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Song – A man for all seasons, Robbie Williams


'Shit, why the fuck did I do that!' Harry said to himself quietly as he laid in his bed early on Sunday morning, The sun had started to peep though the curtains of Harry's bed, he laid there still looking wide eyed at the canopy above him like he had been doing for most of the previous night.

Harry had been the first one back to the dorm last night, after leaving Draco's room he had run full pelt back to his dorm not once looking back, he had passed a few questioning students and a meowing Mrs. Norris before he had made it back to his room, and upon doing so he fell onto his bed, magically closed his hangings and laid there wide eyed for the whole night trying to find a reason for what he had done.

He had just wanted to help didn't he? He didn't do it for any other reasons did he? Harry had been running these thoughts through his mind trying to find an answer, but so far he was just pulling a blank. Harry felt the need to help Draco, but did he feel something more? He had always assumed that he was attracted to girls, he had liked Cho and Ginny so he couldn't be attracted to Draco, could he?

Harry heard the bird outside tapping at the window again, he closed his tired eyes and rubbed them in annoyance. The bird tapped at the window again. "Okay I'm coming!" Harry said getting up off the bed from where he was still fully dressed, he walked towards the window opening it, the instant that he did a smart tawny owl flew inside, landing on Harry's bed stead it looked towards him expectantly holding out his foot towards him, Harry took the small scroll from the owl's outstretched leg. It hooted once and flew back out the window. Harry turned the scroll over in his hands.

'Who's this from?' Harry thought looking at the small red wax seal that held the scroll closed, it had a coat of arms that he didn't recognise on. 'Strange.' Harry thought turning the light paper in his hands again. Harry went back to his bed and sat down on the edge of the bed staring at the scroll trying to work out who it was from, there was no one that would be writing to him, Mrs. Weasley might, or another member of the family, fans and admirers might, but all of those would arrive a breakfast, this one was sent to his dorm to find his directly and privately, someone that didn't want to attract attention to their correspondence. Harry gave up trying to guess and instead opted for opening it. Without thinking of testing it for curses he broke the seal and unrolled the parchment, he read the words that were written there, when he had finished his mouth was slack open in shock.

"What the hell!"


It was 3:00 am, Draco rolled over in bed, once again for the 3rd time that night he had woken up after the image of Harry's kiss had run though his semi-conscious mind. He punched his pillow trying to get into a more comfortable position, nothing was working, he had tried reading, a glass of hot milk, hot coco, and he had even tried counting sheep, still he could not get the image of Harry kissing him out of his mind.

It didn't make sense, he and Harry had been enemies for over seven years, and now he was trying to help him, and not only help him by the way he acted last night. 'Maybe it was the drink' Draco thought remembering the slight taste of alcohol on Harry's lips, not that Draco was tasting Harry or anything. Draco wacked his pillow again in annoyance. What Harry did made no sense, once minute they were fighting, the next he kissed him. What was he going to do?

Draco finally gave up with sleep knowing that he needed to so do something about it. He got up and walked over to his desk, he was going to do this the only way that he was sure how, to write Harry a letter. He took the seat at his desk, pulled a scroll of parchment towards himself, picked up his quill, uncorked his ink bottle, dipped quill in the ink, and there he froze holding the quill over the parchment not knowing how to start or even how to end.

Dear Potter,

'No!' Draco thought putting a line through this and starting again.

Dear Potter,

Harry Potter

'Nope!'

Dear Potter,

Harry Potter

Potter

'No!' Draco thought getting more frustrated.

Dear Potter,

Harry Potter

Potter

Scarface

Draco huffed, screwing up the piece of paper and throwing it behind him in a perfect shot into the bin. Draco continued this for a while getting steadily more tired, finally he thought he had it.

Potter

Now there was only the matter of writing the rest. Draco groaned slamming his head down on the desk in a very un-Malfoish way.

"Owch!" He said rubbing the spot where his head had hit the desk.

Draco took a deep breath and continued writing, finally after countless tries and a lot of wasted parchment that was scattered around his bin he had it.

Potter,

I do not understand your motives of trying , as you call it, to 'help me'. I appreciate the gesture and after much thought I have concluded that yes I do need to be helped. I do not know why you took the decision to respond to me the way you did last night, but I want to make it clear that any agreement that we have will to be friends, that's what I need, someone to talk to.

