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Nobody was within a metre of either boy when it happened. Ron was the closest and Hermione had just arrived at his side when the plume of black shot up between Draco and Harry. It looked like an inkwell spill but it defied gravity. It felt weird as it seeped up through Harry’s fingers where he had clamped down on Draco’s arm, like something you couldn’t unsee, something you shouldn’t even be looking at. But everyone was staring at the spectacle, seemingly too shocked to do anything but watch in horror. The evil of it was palpable, similar to the effect of a dementor, except it just felt wrong . It didn’t make you afraid, it made you unable to move and forced you to question everything.
Hermione grabbed onto Ron as her head became fuzzy. Whatever it was, it was powerful .
“Ron, what-.. is it.. a spell?” Hermione got out though it took a monstrous effort. She attempted to lift her wand arm as she ran through spells in her head, but it shook so terribly she nearly dropped her wand.
“The Mark.. I-..they-..blimey.. what?” Ron shook his head in a dizzying motion and grabbed Hermione’s shoulder. “He-.. Harry-” His eyes grew wide and Hermione had to flick her gaze back to the horror in front of them. The blackness had spread a few metres up into the sky only to drip back down, in swirling paths. Almost aimless in its tormenting like a predator might tease its prey and right in its sights were Harry and Draco. Harry whose glasses were askew as he stared up at the horror, brows furrowed in unconcealed fury. Draco who was limp on the ground, looking too still, except where Harry still had his arm in a vice-like grip and it shook with the tension. The blackness continued on its path and Harry dropped backwards to get away, only for his back to meet the ground.
Both boys were sprawled on the grass nearly helpless as Harry looked away from the impending horror and at Draco. Hermione jolted as Ron dropped to his knees next to her, bringing her down with him. The black was only moments from touching Harry, aimed right at his head, and a fearful chill slid down Hermione’s spine. It finally allowed her the strength to raise her wand as Ron did the same.
White blue streams of light shot out of their wands in sync as Harry closed his eyes.
The horror touched Harry’s head as an otter and terrier ran around the cursed magic. At the last moment, maybe bolstered by the Patronuses’ or just his own sheer will, Harry raised his wand and a white light shot out of it that the other two creatures merged with, strengthening it. As one, the spells sliced through the black in thousands of cuts just as Harry’s arm dropped slack to the ground. The black was splitting open, over and over, bleeding out with the glow of a lighter coloured magic. Meanwhile Harry’s back convulsed upwards and he began to seize. The tension in the air crackled and broke through the suffocating evil with the smell of static. Something akin to the flavour of an impending lightning strike.
All around, people were on the ground in varying states of distress, as the plume of black magic was sliced through, but the tension still wouldn’t uncoil. It was oppressive, like a giant hand on her chest, Hermione coughed as she choked and couldn’t get a breath in. Somehow, barely there, sourcing from somewhere in the middle of it all, a green glow peeked out. Maybe it had also started from Harry but Hermione couldn’t be sure after a certain point. It was hovering lightly, just on the edge of her vision, like something not even there at all. A figment of the imagination conjured into reality. Like a feeling if one could see them. Looking at it made her feel . Hermione couldn’t understand it though, like trying to translate a foreign language, it wasn’t meant for her. A green glow that floated up into the blackness, sparking and striking within the inkwell horror.
There was the ominous dark magic, and the fading of three spells, but this seemed the most outside of possibility. A fairy tale somehow manifesting in the middle of a world that had always felt too much like wondrous fantasy. Hermione watched with the hints of deeply coveted understanding as the glow floated back out of the now dissipating cloud of magic. It hovered almost like a firefly in the air between the boys, something so small and so precious but strong . It engulfed Harry and Draco first, pulsing lightly, and then blew outwards. A large ripple of energy pushed Hermione back with a blast of air as it radiated out across the grounds. No one was unaffected, not even the trees of the Forbidden Forest. They had all felt it, she was certain.
A wave of relief crashed over her as everything else seemed to return to how it should be. She could breathe again, she could think . Hermione reached for her wand which had fallen into the grass at some point after her spell and grabbed Ron as they both got to their feet, rushing to check on their fallen friends. Hermione knelt by Draco and put two fingers to his pulse while Ron lowered his ear to Harry’s chest. His worried gaze met hers as they both counted the tense seconds before they pulled back in relief.
