Disclaimer: I am not JKR, I do not own HP or Les Miserables, I am merely borrowing their excellentness.

Author's etc: this is the fourth of six. The last two are written, expect them up over the next couple of days. Enjoy, and review! Happy reading – sweetp.

Harry's Rescue

The Boy-Who-Lived lay bound in a crumpled heap at the feet of a group of Death Eaters. In the confusion after the defeat of Voldemort, they had snatched him and brought him back to their lair, or at least he thought that was where he was. His wand was lost somewhere on the battlefield, so he was at the mercy of the thugs that encircled him. They had stopped their incessant pounding a few minutes earlier; now, they were arguing with each other as to his final fate, apparently there was no senior member around to tell them what to do.

Suddenly, the clack of well-heeled boots were heard striding across the room. The conversation ceased, and Harry and the masked figures turned to see who was entering their chamber.

A tall figure, dressed in finely tailored robes, stepped from the shadows

Who is this man, what sort of devil is he?

"Enough!" the figure barked, securing everyone's full attention. "Now, now, boys, what do we have here?" The figure held his hand out to the group, who promptly bent to kiss the large silver signet ring he had there.

"Ah, the infamous Harry Potter" the voice drawled. "Our Lord will thank you greatly for this, fellows."

One man from the group spoke up hesitantly. "But I thought that this kid did him in..."

"How dare you imply that this ...boy... could destroy someone as powerful as our Lord! Fool, you will pay for your disrespect. Crucio!"

The young man's body jerked as the curse hit.

"Any other doubters?"

The room was silent.

"I thought so." The tall Death Eater dragged Harry up by the collar and shoved him toward the exit. Once they were both out of sight, the man disapparated with his prisoner in tow. Harry didn't understand. He had killed Voldemort, he was sure of it. This couldn't be happening, he thought he had finally ended it. They appeared in a small bedroom, empty except for a cot shoved into a corner and a table and chair underneath the lone window.

The man pushed him back onto the cot and retreated to the other side of the room. Harry looked up at him, confused.

To have me caught in a trap

And chose to let me go free?

No, it can't be. Harry had been living in fear since he was eleven; he had been waiting for this ending with a perverse pleasure. This would be it. He had accomplished his goal and now he was free to go beyond the veil. He could unburden himself forever. Mum, Dad, Sirius, I'll be there soon.

The man cocked his head sideways at Harry, as if weighing his options.

It was his hour at last, to put a seal on my fate

Wipe out the past and watch me clean off the slate.

The man reached for one of the objects scattered across the table, and pulled up a deadly looking blade. He started to walk slowly across the room. Harry sat mesmerized as the figure moved closer.

All it would take is a flick of his knife.

He squeezed his eyes closed waiting to feel the cold bite of steel hit him. Nothing happened. The man reached around him and cut the binds that were holding him. After he had finished, he stepped back across the room.

Vengeance was his and he gave me back my life.

The man leaned against watching quietly. Harry, his anger growing, threw the ropes, hitting the wall next to the man. He barely flinched. How dare he act so smug, the filthy Death Eater. Did he think that this small act of mercy would redeem him?

Damned if I'll live in the debt of the Dark

Damned if I'll kneel at the end of a chase

Who does he think he is? Harry wanted to escape, to die. It was his destiny, Bastard, show some sympathy.

I am the Light and the Light is not mocked.

I'll spit his pity right back in his face.

"Who are you, coward? Harry whispered. "How dare you deny me, I only want to be with those I love, to be free from all of this."

"I am a selfish man Potter, you know that." The man slowly removed his mask.

"Malfoy!"

"I want that freedom too, to be with my loved ones. And, sadly, that means I must prevent you from seeing yours."

"No!" Harry retorted.

There is nothing on earth that we share.

It wasn't fair. All Harry wanted was to escape from the wizarding world. To be normal and anonymous. There were two ways to do that, and one lay on the table beside Malfoy. Harry leapt to grab the dagger. Draco quickly had him at wandpoint instead, preventing him from getting to it.

Curse me Malfoy, if you dare!

The world went black for the young hero and he awoke ten minutes later spread across the cot. His limbs felt incredibly heavy, making it difficult to move. The room was empty now, Malfoy had disappeared. Harry sighed as his head sunk deeper into the pillow.

How can I now allow this man,

To hold dominion over me.

