Epilogue
"Take all that you're seeing and opposite that; truth Is that I'm the one
dead." - Insane Clown Posse
Dumbledore sat at his big desk, in the poorly lighted office, with walls and walls of shelves full of potions, gidgets, gadgets, and The Sorting Hat. Draco sat in a smalled chair, placed directly infront of Dumbledore's desk. He was still gripped the Sword of Gryffindor.
"Tell me Draco, what are you feeling?", Dumbledore asked.
"Hell. I lost him, sir- I mean.. I-I loved Harry Potter, and I can't hide it anymore, Voldemort killed him! He's gone." Draco sobbed. "But there's a few things I don't understand. Where did that mirror come from? And how did I end up with this sword?"
"The Mirror of Erised was there to somewhat distract Voldemort. You and Harry didn't notice, but he practially spent the whole time staring at himself in it. As for the sword, like I told Harry when he defeated Voldemort and the basilisk the first time- It takes a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat." Draco looked down, sure enough, he saw it on the handle: Godric Gryffindor.
"I'm a Slytherin. Not a Gryffindor."
"It doesn't matter. You and Harry were fighting on the same side for once. Harry decieded to send you some help."
He saved my life..
"I know about the day on the Quidditch field, where you saved Harry and yourself from the fall. One good turn deserves another, don't you agree?"
Draco sighed, and somewhat nodded. Happy to be alive, but torn apart to have lost Harry Potter. He wanted to die, but this didn't feel like an option. Harry had died trying to keep Draco alive.
Dumbledore's eyes widened. He felt sorry for this Slytherin. He went over to his shelves. He picked out vials, and bottles and tubes of various contents. He placed them on his desk and reached for his cauldron. He mixed the ingredients together and whispered an incantation. Draco watched in awe as a crimson cloud began to emerge from the cauldron.
"Not yet, he's not. Draco, you'll have Harry back for only five minutes. I'll leave you alone." Dumbledore left his office, closing the door behind him. Draco turned around to see Harry, standing behind him.
"Harry!!" Draco ran over to take him in his arms. He couldn't though, it was only Harry's spirit. His arms ran right through him.
"Draco, I'm so proud of you. You defeated Voldemort all on your own." Harry said.
"I had some help from you, Potter." Draco said with a smile. They both laughed, finishing the laugh off with a sigh. "Oh, don't go Harry!" Harry lowered his head and took hold of Draco's hands, surprising him, since he couldn't touch him before.
"I have to. I'm sorry." Harry became teary. "I want to be alive again, Draco! I want to be with you." Draco was crying now, too. "I love you, Draco." Harry whispered. He leaned over and kissed Draco on the lips tenderly. Malfoy closed his eyes, and tried to savor the last kiss Harry and him would ever have. The thought of life without Harry was unbearable. All his time at Hogwarts was spent thinking about him, without Harry he didn't belong here.
There was a knock at the door. Dumbledore had returned.
"Hello, Harry. It's time to go now." Dumbledore told him.
"Nooo!" cried Malfoy, sobbing heavily, "Please Professor, surely there's something you can do!"
Harry's spirit was quickly fading.
"There is one thing. I can kill you. Your spirits would be together, and you could share eternity." Dumbledore said reluctantly.
"I would, but then Harry's life would be in vain."
"I can mix up a potion, that would kill you, and let the two of you share eternity together. Hm. I wonder.." Dumbledore mused. "I could even make you ghosts of Hogwarts. Then you'd only be half dead, the both of you."
Draco thought long and hard. He didn't care if he was dead or alive, as long as he had Harry. Who looked like he felt the same way. He finally nodded, and Dumbledore brewed up another potion.
"Thank you, Professor, I shall never forget this." Draco said as Dumbledore handed the him the potion. Draco drank it all, and fell to his knees. Finally, he keeled over and had died. Dumbledore watched as Draco's translucent spirit rose from his corpse. He walked over to Harry and took him by the hand. Dumbledore saw a translucent door appear, and looked on as Harry and Draco walked over to it.
They both paused and looked at Dumbledore. Smiling, they waved 'thank you' and goodbye to Dumbledore, who had tears streaming down his face, catching in his long white beard.
Harry and Draco took a deep breath. Hands held tightly, Harry whispered, "aloha mora." and the door opened. They took one last look at Dumbledore and the magical world within Hogwarts and looked at each other's smiling faces. They took the steps through the door. They were together.
*** The Sorting Hat looked at Dumbledore.
"Do you think that was wise?", it asked him. "Harry died in vain now."
"I know, but it honestly doesn't matter. Nothing is when you're in love. It doesn't matter what I think at all," Dumbledore said, "it only matters that they're together, and happy. All you need in life is love, and that has all the magic you'll ever need."
