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Dragon Tear Resurrection	By : VividRain Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dragon Tear Resurection
- 2-October Fifth
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"Heart warming." Sev muttered.

Harry shrugged.

"I won't say I'm sorry. It was just how I felt. If he thought he could have gone to you, he would have."

"He let himself be touched by Voldemort, after everything I told him. What was I supposed to do? Go on acting as if nothing was wrong?"

"He loved you, even then."

"And as you've pointed out many a time, I didn't know it then." Black robes shifted restlessly. "It's midnight, now."

"A good chunk of time left then. How could you not have known?"

"At the time, he was my student and under my care. I am not a pedophile, Potter." Snape returned dryly.

"You know that's not an answer." Silence. "But I'm probably not going to get a better one. Well, it's your turn anyway. When did you first know that you loved him?"

"He was three. And before you say a bloody word, it wasn't that kind of love."

"Severus! You did make it. We were concerned when you didn't R.S.V.P."
Malfoy Manor hadn't changed at all. He smiled politely at Narsissa, who had already turned to another guest, ignoring his reply. That was a good sign. It meant that he wasn't nearly interesting enough to be entertained by the hostess. No one suspected his turn coating.
It was more then a little daunting to make his way through the crowd of faces. He kept hearing the howls of the meetings, the flash of a mask. He could feel his muscles tense every time someone drew too near. Waiting for the ax to fall, he had reason more then once to be glad of his habitually somber expression. No one stopped to wonder why he was frowning or being antisocial. It was accepted.
"So you've returned. I am so very glad, Severus. We were worried about you." The purr in his ear was unmistakable. He didn't bother to turn.
"Lucious. Merry Christmas. I was way laid on my latest expedition. I thought I had a standing acceptance to your soirees." Expedition was the euphemistic term for missions in the name of the Dark Lord. Lucious nodded slightly. He too had bought it. For a moment, Severus allowed to despair. He had left behind all of this and that meant Lucious, who had been his only friend in many years.
"Of course you do. Have you seen Draco, recently? The boy is really starting to grow." A wolfish grin ground out any dying pangs of regret Severus would have had. The abominable way Lucious referred to his son was one of the many things that had prodded him to leave. It sounded a bit like he was raising a particularly juicy lamb.
"I saw him at the last Christmas party. He was just beginning to speak then." The wobbly infant had been escorted in by a nurse, who prompted him to say a slurred Merry Christmas to the whole party, before being dragged back to bed.
"Let's make a brief escape then and see him. He should be going to sleep about now."
Reluctantly, Severus followed the slim man away from the party and up several discreetly placed stairs. The nursery was in the left wing of the house, apparently. The room they entered was brightly lit and filled with all sorts of toys that cluttered the shelves and floor. A small pile of books were obviously placed about. Draco would read young whether he liked it or not.
Another small door lead into a child's bedroom decorated frivolously in baby blue. Painted animals scampered across the walls to huddle around a slow moving rocking chair. The nurse Severus dimly remembered from the year before was reading a story book to a very sleepy young Draco.
"Father!" The little boy looked up and Severus felt his heart clutch. Last year, the boy's eyes had still been the blue of the very young, but at some point during the year they had sharpened to the slate gray that marked all male Malfoys.
" Draco. Do you remember Severus Snape?" A mute shake of the head. "Come and say hello properly."
Already, the boy was afraid to rise and embrace his father. He had been taught to act decorously at all times. He carefully clamored off his nurses lap and approached Severus with as much decorum as chubby legs and cartoonish sphinx pajamas would allow.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Snape." A small hand was extended.
"A pleasure I'm sure, young Mr. Malfoy." He shook the hand gravely.
"Arissa!" The nurse snapped to attention at Lucious sharp tone. "Were you reading this...this disgusting piece of Muggle trash to my son?"
"It's only a fairy tale, sir! I don't see..."
"Come with me girl. We have something to discuss."
Chilled gray eyes met Severus'.
"I hate to ask it, but would you mind putting Draco to bed? I believe I have something to discuss with Ms. Arissa."
Severus didn't get the chance to reply before Lucious took off, nurse in hand. A miniature pair of slate eyes looked up at him expectantly.
"Will you read me a story? 'rissa was."
"Let's find one slightly more appropriate, shall we?"
To Severus great surprise, Draco shook his head.
"I liked that one. Father won't be back for a long time."
Already rebellious. Severus considered putting up a fight, but then he'd be stuck with a grumpy three year old Malfoy and he was sure there was no way for that to end well. Gingerly, he picked up the book which turned out to be nothing more then Cinderella sans moving pictures and some added Muggle details. To be on the safe side, he created a false cover for the book, before sitting into the chair.
"Your taller then 'rissa. You need to pick me up, so I can sit in your lap."
With great care, he lifted the boy into his lap. Within moments, warmth traveled through his body as Draco situated himself comfortably. Gray eyes regarded him expectantly.
"You have a big nose." The boy said suddenly. He said it with the air of a professional observer of such things. "I like it. Please read now?"
Severus blinked, before picking up the book and taking up from where Arissa had left off. This was a second generation of Malfoy who could talk him into anything. His charge sat still the entire time, thoroughly engrossed in the story. When it was finished, Severus was surprised to hear a small sigh.
"I like that story, but I won't hear it any more."
"Why not?"
"Father won't let 'rissa read me it. It's a bad book." Draco calmly took the volume from Severus' hand and resolved it. "I'm going to go to sleep now. You'll have to lift me up and put me in the crib, tuck me in and then give me a hug and a kiss."
He really had to unearth some of the child development packets Albus had given him. Surely this wasn't normal behavior for a three year old? He lifted the tiny body into the brass crib in the corner of the room. There was a blanket kicked to the corner. He tucked it around the child who was still solemnly watching his every move.
Pudgy arms stretched out towards him. Reluctantly, he bent awkwardly over the bars of the crib and gave the boy a light hug, brushing his lips over one flushed cheek.
"Good night, Draco."
"Good night, man with the big nose." With that the boy turned over and seemed to fall instantly asleep.
Severus watched him sleep for a long time. This wasn't a normal child, couldn't be with the Malfoy taint that showed so obviously in silver blonde hair and stormy eyes. A strange desire rose in him. He wanted to quietly remove the child from his crib and sneak him away before he woke up. This was no place for a baby to begin it's life. It was planting a seed in the desert.
The decision to turn no longer seemed at all unclear. This was the reason he had chosen Albus' way. For this new generation of Malfoy, who already knew to hide Muggle things from his father, who still trusted strangers. He would be here, he vowed, when he could. It would not be difficult to instate himself here. After all, many of his days had once been spent in these long elegant halls. He needed to watch Draco, to build the fires of his rebellion, but above all, he needed to keep him safe.

