It had been three weeks from what everyone liked to call 'The Incident' had happened. It had been three weeks since he'd had a day where he wasn't exhausted or had a normal conversation with his friends. Scratch that last; since he'd had any type of conversation with any of his friends. Dumbledore had Harry and his closest friends take lessons that didn't include History of Magic, Divination or any normal subject for that matter. They were learning DADA which were only taught to the Ministry's Aurors. The darkest curses which only the darkest wizards used. The way wizards duel properly. The way to cast the unforgivables.

Dumbledore was playing straight into Voldemort's hands without even realising it. Voldemort wanted disruption and chaos. And that was exactly what he had got. Three full weeks of chaos, missed meals and their 'extra lessons' running on into the night sometimes. He didn't want to be Harry Potter anymore. He didn't want to be the boy that had to have a cut across his forehead to make him famous. He didn't want to be the teenager who might have to watch his friends die. He didn't want to be the person where everyone was rapidly leaving in his life. He wanted to be a normal teenager whos biggest worry was getting homework done on time.

It was sickening what the world had done. It rested all of the hope on a teenager's shoulders. He wasn't even of-age yet! They were sending him out to do the job that noody else wanted to do. If he was a selfish person, he would have left the wizarding world for good; go into hiding where nobody could find him. But he wasn't. And people took advantage of that fact.

Over the last few hours, Harry had made a point to talk with all his friends before they would finally approach the final battle. He had approached everyone it seemed...except Draco. He suddenly had the urge to speak with him. But maybe it was too late. After all, there was very little time left before they would be portkeyed, as all of the adults had already apparated. They must have about fifteen minutes tops.

Everyone in the room now included Harry and the people in his year who wanted to fight. "Okay, the reason I told you all to stay behind here, is because Dumbledore ordered us to. And I wanted to wish everyone a proper goodbye."

Hermione steadily broke to tears. "Don't say that, Harry! You-you're going to win, and we all know it. You're not going to say goodbye like you'll never see us again, you're going to say it as if we're going to see each other tommorow. And if you don't- I'll- I'll-" She couldn't finish her sentence.

"-We're going to make sure we get a say in your death," Draco finished. Draco had a sort of resigned look about himself, and Harry had the sudden longing to say a proper goodbye to him.

"Is it alright if I just say a few words to Draco outside?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione sniffed. "Just don't be too long. We have nine minutes left."

Harry smiled. "I wont."

Draco followed Harry out of the classroom and turned to Harry. "So-"

Harry never let him finish. He lowered his lips over Draco's and kissed ever so softly. He ran his tongue over the blond's lower lip and slid his tongue inside. Tongues met, mouths were explored and magic were sparking between them. Harry wished he could stay here for an enternity, just like this. It just felt so right, the way Harry's arms automatically slipped around his neck into into his hair; and Draco's, arounds his waist and up his back. Their bodies fitted perfectly together, like each of them was one half and only could feel complete together. Harry stopped while he could.

"I'm sorry we never really had the chance to get to really get to know each other," He wispered against Draco's lips.

"So am I, Harry. So am I," Draco whispered back.

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After being portkeyed to the destination of the Riddle House, it was found to be in a state that looked very much like a battlefield. Maybe it was classed as a battlefield. Harry didn't know. Nor did he care. What he did care about was the fact that there were several bodies scattered over the ground. Dead or just unconcious, it was hard to tell. All that he could tell that it wasn't just Death Eaters. He grimaced. He'd prepared for this moment ever since he found out Voldemort murdered his parents, conciously or not. It didn't mean he was prepared for it. It wasn't the same. It wasn't how he imagined.

He kept his wand out, constantly or the lookout for stray curses or Death Eaters aiming their wand at him. It was pretty hard to keep track, seeing as though there were flashes everywhere. It was as if there were hundreds of cameras with multicoloured flash being aimed at him.

As he made his way to the Riddle House, he could have sworn he was being followed. However, everytime he looked, nobody was following him. He couldn't help but feel suspicious that he hadn't been hit by a spell. Not that he was complaining.

As he looked back to where everyone was dueling, a sinking sensation hit Harry hard. This may be the last time to ever see daylight. This may be the last hour he ever lived. Today could end with so many possibilities. Harry may die. Voldemort may die. They both may die. Voldemort was never here in the first place. So many possibilities. But there can only be one that will happen tonight.

He turned back to the house, while turning his back on everything else; his friends; his enemies; the wizarding world.

Each step he climbed seemed to last an eternity. But in reality, he knew this was happening to fast. His heard sped up and his stomach was turning. When he'd reached the top floor, he knew what was waiting behind one of those doors. All of a sudden he didn't feel so prepared anymore. Nothing could prepare you for a moment like this. He was just about to head back when he heard the voice hat he'd been dreading to hear.

"Potter. How nice of you to join me. Do come in. I must say, I wasn't expecting you so soon."

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I know, I know. Super-short chapter. Lately I've been running out of ideas. And no, my computer hasn't been fixed, but I now have my brothers and he's hardly ever here. Tell me what you think of the chapter...I'm not really that sure of it, but I'd like to hear what you guys think. This story should be finished in about 2/3 chapters, but I haven't finished writing them yet. Sooooo...who do you think's gonna win? Voldie or Harry? Hehe. I'll guess you'll just have to wait...

Tonks xx