The sun blazed above their heads, brightening the world and revealing its dazzling colors. This day was gorgeous in every way possible; a rare delicacy in England. It was so completely impossible to be unhappy, though there was no one to prove otherwise. Beautiful white daisies had sprung up over the years around the field without the help of any magic, protecting its grasses, and its inhabitance, with a shield of innocence and wonder.

Draco looked out onto the field, taking in the fresh scent of flowers he loved so much. The daisies went on forever into the horizon, spreading their message with them. A bright white smile appeared on his face as he remembered something. He pulled out his pocket and stared at the large marbles in his hand.

"Your marbles," Harry said simply. "You haven't lost them after all."

His smile only grew bigger, then faded as he explained their history. "There used to be seven small marbles; three green ones, two black ones, a grey one, and a red one. They were given to me by the Dark Lord. He had told me what everything represented; the green was my family, the black our loyalty to him as Death Eaters, grey was him, and red…was blood spilt, I suppose. I never much was fond of these marbles because of that, though I did use them to train my magic further without a wand. More recently, I was flipping them around in the air, and they changed. You saw them, then; a green ring, a black ring, and a large grey one with speckled red. I'm not really sure how it happened the first time, or the next time when they merged to look like this, but I've managed to come up with new representations for them."

Harry smiled and picked up the green one. "What's this one?"

"It's you." Draco grinned. "And the grey inside it, that's part of me. But the rest of me, is right here," he shook the other marble. "And inside it, there's red."

Face growing confused, Harry said to Draco, "Actually…it's green inside."

"What?" Draco looked to the marble and saw that the red had, in fact, turned green. Way to make me feel like an idiot, marble representation of me…

"Oh. Right. Well, the green is a part of you, inside me, then."

There was a mutual silence as they enjoyed the view around them as much as each other's presence.

"Brilliant," Harry whispered. "Simply, brilliant."

With an idea rushing to his head, Draco stood and grabbed for Harry's hand. "Come on. Just because it's been a few years since we've ran around here doesn't mean we can't still pretend we're still reckless, free teenagers."

With a chuckle, Harry took his hand. "Oh come off it. We're only in our twenties. We were only just teenagers."

"Late twenties. Or have you stopped counting? It'll be fun, I promise."

"Well of course it will be fun."

They held each other's hands and swayed to an imaginary beat inside their heads, and Draco started singing.

"Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky."

Harry joined in with his deep, vibratious base, that always had the ability to make Draco's heart leap in an instant. "Imagine all the people, living for today."

"Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill, or die for. And no religion, too."

Harry pulled Draco and they spun around in circles, still singing their hearts out. Their voices meshed perfectly as one heavenly sound.

"Imagine all the people, living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one."

With no cares in the world, at least for the moment, the two circled around the field, ankle-deep in grass and daisies, releasing their wish to the world.

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world…"

Harry stopped and Draco circled right into his arms. They held each other there, taking in their everything with their eyes. Bright, shining emerald and pale, liquid silver, forever locked in the world that was theirs, and only theirs. In this perfect moment, their lips met, passionate and loving.

And the world will live as one.

Inside their own world, their love bloomed, free from all things that had once imprisoned it. No one could have guessed that so many years could be fixed in a few days, but they had. Their will was strong, and their future together was bright. Like the many stars in the sky, they had traveled a long way to reach their destination, and the journey would not be in vain.

Forever and on, they would be free.