"He called you big nose? And lived to tell about it?"
"Really, Potter, I don't make a hobby out of killing small children. He'd simply forgotten my name." Dark eyes darted to the living corpse. "I failed him. That's why I stopped speaking to him. I couldn't look him in the eye and know that I hadn't made a difference,"
"If it hadn't been for you, he would never have come to our side at all."
Thick strands of black hair shadowed the lined face.
"I doubt that. He would have come eventually. He was better then his father. He always was."
"Maybe." Harry resettled himself, trying not to wince as pain lanced up his right leg. "I suppose it's useless to guess. But you were his everything, Sev. You can't deny that now."
"It should have been you, Potter. You would have done better by him." It was an old argument, ranging as far back as fifteen years when the body they were watching still had some true life in it.
"Not in his eyes." He reminded. "He told me once that I couldn't understand his darkness the way that you did."
"There wasn't anything to understand. He was guilty over things that he had little control over. We shared the sentiment."
The silence made a brief return, echoing through the long hall.
"You know, I offered once. Before Ginny and I really began." The admission hung in the air for a bit. "We were a bit sloshed of course."
"Drunk in the middle of battle. How very Gryffindor of you."
"We weren't drunk, just a little looser. And it wasn't as if we were on the battlefield. It was in a bunker."

"Are you telling me that you never ever ever ever had sex?" Harry stared disbelievingly at his drinking companion. Draco blinked lazily at him.
"That would be what I was telling you, Potter. Try to keep up."
"But....not even Pansy Parkinson?"
"Ew. No. I don't screw sycophants."
"Apparently you don't screw anyone." Harry blinked. "But all those rumors..."
"I once heard a rumor that you and Granger did it in the restricted section while the Weasel watched."
"I never did! Oh. I get it." A sage nod. "You're proving a point."
"Three points to Gryffindor. Honestly, Potter you can't hold your liqueur at all."
They were sitting in the corner of a stone bunker near the front lines. It was mercifully quiet tonight and the duo was celebrating with pilfered rum. The war was almost at an end and more people then Harry cared to contemplate had already given their lives to the cause. The two boys huddled closer, fighting the cold. In another three days Hermione would be dead, Draco would begin the slow decaying process that eventually took his life and Harry's right leg would be shattered to uselessness.
They didn't know any of it now. They were miserable, cold and hungry, leaning on each other. Draco was returning to Voldemort's side tomorrow and they were celebrating what might potentially be his last night on earth.
"Can too. Anyway, s'not the point. The point is...the point is..." He struggled for a moment before remembering. "Ah! The point is that everyone thought you were a megaslut and it turns out you're probably the only Slytherin who'll graduate a virgin."
"I don't see why it's important..."
"Cause of Snape, isn't it?"
Draco stiffened and started to pull away, but Harry's persistant hands kept him close.
"Maybe. A bit. He's not mine to have."
"Guess not. Still though. A bit of overkill on the melodrama. You know, Draco Malfoy, died a virgin, pining away for the great love of...ow! What was that for?" Harry rubbed his arm.
"Enough, Potter."
Quiet reigned briefly.
"If you wanted....I would." Harry offered clumsily.
"Thanks, Potter, but I really don't need a pity shag. Particularly a drunken one."
"If we're so drunk, how come you can still say big words right?"
"*We* aren't drunk. You are."
"Ah....so you don't want to?"
"Not with you, no."
Another long pause, this time a concession to physics as Harry wormed his way under Draco's arm, resting his head on his shoulder.
"I do love you, you know." Emerald green eyes sparked in the semidarkness. "I get it though. The whole Snape thing. You should tell him."
"Maybe." Draco felt his heart clutch. "Maybe."
They slept curled together that night. It was the last time they saw each other whole.