*The End*
Dumbledore sat at his big desk, in the poorly lighted office, with walls and walls of shelves full of potions, gidgets, gadgets, and The Sorting Hat. Draco sat in a smalled chair, placed directly infront of Dumbledore's desk. He was still gripped the Sword of Gryffindor.
"Tell me Draco, what are you feeling?", Dumbledore asked.
"Hell. I lost him, sir- I mean.. I-I loved Harry Potter, and I can't hide it anymore, Voldemort killed him! He's gone." Draco sobbed. "But there's a few things I don't understand. Where did that mirror come from? And how did I end up with this sword?"
"The Mirror of Erised was there to somewhat distract Voldemort. You and Harry didn't notice, but he practially spent the whole time staring at himself in it. As for the sword, like I told Harry when he defeated Voldemort and the basilisk the first time- It takes a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat." Draco looked down, sure enough, he saw it on the handle: Godric Gryffindor.
"I'm a Slytherin. Not a Gryffindor."
"It doesn't matter. You and Harry were fighting on the same side for once. Harry decieded to send you some help."
He saved my life..
"I know about the day on the Quidditch field, where you saved Harry and yourself from the fall. One good turn deserves another, don't you agree?"
Draco sighed, and somewhat nodded. Happy to be alive, but torn apart to have lost Harry Potter. He wanted to die, but this didn't feel like an option. Harry had died trying to keep Draco alive.
Dumbledore's eyes widened. He felt sorry for this Slytherin. He went over to his shelves. He picked out vials, and bottles and tubes of various contents. He placed them on his desk and reached for his cauldron. He mixed the ingredients together and whispered an incantation. Draco watched in awe as a crimson cloud began to emerge from the cauldron.
"Not yet, he's not. Draco, you'll have Harry back for only five minutes. I'll leave you alone." Dumbledore left his office, closing the door behind him. Draco turned around to see Harry, standing behind him.
"Harry!!" Draco ran over to take him in his arms. He couldn't though, it was only Harry's spirit. His arms ran right through him.
"Draco, I'm so proud of you. You defeated Voldemort all on your own." Harry said.
"I had some help from you, Potter." Draco said with a smile. They both laughed, finishing the laugh off with a sigh. "Oh, don't go Harry!" Harry lowered his head and took hold of Draco's hands, surprising him, since he couldn't touch him before.
"I have to. I'm sorry." Harry became teary. "I want to be alive again, Draco! I want to be with you." Draco was crying now, too. "I love you, Draco." Harry whispered. He leaned over and kissed Draco on the lips tenderly. Malfoy closed his eyes, and tried to savor the last kiss Harry and him would ever have. The thought of life without Harry was unbearable. All his time at Hogwarts was spent thinking about him, without Harry he didn't belong here.
There was a knock at the door. Dumbledore had returned.
"Hello, Harry. It's time to go now." Dumbledore told him.
"Nooo!" cried Malfoy, sobbing heavily, "Please Professor, surely there's something you can do!"
Harry's spirit was quickly fading.
"There is one thing. I can kill you. Your spirits would be together, and you could share eternity." Dumbledore said reluctantly.
"I would, but then Harry's life would be in vain."
"I can mix up a potion, that would kill you, and let the two of you share eternity together. Hm. I wonder.." Dumbledore mused. "I could even make you ghosts of Hogwarts. Then you'd only be half dead, the both of you."
Draco thought long and hard. He didn't care if he was dead or alive, as long as he had Harry. Who looked like he felt the same way. He finally nodded, and Dumbledore brewed up another potion.
"Thank you, Professor, I shall never forget this." Draco said as Dumbledore handed the him the potion. Draco drank it all, and fell to his knees. Finally, he keeled over and had died. Dumbledore watched as Draco's translucent spirit rose from his corpse. He walked over to Harry and took him by the hand. Dumbledore saw a translucent door appear, and looked on as Harry and Draco walked over to it.
They both paused and looked at Dumbledore. Smiling, they waved 'thank you' and goodbye to Dumbledore, who had tears streaming down his face, catching in his long white beard.
Harry and Draco took a deep breath. Hands held tightly, Harry whispered, "aloha mora." and the door opened. They took one last look at Dumbledore and the magical world within Hogwarts and looked at each other's smiling faces. They took the steps through the door. They were together.
*** The Sorting Hat looked at Dumbledore.
"Do you think that was wise?", it asked him. "Harry died in vain now."
"I know, but it honestly doesn't matter. Nothing is when you're in love. It doesn't matter what I think at all," Dumbledore said, "it only matters that they're together, and happy. All you need in life is love, and that has all the magic you'll ever need."
*The End*