Malfoy.

He read through it once and nodded, that was simple direct and held no strings. He took his tawny owl that he kept in his room out of its cage.

"Take this to Harry Potter, 7th year Gryffindor dorm." Draco said as gave the owl the scroll that he had sealed with the traditional Malfoy seal. The bird hooted, nipping him on the finger and flew off out of the window that was magically enchanted to exist below ground level. Draco sat down at his desk again taking a quick look at the time 7:03 am, Draco sighed, his head falling back on the desk, Draco was asleep in seconds from pure exhaustion.


Harry read the letter again, eyes going wide. Draco wanted to be friends! After everything that happened! After what Harry had done last night! Harry's head was spinning. He picked up and quill and scribbled a quick answer on the back of the parchment, he changed his clothes and then started to make his way up to the owlerly. When he reached the top of the tower where the owls were kept Harry scanned the rows of sleeping owls trying to decide what owl to use, he couldn't use Pig as Ron might notice if his bird delivered a letter to Draco, Harry looked at the birds feeling an ache for his old pet Hedwig wishing that he could have saved her, or at least given her a proper burial.

Harry finally chose a non-descript brown barn owl to deliver his letter telling the bird to take the letter to Draco, the bird flew out of the window and out over the grounds. Harry closed his eyes yarning widely, he stretched and walked back to his dorm when he promptly collapsed on his bed asleep still fully closed.


"Mm..."

"Stop that it tickles..."

"Hey stop that it hurts..."

"OUCH!" Draco jumped up out of the seat he had fallen to sleep in with a piece of parchment stuck to his cheek. He removed the offending piece of parchment and turned to glare at the brown owl that was perched on his desk holding out its leg towards him with a scroll attached to it. Draco glanced at his clock, it was 9:23 am, he groaned and rubbed the area of his head that the bird was pecking attempting to wake him out. Draco glared at the bird and took the scroll from its foot without another word sneering when he noticed that it was his seal that was broken on the parchment. Draco unrolled it and scanned his eyes to the bottom of the page where there was a untidy scrawl.

Friends.

Draco's sneer pulled into a smile for a few moments before he grimaced from the pounding in his head. He stood up stretched out of his awkward position that he had been sleeping in, Draco walked over to his bathroom and started running the water in his shower until it was so hot it scorched his skin. He got into the shower revelling under the scorching water that was waking him up from his sleepy state, a smile on his hansom features.


The weekend had passed quickly for all of them, most of the 7th years were suffering from hangovers, everyone was sleepy and tired, falling to sleep now and again swapping stories from the night before.

"Why are they looking at me?" Harry asked Ron looking round the common room.

"Don't know." Ron said shrugging. "You are the one who defeated Voldemort, maybe that's the reason, wouldn't be the first time." Ron said laughing as Harry mock glared at him.

Harry had felt eyes on his back all day, he noticed that they were all girls who were giving him sympathetic looks. "It's annoying, so what if I did, it's nothing to look at me for." Harry said disgruntled.

"At least you can use it to get some dates." Ron said chuckling.

"Yeah I really want to go on a date with someone that will sit there asking me questions like what's my idea of a perfect date, or just staring at me in amazement." Harry said rolling his eyes.

"Don't knock it till you tired it mate." Ron said giving Harry a cheeky grin which Harry answered with hitting Ron lightly on the arm trying not to laugh.


The next day Harry woke up stretching, he got ready for the day and walked down stairs to the half full common room on his way down to breakfast, a tune started as he came to the last few steps and those in the common room watched as Harry started to walk, his stride slightly longer than how it was usually, his ropes blowing out behind him, his hands in his pocket looking as if he was moving in slow motion as the people in the common room started to sing.

'One eye on the shadows, protecting his fellows,
From sun up till the moon on his back.'

'Sending villains to Hades, a hit with the ladies,' Seamus sung elbowing Dean who were both standing in the common room watching as Harry walked towards the entrance through the middle of the common room.

'A stallion, in the sack.' A fifth year Gryffindor girl added making people look around at her questioningly.

'You can't get your life back, when right follows left Jack,
The more you see, the less you know.
When others would leak it, his service is secret.
Plays God when it's your time to go.'

The portrait hole opened smoothly as if it had become an automatic door, those in the common room were still singing following him out into the common room watching as he disappeared round the corner.

