DISCLAIMER: It is my dream, but the characters written in this story are not my property but Jk Rowling's and WB's, so please don't sue me because I'm a poor little student only trying to have fun. Thanks.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS: H/D R/Herm G/N
A/N: Well people, this is it. The final chapter, The end of this story. As
you may know by now, I usually suggest listening to a song while reading the
chapter, and I've chosen Think about me by the Goo Goo Dolls this
time.
I have to thank you one last time for all your amazing reviews. Thanks. I appreciate your comments a lot, and I wouldn't be writing this last author note if you hadn't said what did you think about this. It has been a pleasure to write to you. I hope this ending will be worthy, but at least I think I did a good job. I won't get more sentimental now, because this is getting too mushy and I don't like being like that. Goodbye and until the next adventure.
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He couldn't help replaying those sad memories. Ron and Hermione had tried to cheer him up, but since that day he hadn't been the same. The Harry everybody knew and loved had turned into a lonely creature that only left the common room when he had to attend classes or prepare the DA meetings. He had even got used to eat in the kitchens with his friend Dobby.
Everything lost its meaning when he left. But it wasn't like that at first.
He hadn't given up easily, but all his attempts at rescuing Draco were useless. Lucius and his family had vanished after the Ball, and no one knew where he was hiding. They only knew he was with Lord Voldemort, and that they were planning something big for there hadn't been a calmest period in the Wizarding history.
They weren't wrong. A few months later came the first fierce attacks, and the most unexpected ones. The muggle population suffered the consequences of the war, because Voldemort's Death Eaters were constantly murdering innocent families that had nothing to do with magic. Dumbledore brought the Order's meetings back, but he was not the only one working against the dark forces.
Harry and the DA had been training very hard and had also been collaborating with the oldest Order of the Phoenix members. The raven-haired Gryffindor put all his might in use and each training session was harder than the other. But the Dark Lord's strength did not quiver.
But the day everyone had been expecting came, and Harry Potter and Voldemort were faced in a duel that would be remembered by both wizards and muggles. The young boy freed all his power, and even the old Hogwarts Headmaster couldn't believe it. What few knew, was that all that power came from the strong need of revenge. Harry needed to make Voldemort pay for separating him from Draco.
centerYou take a lot of chances with your feelings
No one really knows what you feel
Fixing is the only way you're dealin'
You turn your pretty head and think it's real/center
The battle lasted for more than two days, and a lot of great wizards died while fighting for freedom and for the side of light. Harry still felt guilty for all those deaths. He thought that it was his fault that so many people perished in the school grounds. Some of them were his schoolmates, others unknown to him and to the wizarding community, but they all mattered to him. They had been victims of a hateful wizard that only cared for himself.
centerOh, you
(you)
You take it so slowly
And your eyes look so lonely
But it's only when you think about me
Oh, yeah
When you think about me
Think about me/center
That's why he ran. He disappeared from the Infirmary and left everything behind. His friends, his past life, his magic.
And there he was now. Four years later and famous Harry Potter was working in a muggle coffee shop in the centre of London. Now he spent the day serving frappuccinos and Black coffees to nameless faces that only stayed as long they coffee was still steamy. He didn't have to bother about the press nor his friends' pitiful glances. He could be himself now, no worries, no pressure, only a normal life.
centerAnd I got ahead
Don't let me speak
And you got a secret I can't keep
You see a little stranger in your mirror
The guy you never knew is what you fear/center
That's what he had always wanted, but he was still feeling empty. He knew very well what was that thing he needed the most, but he had stopped thinking about him when he left from Hogwarts. He also missed Hermione and Ron, and the rest of his friends, but Draco was that he hadn't healed. He touched his forehead and caressed his lightning bold one, or the place where it had been. The death of Voldemort meant the disappearance of everything that he had created, including Harry's scar. Hermione had found that amusing, but he did not. He missed it, for it had been a part of him and also a remembrance of his parents. Of their sacrifice and love.
centerAnd all you want is something I can't be
All you want from me is what you need
And now I'm saying I don't know
You take it so slowly
And your eyes look so lonely
But it's only
(but it's only)/center
He picked the album he had hidden under his black apron and smiled sadly. His parents were waving happily at him, and Sirius was trying to pull a prank on Remus, who was running from a now transformed Padfoot.
**I wish you could be here now** thought Harry. That was his family, but they were all gone. Even Remus had lost his life saving him from Lestrange's spell.
"Ron, a tea to table 4 please" he hid the album quickly and prepared the request. He got used to be his new name very fast. He had obviously change it to prevent people from recognise him, but that was not the only change that had occurred in him. He had cut his hair very short and he'd dyed the now gelled ends blue. It looked pretty innovating in him and he also changed his clothing style as well. One of his current roommates and friend, Stella, had created his new image. Clad with dark blue jeans and a crimson shirt, he had finally found something he was comfortable with.
And well, the name choice had been very easy. He thought Ron would be surprised if he knew that his best friend was using his name as a muggle.
He served the tea to a very pretty lady who was sitting in a table at the corner. She was grading some papers and Harry assumed she should be a teacher. He tried some small talk he always use to make clients feel more comfortable, chit chat that was crucial according to the coffee shop owner, that wanted everyone happy.
"Better not drinking coffee when battling against exams, right?" asked Harry, while cleaning a nearby table. The place wasn't as full as usual, but it was still 10 am and people didn't come until midday.
"Yes, that's what I thought. But I was tempted to taste one of the famous frappaccinos" replied the woman with knitted eyebrows. It seemed that her work was more stressing that Harry had thought. He decided to return to the bar and read a book he had bought last week.
"Maybe next time" he said. And another client entered the café. He asked for some expensive African coffee. He was tempted to comment the not-in-the-slightest-cheap choice, but the man's voice seemed to know what he was asking for.
"It'll be ready in a minute, Sir. May you have it here?" Harry said while rummaging the cupboard that was under the coffee machine.
"Yes, please. Maybe then you can explain me what you've done since last time we met," said the man, whose eyes were glittering knowingly.
centerOh, you
(oh, you)
You take it so slowly
And it's only
(and it's only)
'bout me
When you think about me
Think about me
Oh, when you think about me
Oh, yeah
When you think about me
(oh, yeah)
Think about me
Yeah, when you think about me/center
Harry stopped what he was doing so fast that he knocked his head in the bar. He got up and rubbed the still sore spot, that voice sounded strangely familiar.
There was Draco Malfoy, and a very changed one too, that's why the Harry hadn't recognised him before. But the Malfoy essence was there, for Draco stood as proud and beautiful as ever.
**It seems that the war has treated him well** thought the black-haired boy.
"How… What..." Harry didn't know how to begin. He wanted to say so many things at the same time that he couldn't decide what to say first. He needed to know how he'd known he was here, or if it had been a coincidence, which he doubted. He wanted to know where had he been, what had Lucius had done to him and if he was all right now.
Draco saw all these questions in Harry's eyes, and he did what he had been dying to do since he first knew he loved him. He kissed him, and telling from Harry's reaction, he had done the right thing. When the intense moment ended, they both looked into each other eyes and they knew that everything had fallen into place. That it'll be all right.
"Shall we sit now and talk about this last five years?" Asked Draco Snottily as he grabbed Harry's hand and "forced" him to sit by his side.