Memoirs of a Serpent's Son

Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son

Finale

--Age 18—part 1

It was about ten at night and the sun had just disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving the sky a burnt ochre and staining the heavens with red and purple. Harry dropped his quill on the table as he stared down at the second last page of the journal. The parchment was warped from both dried and newly fallen tears. It curled and became taught in awkward places, transforming the shape of the letters and the ink as it did.

Somehow, that made the written words seem even more powerful… there was something inherently significant in a tear-blotched letter. Always more than a crisp and clean one.

His face was shining from the streams down his cheeks and he heaved silent sobs as his eyes were trained on the last words he’d managed to write. He looked beyond the words, beyond the journal and through the desk, seeing some distant image that belonged to him and his memory alone.

The inkwell had run almost completely dry and the eagle feather quill he used to write was dripping little black pearls of the liquid onto the floor, just past the edge of the desk.

He almost never came into this room… there were too many bad memories attached to it… to many thoughts and people that left strings of themselves and their lives in this room… most of these people gone for good… and others…

Harry could hardly stand to be in the study alone, but it was worse in the presence of someone else. And yet here alone, would the journal stay. It never left this room and it likely never would. It remained, perfectly positioned and centered on the desk, the quill waiting, already dipped in the ink and begging for the final pages to be filled.

The journal was more than seven years old and bore so many stories… so many heartaches and so many triumphs, though, that Harry could not resist it. He had meandered through the halls of the house for days in the recent weeks, always gravitating towards this room he hated so much… and every time his attention would steer directly to the black, leather-bound journal that taunted him from the old oak desk.

So he finally gave in. He finally gave in to its haunting call and he sat down at that dreadful desk and spilled all of his most horrifying and enlightening memories into the final pages of the book, reviving the most terrible and powerful feelings he had ever felt all in one go.

And for someone who had so little control of his emotions, it was tearing him apart.

Slowly, after a time of silent heaving and slowing tears, Harry stopped crying. The streams on his cheeks dried and his breathing slowed to a more even pace. And once he regained his former calm, he picked up the journal, let his eyes roam over the last few lines again and let out a dry laugh that held layers of nameless emotions that could never be categorized into just ‘happy’ or ‘sad’.

“Something funny, Potter?” I asked, stepping forward into the study.

Harry turned abruptly, probably expecting someone else though he had no reason to. There was no one else in the house at the moment. His bright green eyes found mine and his face lit up, though a faint blush crept onto his cheeks.

“Just laughing at my own foolishness,” he said with a dismissive grin. I smirked and leaned over his shoulder to read the pages that laid open before him.

“Well do let me in on the joke,” I told him, bemusedly. “I do so enjoy laughing at your expense.”

He turned back to me and gave an almost hurmourless snort. Almost.

“After seven years of knowing you,” he said with a snicker. “I think I’ve come to realize that much, Draco.”

I ignored him and let my eyes rove over the last sentences with a soft smile, though I won’t deny that I felt my throat close painfully at the intensity of his emotions.

“You were really worried about me, weren’t you, Potter?” I snickered, trying to hide how relieved I was to know all these things for sure. He had told me many times since I was found, but seeing it in writing was very different and gave it a more official kind of meaning.

“Are you bloody mad?” he snapped, wide-eyed. “Of COURSE I was bloody worried about you! I thought you were dead or worse, never even made it back, you arrogant sod!”

He elbowed me playfully in the ribs and I stepped back a bit to let him up. I gave him nothing but my signature smirk. I couldn’t do anything else… it was too much to know he felt so strongly about me. Too powerful and overwhelming… I never thought he would… not THAT much… I never thought I deserved it. I wasn’t yet equipped to deal with hiding this kind of emotion… even my mask isn’t that good.

Harry seemed to take my silence and smirking as a sign of disbelief and he shook his head, running his fingers distractedly through his messy mop of black hair.