'Queen and country safe and sound, with villains six feet under ground.
And no one knows cause no ones found any trace of a man for all seasons.
Loves 'em and leaves 'em alone....so alone
And you and I wouldn't have a clue, whose doing what, why, when and who, up the creek with no canoe,
watch out for the man for all seasons, loves 'em and leaves 'em alone......so
alone but safe at home'

Harry continued to walk those in the corridors turning around as he walked past them, singing.

'From the House of Lords saving Norfolk broads,
Commoners and landed gentry.'

Ron and Hermione came out from the crowd on either side of Harry flanking him on both sides standing half a step back so he was still leading them down the corridor.

'His word is Bond with a brunette or blonde, baby its so elementry
For the man never ends, stop your life with one stare,
See the film, you'll know how it goes
but this aint no fiction, just check the diction, Qquid pro quo, a pro's pro.'

'Hey fellas, don't be jealous, when they made him they broke the mold.
So charismatic, with an automatic,
Never prematurely shooting his load, Pow!' The girls in the corridor sung, with some swooning as Harry passed, strutting as he walked through the corridors the crowds parting when he walked towards them.

'Queen and country safe and sound, with villains six feet under ground.
And no one knows cause no ones found any trace of a man for all seasons.
Loves 'em and leaves 'em alone....so alone
And you and I wouldn't have a clue whose doing what, why when and who, up the creek with no canoe,
watch out for the man for all seasons, loves 'em and leaves 'em alone......so
alone (but safe at home)'

Ginny, Neville, Luna, Seamus and Dean joined walking behind Harry like some personal body guard parade. They reached the top of the marble staircase in the entrance hall, the students looked up towards Harry as he stood there at the top of the staircase for a few moments before walking slowly down them, many of the girls leaning over the banister at the top of the stairs to get a better look at Harry.

'Queen and country safe and sound, with villains six feet under ground.
And no one knows cause no ones found any trace of a man for all seasons.
Loves 'em and leaves 'em alone....so alone'

Harry entered the great Hall followed by his friends and the rest of the students who were outside in the entrance hall.

'And you and I wouldn't have a clue whose doing what, why when and who, up the creek with no canoe,
watch out for the man for all seasons, loves 'em and leaves 'em alone......so
alone (but safe at home) '

Harry sat down in his seat at the Gryffindor table as the music faded away. The rest of the students sat down too, a few of the girls looked at Harry dreamily fluttering their eyelashes at him. Once the music stooped Harry looked up with a horribly confused look on his face, looking at Ron, Hermione, then at Ginny. They held his eyes for a few seconds each before bursting out laughing.

"What the hell was that about?" Harry asked looking around the room, seeing that some people were staring at him.

"Well Harry, that's something that we should be asking you, that spell allows those inner feeling to be shown on the outside." Ginny said grinning at Harry.

"I had a dream that I was James Bond last night." Harry said slowly. Hermione Dean, and Seamus snorted trying not to laugh, Ginny, Neville and Ron all looked blank.

"Who?" Neville asked looking at Hermione, Dean and Seamus who burst into laughter after that.

"The secret agent who walks around in the suit with loads of gadgets." Harry said looking between the three blank faces.

Hermione managed to get her laughing under control. "A secret agent is like an aurora, he wears a suit and has gadgets that are like interesting muggle contraptions that aid him in his work, and all the girls love him." Hermione explain, trying and failing to not burst out laughing, Ginny, Ron and Neville joined in laughing too.

"Why did you dream something like that?" Ginny asked when she stopped laughing.

"I don't know, hasn't everyone dreamed that they were a secret agent or a superhero." Harry asked looking at his friends for reassurance.

"Yeah but not since we hit puberty." Dean joked causing the others to laugh again.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Shut up." He said grabbing some food and piling it onto his plate before digging in. Harry looked up feeling eye's on him, his eyes met pale grey ones that were sitting across from Harry at the Slytherin table. When Harry met his eyes Draco raised one eye brow and inclined his head slightly, Harry gave a slight nod back before returning to his breakfast.


"So Potter what was that about?" A drawling voice sounded to Harry's left making him start.

Harry looked up from the book that he was reading startled to see the blonde boy standing there before him.

