Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and on like that...
Ok, I do appologize for the increadibly late update on this. I got writer's block in a major way and then... alot of stuff came up. So, this is the last chapter, the war ends, Harry and Draco have yummy gay sex, and onlike that.
thanks to all who reviewed his and I hope you like how this ends.
Harry walked into the house and looked around at the room he had entered. It was a bare room with just a table, two chairs, and the fire place crackling away. There were no pictures on the walls, no tapestries, no rugs, nothing. Voldemort quietly shut the door and then moved across the room to one of the chairs at the table with all the fluidity of a snake.
"Please, sit," he said in a calm and even voice. "It's not every day that I get a visitor in my house who is actually worthy to be called my equal."
"I'm sure that's true," said Harry just as calmly. Voldemort sat down at the table and placed his hands flat on the table with his palms down. Harry sat across from Voldemort and did the same.
"You spoke of a trade that you wish to make."
"Yes. You wanted to split your soul into seven pieces." Voldemort raised an eyebrow at the information Harry said to him.
"Dumbledore. I knew he would find a way. So of course he entrusted this great secret to you. What about it?"
"You succeeded." Voldemort looked confused for a moment.
"What do you mean? I made five horcruxes, not six. If I had made six then yes I would have split my soul into seven pieces, but I only made five."
"You made a sixth." Harry lifted his hand slowly and pushed his shaggy hair away from the scar on his forehead. Voldemort stared at the scar with wide eyes.
"Your scar? You? You are the one who carries the last piece of my soul?"
"Makes sense doesn't it?" Harry calmly returned his hand to the table. "Can you extract this piece of your soul from me?"
"What do you want in return?"
"I want Draco Malfoy to be left unharmed, untouched, and alive at the end of your campaign."
"That little cretin has been nothing but a problem to me! He promised to kill Dumbledore and he did not deliver on it. He is a child who tried to play with the big boys and now he needs to take the consequences."
"Then you won't get the last piece of your soul back."
"The last piece of my soul for the life of Draco Malfoy. Why in hell would you want Draco Malfoy to stay alive?"
"Because I'm in love with him." There was a pause that fell suddenly over the room.
"Love never brought anyone anything but pain and death."
"He's given me life when I thought there could be none. He's helped me. And I love him. I don't care what else you do or who else you kill. I want Draco Malfoy to be unharmed, untouched, and no spells cast on him by you or your Death Eaters. He must be left alive."
"What will that accomplish?"
"The man I love will be alive. I may be dead, but he will be alive. That's the way I want it."
"And if you die, he will be left alone and will feel the pain of losing you. Why does no one listen when I say that love is not worth the pain and anguish that it leaves behind?"
"Because love brings more than pain and anguish. It brings happiness, contentment, and the knowledge that you are loved. That someone finds you precious and can't live without you is a feeling like no other. Especially when you've been made to feel that you are expendable and are worth nothing your entire life. Now, do we have a deal?" Harry held out his hand. He knew what would happen next. He knew it would hurt. But he also knew that it had to be done. Voldemort slowly smiled.
"What's one little brat's life compared to the rest of my soul. Deal." He took Harry's hand in a firm handshake. He gripped Harry's hand tightly and he could feel his scar burning on his forehead. But he kept staring straight at Voldemort as the evil wizard stared back. Harry could almost feel the bones in his hand bending with the force that Voldemort was taking back this small piece of his soul. Harry wanted to cry out with the pain but he didn't. He bit his tongue until he could taste blood and tried to breathe through the pain. Voldemort sneered an evil sneer and then suddenly let go of Harry's hand. Harry let his head fall to the table and panted desperately as if he had just come up from the bottom of a lake.
"That feels better," he heard Voldemort say with a sneer in his voice. Harry lifted his head and watched the evil wizard stand up, stretch his limbs as if he had been sitting for days, and then turn to Harry. "Now, onto the wizard's duel."
"It has all ready begun," said Harry. Voldemort looked at him with confusion on his face.
"What are you talking about-" Voldemort stopped his sentence suddenly and gripped the table next to him.
"It's a bad idea to make a living thing a horcrux. A living thing is unpredictable, unlike an object. Further more, a living thing has experiences, lives life, while an object just sits there. A living thing has a soul. A soul affects all other souls around it. Including even a piece of a soul that is attached to it."
