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Harry felt a settling peace knowing they accepted him. He and Draco would be okay.

Draco blushed a little and turned his head to see an older man walking down the cobblestones towards them. He was in a heavy blue cloak and walking at a glide and his wings were held out to the side, taking up room in a relaxed fashion. His eyes were a brilliant silver color that matched his hair and the silver clasp of his rove. "Relina, who's that sitting with you?" he called out to her, his voice more like a melody.

"Draco, Lucius' son, Dartannian's grandson, and his Match, Harry Potter," Relina spoke as he came closer. The man looked them over and smiled gently.

"I am Magnesius, the eldest Malfoy man and thus called knowledge holder. A Match you said?" He pulled a chair from the air and seated himself next to Relina.

"Yes, that's right. The Guardian said a Match was two halves of a soul that had been split apart, renewing the life of the soul. But, is there any way to find out who's soul ours used to be?" Draco asked. He sensed then how awkward Harry felt in the presence of the ancient Malfoy clan. Feeling bad for neglecting him he took the black-haired boy's hand and held it.

"There is, I could try but it would take a little time. As much as I expect you need to recover from whatever sent you here. The aura of dead-magic around you is strong…did you try and refuse the Match?" he looked between them in almost shock.

"I did, I was afraid of not being good enough for Harry," Draco answered, still deeply ashamed of that. Magnesius nodded carefully.

"If you really want I can find out for you, but in the mean time you ought to explore the Afterlife, see who all you can see," he stood and touched his hand to Draco's shoulder, as he drew it away a tiny silver thread came with him. He then touched his hand to Harry and drew away another silver thread. "These are tiny fragments of your souls, if I combine these it will show me the original soul, then it was show who it originally belonged too," when he finished he turned and walked away, disappearing into nothing before reaching the huge building.

"Is there anyway we can see my parents?" Harry asked quietly in the short silence that followed.

Draco looked a little shocked but nodded. "Grandmere, I apologize but we really should go to find Harry's family," Draco stood and Harry stood with him.

"Oh, yes, the Potter family resides in that direction," Helene pointed, smiling gently. Harry started in that direction, "Draco?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Be assured you are perfect for him, I can see it when he looks at you," she nodded. The other women smiled and nodded their agreement. Blushing, Draco thanked them and hurried after his Match.

Dawn broke and shone a pale sun ray over the destroyed Astronomy Tower. Rubble was heaped there, at least ten meters high, and parts of stone bricks were strewn around the lawn, some crumbled like ash upon contact while others had embedded themselves in the earth.

Dumbledore swept his old eyes over the ruins and felt a deeply sickened feeling, there was death here. Adrian Weasely was standing, silent, with Srene, both appeared devastated by the look of this. Students were gathered on the lawn in large groups, mostly by House. They stared at the destruction and rumors of the reason circulated slowly.

"What happened?" Snape came to Dumbledore's side and McGonaggle came up behind him.

"I can't be sure."

"Harry! Harry!" Ron called through the crowd, his voice carrying over the hushed whispers of all the other students.

"Draco! Draco!" Blaise and Pansy were in the Slytherin crowd, calling for their friend.

Ron heard their call and a cold fear took him. He saw the tower and he'd felt the magic that burned through the castle. He knew Harry and Draco were involved. He ran to the dusty ruins and began calling Harry's name as he grabbed at stone, trying to clear a path to wherever Harry may have been in there.

A desperation claimed him and adrenaline flooded his bloodstream, he yelled again and threw a stone from his way. Blaise saw and heard Ron and realized what he knew. He and Pansy rushed to help him. Snape let out a small gasp as they shoved past the teachers to get to the rubble. Dumbledore reached out to stop them, there still existed dead magic in the ruins.

"Draco!"

"Harry!"

Students watched, troubled and sorrowful as the three moved a larger stone from their way.

Wait, there's still-"

As the HeadMaster spoke Ron reached for a stone with a spark of dead magic in it. He took hold and was answered with a burning pain running up his arm, into his heart and then thudding out through him again. With a scream he let go with stone and grabbed his arm, going numb from the pain.

"Get away from there quickly," Snape rushed forward with Adrian and took the Sixth years back a few steps. Blaise was worried about Ron now and took his arm, checking it.

Srene drew in breath slowly. "They're dead."

The entire of Hogwarts heard this and let out a sob of despair. Dumbledore felt his age increase with the grief his heart felt for the Match. And for the world.

"Someone's at the door Lily," James said from a lounge chair in the front room. They had a quiet cottage built into a hill next door to James' cousin Milo and his wife Olivia. Lily came out from the kitchen, smiling at her husband, and went to the door. Pulling it open she saw a sixteen year old boy who looked exactly like her husband save he had her eyes and a lightning scar on his forehead.

Holding his hand was a white haired pale boy with sharp, aristocratic features. The two looked nervous but not lost.

"Who are you?" her voice was a whisper, she was amazed to see this boy.

"I'm Harry…I'm your son."