Alive.
Hermione gently shook Draco’s shoulder as Ron turned Harry’s face skyward and gasped.
“‘Mione! His scar..” Ron sounded shocked but Hermione’s eyes had caught onto Draco’s arm and she couldn’t look away. Under Harry’s now loose fingers was the pattern of something. Hermione gingerly moved them away and gasped, a hand flying to her mouth as her eyes travelled the pattern that cut from just below the crook of Draco’s elbow and all the way down his bloodied arm into his palm.
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Draco stood in the astronomy tower the next evening, wind lightly stirring his blonde hair that was a bit longer than he preferred. He closed his fist and opened it again, on and off. Ever since he’d woken up, his whole arm had tingled with a sensation he didn’t fully understand. It was obsessive, how often he flexed the muscles, how he watched the tendons convulse and contract. He studied the little twinges and shocks felt as they reverberated under his skin. It was new, and odd, and so much better than before, but still weird. He wasn’t used to it yet.
Harry hadn’t woken up yet when Draco had left the hospital wing. Both McGonagall and Pomfrey had tried to stop him, but he needed fresh air. He needed the space to think and just… be alive for a few moments. Hermione had, thankfully, waylaid them and Draco was able to make his getaway.
No one really knew what had happened. There were theories running wild, sure. It defied all precedents known for these kinds of things. But Harry Potter defying precedents was… exactly the precedent for the Boy Who Lived. It just wasn’t Draco’s. He didn’t get to be the exception. He wasn’t the best in his class. He wasn’t particularly magically powerful. He wasn’t any more unique or special than his status or money allowed. And he wasn’t a Chosen One.
Except in the eyes of one, very special boy.
“Draco.” Called a soft voice that felt like the static in his arm came alive, except it raced through his whole body. Draco turned and there he was.
Dark shaggy hair, bags under his eyes, glasses smudged, slouching tiredly against the door frame, and staring at Draco like the world started and stopped with him .
“Oh no. You should still be in bed.” Draco said guiltily, coming toward him. “I mean, what is with the standard of care in this school? You’re barely stable, how did they even let you cross the threshold of the hospital wing, let alone climb the stairs and-”
“Hermione and Ron helped. I had to see you, I had to-” Harry cut himself off, his eyes were wide, searching Draco for something that froze him in place. “You, I just-” Harry tried to take a step forward but faltered slightly and Draco was there in a moment, up close and wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist. Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulder and their eyes locked. Draco sucked in a breath and bit his lip at finally seeing Harry’s face up close. He had heard the whispers as he floated in and out of consciousness, but now he could finally see for himself. “I needed to see you with my own eyes. To hold you. To just-” Harry whispered and Draco felt his eyes watering, unable to restrain himself from wrapping Harry up in his arms. “I knew you were safe, but I need to feel that you were-..”
Alive .
He didn’t need to say it, they both felt it. The weight that was released in this moment. They’d both made it and now their hearts were pounding in sync as they pressed themselves chest to chest. It felt tumultuous and safe and wonderful. Not that everything was fixed, the Dark Lord was still out there waiting to kill… well probably both of them at this point. Things were far from finished. But they’d made it here, over this hurdle that had seemed like it would lead to Draco’s end.
“Okay, okay. As much as we’d love to give you both all the time in the world-” Ron’s voice said a bit gruffly only to be interrupted by Hermione.
“-Madam Pomfrey allowed him ten minutes. And, well… we all need to discuss what comes next.”
Ron and Hermione hadn’t gone far apparently. Ron sniffled and walked around them to sit on the ledge of the astronomy tower. Draco reluctantly pulled back from Harry and Hermione appeared on his other side. Together the two of them helped Harry over towards where Draco had been and Ron now sat. Draco gave Hermione a slight nod, assuring her he had hold of Harry and she went to sit as well.
“‘Cause whatever it is,” Ron pierced Draco with a look that brokered no arguments, “We’re doing it together.” Ron’s gaze also went to Harry who had chosen to lean against Draco rather than be separated from him so soon. Harry sighed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“It will be too dangerous, I can’t ask any of you to come. In fact, I don’t want you to.” Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry.
“You’re not asking, we’re offering. No! We’re demanding. You’re not meant to do this alone.” She argued back and reached over to squeeze Harry’s other hand for a moment.
