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Forgiveness

                Harry Potter stood by the gravestone of the one man he had thought he hated so long ago, tears freely slipping down his pale face. Harry had stopped fighting them away ages before. He couldn't take this much longer; the pain, the silence, the loneliness.

                Slowly, he broke down and began to weep openly, falling to the ground. He was clueless to the fact that two of his friends were hiding behind Hagrid's shed only a few meters away.

"Hermione! What are we to do? It's not like as if we can raise the dead!" Ron said angrily, frowning at her.

"Ooooh I knooooow!" she moaned, biting her nails and tapping her foot. Her eyes were puffy, red and swollen, fighting away the pain it caused her to see Harry like this.

"This is simply dreadful! I hate seeing Harry like this, he's so miserable. He has never been so… so… gloomy before. Not even after the Third Task in Fourth Year…"

Harry wasn't only lonely, but he was lost. Forgotten in the world, and without his lover. It was heartbreaking to even think about Draco.

Draco. He hadn't said his name since the week before when he…. Passed away.

Draco was his life, his soul, and very essence. He was the only thing that kept Harry's life in order. 'If only…' Harry thought mournfully. Then he became angry with himself.

'If only! Right! If only everything in my bloody life hadn't happened. If only Draco and I hadn't fallen in love... Damn it... I can't say this needed to happen, but crap! I can't even say that it shouldn't have. I'm so damn confused…. Draco wanted this, but I won't deny that it hurts. That's like denying I ever had any emotions for him…. This is so hard!' Harry's head was lying on the ground as he slowly picked himself up.

Harry couldn't help feel that this was somehow his fault. Or even Draco's. In a way it was Draco's, but Draco had a point. If he didn't do this painlessly now, then the Dark Lord would do it for him later on. After the seemingly endless torture that is.

Harry was still looking, and hoping to find the one thing he needed most, and needed to give away most of all. Forgiveness. He needed to be forgiven, for letting Madam Pomfrey leave Draco to die peacefully. And he needed to forgive his love. Harry had an anger, urging to be let loose, to hate Draco for leaving him like this, for being weak, for dying.

But Harry couldn't bring himself to do this. He would love Draco forever, as he had written, through life and death. Yet he couldn't forgive him.

But he could at least hate himself. And he would. Forever.

Harry clutched the letter still, and noticed the tear stains that marked it. Slowly and gracefully, Harry placed a small, yet elegant deep red rose onto Draco's grave.

A small whirlwind swirled around Harry, but he looked as though he hadn't noticed it. It spun quickly around him, a soft, light blue, almost a periwinkle color, mist.

Hermione and Ron gasped from their hiding place. But for completely different reasons.

"What the hell? What the bloody hell is going on?! Ron! What is going on?" Hermione panicked.

"Shhh.. Hermione…. It's all right Hermione…." Ron said, voice sounding constricted. "This is just so…."

"WHAT is it?" Hermione whispered urgently.

"Hermione… Draco is speaking to Harry. When two wizards or witches are deeply in love, and one dies, the deceased gets to say their final farewells to their love…. But it must be their true love- destined love. Don't you see?" he finished with a slight tear. "They really did love each other. More than any of us could ever realize anyway…"

"That is so sweet…." Hermione spoke in a hushed voice. Ron nodded.

"Harry, remember me… And don't be sad Harry, I can wait you know. Please, please don't be mad Harry. It was cowardly of me, I know. But as I was slipping away, I realized that all I could think about was you. Do me this favor Harry, when you see your breath catch in the air baby, please think of me, because I'll think of you. I'll never ever stop thinking of you while I'm… here. Ever. Even if you live to be a thousand; every moment, I'll follow you, and I'll wait. Please wait for me… Harry, remember; and learn to forgive. That's all I ask. And thank you, thank you for letting me die like that."

"What was it like Draco? Dying I mean… Was it wonderful? Terrible? Draco, please…"

"Baby, dying was cold. It was so cold by myself. I couldn't find you, and I felt alone. Alone and lost. Everything was dragging me away from you it hurt. It hurt so bad. I almost lost hope. Then that was when I saw it. The light was there, shining, and I'm here now. Wherever I am. It's not Heaven, I don't think there even is a heaven, at least not for wizards. Maybe it's a muggle thing. But it is sweet. And Harry, your mum wanted me to say hello to you for her,"

Harry gasped, tears falling faster.

"I love you baby, I'm slipping, sorry. Good-bye." Draco's voice, the wind, whispered out that last word, and the wind was gone. Draco always was the eloquent one. Always so articulate.

And Harry knew that he could wait. And that he needed to forgive Draco. And himself if he wanted the pain to lessen. He knew it would never fully go away, but it could lessen.

At that moment, he felt a large weight lifted from his heart. He had forgiven himself, and more importantly, Draco.

Hermione and Ron silently slipped back up to the castle, knowing that Harry would be okay, that look on his face told them everything.

Harry took one last glimpse at Draco's grave before he stepped back into the shadows and tried to regain what one would call his life.

Draco Malfoy

1980-1996

A True Slytherin

Friend and Lover Alike

Always

Okay, not as good as Dragon Breath, but I'd say it's nice. Besides, it's my first angst story. The next one is going to be called Vengeance. Probably out tomorrow. I bet you can guess what it's about. And please review. I thought the Draco speaking to Harry was a nice touch, especially the Lily part.