"So you were a sloppy drunk from the beginning then. No surprise there." Snape pushed graying hair away from his face.
"I suppose. He could put away an entire bottle of gin and not even blink." A head nod towards the semi-corpse. Snape snorted, inelegantly. "What?"
"Draco Malfoy couldn't hold his liquor worth a damn. I think Professor Potter that you have, to use a charming student expression, been played. By a master."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that all the times you were drunk off your heroic arse, Draco hadn't touched more then a drop." A brief rare smile flitted across pale thin lips. "You would definitely know if he had joined you in your inebriation. He had the most unfortunate tendency to sing bawdily, regurgitate and then precede to pass out."
Harry blinked a few times. Then a smile curved on his lips.
"I should have known." He shook his head, brushing hair from his eyes. "It's your turn."
"I wasn't aware there were turns."
"Well there are. And it's yours. So talk."
"Stubborn little...All right, don't give me that look." Harry continued to glare. "Fine. I'll tell you the after effects of your drunken advice"

The lab was dark and unnaturally quiet. Not even the dripping of water disturbed the silence. No children about, no school at all really. Hogwart's was on an extended break to be resumed next September when ostensibly everyone would have been ready to end their prolonged grieving.
Severus sat at his desk, staring into the darkness. He felt drained, useless. His purpose had been fulfilled, Voldemort was scattered to the four winds. Fatigue had found him and settled into his bones. No one had come looking for him in the days after the battle. He was marked down as surviving, but there were too many injured and dead to worry about those who still breathed.
He had come home with the intent to begin his postwar task of mixing potions for the multitude of maimed, but had found himself, for the first time in his life, unable to work. Lethargy had consumed him, pinned him to his chair and forced him to take breath after breath.
A knock jolted him from empty thoughts. A muffled curse and a few chanted words and the door swung open. It revealed a painfully thin young man. Gray eyes sought him in the dark and tapered fingers clung to the strange new cane that had become as a new limb.
"You changed your passwords back." The smooth voice flooded through him, shaking him aware.
"I saw no reason to keep out anyone who knew them." He hoped that was enough of an apology. They were the only words that had come forth.
"Lumos." Soft light filled the damp stone, echoing over an endless sea of glass and metal. "How long have you been sitting in the dark, Severus?"
"Long enough. I had to think."
"I doubt you were thinking much at all. It's all right. I understand. A blank mind would be nice about now." The blonde moved forward, coming to rest at the side of the chair. "I missed you."
"Oh?" Impassive as always because there is no reply.
"I love you." Hot breath in his ear. He shivered. "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. Harry kept telling me that I should, but I couldn't. And now... I'm dying. A piece at a time and I have to let you know now. There is no more tomorrow to push it off too. In a decade, I will be no better then dust." A pause. "Please say something."
"What do you want with me, Draco?" A plea, a question.
"I want you to just be. Preferably with me. For as long as you can bare it."
"Why me?"
"There isn't a why. There just is. I want you, to be with you in any way you will have me."
The warmth was sudden, a lithe stretch of muscle and skin appeared in his lap, curling into his body. Impulsively he held it to him, indulging himself in the delicate smell of the man's light hair and skin.
"I will have you then." Was all he had said. And it was only later that he realized he should have said more. Should have explained his own fears and doubts, told him the reasons why, but at the moment it was too much to think of. There was pale beauty and two broken spirits. There was love too, but it hung forgotten in the background, the largest mistake of all.

