Hi, I know it's been a while but here it is. I'm sorry if it seems short but I'd lost interest in it but owed you an ending. Sorry for that.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns HP :( W. owns the poem.

"Harry you can't expect to just waltz into the manor and demand the release Emma." Draco yelled as he followed Harry down the corridor.

"Why not?" Harry called over his shoulder.

"Because that's not the way it's done, you need to plan." Draco put on an extra spurt of speed and whirled around to face Harry.

"Draco, no disrespect but all I do is plan and nothing works that way. Emma is suffering because I did plan and that plan didn't work; I won't let her be the price I pay to win this war." He made to step around Draco but the other boy blocked him. "Why are you stopping me?"

"Because I don't want you to be the price to pay either." He said quietly, Harry's face softened which only served to make Draco angrier. "You think this is a game Harry? That's my sister! You think I'm not clawing at myself inside to get to her? You've cast an unforgiveable once and once only do you think that's enough to go against Him? He's cast them countless times; he can cast them better than you. Are you even sure you can cast it again?"

"I'll have to." Harry said determinedly. Draco growled in frustration.

"It's not enough!" He cried. "Once is once, if you trained more I'd understand but merely once Harry? Can you not see how stupid you're being?" Harry glared at him.

"So not it's stupid to save your sister who's where she is because of me?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, no Harry. Just facing an evil Dark Lord who is over sixty years old, has more experience than you and who isn't afraid to cast spells that will make your conscience shrink in fear."

"I'm not afraid Draco." Draco lowered his head.

"I know but I am. I don't want him to take you away from me."

"He won't be but you need to trust that I can do this." Draco opened his mouth to argue but Harry placed a finger on his lips. "I know, I've had minimal training but you know we can't leave this any longer than we already have. Who knows what Emma's been suffering in that place? I need to destroy him, if only to put the world at rest. If I think I have the advantage to kill him I will, but if I don't I'll stick with getting Emma out...she's what's important here." Draco nodded dejectedly, knowing there was no point in arguing with Harry at that point. "Good, let's go see Dumbledore."

They both briskly walked the rest of the way to Dumbledore's office and quickly gained entrance. The old wizard was drinking tea whilst looking over what seemed to be plans. He looked up and smiled happily at the two young men standing opposite his desk.

"What can I help you two with?"

"We need to go save Emma sir." Dumbledore's smile faded slightly.

"Harry, you know it's too dangerous to let you out there all on your own." Harry sighed impatiently.

"I won't be alone, I'll be with the Malfoys." Dumbledore frowned.

"Harry do you think this is the wisest option right now?"

"Professor, I've been training with Lucius and we know Voldemort's taken his manor. The only way to get in unnoticed is if we have a Malfoy who knows the ways and tunnels of the manor. By all means assemble the order and meet us there but I will be going there after this meeting."

"Then why are you telling me if you have already made up your mind my dear boy?"

"Seeing as you made so little of an effort to save Emma the first time she came here, I thought you'd like to make amends and offer the help she needs now by assembling the order." Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"Very well Harry, we all know what you're like when you've made your mind up. I'll let the order know, I suppose you'll be leaving about now?" Harry nodded.

"Lucius and Narcissa are meeting us at the gates and then we're apparating there." He turned to leave with Draco.

"Good luck Harry, do not underestimate Lord Voldemort, too many of us have done that already." Harry gave a short nod before leaving the office.

Once outside Harry found himself being pressed against the wall and a pair of lips being placed over his. He kissed back for several moments before pulling back.

"Merlin that was hot." Draco said against his lips. "You standing up to Dumbledore back there...what I wouldn't do for some more time with you right now." Harry chuckled before pushing Draco away gently.

"After we've got your sister back." Draco slipped his hand into Harry's as they walked swiftly to the gates of Hogwarts.

"I hope you know I'm marrying you after this." Draco said offhand. Harry stared at him, gaping; Draco shrugged, "You know, if you want." Harry hauled him into a kiss.

"I love you." He whispered against lips, before turning a corner and seeing Narcissa and Lucius standing close together. Nobody said anything as they approached and Narcissa lifted her arm for Harry to take. He looked at Draco for a long moment before taking it while Draco took his father's; a wicked thought entered Harry's head.

