Chapter Twenty-six: The Song will be over and so will you and me. The Song.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own the song "The
Singer" by Jump Little Children. again it fit so well.This is not the
end. I'm not done yet. Please come again.

Harry and Draco sat in the Gryffindor common room. Gryffindor had been only house to accept them without complain and that suited the couple perfectly. Rekka, Fred, and George were having a snog-fest on one of the couches while Ron, Hermione, and Raven were mirrored this on the other side of the room. Harry and Draco were curled up together on a large chair before the fire. Neville Longbottom was curled up in a corner near where Harry and Draco sat. No one else was in the common room because it was so late. Draco stared blankly into the fire, lost in the flames, while Harry held him close. The blonde boy was once again in that night stormy night where he had killed his father, and Professor Raistlin and Krista had disappeared. No one had ventured near their rooms once it was found out they were gone. The smell of roses and death lingered in the room, strangling the breath from any that tried to enter unless they were the single house elf that had served Raistlin. Now Draco saw again and again those gray eyes, glazed over with death, staring up at him. They had haunted his sleep, causing him to be unable to sleep anywhere but in Harry's arms fore only there did the dreams cease for a time. Finally, Neville stood up, drawing only two of the pairs of eyes in the room to him, a green pair and a gray one. He began to sing softly, neither knowing what he said, but bother longing for him to never stop. However when he did, Draco began to whisper, "The singer steps forward. He's not a tour-sung hero. He's not the embodiment of a soul brother. The unassuming troubadour sings to himself softly and not a word escapes his lips. They don't even try. His words would rather stay with him as long as possible, but his melody is for me. and for you."

As the last word fell from Draco's lips like a scattering of rain from a tree branch on the wind, the window was thrown open sending a freezing blast of wintry air washing over everyone in the room. The snogging parties finally looked up. "Blacktooth, this had better be important." Rekka cried. "Oh, it is." Chattered the huge albino squirrel that had entered through the window. He was quickly followed by two dozen more creatures like himself. "We have found a new Dark Lady, Ms. Doyle. One who already has taken the Ex-Lord Voldemort's place, and plans to give us the ability to use magic." Starbuck's eyes flared. "We won't be your slave." His machete whistled as it spiraled through the air, and Rekka's head rolled to the floor, her long hair being bathed in her own blood. The twins fell next for they tried to fight the squirrels after Rekka had died. Following them where Ron, Hermione, and Raven whom had tried to alert the rest of the house to the squirrels. However, Harry, Draco, and Neville did nothing to help or hinder the squirrels. "We can't kill them, sir. They've done nothing." "Take them to the new Dark Lady, Black Snape." Came the command with Talon's new last name swapped to sound more formidable. The three boys were led away quietly without fight, and were taken to the self-same place Severus and Remus had been taken. As they walked to a place where they could be transported, Harry spoke to music only and Draco could hear. "It's a memory of mine that I'm watching for a moment. I'm distracted just a bit by something less important. I'm here for the part of the day that I crave. I have caffeine in my system makes me feel brave. The chill in the air is exactly what I want and with the sun on my face and my eyes tightly shut. It's important for me to remember these things. It's important for me to remember these things. I'm pretending we're in Prague picking sodas by the square, and the clock brought the masses to the ceremony there. Every hour little puppet spun around the clock face; each figure represents one of the human race. And somehow we were always on time for the show. We'd arrive to the chaos of the people right below those large chiming bells that had a song to sing. It's important for me to remember these things."

