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As Harry and Draco, now back to their original self, strolled along the lake at Draco's villa, Harry could not help but question Draco about how he derived the plan.

"My dear, dear Harry. You must think I'm daft or something," Draco rolled his eyes. Now that Voldemort has been defeated, and his father nursed back to health, Draco was gradually becoming the all demanding, domineering boy again. "Have you not read the histories in detail?"

"What do you mean?" Harry led them to sit at a bench overlooking the calm waters, only occasional ripples caused by one of the carps swimming near the surface of the water.

"Sethia killed Osiria. And, see, you were wearing Sethia's ring. Sethia killed Osiria but he did not really die, he took a spin to life after death and came back," Draco explained, "And I was wearing Osiria's ring. And remember when the accostrome said that beauty is only skin deep? It meant that all we had to do was to fool Voldemort into believing that you're dead, and then kill him."

"I see... I would never have thought of it that way," Harry smiled. It had been long since he last smiled truthfully. Now that his burden has been lifted, Harry had become a far happier boy. Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry, whose smile so wide Draco thought he was grinning.

"What are you grinning at?" Draco questioned playfully, leaning against the happy boy.

"Nothing. I'm just happy," Harry confessed. Putting his arms around Draco, the two sighed and wished that life could remain this way. Unfortunately, they would have to return to Hogwarts tomorrow, as well as be present at the press conference later in the evening. The news of Voldemort's fall had shocked the whole magical community; never had anyone expected that the son of the Dark Lord's own Deatheater.

"Give me a moment," Harry walked from the bench, leaving Draco bewildered. The Gryffindor soon returned, his hand clutching a few dandelions. Harry handed them to the Draco, who laughed.

"Big great Harry Potter is a sneaky thief, stealing flowers from MY house to give them to ME," Draco laughed, Harry sheepishly staring at him.

"No flowers are good enough for you, this is the best I cab do 'cos I thought it would have brushed off some of your beauty, them being flowers at your house," Harry replied, giving a sheepish grin.

"Sweet talker," Draco joked, evidently elated by the gift. The two cuddled together, and Draco took a photo of them together. He wanted the moment to last forever. Looking at the photo, Harry was reminded by his parents'; that one photo Hagrid had given to him at the end of year one, the one of Lily and James cuddling at the fountain. The two cuddled for a while more before deciding to go back into the house.

Narcissa and Lucius seemed to have accepted Harry, him being Draco's saviour and only love. They have never seen their son happier; each vacation when he returned he would be in a fouler mood, telling off his parents and torturing the house elves. Lucius planned to make an official announcement to the press of his detachment from the Dark Arts, his plan to go into legitimate business for once.

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Following the drilling press release, the two went back to Hogwarts. Congratulatory banners were everywhere; juniors from the lower years practically held the two in awe and even formed a fan club. A feast was held in honour of them, and lessons were called off for a day for celebrations. Harry and Draco, for once, could sit together in the Great Hall and not separated due to their different houses.

That night, to escape the tireless pursuit of the fans, the two hid behind the locked doors of Draco's room. The fan club representatives from Slytherin was relentless; they must have had been knocking on the door for nearly an hour. The two did not whether to laugh or cry at the attention they were receiving. The Slytherin accostrome, having finished its work, had gone into hiding again. The two collapsed on the bed, tired from running, both laughing. As they rolled onto their sides and faced each other, time stopped. Harry looked at the beautiful boy in front him. He had such endearing grey eyes, and those lips that never failed to captivate Harry. Harry lifted his hand and traced a line from Draco's eyes to his mouth, while sending a message to Draco, "I'm so going to kiss you now."

"I know. Do it now and stop teasing!" Draco batted his eyelids and rolled his eyes, clearly urging for a smooch. Without hesitation, Harry reached across and gave Harry a long kiss on the lips. The wonderful feel of their breathes warm on each other's breath, the nibbling of each other's luscious lips... both felt as though they were in Heaven. Draco nudged Harry's lips open and let his tongue slip in. The moment their tongues touched, both boys moaned in pleasure.

That night, the boys did more than reaffirming their love; they pledged to spend the rest of their lives together.

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Draco had been looking at the photograph album. He fingered that first photograph Harry took with him, the one at his villa after the defeat of Voldemort. "Must have been at least a few centuries ago," Draco thought. The next photograph was at Hogwarts with the fan club, then came their informal wedding in, well, Draco's suite in Hogwarts then. Draco can vividly remember them adopting their first daughter, Morag, together, though it had been so long ago. After Morag there were sons and daughters, at last count, they had five sons and eight daughters.

