This is the last chapter. I have finished it! Just a quick note, if you listen to the music as you read the lyrics with the story it may be more powerful so I suggest that you do this. Hope you like it!

Song: Seasons of Love - Rent


A light morning dew had settled on the soft ground of Hogwarts's. Spring brought the promise of warm weather, the wind a soft warming breeze instead of a harsh icy gale. One loan student could be seen at the early hours of this spring morning, his platinum blonde hair glinting as the morning sun hit it. His face was cool and expressionless apart from a small glint within his pale grey eyes. Draco swung his broom round quickly, his arm outstretched. He smiled in triumph as his hand closed around the tiny gold ball. He held it for a short while, watching it flap its wings furiously against his hands before releasing it back into the air before following its path a few moments later. This was how Draco has spent most of his mornings since Harry had left, he dreaded waking up alone without him. Playing Quidditch brought him closer to Harry; it was the thing they always had in common, something that would unite them. Draco's face twisted slightly as a lone thought reminding him that it couldn't unite them now passed through.

Harry had disappeared over a month ago now and so far there had been no news. He had asked Ginny, Hermione and even sometimes Ron if they had heard anything but the answer was always the same, nothing. When Harry left Draco with that parchment in his hand he felt like he was in a dream; Harry was leaving and he had his father back home. Draco was loosening one thing he loved for another and sometime between him reading the parchment and Harry leaving him in the common room did he realise exactly which one he wanted more. Harry. Draco ran as fast as he could towards the gates of Hogwarts but he was too later, Harry had disappeared before he reached the gates. Holding on to the hope that Harry would return soon was his only vice from sinking back into the depression that had once engulfed him, Draco just feared how long it would be before he could look into those deep green eyes once again.


Hermione sat alone in the Gryffindor common room reading though her Arithmancy notes again. It was now the start of May just a month away from their exams and she was fretting, not about her work for once but for Harry. All they had received was one short note telling them that he would be back soon, but when! She sighed and looked at her watch. Twenty past midnight, time for bed. Tomorrow they were up at dawn to congregate in front of Dumbledore's tomb in remembrance of the final battle of Hogwarts in what has come to be known as the Great War. She left the room extinguishing the lights as she left plunging the top most tower into darkness.


Minerva McGonagall paced out of the great hall as the sun appeared over the clouds staining the sky blood red. She gave a sad half smile, fitting for the day that they were to honour, the day innocent blood was spilled on the grounds of the once beloved school, once a safe haven for generations turned to a battle ground by one of their own. The students filed out behind her in two long black rows, following them were the rest of the staff and others that came to pay their respects. Together they walked across the grounds to the white marble tomb, the students took their places in rows on either side mimicking the day of Dumbledore's funeral, McGonagall walked toward the front and placed a single black rose on top of the tomb.

She turned to the waiting crowd and spoke, her voice crisp in the morning air. "Today we are here to pay our respects not only to one great man but to many other witches, wizards, centaurs, giants and muggles alike who gave their lives and loved ones to ensure our freedom survived." She looked around the great crowd. "One person in particular made all this possible, Harry Potter. Without him, Voldemort would have never fallen. He has touched each of our lives, some more than others, and today we will also pay our respects to him along with the others who fought beside him." She turned to take her place in the crowd facing the white tomb.

A piano stated and the crowd coursed together as one.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

A male voice started alone from the back moving forward down the aisle towards the tomb. The crowd gasped slightly as they realised it was Harry.

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?

The crowd started singing again together.

Measure in love
Seasons of love

Seasons of love

Draco moved from his aisle to stand with Harry singing.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

Hermione, Ron and Ginny sung together as Harry took Draco's hand smiling.

In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.

The crowd started singing together again, voices rising as the music reached its peak.

It's time now to sing out,
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!

McGonagall strode forward to the white tomb tears running down her face, belting with all her heart and soul as the others coursed behind her.

Oh you got to got to
Remember the love!
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love spread love
Measure measure your life in love.

The voices died away as the sun hit the white tomb bathing the areas with bright white light.

Draco turned to Harry slowly. "Where did you go?" He asked looking deep into those green eyes for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

"No too far, I felt just as lost as you Draco. I never thought that I would have the chance at what we have, love, real lasting love. When I saw that you were hurting I left trying to find something to make things better. I believed that my being away would help too, maybe give you the chance of an uncomplicated life. But I couldn't stay away; I have never seemed to be able to stay away from you. Like a moth drawn to a flame." Harry finished chuckling.

"I love you Harry Potter, and I am good with complicated." Draco said smiling before giving Harry a deep meaningful, loving kiss.


Thank you to all those that followed the story and waited for me to finish though it did take me about two years longer than I planned! I wrote about four different versions of this chapter before coming across this song again that inspired the story in the first place. Despite taking my time this is by far my favourite of those that I have written. As said at the start of this story it is my last fan fiction, if anyone wants to write a story following on from any I have written please contact me.

Thank you once again!