A/N: This is the final chapter of this particular story. Enjoy! More on that at the bottom.

Warning: This is a real tear-jerker, at the end, there are some very dark thoughts, probably bordering suicidal. And then there's a cliffhanger. You have been warned.

When Harry got a message from Dumbledore, his first thought was that it must mean Dumbledore had found another Horcrux. On his way up to his office, he ran into Professor Trelawney. He hadn't missed her or her classes at all, but he talked to her for a while, and that's how he found out about Snape being the one who set Voldemort on his parents. He was the one who told Voldemort the first half of the prophecy, which resulted in Voldemort coming after him and his family.

He stood there, waves of horror crashing down upon him, and Trelawney didn't even realize what she had done. He raced up to Dumbledore's office, leaving her there, where he confronted Dumbledore.

Dumbledore did indeed want to take him to get a horcrux, which took some of the steam in his anger—there was still a pot boiling, however.

Minutes later, he was rushing off to get his Felix Felicis, under the guise of getting his invisibility cloak. He always kept it on him now a days. He sent a quick message to Draco, hoping his plan would work, as he ran up to the tower.

There was a dosage for enough for four for a couple hours. He wouldn't need any, but he had Ron, Hermione, and Ginny each take a small dose. They only did so thinking Harry would take the last one; he didn't.

On his way back to Dumbledore's office, he ran into Draco as he had hoped he'd be able to. "Come in here, quickly," Harry said in a rush as he grabbed Draco and pushed him into the empty classroom. "I ran into Trelawney, and she said there were people celebrating in the room of requirement. I think that something might be happening tonight, and Dumbledore's leaving. I want you to be ready to leave. And take this." He held out the Felix Felicis, but Draco merely looked at it.

"Have you taken any?"

"Well—"

"No. I want you to take it." Harry shook his head.

"I'll be with Dumbledore, and I won't be able to concentrate unless I know you are safe. Now, take it." Harry thrusted it at him, but Draco raised a delicate eyebrow and Harry knew he wasn't going to take it.

"Harry, you're going to get a horcrux, there are unknowable dangers you're about to face. You need it more than I do." Harry sighed, but swished the small amount around in the vial, before glaring at Draco. He put it in his mouth, under his tongue, and constricted his neck. He held out his arms, as if to ask, "happy?"

Draco smiled, though his eyes were worried, and Harry pushed him back against the door, grabbing his wrists as he thrust his tongue down Draco's mouth. He hummed in confusion at the liquid suddenly pouring into his mouth, but Harry kept kissing him until he was forced to swallow or choke.

He fought Harry lightly, and Harry let him go as soon as he could.

Draco glared. "What the hell was that! Did you just—"

"Yes. I did. And I'm not going to apologize for it if it keeps you alive." They glared at each other, still standing close and breathing harshly.

"The second you get back, I am going to tear into you for doing that." He said. Harry nodded, he expected nothing less. Draco nodded as well, then they were actually kissing. Harry threw his arms around Draco, Draco threw his around Harry, and they kissed, possibly, more passionately than they ever had, unsure of what they were both about to face.

"Promise me you'll be ok," Harry whispered against Draco's lips.

Draco nodded. "I promise. Now, promise me you will be ok." Harry nodded as well.

"I promise." Harry said. "And I'll see you soon. Don't worry about me too much, alright? I'll be with Dumbledore." Draco sighed, but nodded, looking down. Harry moved his lips forward just a little, to kiss Draco lightly. "Everything is going to be ok. I love you. Be safe. I've got to go." Harry's hand was on the door when Draco pushed it closed again, attacking Harry one last time, quickly.

"I know. Just…be safe too. Try not to be too much of a Gryffindor, alright?" Harry chuckled, amazed that Draco could get him to laugh at a time like this. He put his hand against Draco's cheek, stroking it lightly. Draco placed his hand on top of Harry's holding it when Harry slowly moved away. Their arms stretched out as more distance came between them, until they were standing as far apart as they could while they were still holding hands. Then, they disconnected, their hands falling to their sides, and Harry was gone.

Hogwarts was in the distance, coming ever closer. Harry glanced over to Dumbledore, who was sturdy on his broom, determined, despite what had just happened. The cave had been horrible, and force-feeding Dumbledore whatever had been in that potion might have been the worst thing he had ever done.