“But you’re too important. They’ll use that against me.” Harry continued, pulling his unravelling thread of logic as far as it would go.
“They’ll use it against us no matter where we are. If anything, when we’re all together we can protect each other. And besides,” Draco grabbed Harry’s chin gently and made him meet his eyes. Stubborn green that felt like a molten balm on Draco’s soul. Even years ago when they had blazed in anger and frustration. On the edge of a brawl, on the edge of a confession, and on the edge of war as they currently were. “You’re too important to us . I know you received brain damage as a baby, and those horrid people who raised you didn’t help, but you are not expendable for the cause of ending this war.” Harry melted in his arms, a weak noise leaving him as he pressed his face into Draco’s chest. Draco’s arms wrapped around him again and he placed a kiss into his hair.
Over the top of the Chosen One’s head Draco exchanged looks with his two friends. A fierce promise of loyalty and gratitude shone in their eyes. It was almost painful to Draco. Having that acceptance after everything he had done. He flexed his hand again, watching the lightning pattern appear for the umpteenth time as it opened from the fist he’d closed it into. Harry must have felt the motion because he pulled back, steadying himself on Draco’s shoulder and took his forearm to look at it. Draco let him, as if there were any question to whether or not Draco was putty in Harry’s hands.
“I did this though.” Harry murmured so softly only Draco could hear. His index finger traced from just below the crook of Draco’s elbow where the new mark started. It would scar, eventually, even though it seemed to originate where one of his veins was closest to the surface and likely should have caused a bleed out, it was more like a burn mark. Charred edges and raw flesh that ran in a singular line before streaking in broken branches and offshoots down his whole arm. But it didn’t hurt. He couldn’t really feel Harry’s touch either, but he could feel that same static feeling which had been plaguing him since he woke up. In time, he knew it would comfort him. Remind him of the impossible.
The Dark Mark was gone, its only remnant was the blurred grey patch of skin on his arm reminiscent of a storm cloud. Grotesquely fitting.
“I rather have this ,” Draco flexed his arm pointedly and captured Harry’s wandering hand in his scarred one, “Than what was there before. I don’t know if I deserve a miracle like th-”
“You do. If that’s what this is, then you do.” Harry said firmly, looking back up at Draco. The war within Draco was violent at that, he’d never felt this .
“He’s right.” Ron called out, breaking up their little world yet again. “I wouldn’t have said so just a few months ago, but you do.”
“I overheard McGonagall and Pomfrey’s theories, which I mostly agree with. But I’ll have to do some studying to be sure. You were both affected by dark magic from the same wizard. Harry unwillingly, but Draco took his willingly, mostly. They thought, because Draco was already sick and reacting adversely to the Mark, it was going to kill him. But it also meant, Draco could never have been as truly willing and believing in all it stood for. It still took root, because he chose it, but he did that for those he loves. To save their lives. Harry’s life was saved, and the killing curse never killed him because of love as well. Something about the combined complexities and well..” Hermione coughed slightly here. “The way you two… are… with each other. It did something. I mean, that… stuff that leaked out of Draco was an embodiment of the Dark Mark. It should have killed you both . We could feel that it wanted to. Then Ron and I managed to cast, and Harry did-... what did you cast Harry? I didn’t recognise it.”
“Something from that book. Sectumsempra. It just said ‘for enemies’ underneath it.” No one reacted with recognition, and Hermione was about to ask anyway so Harry explained further. “I’ve never done it before, but I just-.. My head was screaming, like something in me was trying to merge with that stuff. The embodiment of the Mark. I couldn’t think super clearly, but I knew what it wanted to do to us. It felt like… like my dreams last year, but amplified a thousand times. So I just cast what first came to my mind. That’s the last thing I remember.” Everyone was mute for a moment with the quiet horror of just how close it had been. Hermione bit her lip, clearly brimming with more thoughts and questions.
“Harry it… it did merge with you. It went into your head. Did you… d’you feel any different?” Ron asked gently. Harry reached up and touched the original mark for a brief moment before answering.
“Light.” He said quietly, his voice was almost carried away by the wind. “I don’t know how to explain it..” Draco, Hermione, and Ron exchanged a look that said to let this drop for now. Only time would tell what this had done to Harry and his connection with Voldemort.
“Well, McGonagall thinks Draco is free now. The first Death Eater to be released from the bind. He should heal normally and stop experiencing any of the other side effects.” Hermione proclaimed in a vested effort to shift the mood.