"Hey Lucius," the blond man looked at him sharply, "your son just proposed to me." Harry was awarded with the sight of Lucius Malfoy's jaw dropping in shock before Narcissa apparated him away.

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They appeared a half mile from the manor according to Narcissa and Harry looked around impatiently while they waited for Draco and Lucius to arrive.

"You shouldn't tease him Harry." Narcissa reprimanded while still managing to sound amused. "He'll find a way to get you back."

"He can bring it." Harry said defiantly. Silence fell for a few moments.

"He's probably giving Draco a talking to. He admires you, you know, Lucius I mean. He thinks you can save us. He'll never admit it but he thinks you're 'the chosen one'. The training he gave you was his way of letting you know he sees you as his equal; he won't be too harsh on Draco, he'll just tell him he should have discussed it with us." As if on cue, the two Malfoy men apparated into the clearing both looking happy. Lucius dropped a nod in Harry's direction before taking Narcissa's hand and walking toward the manor.

"There's two ways to enter once you break the wards," Lucius spoke quietly so Harry and Draco had to stay close. "You've got the back tunnels which we escaped through or the side door which is masked as the wall. You need Malfoy blood to gain entrance so one of us will swipe twice to allow Harry in. The Dark Lord will more than likely be in the summer room as it's the most majestic so we stick together and make our way there using back and side passages."

"Bit mission impossible isn't it?" Harry let out. Lucius glared at him as he stopped walking.

"This may be a joke to you Mr Potter but my daughter is in that house surrounded by monsters your nightmares will get nightmares from, excuse me if this is not a joke to me." Harry bristled in anger.

"It isn't a joke. You think I don't blame myself every day for letting Emma get caught?"

"Well as we've now found out you're both here to save Emma can we get a move on?" Draco prodded both Lucius and Harry in the back and the group resumed their brisk walk to the manor.

The slowed as the gates loomed over them and they all stood and watched warily as Lucius cast a few spells with his wand. After a few moments he cursed.

"The side wall is not an option; we have to go for the tunnels." Both Narcissa and Draco nodded and they walked around the side of the house, leaving Harry and Lucius to follow.

"Thank you for accepting my son's proposal." Lucius said quietly as they walked.

"I didn't do it as a favour for you, I did it because I love him." Lucius nodded.

"I know, but in doing so you saved him from making the mistakes I did when I was his age. At least with you I know he'll be safe." Harry didn't know what to say to that so he kept quiet and followed the Malfoys until they stopped by a willow tree.

"You have got to be kidding me." Harry said as Draco darted in, avoiding swinging branches and roots; Harry was able to see him make it to the trunk of the tree and press a knot. The tree stopped trying to kill him.

"Hogwarts professors are not the only ones to acquire whomping willows." Lucius said dryly as he gestured Harry and Narcissa to follow him. Harry did so gingerly, watching Draco disappear into the tree. When he arrived at the base of the tree he was able to see a set of stairs leading down and sent a quick prayer to Merlin before following the Malfoys. When he'd been walking a few minutes he felt wards caress his skin and start to tingle. The Malfoys also started to shift until Lucius held up his wand; they stopped walking. Harry watched in fascination as Lucius drew the wand along his palm and swiped some blood on the earth wall; the blood disappeared and Lucius walked forward as Narcissa followed the procedure. Draco took Harry's hand in his and cut them both neatly before swiping them along the wall; Harry felt the tingling stop immediately and felt pulled forward, as he stepped forward he felt wards close around him. Draco swiped his hand across the wall again and as the blood was accepted and Draco stepped forwards, Harry felt the wards tighten around them.

They were in.

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Emma lay on the bed looking out the window. Her uncle had said he needed to arrange a few things before he could help her and she was bored with waiting. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she swept her hair up into a loose ponytail and pushed herself up from the bed. Going over to the bag her uncle had given her she double checked the contents; a thin jacket, a few apples, a packet of matches, a water bottle and some prisoner's wand. She had put up a hell of a fight when given the wand, someone else needed that and she was not going to deprive someone from being able to control their magic. Rodolphus had, in brief but firm words, told her that this was a war and if she wanted to survive she needed to do what was necessary. Emma had grumbled for a while but took it and slipped it into her bag. She sat on the bed and ran her hands over her face slowly. She wished she was with her parents or even Harry, anyone who could make her feel safe. Rodolphus had told her he would get her to the wards but after that, she was on her own. It wouldn't serve either of them if he was caught and killed with her. Emma jumped up when the door opened.

