Title: My Enemy

Epilogue

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"You may think you know exactly how your life's going to be. Your path may be set out for you, your choices made.

But you can never really know. For, you have no choice as to whom you love.

Some people may think reputation and the respect of others is the most important thing in the world, and others may think friends and family is the most important thing in the world. I, on the other hand, do not agree with either of them. I? I believe love is the most important thing in the world.

Because love is what changed my life forever.

Several people believed that I, Draco Malfoy, would follow the perfect footsteps of my father. Needless to say, they were extremely surprised when I was declared alive and fighting for the light. There were rumours that were so insane, they suggested Dumbledore actually brought me back from the dead and brainwashed me. Really, when people see something unusual to their eyes they come to the most deranged conclusions.

Like, for instance, when Blaise Zabini decided to fight against Voldemort. It was a shock to everyone and most believed Blaise had gone crazy after his fathers death, which was only weeks before.

It was sad, however, that Blaise had been burned with the most hideous mark ever. The Dark Mark. Only months before, actually. He died because of the severe burning Voldemort caused him. I still remember his bravery, how he hissed with pain but still slashed at evil. He, in my heart, is a hero.

Another hero in the war was Severus Snape, my godfather. He, as we speak, is in St. Mungos, with serious injuries. It's possible that he will never wake again... But do not shed tears, for he had given his life up with the most courageous act of bravery I had ever seen. He saved Harry, out of the goodness of his heart. He took hundreds of spells for him. Not because Harry was the saviour of the wizard world, but because Harry was...Harry. I remember him for this and am extremely grateful.

There are other things I am grateful for. For example, Harry is perfectly well. He graduated last year like all of us but is not an Auror. After the war, he had decided he had enough criminal duty. It was too much for him. Instead he wrote a fantastic book. One that detailed his life...and of course it skyrocketed in the markets, because I mean, who wouldn't want to hear about the adventures of Harry Potter? He has had one of the most eventful lives anyone could have ever experienced and I have made it my duty to help him relax, enjoy the now peaceful life he lives.

Defeating Voldemort was quite exhausting as you could imagine. Harry had planned a surprise attack. It was amazing how much courage he had, how much bravery. Even his skills, which I used to torment him for, were put to good use. He had mastered detecting magic and it was an extreme part of his plan. He had actually detected Voldemort's hideout. It was magnificent, how powerful he was. The most amazing part of his plan was when he tampered into Voldemort's source of magic and stopped it. He used all his strength to turn his magic off.

Almost instantly after he did it, Voldemort died. It was obvious he wasn't living on life, he was living on Dark, cruel magic.

Dark magic was something Harry had to learn. I was in utter dismay of this particular skill he had to master, but understood all the same. But, like the pure good-hearted innocent boy he is, he did not get addicted to the hypnotic urges. Instead, he only used it when he had too.

The only time he had ever, in his whole entire life, used any source of Dark Magic, was on Pansy Parkinson. He had hit her with crucio and had not relieved her of the pain until she was sobbing on her hands and feet, her face twisted, revealing horrible, severe pain. He then let it go and spat at her, telling her she was the lowest, most pitiful person he had ever come across. I had to agree.

Voldemort soon killed her after, for her weakness.

As for weaknesses? Harry has only one. That weakness is this insane idea that everyone wants to leave him. I have had to help him cope with the deaths of some of his friends, but to me it is no burden. To me, it's helping the most important person in my life live through tragedies that should never have had to happen.

Like, for example, Dean Thomas. He had died a very painful death. He was inches away from escaping the war, inches. It was one of the last days and it was tragic to see him go. A deatheater from behind stabbed him in the back with a dagger. No one saw it coming.

This was the most heartbreaking, considering Dean was so close to escaping. I even find myself regretting it. I was so nearby, if only I had stopped that Deatheater. And once again, Harry blames himself as well, even though he was practically on the other side of the country. We don't bring it up much...

Another thing we don't bring up much is Harry's ability for wandless magic. He has only done it a total of three times in his life. He never mastered it at all and it made him feel weak. He was really looking forward to the surprise attacks he could cast on Voldemort.

The first time he had ever used wandless magic was on his Aunt Marge. He had blown her up, or so I've heard. This was when he was painfully angry.

Another time was the disappointing time he was thirsty. Extremely thirsty, as we were in Egypt with bill, looking for lost scripts about sacred spells that were unbelievably strong. Our water skins were empty and Harry had conjured a water bottle. It was useless really and Harry was angry for weeks after that.

Before that though, was probably the most important one of all. A few years back, two I think, Harry broke hundreds of wards Dumbledore put up to help me in hiding. It was probably the only time he will let me speak of his wonderful ability. It brings back many good memories.

As for other memories? Harry keeps them in a large room beside our living area. There is a large photo album of his parents, one that he is sure to look through every week. Next to that is a large portrait of Remus and Sirius. This one Harry is usually found weeping next too. Every time Harry cries, I find my heart drowning in his tears. There's nothing I can do, though, other then offer him a shoulder to cry on and comforting words.

Another is a large picture, his favourite of himself, Ron and Hermione, at their first year at Hogwarts. This one hangs right beside the one of Ron and Hermione's wedding. He had proposed to her in seventh year. Quite sweet, actually.

The last one? That one is of Harry and I. It's a painting I did of us, my favourite. I was flattered when he asked me to hang it in his precious room. It hangs in the middle of them all, showing that we have survived. We have survived the nightmares and are now in peaceful slumbers.

Harry and I plan to start a family, but as for now we're just simply enjoying each other's company. Enjoying each others love.

It's hard to believe Harry could have ever been My Enemy"

And with that, Draco finished the last page in his black, leather journal, tucked it under his bed and fell into a deep sleep with his life-long companion, Harry Potter.