“You’ve no idea how hard it was for me,” he whispered. “It destroyed me to think that you were gone forever… and the more I searched the more the thought came to bear weight in my mind and push away all my hopes. The longer it took to find you, the more people believed you were dead and the harder it was to get them to trust me. Some thought I’d gone completely mental after the final battle… they thought I’d lost it and would spend the rest of my life searching for the Boy-Who-Couldn’t-Be-Found. Some wanted to commit me to St Mungo’s. Others just didn’t want to help me anymore. The Daily Prophet stopped posting calls for search parties. They stopped posting at all about your disappearance. The Ministry stopped helping me search and pretty soon even some of the Order had given up… Ron and Hermione tried to support me but they believed you were gone too… deep down they did. Only Ginny and Luna had faith that you were still out there… unwavering faith.”

“That might be the most surprising part,” I chewed out the words, trying to force down the blockage in my throat that threatened to choke out all my air and thoughts until I shed a tear. But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. “But you can’t think that it was all that splendid for me either… I was only half-alive for most of it…and large parts of that were spent unconscious. Under rubble, I might add.”

Harry breathed deeply and his eyes went glassy again, turning the vivid green to a watery emerald, reflecting in the brightest lighting. My breath hitched at his expression. It was one of pure adoration and relief, though the haunting loneliness was still flickering in his eyes as he remembered the events of the past months.

“God, Draco… the day they found you…” he began suddenly. He had never told me this part. He claimed that it wasn’t important for me to know any of that… just that we were together again and nothing could tear us apart… nothing would take me away from him. That’s how he put it. “I was searching through more parts of the rubble in Diagon Alley. I even searched every inch of Gringott’s that I could. The goblins helped… a bit… but then Ginny ran in and told me. She said that they found you… they actually found you.

“She told me you weren’t in good condition… it didn’t look good. They were worried that you might not make it… worried that you had suffered too much bloodloss and were crushed under those rocks for too long without medical attention, but I wouldn’t listen. I had to believe that if you were actually back… that you would make it. You had to.” He paused and stepped up to me, cupping my cheek with his hand. My lips parted slightly as I stood completely absorbed in his eyes. “I flew in that moment, you know. Not on my broom but as I ran out to where Mr. Weasley and Bill were trying to lift the stones off of you, I felt myself flying. The ground hardly touched my feet… and then I saw the place and knew immediately… in fact I even cursed myself for not having known before.

“You were right underneath that statue, you know… the statue of that dragon in London. It was right on the edge of the city itself, and none of the muggle restorers had made it that far in yet… all the construction was happening on the outskirts of the city and…and yet I should have known all along. I should have known that was where you would be…And then they lifted the heaviest rocks off of you and I saw your pale face, splattered in blood, eyes closed and matted hair, lying against the base of the statue and… I nearly fainted. I nearly collapsed right there.”

I opened my mouth to say something, to comfort him as his eyes grew more and more reflective in the light and I felt my breathing become more erratic. I could hardly listen properly… I couldn’t keep this up. He was dragging all the deepest feelings from me and threatening to unleash them on the whole of Malfoy Manor… I have spent all this time controlling my emotions with a steady chain and whip… letting them loose now was just a fool’s quest for an untimely death.

But Harry didn’t let me speak. He placed a soft finger against my lips and shook his head. He would finish his story.

“But I didn’t let myself. I couldn’t, you see,” he went on in a painfully soft voice. “Because you needed my help. You needed to get better and get out of the rubble. We lifted you to St Mungo’s and ran through the wards, dragging all the medical staff that we could along with us… you were in there for hours as they gave you every potion and cast every healing spell that they knew for fear that I might lash out. The looks on their faces when I actually came in bearing an unconscious Draco Malfoy were priceless. I will never forget the feeling of triumph that came over me when I proved them all wrong… when I showed them that I was right to keep up my naïve faith that you were still out there and alive.