Then Ron smirked in a horribly mischievous way. “Ohh and now you two match . Almost feels like fate or maybe cupids or a new Celestina Warbeck hit or-”
“Ron please, shut the fuck up.” Harry groaned, his cheeks flaming red and nearly causing his new marks to blend into his skin. “At least Draco can hide his with sleeves. There’s nothing I can do about this now. It’ll make it even harder to blend in.” Harry gestured at himself and Draco couldn’t resist putting both hands on either side of Harry’s face to hold him still. Which, of course, only made Harry blush harder.
“I suppose I’ll have to call you scar face now.” Draco intoned in good humour but Harry’s brow took on the stormiest expression possible. “Please do not , in any way, measure, or fashion, start complaining that it makes you look unattractive because this is..” Draco bit his lip, tracing his eyes down the new offshoots which were so similar to his own arm. It made something hot and possessive cloud Draco’s throat. Like Harry saving him had claimed both his body and his soul away from the dark forces imposed upon him his whole life. They dashed through Harry’s right eyebrow in three spots and perfectly dodged around his eye. A few smaller streaks arched up onto the bridge of his nose and down its inner right side, while the other streaks crossed paths just past the outer corner of his eye. This side was more bold as it cut across his cheek bone and into the fleshy bits of his cheek, stopping a bit before the corner of his mouth which was turned down in a frown.
It was horribly, unfairly, rudely , enticing. Especially with two other people sitting only a few feet away which most definitely would kill the moment if Draco kissed that tip of the scar near his saviour's mouth. Draco cleared his throat and glanced up at them. Both Ron and Hermione were wearing looks of amusement and Draco could feel his face heating up. He cleared his throat again and dropped his hands, sparing one quick glance at Harry’s lips before addressing the others again.
“So.. what exactly are we all planning to do to kill-” Draco swallowed and fortified himself, “ Voldemort .” He let out a breath. “And save the world. You know, hero stuff. Easy peasy for you lot, right? Should be a nice quick job what with a bit more cunning now on the team. I mean myself, of course. We’ve got this ‘in the bag’ so to speak.” Harry chuckled a bit and squeezed Draco’s hand.
“We have to finish what Dumbledore started.” Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket that glinted in the setting sun as he passed it over to Hermione. Harry shuffled slightly towards the bannister and Draco took the cue to go with him. Together they leaned against it and stared out at the view, just like they had many weeks ago but this time without the pesky physical distance that had separated them at the time. Out there were the gracefully swooping hills and water that glittered as it flowed through the landscape. Hermione’s lilting tone was a background noise as she read aloud the note from inside the locket, shaping their next journey. Their future.
It was definitely far past their allotted ten minutes, but none of them were making any moves to return inside the castle. Ron scooted over to Hermione and wrapped his arm around her as her head nestled into his shoulder.
“I never realised just how beautiful this place is.” Harry said softly and leaned further back into Draco. His tone was wistful and Draco knew what it meant.
“We’re not coming back here next year.” Draco guessed and Harry shook his head.
“Not going to Australia either.” Harry added a bit mournfully and Draco laughed softly.
“Still.. might be worth it to grab a flying carpet. Just in case.” Draco squeezed Harry tighter as he laughed at Draco. He wanted to stay here, in this little golden moment, encase it in a muggle snowglobe and go back whenever he felt like fighting wasn’t worth it anymore. Because, despite everything about how good he felt, he knew those days would come again. They weren’t something you could magic away. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still find the other side of them. Just like how the valley in front of them soared to high peaks and low ravines, Draco could too. Ups that would always follow the downs. Thinking about this moment would remind him of that. So he closed his eyes and placed this glorious slow moment into a contraption filled with golden glitter instead of snow, because he fucking could. It was a bit camp, but it made him smile and no one else had to know anyway.
Because this felt worth it. Fuck pomp, fuck circumstance, fuck his legacy and his family names. All he needed was this. The glow of the setting sun, the boy he loved in his arms, the calm after the storm, the promise of a future peace just out of reach, but there . It settled into his bones, the little tingles of static in his arm growing warm and familiar, flowing into his whole body. He wondered if Harry could feel it too. Maybe he would ask at some point. But not now.
For now, they had this.
They could take on tomorrow, the same way they’d taken on today.