He didn't know for sure what they were going to find, when they got up to the tower, but it couldn't be good. He had a feeling this night was about to get that much worse.

They landed at the top of the astronomy tower, and the silence was deafening, tense, the calm before the storm. Harry made his way to the door, but Dumbledore made a noise as he fell against the wall, it pulled Harry back towards him.

"Professor!" He called, as he grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

"I'm fine," Dumbledore returned, and Harry thought it might be like all those times he said he was fine and wasn't.

They both stood, and Dumbledore instructed Harry to put his invisibility cloak on. Harry did so, and just as he disappeared from view, the door banged open.

There was a whispered spell, and a shouted one, and Dumbledore was leaning against the wall. "Ah," he said, completely at ease with the situation. Harry was not, he was stiff as a board against the wall next to Dumbledore. He had used his moment of defense to ensure Harry couldn't move. "Mr. Malfoy."

If Harry could have gasped, he would have. Draco stepped forward out of the shadows, looking around, probably looking for Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore!" He exclaimed, finally focusing on Dumbledore. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you. There's a fight downstairs, there are Death Eaters here, they're here to kill you! What's wrong, are you alright, Professor?"

He moved closer to Dumbledore, looking at Dumbledore with concern. He moved carefully, as if afraid that he might run into something. Maybe Harry.

"It's quite alright, Mr. Malfoy. Considering the present circumstances, I expect no less from you." Dumbledore slipped a little further down the wall, and Draco came forward even more, eyes fixated on the two brooms Harry and Dumbledore had abandoned.

"Where…?" Draco trailed off, apparently realizing he couldn't ask where Harry was.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, a small smile came to his face. "Where is who, Mr. Malfoy? Harry is fine."

If Harry wasn't frozen already, he would have been at that. Draco did freeze. "Wh-what?" He asked in a shaky voice.

"Mr. Potter is just fine. I know it is he you are most concerned with. What we need to focus on right now, is you, Mr. Malfoy. Have you a plan for escaping tonight? I fear the Death Eaters will want you to go with them tonight. It was not wise to come here when Harry warned you to stay away."

Draco's jaw dropped. "How do you know about that? You know about…us?"

"I must admit, it was quite the surprise when I found out two years ago. I commend you on your subterfuge. It was a rather Slytherin plan, I assume it was yours?"

"No. Harry's actually. He couldn't bear the thought of being separated from me, so we decided to just pretend to be enemies." Draco looked and sounded like he wasn't quite sure why he was telling him this.

"I see. I had always wondered how long you were together, there was no way of knowing without asking."

"We were friends before school started, then my Father forced me to be mean to him, but Harry convinced me to be friends. We started dating a little into third year." Draco still looked confused.

Dumbledore smiled at him. "I cannot tell you how pleased I am to hear that. Love has truly conquered with the two of you. I fear there is still much you will have to deal with, but I promise you, the journey in itself is worth it. There will come a time when you will look back on what you have faced, and be grateful, because it brought you so much joy."

"Sir?"

"My time…Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid we don't have much longer. We must act. Before—"

The door banged open, and figures wearing dark robes bled onto the roof of the tower. They were laughing.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" One of the figures asked, a gleam in their eye.

"We've got Dumbledore, wandless!" Another cackled. "And Draco! Here, we thought you had abandoned the dark side, when all this time, you've been following through on your mission. Your Father would be proud after all."

Draco had frozen again, only his eyes going back and forth between the group of Death Eaters and Dumbledore. Harry strained against the invisible bonds, wanting to fight. With him, Draco and Dumbledore, they could take the four Death Eaters. If he could only break free, he could get to Dumbledore's wand, return it to him, still invisible, and take out one before the others would know what was happening.

"Get on with it!" The other Death Eater circled to the other side of the tower, looking down. "Sure would hate to fall from here."

"Shut up, Man. I don't care about your damn fear of heights. Let's go, Malfoy, that shield won't last forever."

"I…" Draco said. He turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Gentlemen, lady. Welcome to Hogwarts. Are you finding your arrangements agreeable?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly. "How are all of you all this fine evening?"

Most of the Death Eaters were stunned speechless, but one of them snorted. "That's sure like Dumbledore. Ain't you realize what's 'bout to happen, then?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean when you speak in broken English."

