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want to write.
Summary: Harry Potter died in his final battle against Voldemort, but did he really die?
Pairings: DM/HP, SS/HG, LM/OC, LP/JP, I still need to decide about the others.
The death of Harry Potter
That was it: Harry Potter was dead!
The wizarding world was safe but its savior was dead; killed at the same moment the Dark Lord was killed. Draco Malfoy couldn't believe it. After so many years of fighting, arguing, trying to put each other in trouble, he was dead. After all those years at Hogwarts of thrown insults, quidditch lost games and shame, Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived was dead. After so few years of love and happiness, his lover, his husband, his light, his Harry was dead.
Draco sat there in the funeral, staring at the coffin that would take his Harry away from him. But if someone looked close enough would see that Draco was, in fact, staring into empty space, lost in thoughts of the past, lost in memories of a love so intense that left him empty; an empty shell of himself.
"Draco, it's time" Hermione Granger, or should one say, Hermione Snape said cautiously, approaching him.
"Thanks, Hermione" said Draco tiredly.
They would be closing the coffin, taking his Harry away from him, burying him in that cold grave where he would never be able to warm the boy-man who stole his heart from day one.
Everyone was there to say their goodbyes; the Weasleys, the Longbottoms...the Potters. If only that monster hadn't killed him, his Harry would be able to know that his parents were alive, that the Longbottoms weren't tortured into madness, that many people found their happiness again thanks to him. Even the Slytherins were there to say their goodbyes. After they got together, all houses in Hogwarts saw that it was possible to befriend each other and keep being yourself.
As people approached the coffin to give Harry their last goodbyes, he saw Nil Bluenile, a Slytherin girl known by the Slytherins as 'Hogwarts invisible'; she became a good friend of his and helped him gather the courage to fight for Harry. But... now that he looked closer at her he realized that... no, impossible, she was a good friend of his but... well, she was cold, but not that cold, no, it must be his imagination... neither she nor the Potters were crying, they couldn't hide their feelings so well... could they?
The coffin was lowered and covered with earth. One by one, everyone presented their condolences to him, the Potters said he was welcome to come to their place whenever he wanted. When he was alone in the graveyard, he couldn't help but say again:
"No matter what happens, no matter what life presents to me, I'll always carry you in my heart"
And, with a 'pop' he was gone.
AN: Just one more thing, if I receive at least one review, I'll keep updating this fic, 'cause there's more to come, but, if I don't receive any reviews, the story ends here.
Summary: Harry Potter died in his final battle against Voldemort, but did he really die?
Pairings: DM/HP, SS/HG, LM/OC, LP/JP, I still need to decide about the others.
The death of Harry Potter
That was it: Harry Potter was dead!
The wizarding world was safe but its savior was dead; killed at the same moment the Dark Lord was killed. Draco Malfoy couldn't believe it. After so many years of fighting, arguing, trying to put each other in trouble, he was dead. After all those years at Hogwarts of thrown insults, quidditch lost games and shame, Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived was dead. After so few years of love and happiness, his lover, his husband, his light, his Harry was dead.
Draco sat there in the funeral, staring at the coffin that would take his Harry away from him. But if someone looked close enough would see that Draco was, in fact, staring into empty space, lost in thoughts of the past, lost in memories of a love so intense that left him empty; an empty shell of himself.
"Draco, it's time" Hermione Granger, or should one say, Hermione Snape said cautiously, approaching him.
"Thanks, Hermione" said Draco tiredly.
They would be closing the coffin, taking his Harry away from him, burying him in that cold grave where he would never be able to warm the boy-man who stole his heart from day one.
Everyone was there to say their goodbyes; the Weasleys, the Longbottoms...the Potters. If only that monster hadn't killed him, his Harry would be able to know that his parents were alive, that the Longbottoms weren't tortured into madness, that many people found their happiness again thanks to him. Even the Slytherins were there to say their goodbyes. After they got together, all houses in Hogwarts saw that it was possible to befriend each other and keep being yourself.
As people approached the coffin to give Harry their last goodbyes, he saw Nil Bluenile, a Slytherin girl known by the Slytherins as 'Hogwarts invisible'; she became a good friend of his and helped him gather the courage to fight for Harry. But... now that he looked closer at her he realized that... no, impossible, she was a good friend of his but... well, she was cold, but not that cold, no, it must be his imagination... neither she nor the Potters were crying, they couldn't hide their feelings so well... could they?
The coffin was lowered and covered with earth. One by one, everyone presented their condolences to him, the Potters said he was welcome to come to their place whenever he wanted. When he was alone in the graveyard, he couldn't help but say again:
"No matter what happens, no matter what life presents to me, I'll always carry you in my heart"
And, with a 'pop' he was gone.
AN: Just one more thing, if I receive at least one review, I'll keep updating this fic, 'cause there's more to come, but, if I don't receive any reviews, the story ends here.