“I stayed by your side every moment. I slept in the chair next to you because they told me not to touch you. They told me you needed space and air and so I gave you everything I could.” He looked down and leaned his forehead against my shoulder for a moment. “The morning you opened your eyes and looked at me was the first time I felt alive since I’ve returned from the Deathly Hallows…” He looked back up into my eyes with a smile. “I would have died with you if you didn’t make it. I would never have lived again…”

I exhaled sharply and furrowed my brow, trying hard not to let any tears break the dam and flood my face. If one made it through, all the others would.

“You are a fool, Harry Potter,” I told him quietly. “To die for the likes of me after having saved the world? That’s just foolish.”

He gave me an even stare.

“Has the whole war taught you nothing?” he replied carefully. “If there is anything that I’ve learned from all of this, it’s that the only thing worth dying for –if there is one –is love. My parents died for their love of me. And Sirius… and Cedric and Dumbledore too. Neville died for it, Charlie did… And Remus and even Snape. They all died for love of some kind… Even your parents, Draco. Your mother was killed because she tried to save you. Your father could have killed himself. He could have done a great many things to give Voldemort all the assets he could but he didn’t. He might have known it was coming, but he didn’t give you away. He might have been a selfish bastard and maybe even mad… but he did love you… at least in some way.”

I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around him. I held him close and said not a word because I found myself with no words at all… I have become accustomed to being speechless… at least in the last year or so. I realized that sometimes, words just don’t hold enough meaning…

They aren’t powerful enough to convey the right feeling… the right emotions or the right message.

“Thank you,” I finally whispered into his neck as I held him. He chuckled softly.

“For what?” Harry asked, a bright and loving smile on his face. That is the smile that I never want to lose. If it ever fades away, I will go mad.

“You offer me a kind of strength I never could find on my own,” I told him earnestly, feeling awkward at the idea of revealing my feelings so bluntly. “You’ve… helped me grow and learn a lot.”

He laughed.

The bloody git laughed.

I frowned at him. Why the hell was he laughing?

“Draco,” he answered with an amused smirk. “We find strength in each other and have helped each other grow and learn. Relationships aren’t a one-way street. They are give and take for both sides and you and I are equals. We… always have been… and always will be.”

I snickered softly.

“Granger feed you that line?” I sneered, thinking back over all the times I’m sure Harry would have hexed me on the spot had I suggested we were equals. Not that I ever would have, mind you. I was clearly superior to him.

“So what if she did?” he shot back, flushing. “It’s still true, isn’t it?!”

I laughed back and kissed him, pressing my lips against his and feeling a familiar but all-too welcome rush of warmth to my stomach and downward. Harry pulled away momentarily and shivered.

“I don’t like this bloody room,” he said huskily. I cocked an eyebrow.

“Why, exactly?” I asked, pulling him back up against me.

“Well, it reminds me too bloody much of Kreacher, for one thing, though I don’t know why,” he explained with distaste.

After the Order had managed to get Aberforth and Hagrid released from Azkaban, they returned to Grimmauld Place to collect all their belongings and set things back to normal. The two guards who were supposed to defend the locked door at the Ministry were caught and arrested for suspicion of foul-play and they were accused of having been involved in mounting the attacks on London and the resurrection of the Inferi. As they refused to answer any questions that Scrimgeour asked them and managed to stave off the effects of the Veritaserum, both of them were found guilty without a trial and sent to Azkaban until the battle was over and the well-placed Order members could intervene.

Upon the return to Grimmauld Place, however, they found Kreacher cowering in the sitting room, sobbing under the Black Family Tapestry when he realized that his favourite Mistress had been killed. When Harry had demanded that he get up and leave, trying to hand the elf clothes, Kreacher exploded and began to lash out at Harry.

He revealed that he had been acting as a spy for Bellatrix as soon as Harry had allowed him to leave Hogwarts. The demands placed on him were loose enough for him to find a loophole to go find her and he was the one to inform her that I was with them, as well as hand all the information that we had about the blood weaknesses over to the Death-Eaters as well. Not to mention the details of my handing over all my vaults to Harry as well as a well-documented recounting of all there was between Harry and I.

Which made me a greater target than ever before for Voldemort.

