I know it's been too long! So much has been going on! I barely had the time to write, but I still managed to get you one chapter at the ready. I'm not as prepared as with the other stories, so I don't know if I'll be able to update regularly, but I'll try.

Enjoy.

PS. This is a Prologue. The story doesn't really start until the next chapter… Hope you like it!

Prologue

"We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already."
-J.K. Rowling-

Hagrid felt hot against Harry's body. He could feel the muscles in the half-giants arms contract. Hagrid's entire body was shaking with tears, because he was convinced Harry was dead. Surprisingly, he wasn't.

For the second time in Harry's short life, he had survived the killing curse. Any normal human being wouldn't have survived it once. But Harry had never been normal. The dark-haired teen could still feel the spot where the curse had hit him. It sent a tingling, slightly burning sensation through his chest. But apart from that, he was feeling completely normal. He was confused, though. He had no idea how he had managed to become awake again. He remembered talking to Dumbledore, but he had no idea whether he had been dreaming whether it had been real. To be honest, he would have preferred staying there. It was peaceful. All his worries were gone. The only unpleasant thing in Kings Cross was the horcrux.

The small part of Voldemort had been lying underneath a bench. "I think neither of us can help it." Dumbledore's words resounded in Harry's head. Was that the reason why he had survived? Had Voldemort killed himself, yet again? All those years ago, the Killing curse had been reflected because of Harry's loving mother. A part of Voldemort's soul had latched itself to Harry. Now, it was gone. He would no longer be connected to the man who had killed his parents.

Harry was awake again, and all his worries had returned. The wounds he'd received during the war started aching again and the heavy pressure of killing Voldemort weighed down on his shoulders. But for right now, Hagrid was carrying him. His steady heartbeat thumped against Harry's ear. It soothed him. Even though they were surrounded by Death Eaters, Harry felt at ease. He was ready. More ready that he'd ever been.

"Hello, my friends," Voldemort's high voice spoke. Hagrid halted, and Harry realized they had reached the castle. He could hear some silent voices, but while Voldemort did his introduction, everyone went silent. "The time has come. It's time to surrender. I will be your new leader." The audience remained silent. Nobody cheered. Nobody moved. From somewhere in the distance, a soft voice broke the silence.

"Is that Harry? No! It can't be!" Harry recognized that voice. It belonged to Hermione Granger. "Please Hermione. I'm not dead. Don't break down," Harry thought. He could only imagine what it must feel like to see one of his friends being carried by the Dark Side.

"NO!" Her defeated voice plunged through the silence, tearing Harry's heart up. It was hard to lay motionless in the arms of the man who'd always taken care of him. It was hard not to tell the people he loved that he hadn't died. But he had to wait.

The bushy haired woman was standing next to Draco Malfoy. The blonde wrapped an arm around her. "It's okay, Granger." Draco pulled the witch closer, fighting his own tears away. Someone who didn't know that Draco Malfoy had been romantically involved with Harry Potter would find this scene ridiculous, but the two students had become friends over the past year.

Draco looked at the lifeless body of the Boy Who Lived. His face was scratched up, dry blood on his lips. His hand hung over Hagrid's arm. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be real. Draco hoped somebody would get up and tell them they all had been fooled. His Harry couldn't be dead. He squeezed his eyes shut, demanding the tears to go away and opened them. But Harry Potter was still dead. He had never seen the Dark Lord so happy. Reality sunk into his brain. If the Dark Lord was convinced he was dead, there was no hope left. A cold wave clutched Draco's chest. His heart cramped together and a white pain spread through his veins. Please! Anyone… This isn't real… This can't be… Harry!" Draco's thought screamed for help, but his mouth remained shut.

"Harry Potter. Is dead," the Dark Lord continued. A cold, short laugh followed his statement. Draco could feel a wave of sorrow and disbelief go through the survivors. McGonnagal had sunken to her knees, crying, as Sprout tried to comfort her. Draco's lip trembled, but he couldn't let his guard down. He couldn't let anyone see what devastation the news had caused.

"Are there any volunteers? Draco?" Draco face went as pale as a sheet. His hands were shaking, his lungs were burning, but he stared right back into the vicious red eyes. His father nodded encouragingly and mother's face was blank. Draco avoided their gaze. He would not cross that line. For Harry's sake. Voldemort waited patiently. But instead of stepping forward, or speaking up, a voice drew the attention away.

"Harry Potter might be dead. But that doesn't mean we won't fight for him. He died for us. Now we have to finish his task," Neville Longbottom stepped forward, the Sword of Gryffindor in his hands. Draco's eyes focused on the Gryffindor, admiration boiling up. He'd never liked that boy, but right now, he said every word Draco was supposed to say. Draco felt ashamed for himself. How was it possible that Longbottom - who was afraid of his own shadow - spoke up, but Draco was unable to defend his own boyfriend? He was just a coward.

