A/N: The last chapter. I can't believe this journey is over. I hope this satisfies you all. At the moment I have no plans to post anything right away though if the mood strikes me I may begin revamping an old Harry/Severus fic. Please leave me love and reviews. I am anxious to know how you feel about this story as a whole. Thank you for all the love and support. And for the last time on this fic anyway, Please Read, Review and Enjoy.

On the battle field, a strange thing began to take place. The battle began to slow. It was like watching the actions take place in slow motion. Words and wand movements came out as if flowing through heavy syrup. One by one, the wizards began to crumple to the ground and all the while, the sounds inside of Ollivander's began to grow louder. The strength of the two most powerful wizards in the world was weighing down on the weaker wizards and soon the only battle taking place was the one between Harry and Voldemort. Words could be heard clearly, but no one could understand. The magic taking place was being done in Parseltongue and other more ancient languages that hadn't been heard in centuries. The walls of Ollivander's began to grow transparent and one could see two figures facing each other, one reduced to only a shadow of a person, the other glowing brightly, seeming to grow taller and more powerful with each word, until finally every light extinguished and only one remained. A torrent of spells issued forth from the man's mouth and the two wands, lying forgotten on the ground, exploded in a burst of green light. And that was when Harry Potter finally fell.

In the infirmary of Hogwarts, a blonde man suddenly dropped the potion he had been giving a burned wizard. He wavered back and forth, before collapsing onto the floor of the hospital wing. His patient was unconscious and no one saw him as the blood began to rush from his mouth.

The wizards that had been crushed by the magical energy began to wake slowly. They blinked, confused, and turned to face their opponents. No spells were cast. The followers of Voldemort didn't even try. They had no magic left, only foolish beliefs that they forced to begin to doubt. They stood there, staring at each other stupidly, until it finally sunk in that the light had won. The search parties went out to find the wounded and the aurorers began to arrest the death eaters, unsure of what do with them now that they were bereft of their powers. Afraid to go near the wand store, no one saw that their savior was dying. No one, that is, except Blaise. Seriously wounded in a fight with a wizened death eater, he was near Ollivander's and he could see that on the ground there was a body. Summoning up his last vestiges of energy, he crawled over to Harry Potter and clutched as his arm with his only good hand and apparated them both into the hospital wing of Hogwarts, not inches from Draco. Still conscious, he rolled Draco onto a shoulder to stop him from suffocating on the blood in his mouth and finally, Blaise gave up his fight.

It took another two hours before anyone found them.

Several weeks later, the deaths had been totaled, the bodies buried, the death eaters captured and Diagon Alley had been partially restored. The wands of Ollivander's had survived, but no one dared go near them, unsure of what strange qualities they had absorbed during the barrage of strange, old magic they had withstood. It was a place that wizards hurried past, shuddering involuntarily. Eventually, the wands would be tested and removed, but nothing would ever be built on the site again. The magical energy that had taken root there refused to let go and the fears of wizards everywhere would never allow them to forget all of the history that had exploded there.

Blaise did not live. In the two hours that it took for him to be found, all hope was lost. The only person that could have saved him had not yet woken and it was unsure if he ever would. Severus had worked day and night on Draco, knowing that he couldn't help the Boy Who Lived, and finally the blonde had come around. He would only wake for a few minutes, to swallow potions and fall back asleep. No one had told him that his lover was barely hanging on to existence.

Dumbledore had died a week after the battle. Empty bottles of the Elixir of Life and been found in his study and every assumed that he had only been prolonging his life to ensure that Harry won the war. There had been many other deaths as well. Nymphadora Tonks, Percy Weasley, Professor Flitwick, Trelawny, Umbridge, Luna Lovegood, and Hannah Abbot were just a few of the casualties. There had been no celebrations, only funerals. The wizards waited for their savior to wake.

For seven months, Harry stayed in the infirmary and for seven months, Draco stayed with him. He sat and held his bonded's hand. He shed a million tears into his husband's dark hair. He ate every meal next to his lover. He left only when Severus forced him outside or forced him to get away from the suffocation of the hospital. He gave him countless baths, he brushed his hair two or three times a day, he slept next to him every night, but he never gave up. He could still feel Harry. Harry could not die. Harry would not die and leave him here. That was his mantra and finally, it paid off.

"It is time for me to take him home."

"And where is home, Draco?"

"It doesn't matter. They can do nothing for him, he could at least be some place better than this, someplace where people aren't dying with me. It doesn't matter where we go. Home is wherever we are together."

"You are together here."

"That is not what I meant and you know it. If you do not let me take him out of here, I will take him anyway. I don't care how many laws I have to break, he will be out of this place. There are enough bad memories here to make him want to die when he wakes up."

"I don't think you have to worry about that. He seems very much alive to me."

"He's in a coma! That is not very much alive."

"I…am…as….alive…as….you, you….stubborn ass."

Draco stiffened suddenly.

"Sev…please tell me I'm not hearing things."

"I hope you are, I don't think Harry's up to learning sign language quite yet."

Draco stared at him for a moment and then whipped around. Harry lifted his hand slowly and gave a little wave. He stood there awkwardly for a second before his entire face crumpled with relief and he began to cry. He turned back to Severus and sobbed into his dark robes. Poppy ran into the room.

"O, God, Draco, I'm so sorry. I thought he would wake up. I tried."

"You would think someone had died in here."

Poppy turned to stare at him and tears filled her eyes.

"I knew you wouldn't die. I knew all those hits by bludgers had to have toughened you up."

"Draco, please, stop crying on Severus. You know how he hates that."

But there was no stopping Draco's harsh sobs. Severus and Poppy watched as Harry got more and more upset. Finally, Severus shoved the blonde out of his arms.

"You have a husband who needs you, Draco. I can understand how hard this has been for you, but go be with him. You haven't left his side for seven months, now is not the time to start."

"It's ok, Draco. I understand. You don't have to come here. It must be very strange. I won't go anywhere."

Draco took a tentative step toward Harry and then another, until he was standing next to the bed. He sat down, heavily, in his chair and reached a finger out to run it down Harry' arm. That was all it took. He threw himself into Harry's arms and began to cry again. Harry's eyes filled with tears, but there was a smile on his face.

"I wonder if he would have cried this much if I had died."

"Harry James Potter, that is not and will never be funny."

Harry raised an eyebrow at Severus, who smirked slightly. He looked back down at his husband.

"I love you, Draco."

"I love you, too."

Severus walked out of the room and the two boys curled up together.

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Dragon."

A year later, Harry and Draco were still at Hogwarts. Harry was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was also the deputy Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor House. They had adopted a little girl whose parents had died in the war. She had shiny, straight black hair and green eyes that matched Harry's. She was two and they had named her Nymphadora Lillian Potter. Everyone called her Dora. Minerva had resigned, but they still saw her from time to time. Snape was the only Headmaster in history to continue teaching classes. Remus had taken over the charms position and Draco was running a potions store in Hogsmeade with plans to open another in Diagon Alley. Hermione and Ron were married and living near the burrow. They were both working at the ministry. Hermione was four months pregnant and Ron was alternating between extreme happiness and terror about becoming a parent. Most of the time, he reasoned that if Harry and Draco could do it, he could too. There was still a lot of grief, but the wounds were beginning to scar. It was hard to take in all the changes at once, but the wizarding world was healing and everyone lived as happily ever after as could be done outside of fairy tales.