Harry had quietly told me to escort Hermione from the room so that he could adequately dispose of the spiteful house-elf.

I never did see a body. I except that Harry simply incinerated him because he was sweeping up ashes when I returned. Granger said nothing at all on the matter.

That was also the day I suggested we move into Malfoy Manor. He was more than happy to agree.

The room we were in now was a guest study and it was my father’s study –once –but when Bellatrix came to stay with us, she ransacked the place looking for information she could offer Voldemort. There was also several photos of her with my mother throughout the room.

I had those destroyed, of course, but Harry still didn’t like the idea of the room much. I couldn’t very well blame him, but I had always liked this room…

“What’s the second reason?” I inquired, brushing dark locks from Harry’s face and running my mouth hotly against his forehead and down his cheek. He gasped softly.

“Bloody hell, I don’t remember,” he admitted harshly. “But I know it was a damn good reason!”

I snickered and let my hand run down his back to press against his arse, pressing his hips against mine.

“Mmhmm, very convincing,” I hummed as I flicked my tongue against the shell of his ear. He titled his head to the side to allow me more room to torture and tantalize him.

“Oh shut up, I really did,” he protested, though poorly. His hands were searching under my shirt and pressing madly into my back. “If you would just stop doing this at such inopportune times…”

“Ohh I don’t think you really want me to stop,” I sneered, pausing to suck on his neck and squeeze him from behind.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his erection hard against mine, through our trousers and allowing his hands to slide back down my back to mimic what my hands were doing to him.

“Yes,” I told him coyly, bringing my hands up to remove his shirt and allowing my mouth to retrieve his. My tongue forced open his lips and he poked his tongue out eagerly to meet mine.

I finally gave in and tore off his shirt, throwing it haphazardly aside to feel more of his skin. He moaned as I ground my hips against him more forcefully and stripped me of my shirt as well, forgetting all of his inhibitions about the location. Harry’s palms pressed flat against my chest as I pulled him against me and began to sink to the ground.

His fingers traveled quickly to my trousers and worked nimbly to remove them. They were suddenly gone, along with my boxer shorts and I was kneeling against him, completely naked. It took me a moment, but I realized that not only had I not lifted my legs to remove my clothes, but Harry was suddenly completely disrobed as well. I paused and pulled away in confusion for a moment. I cocked an eyebrow and gave him a bemused smirk.

“Vanished them,” he answered breathily with a faint blush. I pushed my erection against his and he groaned from the blissful friction of soft skin on skin.

“You better get them back after,” I warned playfully. “Those were my favourite trousers.”

He laughed and covered my mouth with his again, nibbling gently on my lower lip and inciting a low moan on my part. I buried my fingers in his hair and leaned backwards, pulling him down on top of me as our tongues battled for dominance. When he was fully above me, I spread my legs carefully and eased him upwards against me. Harry gasped softly and pulled away briefly, his eyes wide and worried.

“Draco…” he began hesitantly, looking at my position as I lay under him. Red tinged his cheeks and his eyes grew darker with desire as he surveyed me. I smirked openly. Yes I am gorgeous, Potter. And all yours. “Are you sure?”

Bloody adorable in his concerns.

“Yes, Harry,” I said in a low breathy voice. “I want you to make love to me.”

His eyes shifted and grew wide again.

“But… what about what… happened?” he inquired, choosing the words carefully.

“I can’t live in fear of a slain monster forever,” I admitted, wanting so badly to remove the association of being topped to rape. “Besides he just fucked me… I want you to make love to me, Harry…”

“Draco,” he whispered happily, kissing me deeply as he acquiesced to my request and ground hard against me. I spread my legs more fully for him and felt his pressure against my length. He summoned a bottle of lubricant (a new one that Fred and George had made custom for the two of us) and coated his fingers carefully, before gingerly pressing them to my entrance.

I gasped at first but bit my lip and nodded to him, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth as I felt Harry breach my entrance with one finger at first. There was no pain this time… no flashing nightmarish memories to haunt me and ruin my ecstasy. Nothing but awkward, foreign feelings and then pure pleasure.