"What is this magic? What the hell is wrong with me?"
"You took back the last piece of your soul. But it's been living with me for seventeen years. It's been affected by me. It was affected by the loss of my parents and the love that they had to save me. It's the love that my parents had to save me from you that is killing you now."
"What… no… it can't be possible!" Harry looked up and saw Lily and James Potter standing next to him.
"It's time Tom," said James in a calm voice. "Time to give it up."
"NO!" shouted Voldemort and waved his wand threatening at them even as he fell to his knees.
"You really think that will work on ghosts like us," said Sirius Black's voice as he stepped up beside James as well. "You are slipping."
"It's over Tom," said a gentle voice. A woman that Harry recognized as Voldemort's mother appeared. "It's time to come home."
"NO… No… please no…" Voldemort was shaking, and just as Professor Quirrell had done six years before, Voldemort's body was starting to disintegrate.
"It's over," said a deep voice that Harry then recognized as the ghost of Voldemort's father. Voldemort looked up and almost recoiled at the sight of his father.
"Please… Dad… please help me…"
"I will, it's all right Tom, I will." Both of Voldemort's parents knelt on either side of Voldemort. As his body disintegrated, his ghost was left behind. His parents gently put their arms around him. Then, in the sight of a few ghosts and Harry Potter himself, Tom Riddle wept for the love he never allowed himself to feel. The three Marvolos then disappeared from the house.
"We love you Harry," said James Potter's ghost gently. "I want to you to know that. No matter who you love, we and Sirius will always love you. When it's your time, I promise that we will come get you."
"I love you," said Harry in a shaky voice.
"We know," said Lilly Potter.
"We've always known," said Sirius. "And we'll always love you." The three ghosts disappeared quietly and left Harry alone in the house. Harry rested his head in his hands and began to weep. For a second he wondered where his scar was but then reminded himself of everything that had gone on that day. Slowly he stood up from the table and pushed the tears off of his cheeks with the back on his hand. He opened the door to the house and stepped out.
"Lord Voldemort is dead," he said in a loud and clear voice. Everyone stood for a moment in shock. Then the people of the Order of the Phoenix began cheering and the Death Eaters who were still present apparated away in fear that they would then be captured and taken away without the protection of their dark lord. Draco ran at full speed across the lawn and nearly knocked Harry over with the force of the two of them colliding into each other.
"I was worried…" whispered Draco so quietly that Harry could barely hear him.
"I'm alive, love, it's over." Draco looked at Harry's face and then his brow knitted in confusion.
"Where's…?"
"Gone. Voldemort took the last piece of his soul back. That was his down fall."
"How?"
"Souls affect other souls. I read that. I affected the last piece of his soul, I showed it love. I showed it the love I had for my friends, my parents, and for you. He wanted love, he just never allowed himself to feel it."
"Was that the trade?"
"Yes."
"What did you get?"
"He and his army were not allowed to harm you in any way or kill you." Draco stared at Harry in disbelief. "If I was going to have to die, I wanted you to live no matter what." Draco found himself speechless. Finally he stopped trying to find the words and kissed Harry gently on the mouth. Harry closed his eyes and let himself get lost for a few moments in the safety of his lover's touch. Draco then led him away from the house and back to the cheering group of people.
That night there was a party at the house. A large party and everyone it seemed was invited. Harry managed to stand the party for about two hours before he grew tired of the constant compliments and congratulations. While almost everyone was preoccupied in their own conversations, Harry slipped through the shadows and through dark corners and finally up the darkened stairs and into his room where he quickly and quietly shut the door.
Draco had seen his lover slip away and smirked to himself wondering if Harry would mind some company. Since he was all ready a bit of an outcast at this party, he slipped
through the crowd easily and went upstairs and into the room that Harry and Draco had been sharing. As Draco shut the door he saw Harry look up at him quickly with a tear stained face. Draco shut the door and put a locking charm on it silently.
"Please don't make me go back out there…" whispered Harry.
"I won't," said Draco quietly. Then he put silencing charms on the room so that no one outside of the room could hear them. Harry took in a shuddering breath and sat up slowly. Draco slowly walked over to Harry and kissed Harry's forehead where the scar had once been and now was only smooth white skin. Harry sighed and pulled Draco's mouth to his in a hungry kiss that took Draco's breath away. "What do you want my love?" he asked of Harry.
