He stared at the battlefield, at the blood, at the bodies, finally spotting him. The other man was dueling two Death Eaters simultaneously on the other side of the lake. Stupefying the attackers, he saw grey eyes turn and look at him before his world turned to black and he collapsed.
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"Harry? Harry! NO!"
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"There's nothing we can do. He's gone. He's…"
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A bright light appeared and showed Harry his surroundings. He was outside of Hogwarts on a beautiful spring day. A familiar figure was sitting nearby, looking at him.
"Sirius?" Harry croaked, unbelieving. The other man just nodded. "Sirius!" Harry leapt over and hugged him tightly. He then saw the other people around them.
"Mum? Dad?" They too nodded. Harry gulped and a few tears slid down his cheeks. Letting out a strangled cry, he pulled them both into a tight hug, tears streaming down his face.
Sirius spoke when they had pulled apart. "Harry? Do you know what happened?"
Harry sighed. "I… I'm dead, right?" Sirius nodded. "Do you know if Voldemort died too?"
James hugged him. "You got him, son. I'm so proud of you. I'm so sorry that we couldn't have been there for you…"
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"He. Is. Not. Dead! I WILL NOT BELIEVE YOU!" Before anyone could do anything, he collapsed onto the body on the bed, sobbing. Try as they might, Professor Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and Hermione couldn't pry him from the still body. They eventually left, solemnly giving the crying boy one last glance.
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At dinner, Dumbledore made the announcement. "Lord Voldemort," he paused as the students flinched, "is dead. He was killed by Harry Potter. During the fight Harry was unfortunately also killed. Thankfully, Harry was the only student casualty, although several others are at St. Mungo's, full recoveries expected. We now raise a glass in memory of Mr. Potter. He died to save us all."
The occupants of the Great Hall all raised their glasses. "To Harry Potter!"
As they lowered their goblets, a sob was heard from the Slytherin table. Hermione, one of the few people who had known about the secret relationship between Harry and the now broken boy, got out of her seat and ran over to him. Sitting in an empty seat beside him, she pulled the crying boy into her embrace, tears also flowing down her cheeks.
The students and teachers, with the exception of Dumbledore and Snape, stared in shock. Draco Malfoy, the epitome of aloofness, was crying helplessly on the shoulder of a Gryffindor – one of Harry Potter's best friends – over the death of the Golden Boy himself! Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes had lost their twinkle and Professor Snape had gotten out of his seat and was walking towards the pair. He too had known about the relationship and knew how hard this must be for Draco.
Supported by the two, Draco made his way out of the Hall only to sink to the floor just outside of the doors.
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Although Harry was happy to see his family again, he still felt empty. He missed Draco. Oh Merlin, how he missed the boy.
But no matter how much Harry wanted to be with him, he wanted Draco to live a long and prosperous life.
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A few days later, Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "There is nothing physically wrong with him. He just seems to have lost his will to live."
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Draco saw a bright light and took a hesitant step towards it. A shape appeared, and he took a few more steps before he could distinguish the outline of a man. Gasping, he realized who it was just moments before he took off running. The second the two met, Harry swept Draco up in a fierce hug, tears soaking both of their cheeks.
Kissing Harry fiercely before clinging to his love – his soul mate – Draco realized something.
He was home.