He slid in and out gently before adding another finger and scissoring within me. I moaned loudly and threw my head back from the powerful sensations. Harry moaned too, as I reached up and grasped his arms, desperate to hold onto something and touch his skin.

“Ungh… yesss, Harry… more,” I demanded, letting the words roll off my tongue before I could stop them. Though, really, why should I have stopped them?

“Yes, Draco,” he groaned back, adding in a third finger and stretching me more fully. I cried out from the addition and arched into it, squirming to try and pull him in further. I was getting impatient… I needed more.

“Enough, Harry,” I told him sharply. “More, I want more… do it now…”

“Fuck yes,” Harry agreed, removing his fingers and grasping my legs to place himself appropriately. He bit his lip hard and I looked up, my mouth open and my eyes gleaming wantonly at him, silently demanding movement.

Harry slicked his length with the custom made fluid and pressed the head of his erection against my hole very briefly before a cry of demand on my part brought him in. He slid in hard and slow, easing the initial awkwardness of having such a large object penetrating me…

But it felt so bloody good.

He sheathed himself fully within me and groaned loudly.

“God, yes, Harry, more!” I insisted, bucking my hips and arching up and down to try and force movement. Harry could hardly take it.

“Fuck, Draco,” he said, his voice thick with rapture. “You feel so damn good… so hot… I almost can’t… need to move…”

He was rambling but I couldn’t tell. He started to pull out slowly, trying to make the whole experience gentle and loving, without realizing that it was just prolonging the torture. Still… if I had to be tortured… this is definitely my first choice.

“Yes, yes, faster,” I urged him, licking my lips and trying to keep my eyes open even as I felt his length pressing deeply into me and brushing against that sweet spot. I cried out again, unable to control my carnal reactions.

“Yes, yes, Draco!” Harry groaned, sliding in and out more quickly and with more force. I moaned deeply and tugged at his arms.

Harry brought the hand that was still covered in lubricant down to my length and stroked it smoothly in time with his thrusts. The sensation of his hand on me while he was inside of me was just too much… so much more than I could handle.

“Oh, god… Harry…” I whined in pleasure, gasping for breath. Harry moved faster and faster and his eyes shut tight, unable to keep them open any longer and I knew that he was close too.

“Fuck, yes, Draco!” he cried out. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Harry!!” I screamed, spilling out my seed onto my stomach and chest, covering myself in the sticky liquid and shivering in the waves of fantastic fireworks that exploded all over my body.

“Draco!” Harry yelled out, only a few moments later with only two more thrusts. He exploded inside of me and I felt the unusual but not unwelcome sensation of the liquid flowing into me. I moaned again and he stopped moving, breathing heavily above me before carefully pulling out.

He dropped down on the floor next to me and let his head rest against my shoulder with a goofy smile on his face. I smirked and let my eyes flutter shut briefly.

“How was it?” he asked me almost shyly. I snickered inwardly.

“I’ve had better,” I sneered.

Harry’s eyes sprang open and he sat up, a rather appalled look on his face.

“No you haven’t, you git!” he shot back, his eyes darting to the journal on the table. I laughed wickedly.

“Damn journal,” I said, pulling him down for a hot kiss. “You nosy bugger.”

“You left in on the table in the open,” he defended in mock offense before kissing me again.

“Suppose I thought that Gryffindors were noble,” I suggested, amused and wondering vaguely how it was that my loins were already stirring again.

“Ah but I’m not all Gryffindor,” he admitted rather deviously. “I’m part Slytherin, you know.”

“I don’t think it works that way,” I laughed, running my hands along his side. He was getting hard again too. I cocked a brow. “What the hell?”

“This isn’t really possible, is it?” he asked, his eyes trained on my growing length. Then he suddenly clued in and picked up the bottle of lubricant that the twins had given us and nearly smacked himself in the head. “Bloody hell. ‘The Weasley Twins’ Patented Personal Lubricant: Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun’… I’m going to kill them.”