The boys found themselves standing in the hall just as Bellatrix fell and Sirius promised never to leave Talon's side. They arrived just as the new Dark Lady, Talon Black Snape, got her first follower. She turned to the group now standing before her. "So, is she dead, Chief Blacktooth?" "Yes, milady." Chattered the squirrel his black teeth no more than a blur. "These three did nothing, neither help nor hinder. We felt you might have need of them." "Indeed." Talon thought over this a moment. She did need followers now that she had killed the last of Voldemort's niche. Her eyes rested on each boy in turn. "Which of you will come with me? Which of you will serve me until death? Which of you will kill innocents and murder? Which of you will join with the new Dark Lord?" She asked, slowly spelling out what she wanted to know. For the first time in his life Neville wasn't afraid. "I will." He said, his voice clear and strong. Talon smiled with a vicious light. "I will serve you lady. I will serve the Dark Lady." Neville came to kneel before her feet. "Good, good." She whispered. "Arise with my blessing." Neville did as he was told came stood on the other side of her, her left side, while Sirius stood on her right. She turned her eyes to Harry and Draco questioningly. Instead of answering directly, Draco turned to Harry. "I prefer to be along when you're not around. Sometimes when I speak, I can't stand the sound of the voice, this great big destructive machine that takes too much time to say what it means. They tell me that my father is sick once again with the plague that has decimated many old men. I settle once more into the long sad dread that reminds me that all loved ones soon will be dead. This is why I spend so much time making love to you. In your arms I was searching for things that were true. This is why I spend so much time making love to you. In your arms I was searching for things that were true. Absinthe and sex, black garters, cheap wine, a hotel in Prague, a moment in time. We were hungry and scary and so much in love. We laugh with each other as we push and we shove." Talon smiled, she knew what Draco meant to do. "And the singer keeps singing and the singer keeps singing and the singer keeps singing. Keep singing singer." She whispered urging him on.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the ground while Draco watched him hopefully. "That was the first time I really caught your eye in the small Italian shop with the coffee that you like. And when our eyes met I couldn't look away. My mouth opened to speak, but there wasn't much to say. I was frozen, transfixed, by the way that you looked, how you grabbed me and pulled me into a small nook, where we kissed like we had never tasted lips before and I still wanted more. I still want more. I'm frightened of what these words might bring, but it's important for me to remember these things. I'm frightened of what these words might bring, but it's important for me to remember these things." Harry's voice started out soft but gained in strength. He looked up at Draco as the blonde boy spoke again. "The singer steps forward. He's not a tour-sung hero. He's not the embodiment of a soul brother. The unassuming troubadour sings to himself softly and not a word escapes his lips. They don't even try. His words would rather stay with him as long as possible, but his melody is for me. and for you. You're too far away for this to make sense. I feel in my heart every mile of distance. I don't want him to stop because I know what that means. The song will be over and so will you and me. The song will be over and so will you and me. The song. I will serve you Lady Black Snape. My family was meant to serve the current Dark Lord, and I will serve you as the Malfoy's have served for a hundred generations." Talon's grin became almost vicious in it smooth beauty. "Wonderful. I was hoping you might see the light. or more darkness." A quite smile placated Harry's lips. "I cannot serve you, Dark Lady. You'll only perpetuate the senseless killings that claimed my family. You will fall even as Voldemort did. Every empire that rises will fall into ruin." Talon nodded the smile still on her lips. "Draco kill him." Emotionless, Draco raised his wand. Harry stared directly into his eyes. "The song will be over and so will you and me. The Song will be over and so will you and me. The song." "Avada Kedavra." The song was over.

AN: This however is the end. Stay tuned for a special surprise alternative ending. this alternative ending is a happy comedy that I wrote a long time ago. it is assuming that Harry and Draco didn't let themselves be known. Also that Talon didn't become the new Dark Lord. you'll see why..

Last Chapter: The Madness Escalates.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter anything. I don't own Dragon
Lance anything. Aren't we all getting a little tired of this
repetition? I know I am, that is why this is the last chapter. The end
of this chapter is based on a joke by the stand-up comedian, Louis
Black (I hope I spelled his name correctly). It is the whole Starbucks
thing minus the squirrel. So Yeah. Also for one of the very random
lines credit to Bill. Love you and thanks for letting me use your
reaction to Draco's Dream from Chapter Five. Also credit of the
squirrels to Maryssa/Rekka. Also also credit for Raven's lines near
the end to Robin/Raven, of course! I think and hope that is it. so
yes, I actually wrote this chapter right after chapter five. Hehe. Fun
fun.

The year was finally ending. Harry felt profound sadness over this very fact. Not only would have to go to back to the Dursley's for the summer, but he wouldn't see Draco again until school started again. He didn't mind the Dursley's that much, but not seeing Draco for more than a day ripped his heart from his chest. Little did Harry know, but that his secret lover was thinking the same things. I can't leave him with those muggles all summer. I cannot do that to Harry, but my father would never let him stay with us. He would never let me even see Harry in my life, if he had his way about things. The blonde haired Slytherin shook his head with indecision as all the houses took their seats. He didn't want to be away from Harry all summer, but how could he see him? Draco banished these thoughts as Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet. "Another year has simply flown by us." He clasped his hand before him. "I deeply regret its passing, but am sure you are all looking forward to a fun-filled summer before returning again to these halls. For those seventh years, which are not returning, we bid you farewell and a prosperous ends. Perhaps a few of you will return as new guardian recruits. Well, with that, let us begin our end of year festivities. This year we have a tie for the house cup. A tie between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Thus we turn to the Quidditch Cup, and thus the winner is Gryffindor by twenty points." The Headmaster clapped his hands and the proper décor appeared about the Great Hall. All too soon for the two lovers, the feast was near over. Students were pushing their plates of desert away.

