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The Amourette

Author: silverXserpent

Rating: R

Summary: Sequel to The Amour. Eight long years after the collapse of Hogwarts and the Great War, Harry is an undercover Auror. Draco Malfoy has been missing all these years, and Harry has learned to forget the once heated romance that used to be. But what happens when Malfoy appears on his doorstep seeking help, not knowing that Harry is supposed to find Draco and turn him over to the Ministry?

Warning: Harry x Draco slash. And lots of sexual tension. I also tend to be haunted by the cliffy monster so you’ll see lots of those too. And I’d highly suggest reading the prequel The Amour before diving into this one because then you’ll know the deepness of their used-to-be relationship and some references I might be making to their past. Also, DEATHS. Other then that, ENJOY.

Whel isl is lost to darkness

Let the blood red curtains fall

There is no encore

The finale is here

It’s over

It’s gone

[Chapter One] The Prelude

Screams.

Blood curdling screams everywhere.

Blinding flashes of light.

And then more screams.

The sounds were all mingled together. It came from all around him. And everything was just a blur.

It was the wasteland of hell.

Scorching fires burnt the once grassy slopes, now a colorless façade of ash and smoke.

B
Bloodied bodies littered the charcoaled earth with expressions of fear and surprise etched onto their forevermore unchanging faces.

Harry stood upon this same soil, wondering how many of these lifeless bodies were his friends. Schoolmates that he’d spent the last six years of his life with.

He didn’t realize that he’d been standing there like a stump until a terrified voice reached his ears from somewhere close.

He lifted his head to see Ginny Weasley running toward him with her

wand out, pointing to something he couldn’t see.

“HARRY!” she screamed. “Harry! Behind you! Behind you! He’s right behin-”

A flash of green light, a whoosh of air, and the girl’s bfrozfroze. Then slowly, it fell to the ground like a rag doll. Her wand clattered beside her and all was still.

“NOOOOOO!!!!!!” Harry bellowed as he ran over to where she lay and picked her up in his arms. He turned her over to see the same wide-eyed look on her face that possessed all the others.

This couldn’t be true. She couldn’t be dead.

But she was.

He lay her body gently back to the earth and stood up, his body trembling and eyes raging with unquenchable hate. No, it was beyond haHe wHe wanted to kill. He wanted to kill them all.

He whirled around to see a towering figure cloaked in tattered black robes and a hooded face, pointing out his wand at Harry’s heart. But Harry was quicker.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

The Death Eater became a lifeless lump at his feet.

His chest heaved and shuddered. He’d done it. He’d managed to kill.

And he knew he wasn’t going to stop there.

Suddenly from somewhere to his left, another familiar voice was shouting.

“Severus, No! Get back!”

Harry turned his head.

Remus Lupin was trying to shove Severus Snape away as another Death Eater approached them rapidly. The Death Eater raised his wand and pointed it at Remus, and Severus lunged out at him, knocking him out of the way of a green beam of light.

Severus caught it full in the chest.

“SEVERU-”

Remus’ body jerked and fell heavily through the air as a second curse hit him too.

“Remus!” Harry yelled, his voice cracking and becoming lost amongst the fresh screams around him. The Death Eater looked up at him and beneath the shadowy hood, Harry could see a curling lip.

Before the Death Eater could take one step toward him, Harry again, heard the deadly curse bursting from his lungs and the figure keeled over dead.

His mind was no longer reasonable anymore. He didn’t care that he was killing people. He didn’t care that he was uttering Voldemort’s trademark curse. It didn’t matter, he could be dead tomorrow because he knew. He knew how this was supposed to end.

The Prophecy was just as clear to him as the day Dumbledore had told him of it a year ago. The words that no one but he and two others ever heard.

Either must die at the hand of the other

For neither can live while the other survives.

There was only one thing left for him to do. And that was to fulfill the Prophecy once and for all.

Today, the future of the world would be decided, and the power to change it for the good or for the worse was completely in Harry’s hands. He wouldn’t surrender. He would not let himself die until he had defeated Lord Voldemort. Even if it meant that he would die as well...

There was no time to lose. The other’s were in danger. It was now or never.

The sun had set long ago and the darkness was nearly complete around him. Only the vivid curses and spells could be seen, shooting like stars over his head. One wrong move, and he’d be dead.

“Lumos” he whispered and the tip of his wand emitted a ball of light. For a second, he didn’t know what his eyes were looking at. A second later, he realized that his light was hovering over the hem of a trailing black robe. He slowly lifted his arm and little by little the figure’s body became visible. His light finally slid up to the face and his wand slipped a few inches from his sweaty g

“Harry Potter. How fortunate to be able to come face to face with you again.” a hollow voice hissed.

“Same goes with me, Voldemort.” Harry replied, regaining himself. He tried desperately to keep the fear out of his voice. “Funny, because I was just about to go and look for you.”

A high pitched cackle echoed harshly through the air between them.

“I suppose you think that you’re going to finish me off?”

“You have no idea what I’m thinking.”