This desperate man that I have hunted,

Harry closed his eyes, trying to piece together the jagged memories of the past few hours. Draco Malfoy, who was to his knowledge, a cruel, unemotional Death Eater had decided not to kill him. He should be furious with Harry for killing the Dark Lord. Why didn't he care?

He gave me my life, he gave me freedom.

I should have perished by his hand.

Harry had ended the lives of so many more than Voldemort. How could he go back to the Wizarding world with so much blood on his hands? He would be honoured, exalted. It made him sick to think about it.

It was his right. It was my right to die as well.

Instead I live, and live in hell.

Harry's limbs were beginning to lighten, he got up and hobbled across the room, searching for an exit in the door-less room. His eyes fell upon the objects scattered across the table. The dagger was gone, no surprise there. Harry picked up and almost empty bottle of Ogden's and took a swig, his eyes flitting across the table. One object caught him by surprise. The bottle fell to the floor with a clank, preserved by an unbreakable charm, it merely rolled underneath the bed.

And my thoughts fly apart.

There, in a small frame, was a picture of a slightly younger Malfoy with his arms around... Ginny Weasley. The figures were playing in the snow, with Hogwarts in the background. The photo Ginny was tackling the photo Malfoy. He grinned and flipped her over, diving in for a kiss.

Can this man be believed?

They looked so happy. Harry picked up the picture for a closer inspection. No, they looked like they were in love. Photo Ginny pulled away from Photo Malfoy, noticing the observer outside the frame. She waved at Harry and smiled, trying to pull Photo Malfoy up at the same time. He finally got up and let Photo Ginny brush the snow off him. He rolled his eyes at Harry as she continued her ministrations. Finally, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned back to waving at Harry.

Should his sins be forgiven?

Should his crimes be reprieved?

Harry heard a 'pop' behind him. Shit.

"Put that down. So, now you know, eh, Potter?"

"No Malfoy, I don't think I do." Harry replied evenly. If you really loved her, how could you do what you have done? She would never love a Death Eater."

Draco cocked his head sideways. "You're right for once, she doesn't love Death Eater, she loves a traitor."

Harry's eyes widened at this admission. Impossible.

And must I now begin to doubt.

Who never doubted all these years.

He glanced back at the picture of the two. It must have been taken the Christmas before last. That would mean he's been working for the Order for the whole war...

My heart is stone and still it trembles.

The world I have known is lost in shadow.

Malfoy dug a hand into his pocket, pulling out a bottle-cap. He flipped it to Harry, who caught it automatically.

"It's a portkey, it will take you to the alley behind Grimmauld Place. Snape has been informed, they're waiting for you."

Harry looked up from the small object. "What about you?"

"I have a few things to take care of, those gents that took you will start to wonder why they haven't heard the gory details of your death yet."

"Oh." Harry breathed out.

"Tell Gin I'll be back as soon as I can." He finished softly.

Harry nodded distractedly and Malfoy disapparated.

Is he from Heaven or from Hell?

And does he know that granting me my life tonight,

This man has killed me even so.

Harry felt the pull of the portkey begin to grab him.

I am reaching but I fall.

He landed in a dark empty alley. He looked up from where he lay.

And the stars are black and cold.

He looked down the alleyway the where he knew 12 Grimmauld place was, where everyone waited to cheer a killer.

As I stare into the void of a world that cannot hold.

Harry turned his head and looked towards the other end of the alley. It led to muggle London. A metropolis, where one man is a small drop of water in an ocean of humanity. True freedom, pure anonymity.

I'll escape now from this world.

From the world of Wizardry.

Weary bodies sat, waiting patiently for his return, having been alerted by Severus that Harry had obtained a portkey to get back. They continued to wait at the scrubbed pine table as the minutes ticked by.

Harry started walking towards muggle London, turning back only once in a flash of regret. He shook his head sadly and continued on his way. He had a life to start over, and damned if it would happen if he went back.

There is no where I can turn.

There is no way to go on.

As Harry walked towards his new life, Severus, who was slouched against the kitchen wall at 12 Grimmauld place, began to worry, something he seldom did. He had given Draco the portkey hours ago, why weren't the two boys back yet?

Something must have gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Author's etc: More soon, I promise! Don't forget to review grin And many thanks to al those that already have! You are my heroes!- sweetp