Together.
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“What should we call ourselves now? I mean Golden Trio really doesn’t work unless we plan on leaving Ron behind-” Draco wondered aloud only to be interrupted.
“Oi!”
“What? It’s not like we could leave Hermione out! That’s practically signing our own obituaries-”
“Why don’t we leave your pointy arse behind then?”
“Well, obviously , because Harry will be inconsolable with worry if he doesn’t have me in his sight at all times. Which is already a bit difficult for him considering his condition.” Harry made an affronted scoff.
“Having glasses isn’t a condition , Draco.”
“Isn’t it though? I mean, why haven’t you had it healed then?”
“I-.. You.. What?! You can do that!” Harry glanced at Hermione who had a hand over her mouth, struggling to contain her giggles and failing.
“What about the Fearsome Foursome?” Draco asked and Ron gagged.
“Mate, I don’t think we want to deal with those rumours. Once the cat is in the box, or whatever the muggle saying is.”
“Oh Weasley. You wound me. How can you not want this hot piece of Malfoy real estate?” Harry made a choked spluttering sound and Hermione broke out into full giggles.
“It’s ‘let the cat out of the bag’, Ronald.” Hermione corrected through her laughter.
“Well, who’s putting cats in bags anyway! Sounds cruel. I imagine your beast would murder someone for less.”
“Enough!” She cried, even though she was smiling. “And leave Crookshanks out of this. What about the… Valiant Tetrad?” Ron wrinkled his nose but before he could ask, Hermione continued. “Tetrad is another word for a group of four.”
“We don’t need a name. We’re just us. ” Draco could tell Harry was barely restraining an eye roll as he said that. It was quiet for a few moments, everyone seeming to give into Harry’s request. Until Ron spoke up again.
“I quite like the sound of Valiants actually. Might get Colin to pass that one around.” Hermione burst out laughing and Harry groaned in defeat but Draco had to agree. He wasn’t sure he’d earned it yet, but he was pretty sure he would. It was a strange feeling being so confident in what he could become. For the first time in his life, even if the immediate path was set on defeating the Dark Lord, his future wasn’t.
“Alright, we should probably bring Harry back before we all lose house points.” Hermione warned as she stood and pulled Ron up with her.
“I’ll bring him down in a minute, and we’ll both stay. Will you two go placate them, please?” Draco asked kindly then watched Ron and Hermione exchange a loaded glance.
“Yeah, sure mate. Five minutes max though, I think Pomfrey may actually hex us if we tell her we lost her patients.”
“Ronald, no Hogwarts staff would ever use magic on a student as punishment.”
“I beg to differ!” Draco called after them and he could hear both their laughter fading as they descended the stairs.
“To be fair, Moody wasn’t actually Moody. But it was a Death Eater doing a… rather accurate impression of him honestly. Still unsettles me a bit, being around the real Moody.” Harry told him as he spun in Draco’s arms to look at him. Draco scoffed.
“To be fair, Potter, you weren’t the one utterly humiliated by being turned into a bouncing ferret.”
“You were pretty adorable.” Draco spluttered indignantly, absolutely affronted as Harry started laughing again. The corners of his eyes crinkled causing the scar to shift and Draco couldn’t stop himself from reaching up to gently run his thumb over the markings.
“It’s not even fair.” Draco muttered, eyes tracking the scar and feeling a yearning in him so deep he wondered if he would ever be satisfied. Or if he wanted to be. This feeling was precarious and gentle, it was fiery and thrumming through his whole being.
“What isn’t?” Harry asked softly, his eyes held within them something so similar to what Draco felt, it stole his breath away.
“You’re unbearable and even more attractive than you were before, I can hardly stand it. I wish I felt guilty, since I know in a way this was my fault, but I don’t care. You’re here and I have you and you’re-” Draco swallowed thickly, his hand slid to the back of Harry’s neck and gripped firmly. “ Mine. ”
“Yes.” Harry breathed out and pulled their hands up between them, loosening his grip on Draco’s hand so he could get to his palm. Harry looked down at it again, before placing the softest kiss he could right at the centre of Draco’s palm where the last edge of the lightning bolt ended. “And now you have this, which proves you’re just as much mine as I am yours.” Draco felt dizzy as Harry trailed more kisses up his future scar. It was heady, intoxicating him with power. They weren’t quite seventeen yet, but it seemed they had accidentally tied themselves together permanently. The thought rushed over Draco and consumed him as he leaned in, grabbing Harry’s chin and pulling them together. Their lips met and the sensations rocketed through his whole nervous system as they pressed impossibly closer. Draco was finally able to identify the weird tingling in his palm, as it raced from his lips through his whole body. Dancing around his heart and threatening to capsize the two of them in its sensation. He pulled away, gasping through the aftershocks.
