The Sun

Harry looked around the battlefield that was left behind by the fighting. It was horrendous, with bodies from both sides littering the ground. He knew that somewhere in this mess was the body of Voldemort. He had hit him sometime in the middle of the battle with the Killing Curse. Watching him crumple had caused him a surge of happiness that he had not expected. He felt almost guilty now. But for the person who has made his life miserable to just fall like that… It brought him relief like nothing else. Even the fallen comrades couldn’t take away that triumph he felt.  1

After school, walkin’ home.2

Fresh dirt under my fingernails and,3

I can smell hot asphalt.4

Cars screech to a halt to let me pass.5

He turned and walked from the massacre so that he didn’t have to see them gather the bodies. The sadness from all the lose was finally sinking in, but he wouldn’t let it destroy him. He had something to live for now. With Voldemort gone, he and Draco could finally be together… Free.6

He met with Ron later that day at the Ministry of Magic. He had not gone into battle. He had a wife and children to think about after all, and had played a better part behind the scenes. Besides, Hermione would kill him if Ron had come home with even a scratch. He smiled inwardly at the thought. It brought him a little bit of humor on one of his worst days. He only had a little of happiness to hold onto, to keep him sane during all of this sadness and loss.7

And I cannot remember,8

What life was like through photographs.9

And trying to recreate images life gives us from the past.10

And sometimes its a sad song.11

But I…12

“Harry! So glad you made it.” Ron almost ran up to him and wrapped him in a hug. The hug surprised him. Ron had avoided touching him for the longest time after he found out that Harry was gay. And even after that, the small gestures seemed to be a bit strained. “We had thought we had lost you. You just disappeared after the fight.” Ron’s face was flushed a bit. He looked a lot like his father right now.13

“Yeah… I needed to get away for a while.” Harry cleared his throat and looked at the ground. All this death… All these people that died for the cause. They were heroes, but they would never get to experience the peace that they brought. It weighed heavily on his heart now. All he wanted to do was take a shower and see Draco. He hadn’t heard from him yet, but he was sure that was because he was off wandering around and not at home. This number had been provided to him, since the other phone got turned off. He never sold the flat, but he did make it basically unlivable. No electricity or phone, making it hard to do most anything since everything in the flat was run on electricity. 14

“Harry… There is something that I need to tell you. Draco… He was found on the battlegrounds. From what witnesses say… He distracted Voldemort for you. He was taken down as you shot at Voldemort.” Ron’s voice cracked a little, and the grief was apparent. He had never been able to accept that Harry and Draco were together, but Harry knew this had to be tearing him up to tell him this. At first he just stood there, too stunned to say anything. But as he realized what was really said, he folded onto the ground and sobbed. He hadn’t done this in a long time, but now he couldn’t resist.15

Cannot forget, refuse to regret.16

So glad I met you and,17

Take my breath away. 18

Make everyday,19

Worth all of the pain that I've gone through.20

And mama, I've been cryin’,21

Cause things ain't how they used to be.22

She said, the battle's almost won.23

And we're only several miles from the sun.24

“Harry…” Ron’s voice was filled with concern and dispair. He reached out to put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, but Harry jerked away and stood up. He straightened up and turned away from his friend.25

“I’ll be back… Do not turn his body over to anyone but me. I’ll bring someone to take care of the arrangements.” Harry strode out without looking back. He watched the people that moved on the street. Some celebrating the win, while others mourned their loss. He felt like reaching out to some of them, but instead he just blended in with the crowd. No one seemed to notice him as he moved like a ghost on the street.26

And I'm movin’ on, down my street.27

I see people I wont ever meet.28

I think of him, take a breath,29

Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps.30

And sometimes its a sad song,31

But I…32

Harry went to the flat that was no longer in use. A museum to that what he wouldn’t have anymore. He walked into the darkened room and looked around. Everything was how he left it since he left a year ago. He walked through the rooms, lost, until he reached the bedroom. The bed had been made and a note laid in the middle of it. A red envelope that shined up at him. He had no idea how long it had been here, but he knew exactly who it was from. His hands trembled as he walked closer to the bed and picked up the envelope. He held it to his chest and laid down on the bed. He closed his eyes and cried, not able to bring himself to open the letter.33

