Life had never been the same after the battle in Malfoy Manor. While so much had changed for the worst, even more had changed for the better. Six months had passed since Sirius and Narcissa whisked the kids away, landing on the hidden platform 9 and three quarters.

Dumbledore had of course passed away, so too did Snape and Ron, partly under their hands. The hardest thing Harry had ever had to do, he thought, was telling Ron's family of his death. Conveniently he left out the detail that he had died at Draco's hand, and he knew that he would keep Ron's betrayal a secret from his family into the grave. Draco had notified the school board of Snape's death. He was fine in the room but as soon as the eyes of adults were off him he broke down. Harry had silently held him late into the night as Draco finally managed to mourn the death of a father he's only had briefly.

Sirius, however, fell into months of depression; spending most of his time in his dog form; roaming the streets and parks around his hidden house. He was well on his way to recovery and reintegrated himself back into the family, becoming the new father of not one but two boys that, even though were not his own, he still treated as if they were sons.

After they arrived back Narcissca pleaded to be forgiven, yet there was nothing to forgive. Draco would always consider her his mother, no matter what because he loved her and she loved him.

Hermione and Ginny had both decided it best to live with their own families, leaving Draco and Harry to lay low with each other.

They lived as a family in the Black house.

Every night Harry held his precious Draco in his arms, pressed closely into his bare chest. Draco lay and listened to the sound of Harry's heartbeat, the sound of reality. He leg never had come good but he managed to walk without a cane. He refused to use one anyway, they reminded him too much of Lucius, a face that he did not want to curse his mind. But still through the trauma of what had happened in the past year, Draco knew one thing: his love for Harry was everlasting and he'd always be in his heart no matter what happened to either of them.

"I love you," he muttered into Harry's chest as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Harry squeezed him to wake him back up, "I love you too." He smiled, feeling Draco fall back to sleep. He wouldn't be asleep for hours. He'd lay here, feeling Draco's breath, knowing that he was alive. The Boy he loved, the boy he saved, the boy who'd saved him, the boy who he'd never leave. "I love you too," he whispered again.

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