Next week marked the ten year anniversary of the fall of Voldemort. Ten years after the war ended. Ten years free from the darkness.
Witches and wizards all over the world were getting ready to celebrate. Most still remembered the war, and many had lost loved ones to it, but everyone was celebrating. A new beginning was coming, there were now a whole decade of kids who had not been affected by Voldemort. The oldest of them started Hogwarts next year, but oh do they all know what happened. Everyone did.
Even the Weasley’s were celebrating, though they still ache thinking about what they lost, they have also gained so much.
Hermione and Ron married about 6 years prior and was now expecting a little baby of their own. Finally being content with their lives and having the war behind them.
Looking over any wizarding town people were buzzing with the anticipation and excitement for the amazing celebration.
A rumor was going around that Harry Potter himself, the boy who lived, the chosen one, the savior of all witches and wizards, would give a special speech at the ten years anniversary, telling the story of how he saved the world. Oh boy, how they were wrong.
Little did they know Harry Potter was one of the only wizards that was not exited for this holiday. He would spend this day at home with his husband. With Draco.
The war had been hard on them both. Harry was expected to defeat the most powerful and evil wizard in the world at the age of seventeen, not to mention him almost getting killed every year since starting hogwarts. Though he could probably have avoided most of that by not having a saviors complex. Griffindoors.
Draco also suffered because of the war, Harry helped him to move forward and heal. This is how they ended up getting together. It was unexpected, but looking back, made a lot of sense.
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It was the Sunday April 27th at the Potter household. Draco was home alone as Harry was at the Burrow with the Weasleys. Draco would usually join him, but today was so close to the death of Fred, he felt like he would intrude.
He was sitting on a comfy chair, lazily reading a book. The late spring sun pouring in through the big window. Thats what Harry saw when he apperated into his living room.
Draco hadn’t noticed his entrance yet, so Harry could spend a little while longer just looking at him. He looked so comfortable, the sun making his pale skin shine. It was not the radiating kind of shine, the kind of the sun, but rather he shined like the moon. Or maybe a star.
“Are you just gonna stare at me, or?” Draco asked, not even looking up from his book. So maybe he did notice Harry come in.
“You just look so majentic, I can’t help it”
Harry pleaded. Draco just bursted out laughing. “What?” Harry was confused over what was so funny. He hadn’t even made any jokes.
“Do you mean majestic?” Draco finally asked, having calmed down just enough, still giggling on.
“Oh..” Harry hadn’t realized his mistake, though it was quite funny. “Yeah.. oops” he chuckled. Draco, still laughing, put down his book and gave Harry all his attention.
“You are so adorable.” Draco teased. He stood up and embraced Harry. Their lips met in a soft, familiar kiss. “I love you” Draco whispered, deepening their kiss.
Harry felt himself relax, he could stay like this forever. With Draco, just doing sweet nothings all day. The little quick kisses they had at any given time, the long passionate ones just because they could, the hot breathy sloppy kisses, he loved everything they did. Mostly just for the fact that they did it together.
They spent the rest of their day as normal. Cuddling on the couch, dinner, shower, reading (mostly Draco) and then sleep.
Everything was how it always was.
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Harry woke up, on the floor of the forbidden fortress. Voldemort was speaking in the distance. “Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead.” For some reason this all felt familiar. Harry tried to think, what was happening. His heart was racing, his stomach turning, everything seemed wrong.
Then Narcissa knelt next to him. “Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear. Draco, was he at the castle? He should know right? Why can’t he stop thinking about Draco.
“No, Draco couldn’t help me.” Voldemort laughed, it was a horrible and cruel sound. He was suddenly in the spot Narcissa was only moments before. Staring down into Harrys soul. “And now, you shall join him.”
What was happening, Draco is dead. It can’t be. He can’t, no. Why was he so upset that Draco is dead, he’s his enemy, no Draco, Draco.. “Draco!”
“Harry!” It was Draco, I’m dead Harry thought. “Harry its okay I’m here.” Suddenly he was shaking. Then the forbidden forest disappeared, he was in his room, with Draco next to him. Shaking him.
“Draco” Harry breathed out, falling into Dracos arms. He breathed out again, and again, and again, though it didn’t seem like he was breathing in at all. His head felt stuffy, and his limbs numb. He was still shaking, but it wasn’t Draco doing it. He finally breathed in, and then again and again and again, this time seeming to not be able to breathe out.
“Harry, Harry baby its okay, its okay.” He could barely make out Dracos voice. How long has Draco been talking to him. Draco, Draco is safe, maybe it is really okay.
He began focusing on Dracos voice, listening to what he’s saying. “Breathe with me babe, follow my breathing, its okay.” So thats what Harry did. He matched Dracos breathing, in out, in out. He did this till his head cleared up and he could move again.
Reason flooded his brain, it was a dream, Draco is here with him. It was all over. “Hey.” He said to let Draco know he was better now. His voice was all shaky and cracky.
“Hi baby” Draco replied. Sounding relieved.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, raking his hand through his hair. It felt nice.
“I was there again,” Draco just hummed knowingly, this wasn’t something new. “Your mum asked, but then he was there instead of her. He laughed and said that” his voice broke remembering it all again, “that you weren’t”
That was enough for Draco, he pulled Harry into a tight embrace. “Shhh it’s okay, I’m here. I’m okay. You are okay.” Harry closed his teary eyes, not realizing that he had cried. Just feeling for Draco. He was okay. That was a long time ago. Almost 10 years.
Harry further relaxed, he and Draco stayed like that, Draco whispered affirmations to comfort Harry further. Wrapped around each other. Draco only went back to sleep when he was certain Harry was asleep first. He held Harry, just like Harry has held him in the past, and would in the future.
This was how they worked, holding each other through it. If one was stuck in the past again, the other would pull the out and comfort them. The few times they were both there, they would lean equally on the other, it was easier to help someone else than to help yourself. They always did it and always would.
Nobody understood it, that they were broken. They used their broken pieces and built their relationships, that was whole. Thats why Harry would stay inside on the the 2nd. Because it all would be to much. It would bring him right back. Draco felt the same.
That was their love, and nobody could come between it.