bEpilogue
With lyrics to : "Star Crossed" by River City High/b
Harry made his way, reluctantly and silently into his old guest room. The room where he shared countless nights with the man he loved. Before his best friend ever found about everything and anything that had happened between them.
Well, at least the man he thought he loved.
Painful memories rushed through Harry's mind as he looked around, visually exploring the room.
This is the one place where he really did not want to be.
bThere's a hurricane in my cup.
Just like the one in my chest.
Promised it wouldn't turn out like this.
I used to look up when I made a wish.
Promised that I wouldn't promise again./b
He cautiously walked more into the room. Floorboards creaking under him as he went. He still didn't understand why he came here, but something told him he had to go on.
And then something reflecting sunlight, on his old desk by the window, caught his eyes.
He approached the desk.
b
I don't care what they say.
Cause most of all they're right. I don't care.
You're halfway between everything I want, and everything I need.
/b
On the desk were three things: a folded piece of parchment, a photograph. .
And a small, thin deep red, translucent tube on a thin silver chain.
With a thick lock of blond hair inside of it.
Harry picked up the photograph first; it was a picture of him and Draco at the Quidditch Game they went to a few weeks ago. Harry was beaming and Draco was practically glowing.
Well, Harry hasn't been that happy in a long time. He picked up the folded piece of parchment and opened it.
Something to remember me by.
-You Know Who.
b
Today I lost faith in your star struck eyes.
A shooting star in someone else's sky.
For better or worse I thought we could try.
But now I lost faith in our star crossed lives.
/b
Harry really wasn't sure of what he was going to do with this. After all that happened, Draco was still willing to give up everything.
Everything to Harry.
And he would never get it in return. Not if Harry had something to do with it.
Harry picked up the chain and looked at the pendent carefully. This was definitely Draco's hair and the cylinder definitely smelt like Draco.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; he was going to destroy this thing. He looked around the room for the only thing he knew that could break the pendent. He finally spotted the large solid gold paper weight that Draco had given him only weeks before.
It ends here.
Harry picked up the heavy paper weight, placed the tube on his desk and with all the force he could gather, struck the tube and the thing shattered. There now was a mess of red liquid and hair on his desk. But the spell Draco had put on himself was broken.
b
You could fight back.
We could take back everything we said.
If I hold out without doubt there'd be one more star struck night.
Fight back, take back.
Hold out, without doubt.
I'd fight back, I'd take back for one more star struck night with you
/b
Harry didn't bother cleaning the mess up. He pocketed the picture of him and Draco. Because the truth is that Draco isn't there.
And he won't be coming back.
Ever.
b
I don't care what they say.
Cause most of all they're right. I don't care.
You're halfway between everything I want, and everything I need.
With lyrics to : "Star Crossed" by River City High/b
Harry made his way, reluctantly and silently into his old guest room. The room where he shared countless nights with the man he loved. Before his best friend ever found about everything and anything that had happened between them.
Well, at least the man he thought he loved.
Painful memories rushed through Harry's mind as he looked around, visually exploring the room.
This is the one place where he really did not want to be.
bThere's a hurricane in my cup.
Just like the one in my chest.
Promised it wouldn't turn out like this.
I used to look up when I made a wish.
Promised that I wouldn't promise again./b
He cautiously walked more into the room. Floorboards creaking under him as he went. He still didn't understand why he came here, but something told him he had to go on.
And then something reflecting sunlight, on his old desk by the window, caught his eyes.
He approached the desk.
b
I don't care what they say.
Cause most of all they're right. I don't care.
You're halfway between everything I want, and everything I need.
/b
On the desk were three things: a folded piece of parchment, a photograph. .
And a small, thin deep red, translucent tube on a thin silver chain.
With a thick lock of blond hair inside of it.
Harry picked up the photograph first; it was a picture of him and Draco at the Quidditch Game they went to a few weeks ago. Harry was beaming and Draco was practically glowing.
Well, Harry hasn't been that happy in a long time. He picked up the folded piece of parchment and opened it.
Something to remember me by.
-You Know Who.
b
Today I lost faith in your star struck eyes.
A shooting star in someone else's sky.
For better or worse I thought we could try.
But now I lost faith in our star crossed lives.
/b
Harry really wasn't sure of what he was going to do with this. After all that happened, Draco was still willing to give up everything.
Everything to Harry.
And he would never get it in return. Not if Harry had something to do with it.
Harry picked up the chain and looked at the pendent carefully. This was definitely Draco's hair and the cylinder definitely smelt like Draco.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; he was going to destroy this thing. He looked around the room for the only thing he knew that could break the pendent. He finally spotted the large solid gold paper weight that Draco had given him only weeks before.
It ends here.
Harry picked up the heavy paper weight, placed the tube on his desk and with all the force he could gather, struck the tube and the thing shattered. There now was a mess of red liquid and hair on his desk. But the spell Draco had put on himself was broken.
b
You could fight back.
We could take back everything we said.
If I hold out without doubt there'd be one more star struck night.
Fight back, take back.
Hold out, without doubt.
I'd fight back, I'd take back for one more star struck night with you
/b
Harry didn't bother cleaning the mess up. He pocketed the picture of him and Draco. Because the truth is that Draco isn't there.
And he won't be coming back.
Ever.
b
I don't care what they say.
Cause most of all they're right. I don't care.
You're halfway between everything I want, and everything I need.