Harry reddened slightly at the question. "I erm, don't know, I'm sorry about that, it was rather a strange way to react wasn't it."

Draco's eyebrows fused together as he frowned. "I was talking about the singing Potter." He said slowly.

Harry reddened even more at this. "Oh right that." Harry looked down at the table shook his head slightly to get control over his blushing before looking back at Draco. "It was nothing just a dream that I had last night."

Draco smirked. "Can I join you?" Harry looked around at all the empty tables that surrounded them. "Friends sit together don't they?" Draco asked raising one eyebrow slightly still smirking.

"I guess so." Harry said indicating for Draco to sit down in the seat opposite to him.

"Thank you Potter." Draco said sitting down, opening his bag and taking out the books that he would be using. "An aurora?" He asked raising his eyebrow slightly again.

"What about it?" Harry said moving the career information leaflet so that it was covered by his open text book.

"Nothing, I just imaged you wanting a different career path." Draco said shrugging.

"Malfoy, I am the one that defeated the greatest Dark Lord of our time, I think that sends me in a certain career direction." Harry said smirking this time.

"I would understand that if the Dark Lord was still alive, but he's not, do you not think that you have completed the career path of a dark wizard catcher?" Draco asked.

"What do you suggest that I do then?" Harry asked trying not to laugh at the weirdness of the situation, Harry Potter asking Draco Malfoy for career advice.

"Become a professional Quidditch player." Draco suggested. "Just a wild thought that one."

Harry laughed. "And who would I play for?"

"Who do you support?" Draco said redirecting the question.

"No one in particular." Harry said shrugging.

Draco gaped, un-Malfoy like, at Harry. "You, Harry Potter, the best seeker that Hogwarts has seen in years does not have a team that they support?"

"No what's wrong with that I didn't get opportunity to watch Quidditch during the summer while I was with my muggle family."

Draco continued to gape. "What about the Winbourne Wasps, Chudley Cannons, Pride of Portree?"

"They are good teams." Harry agreed. "But I don't favour one in particular."

"I can't believe that." Draco said leaning back down to his bag and rifling through it.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked leaning over the desk trying to see what Draco was looking for.

"This." Draco said coming back up, he was clutching a magazine which looked to be Quidditch weekly.

"Why?" Harry asked looking amused.

"To show you what you are missing out on." He said opening the magazine. "See this, you can't tell me that you haven't been waiting for this model to come out." Draco said pointing at the new boom that was being released at the start of December. "The Firebolt 200. It can go faster, it has increased precision handling, anti curse and charm barriers, everything."

"And probably a pretty big price tag too." Harry commented rolling his eyes at the magazine.

"So what you don't want to have the best broom just because it is expensive? I wouldn't think that someone like you with the fortunes of the Potter's and Gryffindor's at your disposal you would need to think about the cost much."

"And the Black's." Harry said quietly.

"What?" Draco asked confused.

"I also inherited the Black fortune." Harry said tuning to look at Draco who was now wide eyed.

"That's why we didn't inherit it." Draco said amazed. "Why did you get it?"

"He was my godfather." Harry said simply.

"You can't have known him he was on the run, well he was before the whole incident at the Minstery." Draco said indignantly.

Harry smiled. "I kind of smuggled him out on Buckbeak during our third year after hearing what really happened."

"You, you are the reason that the Hippogriff was not beheaded?" Harry nodded. "So that means that he was there at the Minstery to help you?" Harry nodded again. "Oh." Draco looked back down at the page of the magazine. "So you got everything?"

"Including the house and the house elf."

"That was why they were sending people to the Black house to look for you." Draco said realisation flooding his face.

"Yeah, didn't you know about this?" Harry asked thinking it strange that Draco had not been told about Harry's inheritance of his

"No." Draco said tingeing pink. "I wasn't allowed to ask questions and they never told me." There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Draco turned back to the picture of the broom. "So you have the Potter, Gryffindor, and Black fortune's, I'm sure you can afford this broom, you must have nearly the same amount of funds as the Malfoy's!" Draco looked shocked blinking slowly. "All for yourself... And you don't want to buy a new broom! Why?!" Draco exploded making a few of the people that had taken a seat in the library to turn around and look at them.

"Because Malfoy I do not feel the need to have the best of everything to add to my already over large ego like you." Harry said in a low amused voice eyeing the people that were looking at them.

