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Hidden Bridges
Ryoko Porter

Part Twenty-Five "my ending"

'Applaud friends, the comedy is over.'

Ludwig Von Beethoven

It was on the grassy knoll of the Highlands that Harry awoke upon. He couldn't guess how long he'd been unconscious, though it seemed to be later in the day. As he sat up straight, he had to hold his dizzy head to keep from loosing himself. Harry tried to remember what had been happening when he'd dropped off, but found that he had little more than flashes of memories.

'Draco,' he whispered without a thought. But when he heard the name on his lips, he came to the sudden panic of needing to know where his lover was. Looking around himself first, Harry realized that the blonde was not within sight. So picking himself up with great difficulty due to a broken arm, Harry went to find his love.

As Harry went deeper into the site of the battleground, the land changed drastically. Boulders had charred faces, and the grass was burnt away in most spots. The scorched bodies of Deatheaters littered the ground, some not even in once piece. And Harry could not help but retch at the heinous smell of burning flesh.

It was only by chance that Harry came upon the remains of his friend, by the unfortunate experience of tripping over an decapitated head that he did not see. She was less burnt than the other bodies around, but her hair had been singed away. When Harry turned her heavy body to check for any signs of life, he found that her entire torso had been crushed into itself. If she hadn't suffocated first, her ribs must have surely punctured the delicate organs they were meant to protect. After taking a moment to mourn her passing, Harry again went in search of his beloved.

As Harry walked through the horrible place, he never found anything of his oldest friend. He hoped that Ron was safe somewhere, but he guessed that he too was probably lying dead somewhere.

Harry's focus however; was on Draco, and his lover's fate. The further he went into the death covered hills and the more bodies that he saw, the more his mind would scream for him to find his lover. His mind troubled over all of the horrid possibilities that he could think of that might've happened to Draco. Each of his ideas was worse than the one before, until he could not think of anymore. But by then Harry was nearly mad with anxiety.

The time it took until Harry finally did find Draco, he could not guess. But when he finally did, he was both relieved and filled with a whole new set of concerns. Draco was leaning against a large boulder, his body stretched out limply. And though Harry could see that he was breathing, his body looked as if it should be dead. There were cuts, bruises, and burns covering his entire body, and his legs looked to be completely crushed. A large puddle of blood was pooled under Draco's body, and it seemed to be coming from somewhere on his back. And though he was breathing; Harry could tell that he was probably drowning from a punctured lung, by the way his chest moved.

Running over to his fallen love, Harry gently pulled Draco into his chest with his one good arm. He didn't want to cause anymore harm to his hurting lover, but he couldn't help but think that Draco probably couldn't feel any that he could give him.

'Harry!' Draco gasped as he opened his eyes to the new presence. 'Have you come to guide me into heaven Harry?' Draco asked deliriously.

'No Draco, I'm no angel. We're still alive,' Harry corrected gently. Though Draco didn't seem to hear him as he nuzzled into Harry's neck.

'I can't feel below my waist,' Draco informed absentmindedly. Harry could only hold his dying lover closer into his chest, while tears began to fall. 'I am so tired Harry, do you think that I could just rest?'

Harry sobbed. 'Yes my love, and I'll be there when you wake up,' Harry tried to say bravely.

Neither of the aching boys saw the two hunched figures coming toward them. The couple were both badly wounded, but the man seemed to be more weak than hurt. The woman struggled to support the man's weight, as he leaned over her shoulders. And as they came upon the two boys, it broke both of their hearts to see them like so broken.

'I love you Harry,' Draco whispered quietly. His hollow voice so like the lack of consciousness to reality that he had.

'I love you too, Draco,' Harry cried. He then placed a gentle kiss on his dying lover's lips, which became passionate due to Draco's instinct to make it so. Without realizing it, they both memorized the feel of their passion for a last desperate time, using what little strength they had to explore each other's mouths. Then just as gently as it had started, it ended. And Draco laid his head on his lover's shoulder as Harry put his wand to his temple. 'Avada Kedavra.'

Luna suddenly stumbled due to the sudden shift in balance, dropping to her knees due to a new weight on her mind. She was alone now. She'd selfishly hoped when she'd found Julian still alive, that she might have a chance at a life with him. But now he was gone, as was everyone else. Hermione suffocated by a hydra neck that'd wrapped itself around her. Ron eaten. Draco by being held by multiple hydra jaws and then tossed aside. And Harry, killed by a broken heart.

They were all gone. And she was left behind.

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'Hi guys,' Luna greeted the huge mausoleum that held the bodies of Harry and Draco. 'I know it's been a long time, but I've been a bit busy. I want you to meet someone,' she said as she lifted a baby boy out of the carriage that she pushed. 'This is Julian.'

The baby that she introduced was a wonderfully beautiful creature, with blonde hair and contradicting eyes. One eye was the color of the gray fog that covered the still bloody highland hills, and the other was as green as the grass that grew to upon them. But the oddest feature was the lightning shaped birthmark on his forehead. He was just like his father.

'Yes he does look like me doesn't he?' her husband consented as he placed his hand on her shoulder. 'It's so odd being here, where my old bodies lay,' the young man commented as he looked at the gothic building.

'Are you ever going to explain to me how you survived?' Luna questioned, as she had so many times.

'Not really, but let us just say that it was for you.'

'Somehow I find that hard to believe,' Luna commented as she saw her husband's eyes start to glow wickedly. The small family then left the memorial after saying goodbye to what was left of Harry and Draco, continuing their stroll through the park.

Luna was so caught up in her happiness, that she didn't see the flashing camera bulbs. Nor did she feel the hands that guided her port-key that would take her to the hospital where she would spend the last of her days. Not realizing that she was last surviving hero of final battle against Voldemort. In her world, she'd had a "happy" ending.

Finite Incontantum!

FINALLY DONE! Now I can continue on my other fics! Including a Harry Potter/Gundam Wing crossover. Not to mention Pallium Fatum…. Please take the time to review this last chapter.

Ryoko Porter