his body. Ginny moved back so she was up against the wall, her eyes filled with tears. Finally Harry's body stilled, his breathing heavy. The healer flashed his illuminated wand tip into Harry's eye's, watching for reaction.

Harry had never felt so exhausted in his life. The trauma from the battle, coming out to his ex-girlfriend, and now his eighth seizure in eight hours was finally catching up with him and he couldn't be bothered to keep his eyes open. He vaguely heard the healer tell Ginny that she had to go. The last thing he remembered was her warm lips on his forehead and her soft voice in his ear.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry Potter. You always remember that."


"This might be a little uncomfortable for you, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomphrey said as she pulled the heavy quilt off his body. Draco bit his lip as he blushed. She said a spell to clean him up and moved the pan out from under him. "What I'm going to do is put you under a spell that will allow your body to be able to feel its need to complete bodily functions. The spell will last for some time, it will only need to be replaced once a year."

"Will it hurt?" Draco asked, swallowing thickly.

"It shouldn't hurt; it just might feel a bit uncomfortable." Draco closed he eyes as she pointed her wand at his lower abdomen. She moved her wand in a zig-zag motion, speaking low so Draco couldn't hear her. He gasped as a cold, tingling sensation seemed to run through his intestines, followed shortly by a slightly burning sensation. With one last jab she was finished and Draco was left panting. She nodded, seeming satisfied with her work before moving on to check his spine.

"Everything seems to be healing nicely, Draco. In about a month I should be able to take the body bind off completely and get you fit for a wheelchair. Have you had much pain?"

"My lower back…I'm assuming that's where my spinal cord was severed, right?" The nurse nodded as she stretched his legs and moved him around to keep him from getting bed sores. "Well it kind of burns there. And sometimes it's a sharp pounding. Aunt Andy's been giving me pain potions, though."

"We have to be careful with that, dear. We don't want you get addicted to them. I'm going to have her start cutting back on what she's been giving you. The pain shouldn't last much longer now that your spinal cord has been fused and everything's starting to heal. I'm also going to show your aunt how to do several stretches with you so your legs don't get so sore. I've showed her several spells that will help get you cleaned up since we can't really get you to the shower yet. I've also showed her a spell to get you sitting up carefully while eating and maybe a few extra times to keep you comfortable. Do you have any questions?"

Draco thought for a moment, trying to decide what was more important: Harry or his mother. He took a deep breath before answering. "Actually, I have two…"

"Go on," Madame Pomphrey said, lowering herself tiredly into the chair next to his bed.

"When will my mother be here?" Poppy smiled sadly at him.

"She should be here late tomorrow night. They are interviewing her now and deciding where she will go from there. Your mother was never marked, nor did she ever kill or torture anyone. She was merely a witness which should keep her out of Azkaban." Draco bit his lip, thankfully for that. "And your second question, Draco?"

"Is…is Potter okay? Aunt Andy said he collapsed and I just wanted to know if he was…."

Poppy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I shouldn't be telling you this…But the healers are currently running tests on him. There was quite some backlash when he killed You-Know-Who and it's left some trauma to his brain which is causing seizures. They all know what they're doing there so as soon as they figure out what to do about the seizures he should be fine."

Draco bit his lip, shutting his eyes to hide the tears that had welled up in them. He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes shut. "Can you let him know that I'd like to see him when they release him…It's important."

"Of course, my dear. Now get some sleep. You've got a long road ahead of you."


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