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Death of a Raven	By : dime Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Epilogue

Ten
Years Later

"Harry?"

The man in question kept talking to the woman in the white hospital
bed for a little while longer. Then he politely took his leave and
turned towards the speaker.

"Draco! What are you doing here already?"

The blond playfully threatened his partner with his index finger.

"Honestly, Harry, I am tempted to attach a Muggle watch to your
arm with a permanent sticking charm. Have you any idea how late it
is?"

He gently took Harry's arm and guided him towards one of the
fireplaces on this floor as they talked.

"Umh, around seven, I would think."

"It is TEN p.m., Harry! You've been working over-time for two
hours now. Godric's Hollow."

"Godric's
Hollow. - cough, cough- Well,
who would have thought."

"Just like yesterday."

"Well, yes, but that was..."

"And the day before."

"I had- "

"And the day before that."

"Draco, I-"

Draco turned towards the raven-haired man in the Head Healer robes
and gently pulled him into a hug.

"Harry, I know you always have wonderful reasons to stay longer
at work. But please think of Sev and me a little, as well. Hm?"

Harry leaned back with a soft sigh and enjoyed the feeling of being
safe in Draco's strong arms.

"I know that your work is everything to you. You have often told
us how you and... he have suffered to make all of those
medical innovations available to our world.

"Hey, I was there when you discovered one cure after
another in your unique way during our last year at Hogwarts and the
many years that followed. And paid for it dearly."

"I know that, Draco. I do. I also know that I might not have
made it without you and Severus. I will be grateful to you both until
the end of my life.

"And to him.

"It was he who told me that I might find love not where would
have expected it back then..."

Harry's eyes got a dreamy, far-off look and Draco could only guess
that his life partner was once again lost in memories. Different from
the many days and nights when this would have been a reason for
worry, Draco could now calmly leave Harry to his reminiscence.

Three years ago, Harry had discussed the last of Raven's nightmareish
memories with him and Severus and analysed the medical possibilities
it opened.

They had reached the end.

There were no more horrible memories to discover.

Harry had worked through the enormous mountain of abuse, mutilation,
disease, humiliation and pain and come out undamaged at the other
end.

He was not left broken by the experience; Raven's spell had protected
him.

---

Hermione and Ron had never learned the truth. For several years after
their graduation, Harry's abrasive and cool demeanour that without
fail answered their worried questions had caused a rift between the
three former best friends. Harry's relationship with the two
Slytherins that they stopped hiding after the seventh years
graduated, only made matters worse.

But then one night Hermione had come to visit unannounced.

Climbing
out of the fireplace, Hermione was confronted with a crying Severus
Snape, sitting alone at the kitchen table and continuously sobbing "I
can't do this any more... I can't... When will it ever be over..."

For a
full five minutes, Hermione simply gaped at him.

Then she
hesitantly approached the usually so controlled and emotionless
Potions Master and gently folded him into a hug. She did her best to
console him.

It took
her the better part of an hour to put the broken man back together.
Finally, his tears had dried. He had thanked her, fairly ashamed for
the spectacle he had made of himself. Asked about the reason for his
distress, he answered darkly:

"Harry
proudly told us today that he believes he has worked through more
than half of the memories by now. Half? Only one god-damned half?!?

"I
see him struggling every day with the things that have been done to
him. It's been over
two years now. And that was just a little more than half? The more
harmless half!!!

"I
know that Harry is strong. But... I
am not strong enough to simply watch from the sidelines how
he is suffering!

"I
just want it to stop, can you understand that?

"But
he has taken the memories of his own free will, and he won't push
them away until he has worked through every one... every damn single
one..."

The man
broke off, stared at her with wild eyes and abruptly clamped down. He
seemed to only now get an understanding of who he was talking to. She
could physically see the aloof mask sliding back onto his face as he
called himself to order. Harry did not want her and Ron to know what
these mysterious 'memories' were all about; obviously, Snape and
Malfoy were no more inclined to talk to her about them than Harry
was.

After
this night, she finally believed Harry when he said it was better for
them to never know what those Memories
were that were the focus of his long talks with his
Slytherins.

If they
were truly so bad that the mere thought of Harry witnessing
them was enough to have Severus Snape, the most cold-hearted bastard
she had ever known, totally losing it and sobbing in her arms like a
little boy... Then maybe it was better to lay the fight to rest.

Maybe
one day when she was old and had seen all there was to see in the
world... Maybe then she would dare ask Harry about those memories
again.

But
until that time, she would simply be grateful that Harry had spared
her.

From that day, the friendship between the three Gryffindors had
improved. Hermione had told Ron about her experience and convinced
him that sometimes, it was best not to have all the facts. With this
claim from the part of nerd par excellence Hermione Granger, even Ron
could no longer insist that Harry's silence was treason to their
friendship.

And so Harry re-won his friends. Even though they did not know what
was really going on, they were a big help to the three men living
with the memories of a more than dead victim. They were able to cheer
Harry up, pull him from his sporadic sudden flashbacks or simply
distract all three of them from their darker thoughts.

---

Harry gently stepped out of Draco's embrace and made his way towards
the bathroom.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he heard Draco call through the
half-open door.

"Yes. When is Severus coming home?" he asked back,
stripping from his hospital robes and dumping them in the laundry
basket.

"He's been here for two hours. Though he seems to be asleep
now... Guess he was tired of waiting."

"Severus works too much," Harry called from under the
shower.

Draco snorted loud enough that Harry could hear it even through the
sound of the running water. "Pot calling kettle black, Harry!"

"Hey, at least I don't have to oversee any more experiments. Now
that I've passed on all of Raven's knowledge, I'm just another Healer
like any other..."

A few moments later, Harry stepped out of the bath and was
immediately drawn into a hug and a fierce kiss by his blond lover.

"I don't like it when you say you're nothing special."

"But Draco... I think that's a good thing! I don't want to be
special."

"And yet you are," a silky, dark voice purred from the
direction of the bedroom. "And that is a good thing. You, Harry
James Potter, are utterly special to me and Draco.

"I am not talking about Raven's legacy.

"I am talking about you, Harry, being the most important person
in both of our lives.

"We love you."

Severus had come closer while he was talking and now slang his long,
muscular arms around the two younger men.

Harry gratefully sank into the embrace of the two men who loved him.

Raven might have feared that Harry would fold under the weight of
his memories. But Harry had proven that he was strong enough to carry
the burden he had taken upon himself. With the help of Draco and
Severus and the occasional support of his other friends, he had gone
through those painful times without ever forgetting how to laugh.

After so many years, Raven's worries were finally, finally proven
unfounded: Harry would never break from the memories of his
'alternative self'.

They were Harry's memories, and yet they were not.

They were past and they were future.

But it wasn't his future.

Harry's future was not a lonely one. And although the pictures of
torture, rape and mindless destruction were with him in every waking
and sleeping moment of his life, he had slowly gotten used to them
and knew how to keep his emotional distance.

He had a job; he had a life. He was free.

He had Draco. He had Severus.

He could keep his promise towards Raven.

Harry was happy.

~ fin ~

A/N:'Rabentod',
the original German version of this fic, is now being turned into a
doujinshi (a fan comic) by the wonderful Tesla. Even if you can't
read German, you know the story, so have a look:

http://animexx.onlinewelten.com/doujinshi/zeichner/301624/output/40448/

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