The one who had last spoken broke forward, intent on attacking Dumbledore, but two of the others grabbed him, holding him back. "Why I oughta…" He shook his fist, and Harry was gripped by hysterical amusement.

"Enough of this, Draco, what are you waiting for?"

"I…I…I…" Harry stared at Draco, not sure what he should do, he fought, hard, against the bonds. Was it his imagination, or were his fingers twitching?

"I can't believe it! He's choking! Move aside, I'll do it!" The one that wasn't holding the other stepped forward, but the one on the left held him back.

"No! It must be Draco! He has to be the one to do it! Go ahead, Draco! Prove to us your worth." The was a manic gleam on her face.

Draco swallowed, and Harry had never seen him more terrified. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and drew himself up. When he opened his eyes, he said, "I can't." His voice was clear, and strong. It stunned the Death Eaters, yet again.

"You can't mean that?"

"What's the trouble?"

Their voices traveled over each other, all trying to talk at once. There was a deep voice behind them. "Quiet!" It demanded, and they fell silent again, parting to allow Snape into their midsts. One of the Death Eaters tried to tell him something, but Snape only lifted his hand to order him to fall silent.

Draco stared at him with wide eyes. After a moment, he moved forward, stepping in front of Dumbledore. Snape waved him aside with a look.

"Please." The word came from Dumbledore, it was the weakest Harry had ever heard him. Dumbledore looked up at him, and Snape looked down. There was a look of hatred etched across his face. "Severus, Please."

With that, there was a flash of green, and Dumbledore was falling. Harry was screaming, silently, Draco at full volume. The next several seconds Harry would never clearly remember. He turned, and cast the aristo momentum spell, that slowed Dumbledore's descent. He refused to consider that it didn't help, didn't do any good.

While he was doing that, something happened to Draco. There was an altercation, and Draco was suddenly floating in front of Snape, unconscious.

Snape was ordering the Death Eaters below, and they were running. They couldn't be allowed to get away.

They had Draco.

Harry ran, as fast as he could, through the spells flying through the air, the bodies blocking him. "Move!" He yelled, as he ran by the people fighting. Various people stopped him, got in his way, prevented him from continuing. If it hadn't been for them, he might have made it.

He raced through the castle, screaming, yelling, doing anything to prevent the Death Eaters from escaping. For enemies, popped into his head.

He took down two before they made it out of the castle. Sectumsempra. The third, he got on the stairs leading out of the castle. For Enemies. The fourth, he stunned almost to the gates.

Sectumsempra, crossed his mind. For enemies. "Coward," he screamed. Snape turned, within reach of the gates.

"Coward?" He screamed back. "Coward, am I, Potter? Your Father—"

"Shut up about my damn Father! I'm not him, you sniveling—!"

"Don't call me that!" Harry shot a spell at him and Snape deflected it. "You must learn to close your mind, Potter! You must learn to store your emotions away, not let them affect you, or you will be a sitting duck for whatever comes your way!" He was still fucking teaching.

Levicorpus!

"How dare you! Using my own spells against me!" Horror claimed Harry. "That's right Potter! I know you stole my old potions book. Mine, the Half-Blood Prince's!" For enemies. Snape was definitely an enemy. Harry was laying face down in the dirt, subject to one of Snape's spells.

He looked up at Snape's back, he was running again to the gates. He was almost there and once he left, he would get away, and Harry might never see him again, might never get the opportunity to stop him. For enemies. He would never get another chance. For enemies.

He stood, picking himself up heavily. For enemies

He wielded his wand, pointing directly at Snape's back. For Draco

"Sectumsempra!" He yelled, and the spell shot from his wand, heading towards Snape. For enemies.

Snape, at the moment, was his greatest enemy.

Just as he thought the spell would connect, would hit Snape in the back and send him careening forward, Snape tripped, or fell, or dodged completely. Harry would never know which it was.

Randomly, a thought entered Harry's head. Newton's Law of Motion.

An object in motion will stay in motion unless an external force is applied to it.

Newton had no idea of magic, but it still applied.

A spell will keep moving forward, unless an object hits it, or it hits an object.

In this case, the spell hit a floating, unconscious Draco.

Blood splattered away from Draco, in all directions. Hundreds of cuts appeared on his body, slicing him, this way and that.

