Author's Note: Final installment for you, enjoy!
Harry stared up at the canopy as he caught his breath. "What are we going to do?"
"Do you really need to ask that?" Draco purred, running a possessive hand down the brunet's torso.
"Not that," he retorted. "We're good at that. I mean everything else," he continued, shifting until he faced the blonde. "I mean, I'm the Boy-Who-Lived and you're the son of a Death Eater."
Draco regarded him solemnly. "Do you want me to join the light side?" Harry scrunched his nose. "What are you thinking?"
"Dumbledore has as much blood on his hands as Voldemort-" he cut off as Draco flinched. "Seriously?"
"When he was at the height of his power, if you said his name, you triggered a spell that summoned him or his followers to you," the blonde explained.
"I think we're safe in Hogwarts, since no one can apparate – and he'd only assume it was the Headmaster." He paused. "Where was I? Oh yeah, as much blood on his hands, and he expects his followers to obey and die for him, without giving them all the information."
"That's what leaders do."
"Why?" Harry demanded.
"So you don't want to follow either?"
"If there was a third option, I'd take it. Unless of course Fudge was involved. He's a pompous, useless idiot."
Draco snorted. "True." He stroked the brunet's waist. "We could make our own path."
"We could do that?"
"It's what they did. They decided to lead, and were charismatic enough to gain followers."
"Hmm. We'd need to sway others to our way of thinking."
"I could sway the traditionalists, and you could sway the new-thinkers. And, if we persuade our generation, we prevent either one of them from swelling their ranks."
Harry sighed. "If it wasn't for the fact that innocents would get caught in the crossfire, I'd be tempted to let them battle it out amongst themselves."
"Innocents?"
"You don't seriously think they'd pick a neutral battlefield, do you? It'd either be here, if the Death Eaters could get in, or somewhere else equally grandiose with lots of bystanders."
"I'm sure we could find a way to prevent that."
Harry smiled wryly. "Actually, I think I have something to help you stop the traditionalists from joining the ranks."
"Oh?"
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Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore stared at each other across a table just wide enough, that neither could physically reach the other over its surface while seated.
Draco stepped out of the shadows, stopping a hands-width from the pair. "I wouldn't try any spells, you will find I am immune," he advised as he produced two sheets of parchment with a flourish. He set one in front of each. "You are both going to sign that, in blood," he stated.
"Oh?" Voldemort drawled.
"Yes."
"Why would we do that, my boy?" Dumbledore asked, his voice kindly.
"Because neither of you will win rule over Wizarding Britain," he stated. "So rather than let you battle it out amongst the followers you currently have, each side killing the other until only the two of you are left to have your final showdown, you are each going to surrender."
"Is that so?"
Harry stepped out of the shadows, opposite the blonde. "We made sure of it," he stated. Both adults stared at him.
"We have ensured that neither of you will gain any new followers, and some whose support you counted on are now loyal to us," Draco continued, lips curved upward smugly.
"We are going to create a new world, a better world for all," Harry finished.
"So you each have two choices; you can sign that document, or you will be sealed in this room."
"You can't-"
"You'll find that we can Headmaster," Harry interrupted. "We found an old magical ritual, designed to help bring a peaceful end to an all-encompassing conflict like ours."
"Whereby either the rulers of each faction willingly sign a peace treaty, or they alone are left to die for their beliefs," Draco finished. "Choose wisely. If you have not signed that document in blood in the next nine minutes, you will be sealed in this room until both of you are dead."
Harry held out his hand, and Draco went to his side, both of them left the room hand in hand. The door closed with a resounding thud. "Do you think we should have told them both of them need to sign?" he asked the blonde.
Draco grinned. "They're smart enough to figure that out for themselves. It's now down for them to decide if they can live with the fact two teenagers cut their power off at the knees, or whether they will prefer to go out in a blaze of glory that only they will know about."
Harry's nose scrunched. "It could go either way, but whatever they choose, they can't get in our way anymore."
"True," Draco murmured, wrapping an arm around the brunet.
"This wasn't how I thought this year would go," he murmured, leaning against the blonde.
"It's better." Harry smiled and shifted so he could offer his mouth to the blonde for a kiss.
Author's Note Two: You can decide for yourselves which choice Voldie and Dumbles make.