"I still can't believe it took so long for you two to work everything out."
"I don't know what you're complaining about Potter, it worked out well enough for you."
Once, Harry would have raged at him for that comment, the indomitable Gryffindor spirit rising to defend itself. That was another man, a boy really, from another time. Harry knew better now. Knew that was Severus' defenses after such revealing and it was easier to let it pass. Maybe he *was* turning into Dumbledore.
"Tell me something else about him. From when he was kid."
"I believe it's your turn."
Harry shrugged.
"You've heard all my stories about him or were there for them. You knew him before I did."
"Can't even play by your own rules. Tsk, tsk, Potter."
The smooth silvery voice broke through the air, creating vibrations through the air that plucked all the hairs from the nape of Harry's neck and raised them to attention.
Two sets of eyes flew to the open casket. Pale lids had shot open to reveal questing gray eyes. Thin pale lips opened to gasp in breath and the whole body moved forward.
"It's only one." Harry managed to choke out.
"I've always been an early riser." Draco quipped. He grimaced at the state of his body. "Manicures." He muttered and the lovely smooth hands lost the strange curling nails. "Yitin Revertus." The matted hair fell away, leaving the short smooth look that the blonde had always preferred. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."
"Only you would think about your looks first upon resurrection." Harry smiled thr his his tears. "It actually worked. Can you stand?"
"Help me up?"
Harry walked over and reached down, his hands curling around a warm solid arm. It was real. Draco was real. He was alive, brilliantly alive. Harry had had a decade to say good-bye and to move on, but now...Now everything seemed a bit brighter, a little fuller. He drew the other man to his feet, helping him over the high sides of the coffin. After a long moment, Draco waved Harry's help away and stood on his own.
A short deep moan interrupted whatever Harry might have said at that moment, drawing both their attentions to Severus. The man was standing, swaying on his feet and his cheeks were wet. Tears! Harry had never ever seen Snape cry. Not when the Dark Mark had burned from his arm, not when Voldemort finally fell and released a shockwave of pain on all those who had betrayed him. Not even at Draco's funeral, there it was Harry who had wept like the lover and Snape who stood as tall and dry as a distant relation.
"Oh, Severus." It had been so long since those dulcet tones had been clear, even years before his death Draco's deafness had marred them. Draco moved to the weeping man's side without so much as a limp. Gently, he enfolded the taller man in his arms and laid his head on the thin chest. "It's all right. I'm here now."
Harry felt suddenly uncomfortable. This was too private a moment, one he had no right to trespass on. He had thought about this moment for a long time, concluding that he was ready to let both men go, now that they had each other again. How wrong he had been. How foolish to believe he could eject not only his revived friend, but the man with whom he had spent the last decade.
It came to him then, watching light and dark embrace in a twisted beautiful ying yang that the love he had for Severus was no more or less deep that what he had once had for Ginny and still held for Draco. It was a different love, born of necessity rather then choice, but it was no easier to shake for all it's forced origins. This was going to hurt for a long time.
*Merlin, Harry. It's not like you to be so pessimistic.*
Harry looked up in surprise, but Draco was facing away from him. It was his voice.. so how.
"Why are you in my head?" Harry blurted. Severus, his eyes still damp, shot him an interested glare.
*Severus. Harry.* Snape blinked. So Draco was in Severus' head too. All right. *You should know that I've been here for ten years. Not just in this tomb, but here. In both of your minds. One of the unstudied effects of Dragon Tears it seems is the displacement of the mind/soul/essenes what have you. Whatever makes me fundamentally me had to be stored somewhere while my body recovered. I've lived this past decade with you.*
Gray eyes bore into Harry and he felt strangely similar to the day he had come out of the shower and found Hermione in the bathroom doorway. Vulnerable, revealed and embarrassed as all hell. D had had been in his head! And he hadn't noticed! And that meant he knew all about Harry and Severus' relationship, had in fact, been forced to live through every moment of it from both sides.