Harry stopped. For one moment, he was horror struck, completely frozen, as waves hit him. He couldn't handle anything else happening, he couldn't process what had just happened. Draco was bleeding, he was hurt, badly, and Harry had hurt him. Harry hurt Draco.

He screamed.

"You've killed him!" Snape yelled at Harry.

Harry sunk to the ground.

"He's dead!" Snape screamed.

He felt cold chills grip his heart.

"Because of you!" Snape bellowed.

Harry broke.

Nothing mattered. Not anymore. He had to get to Draco. He would do anything, absolutely anything, and that had to count for something.

He was blown back. Snape hadn't mattered anymore, so he was out of Harry's mind. He didn't care what Snape did, except that Snape had cursed him, and by the time Harry got up again, he was gone, taking Draco with him.

Draco had taken his heart.

He screamed.

He wasn't aware of anything. He may have gotten up at some point. He may have been carried or dragged. Someone might have come and gotten him and pulled him along. For all he knew, he could have apparated. All he knew, was nothing mattered, not anymore.

He thought he had seen Dumbledore at some point. He must have, because he was carrying the locket, they had retrieved that night, only it wasn't the locket they had intended. It was a fake. It had all been for nothing.

If Harry wasn't already broken, that had done it.

"Harry." Someone was saying his name. It didn't matter.

"Harry." He sighed. The voice wasn't leaving him alone. He just wanted to die alone, in peace, thank you.

"Harry." He looked up into Sirius's concerned eyes. He lowered his own immediately.

"Harry. Please look at me." Sirius said. Harry looked up, regretting it as soon as he did. "Are you ok?"

Harry shook his head back and forth, slowly. He would never be ok again.

Sirius frowned. "I don't blame you, Kiddo. Can you tell me what happened?" Harry looked back down at his bloody and torn-jean-covered knees. He shook his head again.

"Ok. Harry, Pup, you seem to be the one who was with Dumbledore when he died. Do you know what happened to him? Did he fall?" Harry shook his head once again. "Was he pushed?" He shook his head. "Did someone kill him? One of the Death Eaters?" He nodded. He was startled to hear gasps. There were apparently people around him.

"Who?" Another voice asked. Harry wasn't sure where it came from, but it hardly mattered.

"I think that might be all we get from him right now." Harry sighed. This wasn't fair. Nothing was fair. Maybe they'd leave him alone if he answered their stupid fucking questions.

"Snape killed Dumbledore." Harry killed Draco.

There were murmurs, gasps, sobs. Harry didn't care about any of the noises made, he just hoped they'd leave him alone.

The bed he was sitting on, here in the hospital wing, sank as Sirius sat upon it. Arms were wrapped around them. Sirius just thought he was upset about Dumbledore. He had no idea.

Harry felt like he was drowning. Not just in a still lake, however. He was drowning in an ocean, or a rapid river. He was tumbling through the water, choking on the water that hit him in the face. He was dying, and it was slow and painful.

Conversation echoed around him, but none of it mattered. He fell to the side, the warmth, where Sirius was. Sirius let him, and Harry curled up with his head on Sirius's thigh. He felt so sick. He would never be well again.

He would never see Draco again, or hold him, or kiss him, or tuck him into bed, or wash him clean, or lick, or suck, or fight with, or stroke, or push, or play with, or make love to.

They never had a chance to make love. He should have done it. He should have started a long time ago and never stopped.

He wasn't sure when he realized he was crying. Maybe he had started when Draco…and never really stopped. Or at some point after that. Maybe this was all just a terrible nightmare.

He wished he would wake up. He wanted to wake up so badly.

He was in so much pain. So much pain.

There was some quiet. Some blessed quiet.

"I can't believe he's reacting like this." It was a whisper, he wasn't supposed to hear it.

"They must have been closer than I thought." That either.

It did little to comfort him.

The conversation continued on around him, without him.

Vaguely, he recognized something was happening when Sirius's fingers stopped stroking his hair. He tried to focus on what was happening, only to see Remus being embraced by Tonks. Sirius's fingers clenched in his hair rather painfully. He looked up at Sirius and saw the same pain he was in reflected back.

Lost love.

He turned on his back so he could hug Sirius around his middle. They both needed it. Sirius looked down at him and embraced him back, rubbing his back lightly like Draco…used to do.

Harry started sobbing quietly again.

