One More Time

There's one more chance

One last time

To make it right

To live life.

"Who said life was so easy?"

"..."

"Guess what Potter?"

"What..."

"Life isn't easy."

"What if I want it to be?"

"You don't always get what you want, Potter. You're wasting my time. Are you done questioning me?"

"How did we live?"

"I don't know. I'm not God."

"Malfoy, why do you always have to be this cold?"

"Why can't I, Potter?"

"After everything, everyone is gone. Don't you realize everything is gone? Including your father?!"

"I already know, Potter."

"Why are so damn heartless?"

"Because I'm not, Potter... I feel too. Why do you always disregard me?"

"Because you're an asshole."

"What if I am? I still exist."

"I exist too."

"I know Potter. I pick on you just like I did everyone else."

"THERE IS NO ONE LEFT!"

"I hear, Potter... I feel too..."

Harry Potter rises from the rubble, rising from death, walking a couple paces away from Draco Malfoy, not facing him.

"I don't know why we lived..."

"No one knows." As Harry Potter says this tears stream down his face corrupting life.

Draco Malfoy turns around looking at what is left of the school. "Time, we have time, Potter."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?! There is no 'we'."

Turning back to Harry* "I stand corrected, you have time. You can rebuild this, as if this never happened."

"I'm tired of playing Hero, don't you see, Malfoy? There is nothing left."

"There's the future, Potter."

"I'm tired. You can do it yourself."

"No one can do this alone."

"So you think we can do this?" Harry Potter replies whipping around wiping tears away from his face.

"There is no 'we'."

"Funny, funny," Harry Potter says raising his wand to his head.

"Killing yourself won't help any."

"I see, Draco... I see the school shattered like my life."

"Be careful what you call me, Potter. New respect won't go anywhere with me."

Glare*

"They died for you, Harry Potter. They died so you could live. Don't kill yourself after what they did. It would be rather pointless. I... only survived because of coincidence..."

Harry Potter lowers wand to his side. "You're wrong..."

"What?"

"You're wrong. You've always been wrong about this. You never see."

"I see just as much as you see. I see us alive."

"No you don't. You see two lives, you don't see the souls. We both lived for a reason."

"What reason?"

"We have the power to live."

"I guess we do, Potter."

Silence*

Chuckles*

"What's so funny, Potter?"

"Nothing."

"Must have been the first time you smiled in a while. And for no reason either."

"Memory..."

"Those memories will kill you one day."

"What if they do?"

"I guess you'll come to me..."

"And why would I come to you, Malfoy?"

"Because there is no one left."

"The sun is setting, turn around."

A deep orange sun casts an eerie, warm light onto what is left of Hogwarts. A soft wind is blowing playfully onto their faces as they stare at what was, what is and what it will become. The sun sets in silence as broken trees and rubble disappear into darkness. The only light is the moon covered by clouds and tiny speckles of light peeping out of the clouds.

Draco Malfoy stares back in the dark* "I can see you crying in the dark Potter."

"... I don't care."

"I do."

"What, Malfoy...?" Whipping tears away*

"I care."

"Why would you care?"

"One of us has too."

Silence*

Clouds have rolled in as a flash of light is accompanied by thunder echoes in the air. Water pours down onto them washing away sorrow and decay, and stinging wounds. Neither speaks as only rain is heard with thunder. Harry Potter looks at Draco Malfoy through the rain stepping towards him.

"I'll play Hero one more time..."

"I guess you will."