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Ennui	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling, WB, Scholastic, and all others involved. Unfortunately, this doesn�t include me. I�m just taking the boys out for a little joy ride.
A/N This is one big explanation chapter, folks. Lots and lots of dialogue.

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�Avalon?� Draco wasn�t sure he�d heard correctly. No ordinary mortal could just visit Avalon. It was holy, sacred�mythical.

Of course, what was he thinking? This was Harry Potter; there was nothing ordinary about him. And if, somewhere, it said it couldn�t or shouldn�t be done, Potter damn well did it. Draco could feel some of the old resentment surfacing, but he clamped down on it.

�Yes, Avalon. Draco, I shouldn�t have survived the final battle with Voldemort. I�d even prepared myself to die. My survival was as much of a surprise to me, as it wasn�t a surprise for everyone else. But it was close. I was literally at the threshold of life and death.�

Harry became lost in what every memory that conjured; or maybe he was thinking of what to say next. Draco took the time to process what he�d been told. He couldn�t reconcile the image he�d had of Potter and what Harry just said. The Harry he knew, the one he�d fought against as children, and then alongside as adults; was brave, determined and full of life. He gave no outward indications of his readiness to die. As if reading his thoughts, Harry spoke.

�Accepting my death and inviting are two different things. I knew there was a possibility, a good one, that I wouldn�t survive the encounter; and I was all right with it. Just so long as I was able to take Voldemort with me, I knew it would be okay to die. That was not to happen. I survived.�

Draco shifted on the bench, trying to find a more comfortable space. Were they this uncomfortable when he was a student, or was Draco just spoiled by the comfy teacher�s chairs?

�I was standing at the threshold of this plane and the next. It was beautiful, Draco. I don�t know if it was Heaven, Summerland, the Elysian Fields, it didn�t matter. I knew I was home. That was what poets and painters try to capture in their opuses. It wasn�t just the sights-waterfalls, forests, mountains; a veritable smorgasbord of colors-it was the feeling. I was warm and safe. A feeling of overwhelming joy enveloped me.�

Harry wasn�t looking at Draco; he was staring off in the distance, seeing something only he could see. Draco hung on to every word; Harry spoke with such passion that Draco could feel it, through Harry.

�All my memories of pain or fear or loneliness, they all left. Only the happy ones remained. And I knew, I just knew that if I stepped over that divide, I�d see my family. I�d see my mum, my dad; I�d see Remus. I�d see Sirius. I knew that everything would be all right; my friends were safe, and they didn�t need me anymore.

�But when I tried to cross, I was held back. I was stopped from entering the paradise I so richly deserved. I turned to face whomever stopped me.�

Draco watched the emotions flit over Harry�s face; he wasn�t sure Harry was even aware of them. For a second, Draco heard the bitterness Harry�s voice; he saw it on his face. And he could have sworn Harry�s eyes blinked red. But it passed so quickly, Draco paid it no attention.

�Behind me stood the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. It was a woman so pure that I felt unworthy to even gaze upon her. She moved as smoothly as a river, her eyes were as blue and deep as an ocean, and he hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She wore robes of iridescent blue the flowed about her body. She seemed so familiar, like I�d met her in a dream and couldn�t remember upon waking. She introduced herself as the Lady of the Lake.

�I remember being in complete awe. She was a myth, a legend and even had I previously entertained the idea of her existence, I never thought she�d appear to me.

�She told me that I couldn�t cross into the afterlife. Not because I didn�t deserve to go, or because it wasn�t my time, but because something happened during my final battle with Voldemort. Something no one expected.�

Harry focused completely on Draco. The green of his eyes seemed to glow from intensity and feeling. What Harry was saying was important, and something no one else knew. Draco could feel it.

�Not even Dumbledore could have predicted what happened in that last few moments of Voldemort�s life. The Dark Lord cursed me with his dying breath. Those curses or blessings uttered with one�s dying breath are always the strongest and most powerful; add that to Voldemort�s already great powers, and the end results were detrimental.�

Harry once again paused and Draco saw the remembered pain and helplessness in his eyes. That verdant gaze pierced into Draco�s own quicksilver depths. There was something else there, something more�

�Voldemort�s not dead.�

�Something foreign and dark in Harry�s eyes, something malicious.

�What!!!?? How�s that possible? We saw the body, Dumbledore said��

�Yes, yes, yes, Dumbledore said what he was supposed to say, he said what everyone wanted to hear, needed to hear. The side of Light had won; the Dark Lord was defeated. And as far as the wizarding world is concerned, it�s true.�

Harry stood up and walked over to the head table, stopping at the part of the table in front of the headmaster�s chair. Draco watched him, but made no move to follow. He was stunned, flummoxed; gob smacked even. Oh, and don�t forget completely confused.

�But if you didn�t kill him, how was he defeated?�

Harry hopped onto the table, stood up and walked from on end to the other.

�And that is where Voldemort�s dying curse comes in.�

Harry hopped on off the table, robes swirling, and casually lounged in the headmaster�s chair. He could have been talking about the weather for all the airiness of his voice, instead of the non-death of an evil Dark Lord.