"Love conquered here tonight." He couldn't even tell who that was, but they were wrong, so very wrong.

Suddenly, he was vertical, glaring at the room. He recognized various Order members and his friends, Weasleys, the whole lot seemed to be here for Dumbledore's impromptu wake.

"Well?" He asked. He got only blank stares in response. "I see. We're just going to pretend that everything is ok. One good thing, and suddenly, everything's fine. Do any of you have any idea what happened tonight? Any of you?" He looked around at them again, not entirely sure where he was going with this, but knowing he was more upset than he had ever been. "How likely do you think it is something's going to happen now?" Several faces seemed to realize where he was going. "Gee, someone attacked Hogwarts. I wish there was someone who said this would happen. Maybe we would have been prepared. Maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe no one would have…died." His voice had been rising, but then it broke. He was so tired.

He was so angry. "All year, all fucking year, I have been trying to tell every one of you something was going to happen. Maybe if even one of you had listened to me, even thought it was possible, just for a minute… But no. Harry's gone crazy. Nobody listen to Harry, he has no idea."

"Harry…"

"Haven't I earned the benefit of the doubt, at least? A second glance? Not one single one of you listened to me. You made fun of me, sure. Said it was impossible to pull one over Dumbledore. How impossible is it sounding now?" Ron and Hermione refused to meet his eyes.

"Let's not listen to Harry. He's only risked his life every damn year he's been at Hogwarts when something inevitably happens. He has no reason to be believed."

"Harry, you said Draco Malfoy was planning something." Hermione cut in.

Harry glared at her. "Oh! Draco Malfoy wasn't at the very center of this? Whose plan was it? Who was forced into servitude? Who did the work?"

"What are you talking about? You're not making any sense."

"That's right, Harry never makes sense. We should all just ignore him. He's just screaming in the Hospital Wing for no damn reason. Screw him."

"Harry…"

"Don't you people get it?" No one apparently did. He swore.

"Harry, are you alright? You're acting a little funny?"

Harry snorted, bending in half as he put his head in his hands. He gave out some sort of wailing screech of pain and frustration. The concerned looks he received intensified.

"No, I'm not alright. I'm not even ok. I'm…I'm… I don't even know. I don't think I've ever been this bad." Sirius stood behind him and walked slowly over, placing a cautious hand on his shoulder.

"Draco Malfoy is dead." He told the room, even if Sirius is the only one who knew what he was actually saying.

The hand tightened on his shoulder. "Oh, Harry…" Sirius whispered. Harry supposed it didn't matter anymore—nothing really did—but the Secret didn't anymore.

The room severely underreacted to the news. A few lowered their heads, there were a couple gasps, McGonagall closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but no one screamed in horror, or broke something, or stabbed their own hearts—like Harry felt like doing.

He could tell the whole room what the significance of that was. How Harry and Draco had been together for over three years. How Harry should have accepted Draco's offer of engagement. How Harry loved him, so much, more than anything in the world.

"I killed him." The whisper carried. Now there was horror.

He didn't deserve to have them know what Draco meant. They didn't deserve to know. Why should he share anything with these people who didn't believe him?

Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry as he lowered his head, and the last remaining bit of strength left him. Sirius dragged him over to the bed they had inhabited. There were questions flying around and at him, but for just a moment, there was a bubble of peace his godfather brought him.

"What happened?" Seemed to be the most popular question, Harry heard it repeated, echoing all around the room.

"Oi!" Sirius shouted. There was instant quiet. "We all know Harry, so we know several things. 1. He didn't intend to kill anyone. 2. He's feeling worse than any of us can imagine, so let's give him some space and some peace, and when he's ready, he'll tell us what happened."

Harry let out a breath.

"Dumbledore and I were doing something. I won't tell you what. When we got back, we saw the Dark Mark on the astronomy tower, borrowed some brooms, and made our way up. When we landed Dumbledore full body-bound me and …Malfoy came, and they talked. He had been tasked by Voldemort to kill him, but he didn't. He refused. More Death Eaters came, and they argued. Then Snape came. I thought it was all going to be ok. Then…" Harry couldn't complete the thought.

They understood anyway.

