A/N: And so, my story comes to an end. I would like to thank every single person who has reviewed my story because, firstly it's nice to know someone is reading the story, and secondly, you give me the will power to actually finish my stories!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

There is one more very short chapter after this one; I should have it posted by the end of today… kind of an epilogue/ conclusion to my story.

They say a great love can change your life forever. They say it holds such power over a mans heart, that once true love has enchanted one's soul, everything changes. They say a great love lasts forever. And forever's such a long time.

And in that moment, as Draco cradled his love in his arms he believed it with all his heart. He believed in the power of love.

He held onto her desperately, ignoring the blood, which had stained his robes, a sickening crimson colour and instead, Draco did something he had never before done. He prayed. With all his soul he prayed to anyone whom may be listening that they would spare her life, for he in turn was nothing without her. And if anyone could only see the desperation in his eyes, they would know, that this was a love like those they speak of in fairytales.

And as he cradled her lovingly in his arms, he did not notice the figure, which appeared behind him; not, that is, until in a calm and almost soothing voice, the man began to speak.

"Perhaps, it was destined this way," he whispered into the boy's ear. Draco looked up at the man, the anger clear in his eyes.

"Bring her back!" he muttered, still holding onto his love, "BRING HER BACK!"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly, "I can't".

"Please," the blond boy pleaded, not bothering to wipe away the tears which were streaming down his pale cheeks, "I'll do anything," then in a more determined voice, he repeated, "anything".

"I'm afraid, Miss Granger brought about her own demise," Dumbledore muttered, "by changing things which ought not to have been changed".

"You mean by saving me?" the blonde boy whispered, it was not so much a question, but more of a brief second of understanding. He looked down at the girl, her eyes closed, almost as though she were in a deep sleep.

"Let me go back!" he demanded, "stop it all from happening".

"Is that what you really want?" Dumbledore asked, the sadness in his eyes apparent, "you wish to go back, and stop her from saving you? You wish to die for her?"

"Some things, are worth dying for," he whispered, "You know, she died thinking it was me who killed her," the blond boy muttered, "How can I live on, knowing that?"

"However, you must remember, you will alter everything. She will live on as you wish, however she will live, not knowing of the love you shared, for you, in turn, will have erased it".

He looked down at her sadly for a brief moment, looking so peaceful in his arms; this is where she belonged, in his arms forever; there had to be another way. Dumbledore looked down at the grieving boy, wishing there was something he could do to lessen the pain. And perhaps there was.

"This is up to you now Draco, I can't make your decision for you," Dumbledore reached into his pocket, pulling out a familiar object. He held the time-turner briefly in his hand before passing it to the blonde boy. Draco looked at it, not knowing what to do, however, when he looked up to ask the old man for help, he was gone.

He looked down one last time at the girl which had changed his world so much, trying in his mind to think of another solution; for it was not the dying which he feared, it was the fact he would never again be able to hold her in his arms, never again be able to love and kiss her. He could not bear the thought of her growing old without him, falling in love with another, never knowing of the love they had shared. But perhaps Dumbledore was right, perhaps destiny had doomed their relationship from the start, perhaps it was just not meant to be.

And, it was in this moment, when something occurred to the young Malfoy. If fate had already doomed their love, then he could go back, and stop it from happening. Intervene so to speak.

The thought itself sickened him, however, deep down he knew his mind had already been made. Lucius had killed her, to torture Draco, however if he had never fallen in love with her, she would still be alive.

He looked down at the time-turner and with no further hesitation; he turned it back… back to where it had all started.

ONE MONTH LATER:

He looked at her from afar, longing to have her once more in his arms, but it was just not meant to be. They spoke occasionally, whenever it was necessary to carry out head boy and girl duties; but it just wasn't enough.

So much had changed in the time, which had passed; Lucius had been arrested for the murder of Narcissa, and time at Hogwarts was drawing to an end; it was finally time for Draco to take his first steps into the world as a man. And yet, within his soul, he felt as though something were missing. Life itself had become monotonous and monochrome. He may have erased their love to save her life, but, he hadn't forgotten, and perhaps he never would, for it was the memory of it all that got him through each day.

"You, know" came a calm voice from behind him which Draco immediately recognised, "you erased that which was most dear to you Draco, and this proves to me that you are a better person than you give yourself credit for". He head master's eyes twinkled for a moment, as he took a seat beside the Slytherin boy; they were under a large tree on the grounds of Hogwarts. The old man leaned easily against the bark of the tree, allowing the sun to warm his face. Draco remained silent.

"It doesn't have to end here you know," he continued, "perhaps, without knowing it, she still loves you".

Draco looked at the old man, as though he had suddenly grown another head.

"You may have changed the past Draco, but the future has not yet been mapped out. Perhaps, you should try and win her back?" Dumbledore smiled calmly and stood up from where he was sitting, "think about it," he added, before walking off in the direction of Hagrid house, decidedly going to pay the large man a visit.