"I want you. I want you to make love to me. I've been strong for everyone. I've fought. I… I don't want that tonight. I want to be yours. I want to feel you inside me. I want…" Harry bit his lip in hesitation.
"You can say it."
"I want… I want to be just a regular person tonight. I don't want you to make love to the conquering hero or the boy who lived or the holy Mecca or whatever the hell they think I am. I want you to make love to me. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, it does." Draco kissed Harry gently "Your wish is my command." Draco slowly pulled Harry's shirt off of his body and gently caressed every inch of skin he found while kissing Harry's mouth and neck. Then he knelt beside the bed and pulled off Harry's shoes and socks. While kissing Harry's neck he carefully pulled down Harry's pants and boxer shorts at the same time. After pulling the last garments that Harry had on off of the boy's feet he came back to Harry's mouth. He kissed and nibbled his way down Harry's neck, down his chest at which point Harry gave up trying to sit up for this and laid down on the bed, and finally stopped at Harry's burning erection that had been waiting patiently for this. Draco carefully licked the length of Harry's erection and smiled from the gasp he heard from Harry.
"Ay Gods! Draco…" Draco grasped Harry's hand that was gripping the blankets on the bed as he took the full length of his lover into his mouth. Harry moaned quietly and then gasped as Draco's tongue oscillated from side to side and massaged the sensitive flesh. "Draco… please… oh Gods…" Then Draco felt Harry's hands pulling him and he let Harry's erection easily slip from his mouth. "Kiss me…" Draco quickly put his knees on the bed and leaned over claiming Harry's mouth with his own. He felt Harry's hands on his back and pulling at Draco's shirt. It was then that he realized that he was still dressed. He was about to raise his hand and take his clothes off by magic when Harry's hand stopped him and said, "No, please… let me?" Draco smiled and nodded to Harry willingly. Both of them rolled over so that Draco was under Harry.
Harry plundered Draco's neck as his hands went up Draco's shirt and gently teased the nipples he found there. He smiled as Draco gasped from the attentions he was now being given. He broke off the kiss long enough to pull Draco's shirt off and then began kissing him again. Just as Draco had done to him, he kissed Draco's neck and let his hands roam down Draco's chest. He kneeled beside the bed and pulled off Draco's shoes and socks followed closely by his pants and boxers. As Harry moved back onto the bed, Draco shifted so that their legs wouldn't hang over the side of the bed. They laid side by side now and were making out hungrily and letting their hands roam all over each others bodies. At some point, Harry was never sure how, but Draco was on top of him with a bottle of lube in his hand. Draco gently caressed Harry's cheek and said gently,
"I love you. Always remember that." Harry nodded.
"And I love you." Harry reached up and gently touched Draco's cheek as well. Draco leaned over and kissed Harry. Harry stiffened for half a second when he felt Draco's finger that had been coated with lube sliding into him. When Draco added a second finger he brushed the secret spot that he knew would make Harry scream. Harry did scream in pleasure into Draco's kiss as Draco held him down with his body. Harry desperately wanted more as Draco kept using his fingers. "Please… Draco… I need you."
Draco nodded to him and Harry felt the fingers leave his body. He whimpered but then whimpered again as he felt Draco slowly start to push into him. Harry gripped Draco's shoulders tightly as Draco eased into him and kissed his neck and when he was completely buried in the boy he loved he kissed Harry on the mouth. Slowly Draco started to move inside of Harry and brushed the one spot that would make him cry out in pleasure over and over again. Harry felt himself being carried away on an ocean of constant feeling and sensation. It felt like it wasn't ever going to stop and that he would be here forever. But as Draco pushed in harder and faster he could feel his climax building until he was shaking uncontrollably on the bed and then Draco shaking as well but both of them holding tight to each other. They held each other through the shakes and tears that came afterwards and only used magic to clean up because they were too tired to clean up themselves.
"I love you, Harry," said Draco in the dark as they were falling asleep.
"I love you, Draco," replied Harry and the two kissed each other before nestling into each other's bodies to fall asleep. Both boys now looked forward to the next morning instead of dreading what was to come next. Their enemy destroyed, they now had each other. They loved each other. And this was something no one could take from them.