I laughed and rolled over to hover overtop Harry. There was a wolfish grin on my face as I licked my lips.

“I think I’ll send them a gift,” I admitted, pressing my lips roughly against Harry’s mouth and sucking his tongue. He tried to speak through the embrace but didn’t manage anything but a moan.

I let got of his mouth and shimmied down his body, leaving a trail of white-hot kisses as I went and eliciting the most beautiful sounds from Harry as I did. I made quick work of spreading his legs and leaned down between them. My tongue darted out to tease him before I ran it around the tight pink ring of muscle.

“Draco!” Harry cried immediately in both ecstasy and shock. “What are you –”

But his question was quickly cut off with a gurgle of pleasure as I pressed my tongue past the ring of muscle and into his entrance, pushing in an out much in the same manner that I would with a completely different organ.

“Mmm,” I hummed against him as I moved. Harry’s hands traveled down to my head and fisted my hair, spreading his legs as far as he possibly could to leave me more room.

“Yes, fucking yes, Draco!” Harry yelled, panting hard now and letting out little sighs of excitement.

I snickered and pulled away from him, bringing still slick erection to his hole and wasting no time in penetrating him. Harry screamed from the sudden entrance but arched into it and immediately began demanding more.

He felt so fucking good around me, tensing his muscles to pull me in deeper and forcing more cries of bliss from my mouth as I thrust in and out. It didn’t take very long… not at all.

“Yes, Harry, yes!!” I cried out as I was already at my climax. “Harry!!” I yelled out, spilling out into him at the same moment that he exploded onto his stomach, crying my name in return.

It was fast and short but felt so damn good and both of us were still panting heavily from the quick succession of the night’s exertions. I pulled out and collapsed next to Harry. He summoned his wand quickly, casting little cleaning charms on both of us to rid us of most of the fluids he could before dropping it next to him and curling up in my arms.

I pulled him close and kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Harry,” I told him quietly. “I love you…”

“I love you too, Draco,” he answered, his eyes shut but his arms tugging at me, refusing to let go at all.

We fell asleep like that, holding one another and proclaiming our love…

I never thought anything like that could come to me… never ever considered but… I have it. I have it now and despite what I might have said in the past, I will never ever give this up. Never.

……

I woke hours later, lying on the sofa and covered with a thin blanket, but without Harry. I cracked my eyes open when I realized that he was missing and saw him sitting at the desk again, scribbling a few more words onto the parchment of the journal. I groaned softly, stretched and got up to see him.

“What are you writing now?” I asked groggily. He turned with a smirk.

“The ending,” he said simply. “I didn’t finish my explanation. It needed to be finished. After all these years… you had to include the final battle and the aftermath… but you refused to touch the thing. So I did. I finished it for you…”

I smiled and looked over his shoulder to read the final bit. Then, at the base of the last page, there was a single sentence written in the centre in a more ornate scrawl than the rest of the entry.

“This marks the end of the memoirs of a Serpent’s Son,” I read aloud. Turning to Harry with a questioning look I shook my head. “What’s that for?”

“Well, I thought it was a fitting ending,” he said, turning a soft shade of pink. “I mean…its true isn’t it. The journal is finished…”

I didn’t disagree but leaned over and kissed him softly and with all the passion I could manage.

“Thank you, Harry,” I told him. “Thank you for everything.”

He kissed me back and I lifted him from the seat, taking him from the room and leading him to the bedroom.

The truth was that he was right… that was a fitting ending. After all, not only was the journal finished finally, after so many years… but I’ve changed significantly.

I am no longer a “Serpent’s Son” at all. I was once just the child of a Death-Eater, a Slytherin Prince and the heir to a tainted life… the sole inheritor of a doomed existence… a regime that was never meant to survive…

But after my time with Harry, after my life with him and learning through him, learning with him… experiencing love and death and horror and bliss with him… I’m so much more.

I know now that no one can be only good or bad. No one can be JUST a Slytherin or just a Gryffindor. We all have a bit of each House in us…we each have a bit of what each founder represented… and what’s more we each form our own lives and our own futures.

