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[bubosquared]

More Twilight, anyone?

London, 1998

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"So you're going through with it, then?"

Harry sighed. "I have to. If I stay here much longer, I ..." He made a vague gesture. "I don't know," sounding years older suddenly. "Don't you ever want to just leave all of it behind for a while?"

Draco shrugged. "Sure. But I can't. Granger said the trails are starting next week, and I haven't gotten anywhere yet with father's plans."

Harry was silent for a moment. "It just never ends, does it? Even now Voldemort's dead, we still have things to do."

"We have things to do. Granger and Weasley will handle the trails, and I'll be Crown Witness for the Prosecution." He couldn't stop the bitterness in his voice, hoping as soon as he said it that Harry hadn't noticed. "And then we'll start dismantling the Death Eater strongholds. But it's over for you. You killed him, you did your part, your work is done."

"Is it?" Harry's voice was completely void of emotion, and Draco looked at him, feeling as if he saw the other for the first time. Harry continued, "People keep looking at me like they're expecting something from me. I just don't know what they want me to do."

"They want you to be a hero. They want you to be the Boy Who Lived To Defeat Voldemort, they want a myth, not a real live person. And most of all, they want to get on with their lives, without a living, breathing reminder of the past." He paused for a moment. "It'll happen to us as well, I suppose. But Granger and Weasley will get married, have children, and live a quiet life somewhere in the country, I'll go back to the Manor, try and restore it, but you ..."

"... have nowhere to go and nothing to do." There was no bitterness in Harry's voice, no anger. Then, after a pause, "It's not just that, though. You of all people should know that."

"Me? Know what? Why?"

"Because we're two of the only ones outside of Azkaban who are trained in the Dark Arts."

"Ah. Right." He fell silent. He did know, of course. People crossed the street to avoid him, contempt and distrust clear in their eyes. Seven days away from helping to sentence his parents, his friends, his family to life in Azkaban, and people still expected him to turn around and kill them all. Paranoia still lingered in the wizarding world, and apparently even their Golden Boy wasn't safe from it.

"You don't seem surprised."

"I wasn't expecting people to suddenly love me, no. I'm the son of a Death Eater, Harry." He shrugged. "I don't blame them, really." Harry stayed silent. "Do you really think this vacation of yours is going to help?"

"Something has to. And it's the best I can think of."

In other news, holy fuck. I love the WB PR department, I do. Must have!

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[elfiepike.livejournal.com]

eee! you know i love. i still love. will always love. *snurffles*

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Awwwww. Thanks! #^_____^#

[blue_ant]

I really like this story. I'm glad you keep writing it. Heh :)

Also, that poster? I want it big! I hope they start selling it in stores.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Thanks. ^_^

And h yes, I want it, too. badly. Gnuh.

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[blue_ant]

We can only hope. Heh.