"I'm read-y" The word died off as Emma took in the sight before her. Her uncle was being held between two Death Eaters but he was so badly beaten it was hard for her to even recognise him. Her heart sank and she felt fear sweep through her.

"Well lookie here, someone seems to be planning a little...getaway." The Death Eater nudged his partner and they both chuckled. "Tut. Tut. Tut. Don't you know better than to test us little girl?" Emma shrank back into the wall as the Death Eater raised his wand.

"Macnair." The other Death Eater spoke up. "The Dark Lord will want to see her." Macnair sneered but lowered his wand.

"Maybe he'll give you to me as a reward...I have some fun planned for us." He smirked and went to grab Emma's arm but her magic swept out and tied itself around his wrist. He shrieked in agony. Feeling emboldened Emma stood and held her head up.

"I am a Malfoy and no one drags a Malfoy around like a pet." She spat the last word out. "I will walk myself to...Voldemort." Both Death Eaters hissed at her in anger, Emma swallowed her fear and strode forwards when an idea hit her. She focused on her magic and curled her hand around it, effectively turning Macnair's wrist band into a leash. She smirked and merely said 'come along' before walking out the room. She spared a glance to her uncle and was relieved when he sent a wink at her.

The Death Eaters were kneeling and murmuring reassurances to their Lord when the doors were thrown open. Every head turned and Voldemort threw himself off his seat. Emma stood in the doorway, fear rising up her throat as she stepped into the room. Drawing on all the Malfoy arrogance she had she held her head high and walked with purpose, dragging Macnair behind her before she reached the middle of the room. She threw Macnair forward, her magic giving her extra strength to send him sliding a few feet.

"I thought you might want your pet back." She said. As if the words were like a kick in the arse, the Death Eaters drew their wands and cast spells at her. Before she could react, Emma found the spells cancelled and looked up in confusion to see Voldemort with his wand out and something akin to an impressed look in his eyes. She swallowed hard and pulled herself up.

"Ssssuch power...from one so young." He stepped towards her and when he reached her he pulled a strand of hair through his fingers. "Jussst think, only thirteen and able to control her power so well...what you could do with usss." The Death Eaters jeered. "Seeing how Malfoys have...disappointed me so completely, I will extend one offer to you to redeem them." Emma watched him warily, fighting the bile rising in her. "Join us." Voldemort threw his arms wide. "We can ssshow you something you couldn't even dream about...a pure world, one with only magic...only with usss." Emma stared at him in outrage.

"Never." She said forcefully; Voldemort's eyes widened in anger before he gave a cruel smile.

"Oh no? Well then...I'll have to kill you." Emma scoffed, fear giving her courage.

"You tried remember...you failed." Voldemort looked furious before noticing the man the other Death Eater Emma had entered with was holding.

"I know...that's why I won't kill you. AVADA KEDAVRA." He yelled, Emma managed a wide eyed stare with her uncle before the light was robbed from his eyes.

"NO!" She cried, her magic leapt out and struck the first ring of Death Eaters; they all doubled over in agony before it was removed when Emma knelt by her uncle.

"You think that'sss it? I will kill every one of them. Slowly. Painfully. Willingly. Until you join me."

"You'll be busy then." Emma spat. Voldemort let out a chuckle.

"You won't be saying that when you're looking at your brother's body. Your father's. Your mother's. You won't get chance to save them." Emma opened her mouth to reply when another voice did.

"You won't get chance to kill them." Harry, Draco, her father and mother were stood in the doorway, wands drawn and faces grim. Behind them were several witches and wizards who from the looks of their drawn wands and determined expressions, were the Order of the Phoenix.

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Harry and Draco made their way silently through the manor, following Lucius and Narcissa who were steadily getting rid of Death Eaters along the corridor. He could feel the adrenaline building and knew that this would be it. This was the end. The Malfoys stopped behind a door and held a finger up indicating Harry and Draco to keep it quiet. As one, they whirled around the door, wands drawn and hexes on lips. Only for them to die on said lips as they were faced with the Order. Harry pushed forward.

"What is going on?" Remus answered.