Draco finally selected a photo of Harry, one taken when he won the Quidditch world cup for Britain. The ecstatic grin on Harry just made Draco want to hug him tightly again. Draco pulled the photograph out of the album and labelled it using a spell, "To be used on the tombstone," the label read.

As Draco closed the photo album, he went into the study and opened Harry's cupboard, and fished out the Gryffindor's diary. For the past three hundred years, Harry has been kept alive by the aevus extrahotus, an elixir of life. Just last week, Harry had decided that it was his time, and had stopped taking the potion. For the past so many years, Harry and Draco had seen many people come and go in their lives, many of their children had passed on, and Hogwarts had lived through seven headmasters. Draco looked slightly older than ninety, however he was not a day older from the day he received the Rose of Miztgral. He had administered the aging charm on himself such that he would be compatible to Harry. Pulling his coat close, Draco closed the door behind him and left for the lake. The bench next to the lake was their favourite haunt, where they used to rest from walks.

Draco sat down on the bench, and started to read Harry's recent journal entries. Over the three hundred years, Harry must have exhausted many journals. As the blonde opened the book, a photograph fell out. Picking it up, Draco realised that it was one of the four of them- Ron, Hermione, Draco and Harry on the last day in Hogwarts. Following their graduation, Hermione became an executive director at Gringotts, one of the very few witches who have made it to the management of that bank. Ron married Hermione and worked at the Ministry. Harry went on to play for the British quidditch team for a few years before he retired and started a day-care for young wizards and witches. Draco took over Lucius' business, and turned it into a bustling one.

Draco peered down at the diary entries, taking out his reading glasses, Draco peered down at the pages. Harry, after spending so many years with Draco, had picked up some bad habits. Draco smiled as he recognised re-enacting of his jokes and puns; some swear words that Draco had somehow imparted to Harry, Harry's own go at bad jokes. Albeit such changes in Harry, what never changed were Harry's sentimental side and his sensibility. As Draco walked down memory lane, he saw things from Harry's point of view; Harry's feelings when they quarrelled, Harry's guilt from making Draco angry, Harry's secret prayers for Draco whenever the Slytherin went away on business. He had also seen Harry's hidden emotions; how after a few months of Ron's death, Harry was still missing him, and the pain of attending the funerals of their friends. Draco felt as though he was getting to know Harry all over again.

"Father! Here you are." A crisp, young voice knocked Draco out of his reminiscence. Turning around, he identified the owner of the voice as Yen, their youngest daughter. Yen was an intelligent and charming girl, and reminded them very much of Hermione.

"Lunch is ready, let's go back." Yen accompanied the blonde back to the villa, and they had lunch, along with two other sons. The four of them ate in silence, presumably mourning Harry's passing.

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Harry's funeral drew the attention of the wizarding community, for he was a legend of the magical world. Draco hardly knew anyone who turned up, except for some of those from the Ministry and some Hogwarts student Harry had taken under his wings for Quidditch game plans. Draco had prepared Harry's eulogy, and as he lumbered to the stand, the crowd quietened and waited for the speech.

"I always told Potter that it is easier to leave, than to be left behind," Draco started, his face solemn. "Potter was the saviour, the winner, the survivor. Though he did not beat time and age, he has become a legend." At that point, many were seen dabbing their eyes.

"Potter, my one and only true love. The one who changed me, the one who saved me, twice and the one who loved me. He was the one who was there for me when our children passed on, the one who was there for me at my lowest times, he was the one who taught me to stop focusing on our differences and look at our similarities." A few Slytherins were then seen to hug the Gryffindors. "Potter, the father to our children, the father to the orphaned. His love for children extended beyond nationality, birth and race. Potter, the fondly remembered. We would hold him in memory, forever." By now, many faces were wet with tears, and rounds of comforting hugs were being passed around. Draco stepped from the stand to place the first flower in Harry's casket. As Draco reached down to kiss Harry on the lips, he had really hoped for the appearance of a second rose of Miztgral.

A spell was placed on the casket such that it would contain all the roses the people brought, and that Harry's body would be preserved the state it is in. Draco's tears fell, as he remembered Harry's journal entry, an entry dated when Lucius passed on. "I wished I could bring Draco somewhere away from these troubles, all these sadness. I want to bring him to a place where time stops, where everything is perfect, somewhere he'll be happy. Draco, you know something? The world was never meant for someone as beautiful as you."

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aevus extrahotus: an elixir that delays aging and death. Effects are only evident with constant consumption. Would die 24hrs after stopping the dosage.

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