Z is for Zenith
AN: This is sort of a totally different direction from all the other chapters and it felt fitting since this is the end. :,)
Once upon a time, there was a very lonely man*. He lived up on a mountain top by himself with no one to talk to or play with. The man was very powerful and had the ability to make many things and was also ageless and would never die. One say, he decided to try to make something that could keep him company. So, the many took some clay, molded it, and brought to life the very first mouse. The small creature was a constant companion of his and never left his side. He even made a new body for the mouse, one that looked like him with legs and arms and dubbed him a human. As time went on, the man became bored with just him and the human, so he suggested they make another. And another. And another. After many years, there were many different humans roaming around; different skin colors, heights, hair colors, eye colors. However, the man did not forsee that these differences could cause any trouble. There was a bloody war held between those with pale skin and hair and those with dark skin and hair. Nobody won the war, instead the world was split in two with the man and first human's island as a neutral, division point.
Centuries passed and strife between both sides were always high, never ceasing. However, one day many years later, a man washed up on the shore with light skin and blond hair on the wrong side. The ship he had been traveling on had been blown off course during a storm and the ship destroyed. It was a miracle he was even alive. Whent he man came to, he was in a house, a man with dark hair and tan skin tending to his wounds and nursing him back to health. Being too weak to fight, the blond man had let the other do as he wished, but vowed to kill him once he had the strength. The man's name was Harry and he was a fisherman's son. He had found him on the shore checking the fishing lines. The man told harry his name was Draco, but nothing else. Weeks went by and Draco slowly regained his strength with help from Harry. He discovered however, that he could never quite bring himself to harm Harry. "Tomorrow," He would think, "I will kill him tomorrow for my people." The day never came and both boys slowly drew closer and closer until Draco realized in abject horror that he was in love with the kind of person he had been raised to hate.
Fearing his own feelings, Draco told Harry that he must return to his people. Harry had just smiled sadly and offered him a ship to help him return home, even going as far as to offer to steer. The two set off the next door, Harry navigating the seas like a pro while Draco amired him. When they reached the shores of his homeland, Draco snuck Harry into his house for one night so the man could rest. That night however, the two felt a strange desperation and embraced passionately, making love as if they were going to perish the next morning if they did not. As the moon reached it's zenith Draco whispered three words to Harry who instantly reciprocated. When he awaoke that morning however, Harry was already gone. Only a strand of ebony hair remained that Draco placed into his pocket watch to keep with him. Months past and Draco found it hard to return to his regular routine, his mind always on his black haired beauty. He was passing through the town square one day, absent-mindedly, when loud cries and jeers were heard from a crowd to his left. He looked over and felt his heart stop beating for a few seconds.
Standing there on the parapet, was a man. The man's clothes were torn and ragged with dirt, falling off him from his decimated, starved state. The man's hair was long and uncared for, falling over his tear-filled green eyes. Right before him stood Harry, about to be stoned to death. Draco was terrified as he raced closer to the execution site. If he were to stop this, he would be branded a traitor and also killed. But if he didn't . . . Draco ran forward crying "STOP!" He explained the whole story, beginning to end to the crowd. But it wasn't enough for them. Draco was tied up and stood beside Harry, ready to die. Draco brought his bound hands over Harry's head and held him tight as the townsfolk prepared the stones. As the first one soared towards them, Draco squeezed his eyes shut and wished with all his might that they would be saved.
When Draco and Harry next came to, the man stood before them. They knew they were dead, yet they did not care all that much, their hands clasped and held tightly. The man told them that their love was the reason he stopped them from moving on. He explained that he was tired of seeing the people he created killing one another over something so ridiculous. As the man talked, the first human came and stood next him, his hand lightly covering his bicep. Then, the man told Draco and Harry that he was moving on to the afterlife, and that he wanted them to take over his duties. He was certain that these two could bring the world back together again, the way it was meant to be. As the man and first human left the corporeal world, the two left behind were filled with trepidation. There was an entire world of people out there, and they were supposed to bring them together?
It took many, many years and mistakes but finally the man's dream was realized. After continuous battles, struggles, and arguments Harry and Draco managed to bring both worlds to a peaceful Haven. From then on, Draco and Harry watched over the humans, spreading their love and their hope throughout both clans and keeping the peace. Their love was what brought them together, and it was what would keep the clans at peace. Forever.
The man- *Insert God of choice here* Basically.
Farewell note: Well, this is it! That is the last Drarry Alphabet one-shot :'D I'm thinking of doing an IPOD shuffle collection, but this is the last chapter of my first ever fanfic. on the site! And I have so many awesome reviews and comments I'm taking with me. And not one flame or troll! XD I call this fanfiction: successful.