"I do not have an over large ego Potter!" Draco exclaimed again.

"So you are just making up for smaller things?" Harry asked mockingly leaning back in his chair and looking Draco up and down in feigned interest.

"According to the singing that you set off this morning seems like you are too." Draco retorted. "And Potter please take your mind out of my pants." Draco said smirking causing Harry to blush slightly.

"Anyway, I already have a good broom." Harry said trying to get away from Draco's comment.

"But you've had it for what 5 years, and this is the one that is going to be used by all the teams in the world cup next year."

"Actually the firebolt that I have now I've only had a few months I lost mine whilst being chased by your dad and his cloaked friends."

"Oh." Draco stopped short not knowing what to say. "Why did you choose the firebolt again and not a newer model like the Nimbus 3000?"

"Sentimental value." Harry said, Draco looked confused. "I didn't buy the firebolt the first time; it was a Christmas present from Sirius."

"How did he get that to you he?"

"That's a story for another time Malfoy." Harry said turning back to his work and picking up his quill again.

"Think about it though." Draco said folding the magazine away.

"What, becoming a Quidditch player? Picking a Quidditch team? Getting a new broom?" Harry asked watching Draco think.

"All." Draco replied.

Harry bent his head back over his work and started to write, Draco watched him, watching as Harry's face frowned in concentration as he wrote. Draco shook his head and started on his own work. The two boys worked in silence for the rest of the lesion, Harry mulled over what Draco said. Maybe Draco was right, he had fought his battles, maybe he should have a career in something that he really enjoyed, why had he never considered this before, he guess he had just assumed that war would not be over before he left Hogwarts, and now it had he truly had his whole life ahead of him to do whatever he wanted. As this realisation hit him he smiled, he didn't realise this till now, why was that? 'Fuck I need a place to live!'


"Harry what are you doing?" Hermione asked a week later as she watched Harry in his bed looking over designs for wall paper, flooring, kitchen tops, furniture, and even curtains.

"Hermione do you know what this means?" Harry asked as he looked between two colours of paint that to him looked exactly alike. "What's the difference between cream and white?"

Hermione sighed. "Harry what are you doing?" Hermione asked again.

"I've decided to fix up Sirius home." Harry said smiling at her.

"Erm why?" Hermione asked confused.

"Because it's my home."

"What do you mean it's you home?" Hermione asked thinking of the dark slightly damp place.

"I'm going to move in, permanently, I'm re-decorating the house so that its inhabitable, Kreature is going to help me decide on the decoration, it should be finished by Christmas holidays, magical decoration are very quick." Harry said smiling at her.

"What about the Burrow aren't you going there for Christmas?"

"I'm going there for Christmas day but I can't spend all my time round Ron's I need a place to live when I leave here, so why not Sirius house, he left it to me, and it feels more like home than Privet Drive ever did." Harry explained.

Hermione stood up and walked over to his bed to sit down next to him. "Why don't you do this once you have left then?" She asked looking at the different decorations and designs that Harry was trying to get his head around.

"I don't want to impose anymore on Ron's family, I want a home, my home, I've never had that, and now I have my whole life, I want one." Harry explained.

"Oh Harry, you don't impose, they love you like you were their own son." Hermione said putting her arm round her friends shoulders.

"I know I don't, and I know it sounds strange but I want a place of my own." Harry smiled at her signalling that he was fine.

"Have you told Ron?" Hermione asked, watching as Harry let his eyes drop before coming back up to look at her brown ones a sheepish grin on his face. "Harry you have to soon, he thinks you're coming over for Christmas." Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"I will, I just want to start on the re-decorating first, you're welcome to come and stay with me if you want, you're not staying at the Burrow are you?"

"No, I'm going to Australia for the holidays where my parents are to stay with them, I think it's important to spend as much time possible with them after what I did, they are a bit protective over me now." Hermione said laughing.

"Once the danger is gone they want to keep you locked up." Harry laughed. "I'll send your gift to you then."

"What are you getting me?" Hermione asked teasingly.

"You wait and see." Harry said. 'Shit presents!'

"Hey, hey what is all this." Ron said as he walked though into the dorm room. Hermione and Harry turned to look at Ron who was standing leaning on his bed post his arms folded over his chest a grin on his face. "I come up to my dorm and find my girlfriend with her arms around my best friend on his bed, if I wasn't so sure of my good looks then I would be worried." Ron joked.