I have a lion for a Patronus. I am madly and terminally in love with a Gryffindor and Saviour of the Wizarding World. My father was a Death-Eater and I was once the worst kind of pureblood.

But I have friends, now, who are from all backgrounds and all sizes and personalities. And I will not forfeit that for anything… no matter how bloody aggravating they can get… or how daft they can seem.

So, in honour of Harry and all the loved ones we’ve both lost… and in hopes for a brighter future… I end this here.

I end this part of my life and turn to open a new chapter of my life as Draco Malfoy with Harry Potter. So that’s all.

This marks the end of the Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son.

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A/N: GAH I hope you liked it! IT’S OVER! OMG I’M SAD!

Really it was a fantastic ride and an amazing experience…. So much learned and so much inspiration was found through this and through each and every one of you that has followed me through it… no matter how crazy I got with my plots hahaha… You’ll never know how grateful I am for all of your wonderful reviews and support.

Some brief explanations: I had been planning from the very beginning to write the last chapter in Harry’s perspective… not only to kind of make you believe that I killed Draco (but honestly, I would never ever kill Draco. I love him too much, so now you know hahaha) but also because I thought that no matter how perceptive Draco is… no matter how strong his words can come out, the last battle, the final defeat of Voldemort HAD to come from Harry. No one else could possibly understand it the way he does… or see it the way he does and so I needed to show that… to show exactly how he felt and how difficult it was… from the most personal perspective I could.

And Remus… I felt that Remus needed to die. His existence would be too lonely… to hard even if he were with Tonks… he’d lost all his friends, everything that had ever meant anything to him from his former life… the only times he had ever been truly happy. He got to go back to Sirius… and that means the world to me. I feel that it was also to close a chapter of Harry’s life. He love Sirius and Remus but now he must grow and move past this. He knows he can do it himself now and Remus doesn’t have to watch over him the same way anymore.

I don’t know if that makes sense but I felt it was right.

And Snape. I don’t think Snape is really evil and I hope I’ve managed to adequately use the details of previous chapters to prove his motives… despite how odd or mysterious they were. I like Snape a lot. More than I likely should hahaha.

So I don’t think there is anything else to explain… I did put Harry on Draco action in there! I did! BAHA! I managed! Even though it felt weird writing Draco as a bottom hahaha. I hope you liked it!

I’ve been considering writing a follow-up to this… eventually. Explaining what happens now… all the REAL aftermath of the war, what Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron and all go to do after this… going back to school or what to do for jobs… possibly Draco facing a trial with the Ministry for his involvement with Dumbledore’s death (yes after all of this, laws are laws, after all… at least to Scrimgeour right? Haha)

So tell me what you think. And if you have any ideas about what could happen. I dunno. I need plot bunnies hahaha. Unless you think it would be a terrible idea. In which case I don’t think I’ll go on. I just love writing Draco’s perspective SO MUCH. I was really sad when writing Harry because… it felt different. I needed to but I missed Draco so much in that hahaha.

Weird I know. Ah well.

Again, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! All the support and reviews and love! Ah I give you all glomping hugs and candy and cake and cookies and ice cream and cigarettes or coffee or any kind of craving that tickles your fancy because I adore you all!

I will be taking a short break now to relax and read the book… though knowing me I’ll miss Harry and Draco too much and Ill write some oneshots in there… and finish “Just a Poker Face” hahaha … random smut fic lol.

Gah I’m rambling. I don’t want to say goodbye!!! *sobs* this really is sad…. So strange. Oh dears. Well I hope to see you all in my next stories or else writing things of your own! I know I have all these stories to catch up on! I knew for sure I have to catch up on WeasleyWench’s stories and I recommend them to you all as well. If you have suggestions for fics to read too, please go ahead!

I really think I want to continue this later… somehow. Sorta. GAH. Sorry lol.

Ok… adieu for now then! LOVE TO ALL AND THANK YOU AGAIN!!!