"I chased after Snape. He was floating…Malfoy in front of him, unconscious. I took out the other Death Eaters one by one. Then, we got almost to the gates, and…" He took a deep breath and a sigh. "Snape was his usual self. We fought, and he almost got away, but I sent a spell at him, only it didn't hit Snape, it hit…Malfoy. It killed him."

There was silence. It was oppressive.

"How do you know?" Harry looked up. "That it killed him?"

Harry looked back down. "Blood. There wasso much blood. And Snape said so."

Silence again. "Why would Snape take the body with him if he were already dead?" Hermione wondered.

Harry looked up, glare fierce, and she recoiled back.

"Mr. Potter. What I just heard was an accident." McGonagall tried to console him.

"Yeah, Harry, in an official capacity, I can tell you there may be an investigation, but I seriously doubt anyone will even arrest you." Tonks said from inside Remus's arms.

Harry nodded. He wanted to go to sleep so badly, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. In a way, he knew he didn't deserve the sweet oblivion.

He closed his eyes, laid down, and tried to ignore everyone else.

Out in the distance, he heard Fawkes' song, and sobbed again, he had found the soundtrack to his pain.

Things happened around him, and he lost track of everything but his thoughts of Draco. Time, days, conversations, movement, it was all lost to him. He would never remember the next few days except in vague recollection.

Aurors questioned him, teachers talked to him, his friends never left him alone for long. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, every breath hurt.

Dumbledore's funeral was so painful. He barely paid attention, and he felt even worse about that.

Ron and Hermione finally left him alone for a while after the funeral, he wandered around, not doing much of anything except thinking.

He felt…well, he felt a lot of what he was feeling.

He had a plan, but he didn't know how he would do it. He didn't feel like doing anything. He was so empty. The only thing he was living for was defeating Voldemort. It was something only he could do, so he would do it. After that, he wasn't sure.

Things would be tough for a while. What was he thinking? Things would be tough for the rest of his life.

He would find the horcruxes, destroy them, and take on Voldemort. If he had to sacrifice everything in his life to defeat him, then that's what it would take. If it took his very life, then so be it. At the moment, it would be a relief.

He didn't know how he was going to make it without Draco. He had become essential to his very soul. He couldn't really live without Draco.

He looked out over the lake. It was one of the most beautiful days he had ever seen. The sky had never been bluer, not a cloud in the sky, the sun gleaming and casting rays over the still water. It was as if the world was celebrating Dumbledore's life, and Harry thought it couldn't be more fitting for Albus Dumbledore.

No one was celebrating Draco. It was just a footnote on a terrible night to most of them. He had been cleared of any wrongdoing and he felt like screaming at the injustice of that. Draco deserved the world, so much better than Harry. He deserved better than his end.

For about the millionth time, Harry felt tears burn his eyes. It was time to lay Draco to rest and try to put his mind to what he had to do. He would never succeed if thoughts of Draco were already killing him.

He closed his eyes and thought of him, everything he loved and everything he hated. They blended together. Thousands of images flew in his mind's eye, each a wonderful memory, even the bad ones, because they contained Draco.

I'm so sorry. He told Draco silently. It was almost funny, but he didn't feel like Draco was dead and gone. He felt like Draco was in his heart, and he would always carry him with him, wherever he went, wherever he would go.

It was a strange feeling. Draco would always be with him, he would never forget him, and he would never forgive himself for how he had died.

He would always love him. Always. And forever.

He was in so much pain. It was time. He really needed more of it, but he needed to start his journey, the world wasn't going to wait for him to come to terms with the death of the love of his life.

I'm going to let you go now, he thought. It doesn't mean I don't love you. I always will. I promise. But I need to let you go.

That was when his wrist heated.

Harry?

A/N: I almost ended it two sentences earlier, aren't you glad I didn't? There was also a possible plot line where Harry didn't find out Draco was still alive and Draco was trapped for a couple months until they were reunited. I decide not to go that route. As I said, this is the final chapter to this particular story, years 1-6; year 7 is long enough that it was worth it to make a whole new story. The first chapter will be up next Sunday, but I haven't decided the update schedule yet, as it's a bit of a killer to write. I just didn't want to leave y'all hanging on that cliff hanger. Hope to see you all there! Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, subscribing, everything! I've really enjoyed writing this story and I appreciate every single one who took the time to read it.

The story picture, in case you were wondering, is the side of a lake, and it's similar to where I pictured Harry to be when the story ended.