“Oh yes, I do Harry. You don’t seem to remember... I have a certain special ‘connection’ with you... and it’s all thanks to your muggle mother.”

Harry smirked grimly. “Yes, and it’s also thanks to her that I have the power to kill you.”

“I suppose so, but you seem to havegottgotten one thing.... I, am Lord Voldemort.”

“And I, am Harry Potter. It bloody makes no difference, Tom Riddle.”

“I admire your bravery, for you are a Gryffindor inside and out. But playing with fire is never a good choice, Harry.” Voldemort’s lips twisted cruelly. “Perhaps I should teach you a thing or two about the consequences?”

Harry gripped his wand tighter and the muscles in his face clenched. “Not until we’re through with this duel.”

Voldemort laughed and lifted his wand between his long and gaunt fingers.

“Then enjoy it Harry, for this will be the last one you ever have.”

Harry jabbed his wand at the emaciated body before him.

“EXPELLIARM-”

“CRUCIO!”

Harry dived out of the way, the spell missing him by a breath of air. He looked up to see Voldemort opening his mouth again.

“CRUCIO!”

“PROTEGO!”

The jet of red light that shot out of Voldemort’s wand dissolved into the thin barrier Harry had created. But as soon as the curse had hit it, the shield was destroyed.

Voldemort raised his wand a third time and when he cast the same curse again, it’s aim was true.

Harry felt a thousand knives slashing into his skin and his head felt as though it would smash to pieces. Screaming, he fell to his knees.

“Such a beautiful sight....” Voldemort said, his voice full of mock pity. “I would gladly watch you die like this, Harry.”

Harry’s mind was buzzing loudly and he collapsed to the ground.

NO.

Through all the pain, he blindly fought to control his arm.

You will die.

NO!

It is too late...

No it isn’t!

Voldemort will kill you-

“AAARGGHHH!”

Harry’s voice roared deafeningly as the curse was broken and Voldemort stumbled backwards. His red eyes were blazing with black fire.

Harry’s glasses had shattered from the impact of his face hitting the gravel. Blood was trickling into his eyes and his consciousness was slowly ebbing away.

He couldn’t die now. He had to kill....

Voldemort was advancing on him, a look of victory on his face.

“It looks like I have won this duel, doesn’t it?” the gleeful voice hissed. He was now standing right above him. “Good bye Harry Pott-”

“IMPEDIMENTA!”

Out of nowhere came a flash of light, and Voldemort’s body jerked violently and then froze.

Draco was standing behind Voldemort, his robes torn and his face covered in nasty cuts and bruises. His arm was immobile, raised and still pointing at Voldemort’s back. He stared at Harry with hard, piercing eyes.

Harry tore his gaze away from the intense silver orbs and lifted his aching arm.

Finally, this was it. After all these years...

Summoning up his last drops of strength, he snatched his wand with the tips of his fingers and pointed it at the ghastly and white skeletal figure in front of him.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” he cried out.

And then everything went black.

And that was the last time he saw Draco Malfoy.

Even when all the survivors had been recovered after the War, Draco did not turn up.

So many innocent people had been killed that day. More than one-hundred bodies had been found among the remnants of the Hogwarts castle and grounds.

The castle itself had been nearly complete in it’s collapse. The towers were gone and the seven floors mere rubble and stone. The only part of the castle that had remained safe was the Great Hall where most of the fortunate students had taken refuge before the third attack had been set.

At first, Harry would not believe that Draco was missing. He was to the point of pure insanity when the list of surviving students had been made. He checked the long roll of parchment twenty times, each time thinking that he’d accidentally skipped over his boyfriend’s name in a hurry to find it.

But no matter how many times his eyes went over the list, it did not change a thing.

Draco was not alive.

Uncontrollable tears were cascading down his blood crusted face as he lay in his bed at St. Mungo’s the morning after the War.

It did not seem possible. It did not seem probable.

But what other explanation could there be?

At that moment, there was a soft knock on his door and he quickly tried to dry his eyes.

A mediwitch opened the door and stepped in smiling gently, but Harry kept his gaze on his hands.

“There is someone here to see you Mr. Potter.”

Harry’s head immediately snapped up. His heart began racing a mile a minute. Could it be....

“Hello Harry.”

Albus Dumbledore came into the room wearing an old and tired expression on his face. All the usual sparkle in his periwinkle blue eyes behind his halfmoon spectacles were absent. It looked as if he had aged fifty years over the night.

Harry couldn’t hide his sinking heart at the sight of the Headmaster. His hands balled up into fists with anger.

Dumbledore walked over to his bed and wordlessly settled himself in a chair next to Harry. The gray haired wizard nodded to the mediwitch and she shut the door quietly behind her.

For a moment, neither said anything. Harry closed his eyes and rolled over to face the wall. He was not in the mood to speak with anyone.

“Harry.” Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice low and weary. “I’d like only a minute of your time.”

Harry remained silent.

“I will not ask that you speak, yet it is important that you listen to what I have to say next.” Dumbledore said urgently. “As soon as you have recovered, you must start training as an Auror immediately.”

