My Sacrifice

//Hello my friend//we meet again//

Two cloaked figures sat at a table in the back of the Leaky Cauldron. No one realized who they were, except maybe the bartender, but all could identify them as a couple. These two where often visitors here, and always, when they were together, they were in those long black robes. They hadn't been back for two weeks. The bartender walked up to the couple.

"The usual, my friends? Let me see, a hard Butterbeer for you," he said, pointing at the first one, "and a... fire whiskey for you." The two figures nodded. The first one beckoned to him to lean down, as to be able to whisper in his ear.

"A back room, where no one can observe us. As usual," the figure whispered. The bartender nodded.

"Right this way." The bartender led the couple to a room that was charmed to be soundproof. It was the usual place that these two were guided to. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy removed their hoods.

//It's been awhile// where should we begin?//

They sat down across from each other. They didn't talk till they had their drinks. "So, how has your work been going? Did you find my master yet?" Draco sipped his whiskey. "Or, did you find out where my father is?"

Harry shook his head. He drank a little of his hard Butterbeer. "We've found nothing. There are no traces of your father. The Ministry thinks that maybe he killed himself. You were not mentioned. I think they think you're dead, or that you've fled the country. There were even some fabricated stories of you being sighted in India."

"Stories you fabricated?"

"Yes."

"And good thing they don't know about my father. If they did, the charges against me would double. Are you sure that the bartender will not tell?" Draco let his anxiousness show on his forehead.

"They don't know that you killed him, no. The bartender is bounded not to tell. The strongest binding I could do. I doubt your current master could do better."

"Good.... so, shall we move from business?" Draco let his eye wonder from Harry's face.

"Yes, well it's been a while.... almost forever, it seems."

"But it's only been a week. I know."

//Feels like forever//

Draco's foot massaged Harry's thigh. It had been too long... "I think that might not be the best thing for us to do. If we are caught..." Harry's voice trailed off. The desire was far too strong. It seemed that it had been a millennium since...

"...Then we both die. If my master finds us, you die because of who you are, I die because this is viewed as betrayal. And if your boss finds us, then we will both get life in Azkaban. You would be thought of as a double agent. I know. We've talked about it many times. But it never stopped us before. Please," Draco's gaze poured imploringly into Harry's eyes, "Please, tonight..."

//Within my heart a memory //A perfect love that you gave to me //Oh, I remember//

They did what they always ended up doing. The physical desires were too strong for even them to put off. It was like a thousand times before, only better this time. The way it was always. Their affair was a hard ruse to do, but they did it. And went back to their wives afterward. But they imagined their wild, perfect love when they slept with their wives. And they lived a lie, but, power, did they love their lies.

//When you are with me I'm free// I'm careless, I believe// Above all the others we'll fly//

The trial room in the basement of Azkaban was filled. The only seat empty was the one Auror seat usually filled by Harry Potter. The doors opened, and a tall, pale man entered. He was flanked by two dementors. An Auror by the name of Ronald Weasley had found him in the Leaky Cauldron five days ago, and Draco had been waiting for someone. But he didn't let on whom. Nothing would make him say who. He was going to be sentenced for the kiss. Every one knew the out come. And almost every one agreed it was deserved. Close to 500 Muggles had died due to a man who fit his description. Right down to his robes, and his voice. He had AK-ed an island off the coast of Spain, on which fifty vacation houses were situated on, and two hotels. The whole island was barren now.

The story the Muggles got was a psychopathic bomber had come through and done a random bombing. And they were told that the man had been caught as soon as Ron Weasley had brought him in. The room was in absolute silence. The people in the crowd had never seen such a horrid person. And none of them thought that the horrible person would be so good looking, rich, and married with three kids.

// This brings tears to my eyes// My Sacrifice//

At the end of the trial, after countless people had spoken against him, the crowd was about to pass judgment. Percy stood up. "And if any one has any thing to add...."

"I DO!" Harry Potter rushed in, obviously un-showered, wearing the same clothes he had worn the night before. He looked like he had rolled out of bed. "You have the wrong man!"

// We've seen our share of ups and downs //Oh how quickly life can turn around// In an instant//

A murmur went through the crowd. Was what the great Harry Potter said true? Had the Auror that was second in rank only to Harry himself, Ron Weasley, arrested the wrong man? Did Harry even know who did it?

Percy let his steely stare fall on Harry. "What is the meaning of this?" Harry shook as he told the crowd the last thing they wanted to hear, that one thing the whole wizarding world dreaded to hear from the lips of their hero. The one thing that would both save and destroy Draco Malfoy.

"I DID IT."

// It feels so good to realize// What's in yourself and within your mind// Let's find peace there//

* two weeks later *

Harry Potter had admitted to killing 500 Muggles. The scandal was all over the WWN. And that Draco Malfoy was innocent of all crimes charged against him. No one even thought anything even close to the truth. Harry Potter had sacrificed himself for the one he loved. And that his guilt was as fabricated as all the information he passed on to the Ministry on Draco before. Draco was guilty, and Harry was an innocent fool. The jury had decided that even the kiss was too good for this. He was charged to death and only a limited list of visitors was allowed to see him. His wife, his child, and one person he could choose. He chose to have Draco be the one that would be allowed.

"You idiot. Why did you do this? It was stupid. You should have let me take the blame. You are a bloody fool." Draco leaned back on his chair.

A thin Harry stared back at him. He only ate when Draco was there. "I did it because I love you. Besides, if we look inside ourselves, it doesn't matter if I was innocent or not. It's for my peace of mind. And if you let your self [yourself] feel, you'd realize that we will never be apart. We have each other in our minds."

"VISITING HOURS ARE OVER. I REPEAT, VISITING HOURS ARE OVER. THANK YOU"

Draco stood up. "You are crazy. You are dying tomorrow. I can't believe you still talk that way." He left, but his eyes were silently crying.

//I just want to say hello again// I just want to say hello again//

*two days later*

" ... and dust unto dust. We rest this person to let you, oh, Lord, pass judgment upon him. And though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil...."

Four hours later, after the sunset, a dark cloaked figure arrived at the cemetery by the sea. It crouched down next to the grave of Harry J. Potter. "My love... " it sighed, then sobs racked its body. And after lying on the grave, in the fresh dug earth, it stood, and walked to the Cliffside.

//Cause when you are with me// I am free I'm careless, I believe// Above all the others we'll fly //This brings tears to my eyes//

"And though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death... I... I shall fear no evil... for the.. the Lord is with me...." Draco's wavering voice drifted crossed the sea. Wind embraced him, and played with his hair like a lover. Like Harry would. His eyes stared out at the stormy sea, and as he fell to the rushing sea, he gasped, "....never apart, my love."

//My Sacrifice//My Sacrifice//

Fin.