"Dumbledore contacted us and we knew we'd have to be quick. We burst the doors but there's some commotion going on in the Hall which is keeping everyone occupied." The Malfoys and Harry shared a looked before running in the direction of the hall. The order stared for a beat before following. Upon reaching the hall, Harry heard Emma and Voldemort.

"You'll be busy then." He heard Emma say; he shook his head at Narcissa and mouthed 'wait'. The woman looked ready to defy but Lucius placed a hand on her arm and she stilled.

"You won't be saying that when you're looking at your brother's body." He heard Voldemort and his hand tightened on his wand. "Your father's. Your mother's. You won't get chance to save them." Harry nodded and walked into the entrance.

"You won't get chance to kill them." He said in a murderous tone. There was a second of shocked silence as the Death Eaters took in the presence of him and the Order before the first spells were cast and the battle began. Harry ignored the curses flying around him and walked steadily to Voldemort who had pushed Emma aside and was focusing on Harry.

"Ssso Potter. Come to die. How...heroic." He taunted before casting a crucio at Harry. Harry spun to the side and sent an Expelliarmus in return. Voldemort let out a chuckle before the fight began in earnest. Both wizards were oblivious to the fight around them as they threw themselves into defending themselves and attacking each other. Harry felt the adrenaline pump and was grateful for the training Lucius had given them. He cast a brief glance around and was relieved to see Draco still fighting and Emma beside him stretching out with her magic. A thought came to him and he stepped back from Voldemort in her direction. He narrowly avoided a green curse as he spun to stun the Death Eater who cast it. A slicing hex caught him on the bottom of his leg and he cursed. Voldemort laughed cruelly and lay off cursing for a few moments.

"Ready to give up with this Potter? I'll kill you either way, let me offer you a choice. Stop fighting and I will kill you and five people of your choice swiftly. Keep fighting and I will kill everyone. Slowly." Harry grimaced.

"Tom, shut up." Harry threw himself back into cursing the Dark wizard, steadily stepping back as he neared Emma. When he could, he focused as closely as he could when trying not to die and grasped a strand of her magic and threw it along with his magic at Voldemort. "CRUCIO!" He bellowed. Time seemed to stop as Voldemort went down under the effects of the curse. The Death Eaters stopped cursing in shock and several were soon bound and stunned before they focused again and the battle raged on. Harry, keeping a hold on Emma's magic, stepped closer to Voldemort. He crouched by the twitching figure.

"See, Tom, you talk too much...give your game away. You're dead now see? There's no way you can throw this off with the amount of power I put into it and there's no way I'm letting you live." Harry looked around to see most of the Death Eaters were out of commission and smirked. "I must say I'm a little disappointed, some powerful wizard you are, beaten by a boy in a matter of minutes. I would say I'm disappointed it didn't last longer but I'm not, it gets you out the world quicker. I'll make you a deal...well a promise. I'll kill you swiftly this time and you stay dead. If you don't I will hunt you down and kill you so slowly you will wish you had stayed dead in the first place." Harry saw Voldemort's eyes widen in fear as he stood. He was aware of Draco next to him but he paid no attention as he aimed his wand and tied Emma's magic around it. "Avada Kedavra." He whispered. The green light flew toward the older wizard and the extra power turned the once feared wizard into little more than dust. Harry sagged in relief. Draco and Emma through themselves into his arms and Harry pulled them tight. Looking over Emma's head he saw Bellatrix kill the wizard she was fighting and whirl in their direction, her wand pointing at them and her lips hissing out an incantation.

With a cry of horror, Harry shoved Emma and Draco from him and not a moment too soon as he was whipped into the air by what could only be called a hurricane made of knives, daggers and scrap metal. Horror soon turned to panic as Harry couldn't see a way to end the hurricane or escape from it and he was already suffering where his body came into contact with the swirling metal. He cried out in pain where the metal made contact with his body, freaking when he felt blood dripping down his arms and legs. He screwed his eyes shut tight against the pain trying to figure out something to save him when he felt himself falling through the air as the metals stopped piercing his skin; he tried to brace himself but his body was too weak and he fell to the floor with a hard thud. Within seconds he was aware of Bellatrix's body slumped on the floor to his left and Draco by his side.