�Is it a spell that�s light or dark, Draco?�

Well that came at him like a speeding bludger.

�What does that have to do with anything?�

Harry didn�t answer, he just continued to stare at Draco. For his part, Draco sighed with resignation, got up and walked to the Ravenclaw table. Out of a sense of morbid curiosity, he sat down.

�No, a spell is neither inherently light, nor inherently dark. It depends on the will and intent of the caster. It�s a paradox; while a spell is neither light nor dark, it has the potential to be both.�

Draco was surprised by his response. He knew he was smart, and the knowledge of spells was par and course for a Defense teacher, but still� He stared quizzically at the Ravenclaw table.

�How so?�

Draco stood up and cautiously walked away from the table. He made his way to the head table, hopped on it, and sat cross-legged in the middle.

�Um, because spells can be. Take the slicing charm. A person can use it to help, maybe slice a branch or an article of clothing. Adversely, that same charm can slice a person, thus harming. A fire charm can help and harm; heat a person or completely burn them; cook food or destroy forests. Water can quench a person�s thirst or drown that same person. It�s the caster of the spell.�

Harry nodded and Draco got the feeling he just passed some sort of test.

�The Dark Lord was defeated-true. The Dark Lord was not killed, also true. And with the last of his life force, he cursed me. Voldemort ensured his survival by transferring his�soul or life essence, whatever-to me. It was his contingency plan should he lose, and it was something Dumbledore, Snape, Hermione, nor myself, were aware of.�

�So, you possess Voldemort, or rather, he possesses you?�

The words were faint from shock.

�Sort of. Due to the phrasing of the prophecy, one couldn�t live while the other survives; it clearly spelled out the conditions. But darling Voldie found a loophole. He wasn�t truly living, him self, but thru me. Due to a transference of power when he tried to kill me the first time, our magical signature was similar enough for Voldemort�s spell to work. He wanted to throw me out of my own body, or at least lock me inside my own mind. That�s how I almost died and found myself at the threshold.�

Harry lifted his wand and waved it, causing iridescent bubbles to spew forth. Then, with his other hand, he made the same motions and iridescent bubbles floated through the air. Draco was only mildly impressed at the display of wandless magic. But then Harry smirked and Draco realized just how many bubbles he�d created wandlessly. The entire Great Hall was full of bubbles, all sizes and shapes.

�I was reading this book, a muggle book, called �Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.� There was a bit that included bubbles.�

�Right. Where does Avalon come into play?�

All the bubbles popped simultaneously.

�I couldn�t die, as that would allow Voldemort to control my body, and my powers. That�s why the Lady of the Lake wouldn�t let me cross over. She helped me temporarily bind Voldemort�s presence until I could learn to control him, and recover my strength. She took me to Avalon. The only one who knew I was taken was Dumbledore, and he didn�t truly know where.�

Harry got up from the headmaster�s chair and placed both hands on the table. His wand was settled underneath his right one. Draco looked at those hands, not really seeing them. He was organizing the information.

A shaft of light glinted off Harry�s wand, catching Draco�s attention. There was something there�something peculiar about Harry�s wand. Harry seemed to notice.

�As our life force, soul and magic have done, our wands fused together. It is of both him and me. I have all his knowledge, all his powers. I am, in essence, him, and me.�

Draco looked dup into Harry�s eyes, and he saw it. The differences from the child and the adult, both with too many burdens, both who�ve seen too much were prevalent in those eyes.

�What did you learn in Avalon?�

As Harry opened his mouth to answer, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and in stormed a furious Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.

�Harry Potter, what do you think you were doing running away from us?�

Harry�s eyes never left Draco�s, so the blond was able to see the shifting; the battle for control deep within those green eyes. For the first time, Draco noticed the color. They were still green and beautiful, but they were a different shade of green. They were darker, deeper, tinted with an undercurrent of crimson that could only be seen at a very close proximity.

�I wanted to discuss some parts of our lesson plan with Harry, so it was my fault.� Draco smoothly answered Harry�s friends. His voice the usual husky drawl it always was.

The corner of Harry�s mouth quirked�slightly.

�Oh, well, alright. Are you two finished?� Draco wasn�t sure Hermione really believed that lie, but thankfully she wasn�t going to push it.

Draco answered no to Hermione�s question at the same time Harry answered yes.

�No, we�re not finished. My last question was never answered.�

�We are finished. For now anyway. We�ll continue out discussion later.�

Draco narrowed his eyes at the Charms Professor.

�We�d better.� Harry actually smirked.

With that, Draco hopped off the table and walked towards the exit. When he�d reached Granger and Weasley, he paused.

�May your children have crossed eyes, big noses, uneven feet, and be sorted into Hufflepuff for your interruption of our discussion.�

Draco walked out of the Great Hall to the laughter of one Harry Potter.

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Yay!!! Questions have been answered and stuff, but I suppose more questions have arisen. Well, I�ll try my best to answer them in the coming chapters. They�re already underway. Thanks for reading.
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