"Harry, calm down. Honestly. You thought I was dead. It's not like your were going behind my back. Gryffindor honor is really quite something in action." Gray eyes narrowed and turned on Severus. "It fades Severus. In a day or three I won't be in your mind at all. And yes, I do know you better then I know yourself, but I did that before Harry managed to blunder up my death."
"Oi!"
"Look. We have a lot of things to work out. I've got a few ideas about where you're going to stash me and explain me away and a few others about interpersonal relationships, but I'd really like a shower and a good meal first."
They Apperated away moments later, landing outside Hogwart's. Once inside, they traveled silently through the bowels of the castle, settling into Severus' chambers. Draco went immediately to the bathroom and stayed for a long time. Harry called for Dobby and explained about the needed meal. The houself had smiled up and been strangely quiet. It was highly disconcerting.
"What Dobby?"
"Harry Potter doesn't like fish. Professor Snape doesn't like. Master Draco likes fish. So if Harry Potter orders fish."
Harry's eyes widened.
"Dobby...."
"Dobby will not be saying anything, Harry Potter. But Harry Potter should be knowing that Dobby know, yes?"
Before Harry could reply Dobby was long gone. From the room behind him there was a muffled request from the bathroom for a robe. A short conversation ensued that ended with a short lightly mocking laugh. Snape emerged from his bedroom looking a little ruffled.
"What happened?"
"Draco saw fit to remind me that I kept some of his clothing after his death. He seemed to find the idea quite amusing." Snape being sentimental? Yes. Definitely amusing. Now. A few months before, Harry would have only found it sad and a little sweet. What a difference one ex-dead man made.
When Draco emerged, Harry could suddenly tell that it wasn't only his mind that had been along for the past decade. The Dragon Tear had only worked at reversing the curse and it's effects, but couldn't do a thing about aging. When Draco smiled at the sight of fresh halibut, hairline wrinkles betrayed themselves. Blondes hid gray naturally well, but Harry could tell that the brilliant white-blonde was starting to fade. So Draco had aged along with them and it suddenly seemed more as if the man had come back from a long trip which had been filled with a strange one sided correspondence. The man was alive, remarkably alive and just as middle aged as Harry could feel himself becoming.
"That was wonderful." Draco sighed, pushing the empty plate away. "I've been longing for something that filling." Long fingers pushed through still damp hair. "I've had a lot of time to think. About many things."
"We don't have to..."Harry began, but long fingers flicked at him, Draco's old sign of dismissal.
"If not now, when? There are going to be an awful lot of questions if I just turn up again. If people were to find out what happened there would be a lot of questions raised about the legality of Dragon's Tears and stealing from the Headmaster's garden."
"I never!"
Gray eyes settled on him, tinged with laughter.
"Honestly, Potter, where did you think you snagged the Dragon's Tear from? That was Dumbledore's private garden."
"Figures." Harry muttered. "The old coot probably planned the whole thing."
A snort of disapproval from Snape. The potion's master would not stand to hear ill of Albus, especially as Dumbledore's aged.
"I wouldn't be surprised." Severus chipped in, unexpectedly. "It is the sort of thing he would do."
"Regardless, I need to not be here. At Hogwart's that is. I think I have an idea, if you amenable to it, Harry? I know you spend your vacations at Godric's Hollow. Perhaps, I could live there?"
"Of course, but why not at..." He stopped, remembering that Snape never went home. Did he even have one? He seemed to remember the man mentioning something to the effect that it had burned down during the war. And Draco certainly couldn't try to lay claim to Malfoy Manor.
"Exactly. I can live there. I have my own accounts at Gringott's that I can tap without anyone noticing. I can alter my appearance when I go out. Harry, you can tell people that I've come to stay with you because I'm looking into the effects of Voldemort's curses and you've agreed to be a subject. I have a lot I've wanted to research, so my free time will be taken care of...." Draco sighed. "I don't know what to say about this..." He waved his arm to indicate himself, Severus and Harry.
"Not nearly as easy to solve, I think." Severus drawled.