"Dra...co." He croaked out, wincing at the pain; within moments he was in Draco's arms and was soaking the blond's robes with his blood. Draco closed his eyes, trying not to look at the wounds decorating Harry's body; his flesh had been sliced away, leaving deep gouges in it and his blood poured out from the wounds. Miraculously his face seemed to be hardly hit at all though Draco put that down to Harry having shielded his face with his arms and hands. Harry shook violently and became aware of Draco's tears falling onto his face. Black dots invaded his vision and his surroundings grew darker. Carefully, so as not to cause himself extreme pain, Harry reached up and wiped Draco's tears away. "Don't cry," he whispered, "I'm not worth it." Draco smiled through his tears.

"You're more than worth it." He whispered back. Harry smiled a small smile before uttering a small gasp and going limp in Draco's arms, his head falling to the side with his eyes open in a vacant stare. Draco choked back a surprised sob, staring down at Harry in his arms. "Harry?" He shook the boy gently. "Harry!" Draco said softly before giving an anguished cry. "Baby, wake up…please. Open your fucking eyes! Open them please. No...No no this is not how it ends. No." Draco raised his gaze to look at his parents who had come to stand nearby. "Why won't he wake up?" He whispered at them before giving over to his sobs and demanding Harry to wake up. Narcissa turned her face into Lucius' chest, sobbing openly into his shirt while her husband had his own tears streaking silently down his face. Emma gave a cry herself when she saw Harry's lifeless body and flung herself into her mother's knees looking for comfort as she cried also, refusing to look back at Harry's mutilated body.

None of the Malfoys paid any attention to the aurors who were surrounding them and trying to clear the Death Eaters away; they were too busy holding each other as they mourned over the loss of a raven haired teen they had come to love so much. If anyone ventured past the Malfoy's mansion they would have heard the anguished cries of a boy screaming for his Harry to 'wake up'.

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Harry's funeral was a private affair, the public having been satisfied with a memorial service and the unveiling of a statue of Harry, yet Draco still found it the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. He had had such a short time with Harry merely because a psychotic woman had deemed his Harry a person needing to die; Draco had never felt such satisfaction with revenge as he had when he had killed his Aunt. It still hadn't brought back Harry. His Harry, who had gone through everything to get his family back and to protect them. His Harry, who was the only one who knew Draco better than he did himself. His Harry, who was gone.

Draco straightened the collar of his robes as he swallowed more tears. He looked at himself in the mirror, hardly recognising the person who looked back at him. Hollow cheekbones lined his face leading up to red rimmed eyes that had lost their light and blonde hair that fell almost flat against his forehead. Sleep was deprived from him most nights and days were spent with Draco remembering a fact he wanted to share with Harry and then the crumbling realisation that he never would. Never again would he tell Harry something that would make the emerald eyes light up; never again would he make Harry smile, hear him laugh or hold him when he cried. Draco straightened his collar with another large swallow.

A knock on the door dragged his attention from the pale boy in the mirror. Emma walked in, clad in a black knee length dress and a pin box hat with a black veil; Draco didn't need to lift the veil to see that her eyes were nearly as red as his. Emma had blamed herself for Harry's death, blamed herself for not saving him with her magic. Draco had tried not to hate her but his grief had been too strong, it had taken a sharp talk from his mother for him to realise that every one of the Malfoys were mourning and Emma really wasn't to blame. Draco beckoned her in and she flew into his arms with a wail. Draco pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tears brimming in his eyes. They stayed like that for a very long time.

Lucius had no time for muggle traditions, particularly long slow ones but Draco had insisted that Harry would have wanted to be buried the muggle way, this fact alone was why Lucius found himself sitting in a church watching a coffin being carried down the aisle. He held his head high and took a deep breath, struggling to keep the all too famous Malfoy mask in place. In actuality, Lucius wanted to cry and let the tears run free. Harry had been a truly great person and Lucius had never wanted to see him die, particularly when it hurt Draco so much to lose him. He remembered Narcissa's fatal words, told to him what seemed like a lifetime ago, foretelling Draco's pain should Harry die; what she hadn't told him was of his own pain when watching his son go through it and not being able to offer any comfort of use. Lucius took another breath and slipped his hand into his wife's. A look down at her showed her eyes brimming but no tear tracks, a sight starkly contrasted to his children who both had tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

Lucius spared a glance down the pew to see Harry's friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger openly expressing their grief. They had been furious to hear about the battle and even Lucius would be lying if he said Granger's shriek when she was told about Harry didn't affect him. They had argued with Dumbledore for not being told and were still refusing to speak to the man. The other Weasleys were just a grief stricken and Dumbledore seemed to be in a state of shock. Lucius had never hated the man more despite it was not his fault; he had been Harry's mentor and yet he hadn't even fought. Lucius turned his attention back to the front of the church where the coffin had been placed at the altar and a minister was telling them what a loss it was to have Harry gone from their lives. Lucius coughed lightly; silence fell.