“Can you feel th- that?” Draco whispered and leaned his forehead into Harry’s where the sensation continued through that contact. They both gasped and Harry nodded against him before surging up to recapture Draco’s lips. It was mad and impossible. Harry broke away this time.
“That is wicked .” Harry exclaimed and Draco laughed breathlessly.
“We should get you back.” Draco pointed out, very logically.
“We should do more of that. ” Harry said and kissed him again, backing Draco up against the nearest pillar. It was explosive as the intensity increased and Draco grabbed Harry’s waist to keep them both steady. Harry ran his tongue along Draco’s bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth, and Draco thought he was actually going to die this time. It sparked behind his eyelids and he pulled away panting.
“This is reckless.” He pointed out, and turned his face just out of Harry’s range. This of course didn’t stop him, Harry just went on to attack his neck which had Draco’s knees feeling wobbly. “ Sweetheart. ” Draco whined, practically begging and Harry pulled off to stare at him in shock, the look in Harry’s eyes was so fiery Draco wanted to drown in it for the sake of being contradictory. Perhaps he already was. Draco could feel himself blushing, but he ignored that plus the other awkward feelings and words crowding his chest, begging to be known, to be said. “We have time.” He chose instead, attempting to infuse the meaning of all those other things, and their heated looks, and the painful beauty of the boy in front of him making him into something so raw, so new, so right .
Harry cupped Draco’s jaw and ran a thumb over his bottom lip, slow and sensuous, a thing of steamy promise. Draco really should be granted an award for how he didn’t do one of the few hundred things he suddenly thought would be quite enticing involving that thumb. Perhaps a whole case in the Trophy Room, with just one overly large goblet thing. Bright and gold shining gaudily, with an engraved placard to display the words:
Draco L Malfoy
Resisted the Urging of his Most Carnal Desires!
Order of Merlin Worthy
During the Month of June in the Year 1997
He is the First Wizard to Truly be Tested in Such a Way
As such, this award is even more weighty and significant and cool.
Truly his self control was otherworldly, or perhaps it was just his unending affection and concern for Harry who really ought to be back in bed.
“I’ll make sure of it.” Harry said decisively which brought Draco back into the delicious moment he was so carefully distracting himself from. But Harry quickly replaced his thumb with another kiss, thankfully short this time. He was making a point that Draco couldn’t help but agree to and he didn’t even know what it was. For Salazar’s sake, it was addicting to feel this alive . “We’ll win. I want to know what comes after all of this. With you. Maybe we’ll go travelling. New York could be fun.”
“New York? What happened to Australia?” Draco asked, flummoxed and forcing himself to focus on the words coming out of that beautiful mouth instead of just the memory of how it felt against his. Harry shrugged.
“Less deadly creatures and heat. More snow and lights. I’m thinking Christmas. I used to watch these films, well… I used to catch glimpses really. But-.. anyway. I want to see that. And also have a reason to be wrapped up, and snuggly. Somewhere new and old and… I don’t know. We could go anywhere really. As long as you’re there.” Draco’s heart constricted, it was unbearable. He didn’t know how he would survive it. Fuck Voldemort , it was Harry Potter who would undo him. And he would love every moment.
“New York it is then. For a new beginning when we’re done. When it’s over.”
“When it’s over.” Harry agreed.
In the distance the sun slipped behind the horizon line. Above them stars just started to wink themselves into visibility. The wind whistled softly and brought the sounds of a new night to them. Two wizards, magic in their own right, and confident in their own minds. It would go a long way to carve their path together, to not give up, and never let go.
Two boys who never saw a future other than what was laid out for them. Two boys being shaped the same way for different purposes. Two boys grabbing onto each other and discovering something else .
Something real that had defied and destroyed an evil man’s mark.
Two kids fighting in a bathroom.
Two star crossed sides of a story who threw the whole book out the window.
Two adults who let love take control.