Hermione got up and wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. "Ronald you know Harry is like the brother I never had." Hermione said smiling at her boyfriends antics. Harry rolled his eyes magically packing away all the catalogues that he had stretched out on his bed.

"We better be off to the careers convention in the great hall." Harry said pulling on a jumped over his school shirt trying to ignore the loved up expression on his two best friends faces.

"Yeah let's go." Ron said leading Hermione down to the great hall by her hand. "What stalls are you going to visit?" Ron asked the others as they walked.

"I'm going have a look at the auror stall, and maybe the magical defence department." Harry said, putting his hands in his pocket looking at the floor his and Draco's conversation from a week ago running though his head.

"I'm going to see magical healing, auror, arithmancy, Magical law enforcement, unspeakable..." Hermione was saying, the two boys drowned out her list of basically all the careers that would be represented. Harry continued to look at the floor thinking trying to imagine himself hunting down and looking for dark wizards for the rest of his life, for some reason it didn't fill him with a feeling of wanting, he then imagined himself flying around a Quidditch pitch with his name written on the back of his uniform, his stomach became slightly lighter at the thought and Harry smiled. This image of himself flying round the Quidditch pitch gave over to one of two young children running up to him one with stunning blonde hair and green eyes, and the other with messy black hair and pale grey eyes, Harry felt his stomach become lighter as he caught the children in his arms picking them up and hugging them close to himself, he looked up and came face to face with a blonde haired grey eyes man standing before him grinning at Harry happiness shining through his eyes.

Harry stopped dead his thoughts crashing back down to earth, 'Malfoy?', Harry thought. 'That can't be right; I didn't just imagine myself having a family with Malfoy did I?' Harry asked himself shocked.

"Hey Harry you coming?" Ron called to his friend who was now a few meters behind him.

Harry shook his head recovering from his shock and looked up at Hermione and Ron's expectant faces. "Yeah coming." He caught up with them as they entered the great hall together to be greeted with an afternoon of career advice for all 6th and 7th years.

"I'll see you later." Hermione said pecking Ron on the cheek and dragging Harry off in the direction of the auror stall. Hermione picked up a few of the leaflets and started to look though them a excited smile on her face. "Oooh, look here Harry , it says that the auror training takes another year and then you start as an apprentice to an experienced auror doesn't that sound exciting!" She said thrusting the leaflet towards Harry and pointing at the page that she was looking at.

"Yeah, fascinating." Harry said only slightly enthusiastic, his mind not completely concentrated on what she was saying but on the daydream that he had just had.

"You don't look fascinated." Hermione said realizing her friends reluctance. "What's up, this is what you want isn't it?"

"I think it is." Harry replied biting down his bottom lip.

"What's up then?" Hermione asked looking worriedly into his eyes.

"I've just been thinking about stuff, it's nothing really." Harry said waving her question off.

"Tell me wha..." Hermione started to say before she was interrupted by an older wizard dressed in navy blue robes.

"I see Mr. Potter has found his way to my stall." The wizard said holding his hand out in greeting, Harry shook it pulling a strained smile at the man who introduced himself. "I'm Fredric Wilson, auror second class, I was hoping to meet you, are you interested in the career as an auror?"

"Yes." Harry said politely.

"With your past what else would you be interested in." The wizard joked, Harry pulled a tight smile again. "Are you interested in the career as well young lady?" He asked turning to Hermione who upon being addressed turned her gazed away from Harry and unto the Wizard before her.

"Yes I am, among others." She said smiling. "Tell me what extra skills will be learned during the year course, and is there any opportunity to specialize in a certain field?"

"The skills that you will learn are advanced potion making, usually the kind of..." Fredric Wilson said addressing Hermione, Harry took this moment to sneak away from the stall needed some time alone to think.

He walked through the crowd of busily chatting students who were stopping by various stalls and picking up information. Harry was too caught up in wanting to get out of the crowd and into the grounds to notice a figure heading straight towards him, their head in a leaflet not looking at where they were going. "Ouch!" Harry said as he walked into something hard that caused both him and the object to fall over. He opened his eyes and sat up looking at what he walked into. "Malfoy." Harry said looking at the blonde boy who had dropped his leaflets on the floor when he tumbled over too.