Cannot forget, refuse to regret.34

So glad I met you and,35

Take my breath away. 36

Make everyday,37

Worth all of the pain that I've gone through.38

And mama, I've been cryin’,39

Cause things ain't how they used to be.40

She said, the battle's almost won.41

And we're only several miles from the sun.42

He woke a few hours later. Darkness had fallen and had made it impossible to see. Harry took out his wand and whispered a spell. The end of the wand lit up. He sat up and picked the envelope up from where it fell from his hands. He stood and slipped it into his robes, then left the flat. He had to take care of the arrangements for Draco. To make sure he was buried the way he was suppose to be.43

Rhythm of the conversation.44

The perfection of his creation.45

The sex he slipped into my coffee.46

The way he felt when he first saw me.47

Hate to love and love to hate him,48

Like a broken record player.49

Back and forth and here and gone,50

and on and on and on and on!51

Harry made the arrangements with a precision that couldn’t be matched. He used the power he held over everyone to makes sure that Draco got a heroes burial like he deserved, instead of being buried in a nameless grave like the followers of Voldemort. Everyone wanted to make “The Great Harry Potter” happy because he was the hero. The face that the ministry put on everything. When the day came for Draco’s burial, it seemed that everyone turned up that could. Even Ron and Hermione made it out there to support him. He appreciated the support but even them being there couldn’t lessen the pain of putting his love in the ground far too young.52

Later that night he went to the flat he had been living in. He went to his bar and pour himself a glass of fire whiskey. He sat in a chair and sipped his drink, staring at the red envelope that he had left on the table. He had been debating this letter every night since he found it. He was scared to open it, for fear of what it would say. But finally he managed to work up the nerve. Draco had left it for a reason… It was all that he had left.53

He opened the envelope as delicately as possible, as to not ruin it. He pulled out the single sheet of paper that was in there. As he unfolded it, a picture fell into his lap. Harry picked up the picture and choked back a sob. It was a picture of Draco and him, posing in the park. He thought this picture had been destroyed. To ‘protect’ him, as Draco said. Apparently he had hidden it and saved it. He put the picture down and looked to the letter.54

Dear Harry,55

I left this letter because I don’t know if I will survive this day. The big confrontation if you will. Voldemort was so sure that he could kill you this time. I don’t know if it will be as bad as I think it’s going to be, but if it is I hope that you are alive to read this.56

I love you. I always have and I always will. I wish I would have never had to give you reason to doubt that, although I know I have. I had no choice. You were in danger being with me, and I couldn’t let that happen. If He had found out… He would have surprised us and killed us both. I loved you too much to let that happen. I still do. So that being said… I have this to say.57

I love you, but if I have to make the choice of losing you or dying then I’m going to chose to die. You are to wonderful to let die. I wouldn’t be able to go on without you. You’re stronger than me though. You’ll be able to make it. I mean look at you. After I left you I was crushed to the point of suicide, and yet you carried on. The strength you have is amazing. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I pray that I’m still alive when this is over… If I am, even if the war isn’t over, I will come to you. I can’t stay away from you anymore. But if I’m not then all I can give you is this picture. I saved it. I couldn’t bare to destroy something that showed us on one of our happiest days. 58

I will always love you. Remember that.59

Draco60

Harry read the note twice, tears streaming down his face. He held the letter to his chest, but he didn’t give in this time. He held his head up high and took a deep breath.61

“I’ll do you proud… I’ll be strong.” Harry looked down and slid the letter into the envelope. He tucked the picture back in so that it wouldn’t get ruined, then stood up. He walked into his bedroom and laid the letter on the nightstand. Then he climbed into bed, not caring that he was fully dressed. He curled up on the bed and slowly cried himself to sleep. He would be strong tomorrow… Tonight he would mourn.62

Cannot forget, refuse to regret.63

So glad I met you and,64

Take my breath away. 65

Make everyday,66

Worth all of the pain that I've gone through.67

And mama, I've been cryin’,68

Cause things ain't how they used to be.69

She said, the battle's almost won.70

And we're only several miles from the sun.71