"Don't mock, Severus. I've thought about a lot of things and lived with you both. I won't take away what you've built between each other for many reasons. But I'm still Slytherin and I demand a percentage." Gray eyes pinned Harry down again. "From both of you."
"Like a threesome?" Harry's eyes crossed a little, trying to imagine those dynamics. Draco shrugged delicately.
"Like three relationships. Will work out the details as we go along."
"It seems, Mr. Malfoy, that you've left no room for argument. Your plans are impeccable." Severus looked away, even as Draco grabbed at one sallow hand and clung to it.
"Please, Severus. I need you, more then ever now. I'm not making you give up Harry, don't make me"
"Oi!"
"Shut it, Harry." Draco turned back. "If you won't have me back, then you might as well put me back in the coffin and seal the lid, Sev." The diminutive hung, a far crying reminder of other days.
"Don't be melodramatic." Snape scowled. "You know..."
"Yes. I do."
Another moment of Harry squirming in his chair like a teenager as the two looked at each other evaluating what they saw. The tension in the air was palpable and he was beginning to consider sneaking out quietly when Draco turned to him with a smile.
"Well, that's decided then."
And so it seemed it was. Draco was settled in Godric's Hollow the next day. It was a wonderful project over the next few weeks to find and purchase furniture, clothes and other necessities. It was watching life rebuild itself. Even Severus seemed to enjoy himself when Draco begun to choose carefully designed research programs for himself, digging in oldest stores he could find for ancient rare texts.
The strange triangle went well, for the sheer fact that none of the three were ever together in private. Harry and Severus continued their strange liaison at Hogwart's and alternated weekends at Godric's Hollow. It was a balance that shouldn't have, couldn't have lasted.
It took exactly a year for things to break. The night of October 5th still held a strange place in Draco's mind and he wound up staying by the fire obscenely late, sipping tea. Both Harry and Severus had arrived, both correctly assuming he would be awake and in need of some company. Neither left.
When it came time to sleep, whispered charms enlarged the bed enough for three middle aged men to use together. Lying together, their dreams developed a curious trait of bleeding over into one another. Between the three they had enough nightmares to fill thousands of empty minds, but in their shared sleep the horrid images began to fade, finally loosing their potency.
For years, the trio moved about the world as they always had. Severus eventually retired, moving into Godric's Hollow, causing a small scuffle for territory in the large cottage. Harry took over the place of Headmaster and took to carrying sweets on his person, letting light twinkle off his glasses and being unnaturally cheerful. Draco informed him that if he grew a beard then he shouldn't bother coming home.
When he returned to Godric's Hollow to be with his lovers, Headmaster Potter stayed out of the house and Harry went in. Both Severus and Draco were constantly knee deep in ancient tomes and strange ingredients, publishing papers and speculations that kept them very well occupied.
The nights were his favorite. Crawling into a big soft bed, surrounded by warmth and slow nocturnal movements, he could pretend that nothing outside the bedroom existed, that everything was suspended in those precious moments. It was fitting that in one of their slipping dreams, Harry released his tenacious hold on the world and left Draco and Severus for the oblivion of death.
They buried him next to his parents. It seemed fitting at the time. A year later, it was Severus who left, still sitting amongst his precious ingredients. Draco buried him next to Harry and began to make arrangements for his own internment. He had no will to live and spent the rest of the year he knew he had to live through, wrapping up his affairs. The man, who for the past sixty years had been known as Drake Snape, ended his ties with the outside world.
He died on October 5th, just as Harry and Severus had. He sat by the fire and waited for it to come. His last thoughts were a tangle of fear, love and fragmented memories. When he finally left his body, it crystallized, the magic of the Dragon's Tear collapsing, letting Voldemort's curse return. The strange remains were buried as directed, without head stone, between the graves of Severus Snape and Harry Potter. After all, Draco had always insisted on being in the middle of things.
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