"Potter watch where you are going!" Draco said scrambling to pick up the pieces of paper that he had dropped. Harry lent forward to help.

"It was your fault too, why don't you watch where you are going?" Harry asked as he stood up handing several of Draco's dropped leaflets to him.

"I wouldn't have to if this room wasn't so bloody crowded." Draco complained looking at the packed hall then back at Harry. "Let's say we get out of here Potter." Harry nodded in agreement and they both pushed themselves through the crowd walking in the direction of the grounds. Both boys once outside headed towards the lake in silence both knowing where they were heading without needing to confirm it with the other. Once they reached the white marble tomb of their old headmaster they sat down on the soft ground in front of the tomb.

"Law huh?" Harry asked looking down at the words printed on the top of the leaflets that Draco was holding.

"Yeah, I've wanted to do law for a while, or become a potions master, one of the two." Draco said dropping the paper on the floor and looking at Harry who was looking at the ground picking at the grass. "I don't know how many people would like to be represented by a Malfoy though now, and I doubt that I would be allowed to work in the Minstery." Draco said bitterly.

"Hmm." Harry said still picking at the ground.

"Potter what's wrong?" Draco asked looking at Harry's defeated expression.

"Nothing." Harry said not looking at Draco.

"I know you better than that Potter, being your enemy meant that I had to learn how to read your moods so I knew when to wreck your day, now tell me what's up, that's what friends are meant to do aren't they?" Draco said leaning back on his hands.

Harry sighed. "I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"What I'm meant to do, I've got no meaning left I fulfilled my purpose I never thought that I would be here still standing afterwards and now I don't know what I want." Harry said running his hands though his hair.

Draco snorted. "Potter, you have not fulfilled your purpose."

"Yes I have, I was the chosen one and now there is nothing to be chosen for."

"So, you're not special anymore, you have no divine purpose, welcome to the place that I like to call the real world." Draco said sarcastically.

"Like you would know anything of the real world." Harry retorted. "You have always had your money and family name to hide behind, you believed that you would survive this long, I didn't, I hardly planned anything a month before just in case something happened happed there was always a high chance that I would fall down dead any moment, and now the threat has gone how do I choose something to do for the rest of my life, how do I make those choices."

"True I did have my family name to hide behind, but not anymore, everyone in the wizening world hates me, apart from you it seems. I thought that I would live a long life up till two years ago when I was asked to become a Death Eater, I don't know how to choose something to do for the rest of my life so I'm just trying to go along with it, keep a brave face, try and make the right choices." Draco looked at the upset boy before him and sighed. "Harry." He said slowly placing his hand on Harry's shoulder not too sure if this is the right thing to be doing. Harry looked up at the sound of his name, face to face with Draco who was now inches closer to him. Harry gulped the image of his day dream flashing in front of his eyes. "Harry, I don't know why you are upset, but you have the rest of your life in front of you, I know it must be overwhelming right now to know that after resigning yourself to an early grave but you owe it to everyone that fought and died in the war, you owe it to yourself to live, and live a life that you want and not what you think people expect." Draco said trying to be comforting. "That's why I have requested for several Quidditch scouts to attend the Slytherin and Gryffindor match next weekend." Draco said taking his hand off of Harry's shoulder.

Harry blinked at Draco. "Quidditch scouts why?"

"I know you, you would have never asked a scout to come or gone to a tryout if it was not something people expected you to do." Draco said smirking. "You can be too much of a hero for your own good sometimes Potter."

"So it's Potter again." Harry said amused and touched by Draco's gesture.

"I was only trying to comfort my friend." Draco said standing up seeing that Harry was much happier than before.

Harry gave a short laugh. "Thanks Draco." Harry said mockingly.

"Anytime." Draco said starting to walk off. "Play good Potter." Draco called over his shoulder as he walked back to the castle leaving Harry laying down in the cool slightly damp grass closing his eyes feeling a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him feel lighter than he had done all day as if the worried and regrets he had been carrying around had suddenly been lifted.


That was a long chapter, I hope everything is clear about who was singing what and what day it was and everything, it now should be the start of November at Hogwarts, thanks for reading. When Draco was writing the letter the other starting attempts were meant to be crossed out, but it didn't come up on here, sorry.