Suddenly Draco leapt from his seat and made his way toward the main doors. Harry was quick to follow, thinking he meant to leave without a goodbye tumble. The two met just before the door. The two just stood there for several moments. All eyes turned to them, thinking perhaps that a fight would ensue. Suddenly neither could take the secrecy any longer. Neither could take the hiding of their love. Harry started to discretely reach his hand to Draco. The gray eyes gazed from the hand to the emerald green pair before them. He took a step closer to the Boy-Who-Lived. The whole hall gasped in unison. Everyone seemed to know that a fight was about to happen, but this gasp of anticipation was followed by a thick blanket of astonished silence as Harry and Draco embraced each other. Soon everyone knew that they weren't only embracing. The two boys were oblivious to all about them as their lips clasped together. Passion drove them almost beyond public decency, as Harry pinned Draco to the wall beside the doors. Draco wrapped his legs around his lover's waist much to the shock and horror of the students and teachers. Dumbledore seemed to be the only person unaffected by this immodest display of lustful passion. As the two ex-enemies continued to cling to each other, a thin, shrilly-piping voice rose from the midst of the Ravenclaw table. Everyone in the hall distinctly heard the words. "It's like a train wreck. You just cannot look away, or stop laughing.", accompanied by a chuckle. After this statement cleared the air, Rekka stood up from the Gryffindor table and blew a shrill whistle. Fred and George grabbed her rather improperly and forced her onto the table. Each one was taking turns shaving her ungodly long hair, and having the most wrong and thrilling time doing it (left free for personal interpretation), when total chaos came to the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

Through the window, in response to the shrill whistle from Rekka, came a flood of the four-foot tall Ravenous Machete-Wielding Flying Albino Vampyre Squirrels of the North. The Remwefavson tribe, led by their infamous chieftain, Star Buck Blacktooth, began to decimate the terrified students. Convinced that Hermione and her mass-armada of spells wasn't enough to protect his dear Raven, Ron leapt between Star Buck himself and his transfer student. In doing this he had shoved Hermione onto the waiting machete of the nearest four-foot tall flying squirrel, which chattered its foam-flecked teeth in delight of blood and gore. Ron fell to the first vicious swipe of Star Buck Blacktooth's enormous machete. Raven screamed as Star Buck hurled his machete at her, logging it deep within her chest, killing her. As all the students and adults with the distinct exceptions of Rekka, Fred, George, Harry, and Draco were being killed off by the Remwefavson tribe, Raistlin grabbed Krista around the waist and dragged her into a dimensional portal. In the next instant, the two were save and sound in Raistlin's private study at the top of the Tower of High Sorcery of Palanthas. Their intimacy wasn't even paused when Raistlin's old apprentice Dalamar walked in to see what all the sudden noise was about. Needless to say, the dark elf ran from the room faster than if it had been the gates of hell he had faced instead of the two lovers.

Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, only three students were still standing, Rekka, Fred, and George. "Well done, Star Buck Blacktooth. This will be our headquarters from now on in our conquest of the world." Star Buck grinned a toothy and very black smile. Suddenly Raven stood up. "Is this it? Was that the end? Am I still dead? Can I go home now? Hey. what is that squirrel doing?" Star Buck stepped toward her to finish her off, again, but was randomly teleported to a desolate and deserted street in the middle of Houston, Texas. He saw two buildings ahead of him. Slowly he walked toward them, and stepped onto the threshold between the two whitewashed constructions. First he nervously looked to his left, his teeth chattering in horror and disgust as he sees a Starbucks. Then very slowly, he turns to his right, thinking he'll see a Denny's or perhaps an Arby's. Now with sweat dripping down his forehead, and his teeth chattering even louder, he looks. And there is . a Starbucks! Suddenly the universe vanishes in a puff of white smoke. POOF. Meanwhile, Harry and Draco still cling tightly to each other, oblivious to the fact that the whole universe, including them, was now nothing more than a puff of white smoke.

AN: It's over!!! MUAHAHAHA!!! I'M FREE! *shrieks* It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over. *runs out of her cave for the first time in months and is shot* Nope George, that ain't no bear. just come crazy hermit.