Harry’s head jerked up in surprise.

“It has been discovered that the remaining Death Eaters have all disappeared after Lord Voldemort was killed. A spy for our side has informed us that the Death Eaters had plans to take over once their Lord was killed. They are hungry for the power that the Dark Lord never gave them, Harry.”

Harry sat up and looked out the window.

“What does this have to do with me?” he asked curtly. “I killed Voldemort, I did my duty, I saved the world, I’m done.”

“You are in danger Harry. And for all the above reasons. They will look for you. They will try to find you and most likely kill you. For this reason, you must be ready. You must train to be an Auror so that you know what to do when this happens. You might even be able to prevent it if you obtain these skills.”

Harry turned his head toward Dumbledore and stared at him, a confusion of thoughts and emotions winding through his mind.

“Do you understand Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry closed his eyes and nodded.

The scraping of a chair told him that the Headmaster was getting up to leave.

“Oh and I believe I have something here for you.” There was a faint scuffle of cloth and then a soft plop. “I must be going now,but if there’s anything you need, tell one of the kind mediwitches and they will contact me.”

When Harry opened his eyes, Dumbledore was gone already. He sighed and looked over to his bedside table to find a thin cream colored envelope sitting atop the smooth surface.

He reached out uncertainly and picked it up.

On the front, a flowing script spelled out the name; Harry Potter.

His breath caught in his throat when he recognized the elegant and slightly feminine script.

But.... but.... a voice was protesting inside Harry’s head. Draco is.....

With a racing heart and trembling fingers, he tore open the envelope violently.

It was a very short letter. The date at the top right-hand corner told him that it had been written today..... So that meant that Draco was still alive....

Taking a deep breath, he began to read...

>Dea>Dear Harry,

I’m sorry that I didn’t deliver this letter to you myself. But I couldn’t anyway even if I wanted to. There’s so many things that I want to say to you but it would just make things harder and so I won’t.

This will probably be the last letter I ever write to you. I can’t see you anymore either. I can’t give any reasons and I know I’m hurting you but this is the only thing that can be done. What we had needs to end.

Please just forget about me and move on Harry. Don’t try to find me and don’t try to send your owl to me.

Maybe someday we might run into each other.

-Draco Malfoy

The paper fluttered onto his lap from his slack fingers and he stared blankly at it, not understanding what had just hit him.

Is this some sort of joke? he thought incredulously as he picked up the letter again slowly.

He reread it once more, trying to find some hint of humor, but he found none. And it was unmistakably Draco’s handwriting.

He shook his head and turned the paper over, yet again, there was nothing.

This couldn’t be for real. This couldn’t be possible. It had to be a load of bullshit.

Draco was just trying to scare Harry. He would come bursting into the room any minute now, with a huge smirk on his, telling him it was just a cruel prank. That he did it just to see the vulnerable Harry that he loved so much.

He stared expectantly at the closed door, but nothing happened.

Then the reality of it all began to sink in. His breathing became painful and his fingers dug into the parchment, and it crumpled under his grip.

Draco wanted to break up with Harry.

Draco didn’t want him anymore.

Anger started to surge up inside of him. This couldn’t be happening right now. Not when what he needed most was to have Draco by his side. He needed Draco to hug him. To kiss him and to let him cry into his arms.

Draco was everything to him and more. Without Draco, he didn’t see the point of having survived the War. Draco had been the one that had kept him hoping, the one that kept him confident even while knowing that in the end, so many lives of people that he cared for, would be lost. Because when it was all over, he’d still have Draco.

Furious tears began to cloud his vision and with a sudden choked cry, he grabbed the ceramic vase that stood on his bedside table and threw it against the wall on the other side of the room.

It shattered into a million pieces.

Just like his heart.

His fingers ripped at the letter and shredded it until it was no longer legible.

He tried to swallow back his tears but a sob escaped his throat and he fisted his pillow and buried his face into it.

“Why Draco?” he cried out. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Had he done something to make Draco hate him? If so, what had he done?

Images of their last time together floated into his mind.

No, they’d been happy together.... everything had been fine between them....

Until Draco left you... a voice said quietly.

He got mad and left.... Harry remembered and suddenly, the pieces clicked together inside his head.

Draco getting defensive when Harry had mentioned Lucius yesterday... Draco disappearing suddenly right after the War.... Dumbledore’s warnings.... the letter.....

“Oh my god.” he breathed, suddenly feeling sick. “It can’t be...”

But it was the only possibility that would tie all the questions inside his head. He didn’t want to believe it but it made everything make sense.

Draco never meant to stay with Harry.

His aim was dark power from the beginning. Just like all the other Death Eaters. He was going to join his father and become one of them.

The past had simply been all a lie. A lie and nothing more.

A lie to get Harry to trust him. A lie to use Harry to defeat the Dark Lord.

Harry clamped his eyes shut. He felt as if he would pass out any second.

“Oh my god.” he said again, tears streaming down his eyes. “I was so dumb... How could I have not seen this?”

But even with this realization, he knew that he could never stop loving Draco.

And he never would.
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