The first letter addressed to me is right here.
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Chapter eight
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, then you probably know about Sirius and I. I begged him not to tell you, for your own sake, but he's always been law unto himself.
So many things to tell you, while I sit here at this desk, writing frantically, while Sirius sleeps.
Your mother loves you, son. Never ever doubt that either of us love you. And even if we can't be there in person, we'll always be with you in spirit.
I feel like I need to explain the relationship between Sirius and myself. It really came out of nowhere. One minute, we were hovering above the trees, looking at the stars. And I thought to myself, "James, the man is beautiful. Kiss him," so I did. And things just kind of moved on from there...
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The letter went on, to explain everything I've just written. I think the one that got me the most though, was this.
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Harry,
In the morning, I won't remember this. I won't remember lying in your father's arms, feeling safe and secure. I won't remember him being alive. And more than that, everything that I've learned about life, will be forgotten by the time the sun rises tomorrow.
It's amazing what one will do for love. I'm willing to completely forget about this wonderful year spent with James, so he'll be safe, and you, Lily, and myself will be as well.
Before I knew he was still living, I only had thoughts, dark thoughts of avenging him. Now, it seems I can't live without him, and to know that I'll have to for an indefinite period seems unfathomable.
But he's worth it. He is worth the wait, and forgetfulness, and the pain. I'd give my life for him, if he asked.
I hope Harry that you can find someone who'll treat you like you deserve. Someone who you'd give your life for, and know that they would do the same.
That why I write this. One day, I'll find this book, and I'll give it to you, and you will finally understand the depth some people will go through to protect the ones they love.
Take care, and be well Harry,
Sirius
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After reading that letter, I needed to see Draco right away.
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I got home as fast as I could, and went searching for Draco. I found him in the chair next to the window, curled up reading a book and watching the rainfall.
"You're back," he whispered looking over at me. I nodded, brushing a lock of hair out of my eye.
"Are you ok?"
"I love you," Harry simply replied, walking over to the chair. Draco stood up, and kissed the jagged line on Harry's forehead.
"I love you too, baby," he said, running his hands up and down Harry's arms. "Are you sure you are ok?"
Harry gave him a soft smile. "I'd give my life for you in a second,"
"I'd do the same for you," Draco replied instantly. "Tell me you're-"
He was cut off by Harry's lips pressing insistently against his. Draco found his hands being wrapped up in Harry's hair, as the tumbled towards the bed, tearing at each other clothing.
In the after math, Harry curling up alongside Draco, Harry smiled. "It almost seems inconceivable that my dad and godfather had an affair seven years after he died," Harry said more to himself than Draco. "I wonder if Sirius will find him or not?"
"Who's to know except the two of them?" Draco replied kissed Harry's forehead.
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James looked up from the book he was reading out on the porch. It had been a lovely day, the sun shining brightly off the blue Pacific Ocean. The breeze was soft, and the Hawaiian surf was high. On the beach, a black dog played in the water, chasing it down, then running as the waves crashed and went up on the sand.
He stood up, trying to get a closer look at the dog, but he didn't need reminding. "Padfoot," he breathed and raced toward the beach. As he ran, his Animagus form took over and he became a great white stag.
The dog stopped when he saw the animal trotting towards him, then started at a breakneck speed. The two animals slammed together, then turned to their human counterparts and started hugging.
"You found me. I knew you would," James whispered in Sirius' ear. "You still want me, right?"
"How could I want anyone else, when I've lived my entire life for you?" He replied, nuzzling James' neck. "I love you."
That night, two pairs of lovers, in two beds, two countries, lay together in quiet contemplacement. The inconceivable belief that enemies could become lovers, or that the dead could rise again was pushed past the bars of fate and made very possible.
The two pairs of lovers, sighed. They were satisfied.