Standing up, Lucius gave a glance to his wife who nodded and then to Draco who also nodded after a few seconds. Nodding curtly, Lucius stepped up to the minister and gestured for him to move. The minister muttered under his breath as he left his place and Lucius took it; he cast a subtle sonorous on himself.

"For those of you who know me you would know that speaking at Harry Potter's funeral was not on my list of things to do in my life. Yet it is with a heavy heart that I find myself doing just that. I only knew Harry for a short while and that was all it took for me to realise what a brave and selfless young man he was. His death has shaken our world to its very core and it will be a long time before anyone will start to recover from it." He looked at his wife who gave a small nod. "My family especially. Harry has helped my family in so many ways that if he were here I would not know how to even start repaying him. He showed us what it truly meant to be brave and to love and through that he ended up paying the highest price in order to achieve peace. This is what we need to remember, Harry died so we could live in peace and we need to honour him by doing just that and preventing another needless sacrifice. The only comfort we can take in Harry's death is the knowledge that the young man who had such a trouble life is now finally at peace." Lucius raised his wand and sent a spark of magic out, signifying the end of a great wizard before he stepped down and took his seat.

There was silence in the church as Draco stood slowly. Emma held his hand but he gently shook it off and made his way to the podium. He stood in front of the congregation and felt his control slip a little and a few tears fell out before he pulled himself up and took a breath.

"Harry was the centre...excuse me." Draco paused as his voice cracked and cleared his throat. He swallowed hard and took another deep breath. "Harry has been the centre of my world for such a long time that falling in love with him was inevitable. He made it so easy to be able to depend on him and not feel weak about it and he made it so easy for me to show him a side of me no one has seen but him." Draco paused to regain his composure. "I never planned on attending Harry's funeral, let alone speaking at it, and to do so is breaking my heart." Draco paused and took another swallow. He cast a look down at the casket and felt the tears brim again. He hastily blinked them away as he continued in a quieter voice. "I found a poem for you Harry, you should have read it with me but now I'll have to make do with reading it to you and hoping you can hear it." Draco cleared his throat and swallowed again.

"Stop all the clocks, turn off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky, the message He is Dead,

Put crêpe paper bows round the white necks of public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good." Draco took another deep swallow, trying to keep a hold on what was left of his composure before stepping from the podium and standing by the casket. He placed a shaking hand on it. "I hope you've found peace Harry, I love you."

Draco stayed there, incapable of moving, until a small hand took his and led him away. The rest of the service passed in words and songs but Draco felt numb. He just couldn't face the reality of Harry being gone. He was nudged when the congregation moved outside and he stood with the rest of the mourners as Harry's casket was lowered into the ground next to his parents. When it was done, people turned to return to the manor where the wake was being held but Draco stayed where he was saying he would be along shortly.

Hours later he was stood in the same position, looking down at the fresh mound of dirt, staring at it unbelievingly, when he felt a breeze caress his cheek. When he looked up he saw nothing but the empty graveyard, full of the summer light. Looking around Draco took in the trees, the flowers and the bright sky and felt a sense of calm wash over him. This is what Harry fought for. This is what Harry wanted. Peace. Yet here Draco was, stood ignoring it all. Draco shook himself and knelt down.

"I won't let you down Harry, I'll make sure people know we have what we do because of you and they will not tarnish it. Just...wait for me okay? I'll never forget you and I will always love you." Draco placed a kiss to the earth, brushing his lips off as he stood and gave one long look at the tombstone.

Here Lies:

Harry James Potter

Loving son, friend and lover.

He shall not be forgotten.

Don't hate on me...he was always going to die :/ Sorry.

Thanks for those who stuck with me, much appreciated!