"And you are?"

"N-Neville. Longbottom," the man half-stuttered. The survivors of the war looked at him with admiration. Who could blame them? They were already mourning for Potter, while Longbottom all of a sudden gathered the guts to speak up to Voldemort. The thought latched itself to Draco's brain, like a poisonous substance, immobilizing his entire body. He could feel Granger sniff next to him. He looked back at the Chosen One, trying to stop his mind from going to the first time they kissed. His red lips were warm and soft. They tasted special. Like Harry. Tears blurred his vision as Draco tried to focus on the conversation.

"How are your parents?" Bellatrix shouted, an evil smirk on her face. Longbottom's strong glance didn't falter. But Draco was still looking at Harry. His hand twitched. A dead hand couldn't twitch. Could it? Instantly Draco was focussed. Granger noticed the change and shot him a questioning glance. Her eyes were still red, but clever as she was, she understood something was up.

"Give me what you got, Lestrange," Longbottom fired back, getting his sword ready.

This was the moment. Harry jumped out of Hagrid's arms. "Avada Kedavra!" He screamed. A green flash exited his wand, but he had to duck away for the dozen counter spells the Death Eaters were firing. He ran behind a pillar, while all the others were processing the new information. He looked for Draco and spotted the blonde mop of hair not far from the entrance to the castle. Relief washed over Harry. If Draco was okay, he could still do this.

For the first time in seven years, Harry understood what he had to do. He'd been ready to die in the Forest, and now he was ready to kill. He accepted his faith, a soft smile on his lips. He could do this.

Voldemort was livid, firing green spells all around. His white face was a mixture of anger, confusion and betrayal. His red eyes looked for the Boy Who Lived. He was not planning on letting that boy get away twice. Harry ran over the entrance courtyard into the castle. The entrance hall was deserted, as all the other people were outside, fighting the Death Eaters.

"Come on Tom," Harry said, "Let's end this like it started. Together!" Harry jumped forward, getting a hold of Voldemort just as he disapparated. The unpleasant tug behind his belly button felt familiar. Black smoke surrounded Harry, making it hard to breathe. His eyes were stinging, his skin was burning. Their bodies connected, uniting as one. A cold wave washed over Harry as he felt how Voldemort entered his mind.

Harry Potter was facing himself. He looked into red eyes. His mother's green eyes had disappeared. His skin moved, as if he had just taken Polyjuice potion. "We are one, Harry Potter." Voldemort said with Harry's mouth. The grin on his lips felt extraterrestrial. Harry shook his head. He didn't want Voldemort to be in his brain.

"Go away." Harry said. Harry's cracked his neck, rolling it over his shoulders. "This isn't real." A flash of emerald orbs could be seen. "You're not welcome, Tom." Harry banned the man out of his mind and let go of him. They Apparated in the Astronomy tower. Voldemort's long fingers had felt cold against Harry's skin. The Dark Lord was breathing heavily, something that didn't suit him. Harry had always thought the man was invincible. And as a matter of fact, he'd been invincible with the Horcruxes. Harry stepped away from the man, observing him with disgust.

Then he looked around the Astronomy tower, the memory of Dumbledore's death replaying behind his retina. Voldemort had taken him here on purpose. He should have known Voldemort would try to hurt him as much as possible. The memory of Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes cut Harry open. Harry would do anything to bring the man back. He, least of all people, had deserved to die. Not like that. Harry tried to focus again. Dumbledore wouldn't want him to let his guard down. His friends were counting on him. Draco was counting on him.

Harry walked backwards, still keeping an eye on Voldemort. Harry knew Riddle was desperate to kill him. The Dark Wizard was nearing his end, and he aware of it. That was why he had summoned Harry to the Forbidden Forest. Not to spare lives. Voldemort didn't care about innocent people getting murdered by his Death Eaters. It was because he was getting weak. The time was ticking and Voldemort was scared. Harry could see it in his eyes. Emotions he would never have linked to that evil human being. Fear.

Harry turned around and headed for the stairs. He knew exactly what to do. He was ready to end this War, for once and for all. Voldemort was right behind him, firing another Killing Curse. The stairwell bathed in green light for a moment. A loud clap could be heard, followed by the noise of scattered rocks.

"Nice one, Tom. You killed a stone," Harry mocked. He walked backwards while smiling at the man who had tried to kill him five times already. His head was spinning, his hands were hurting, his entire body was screaming, but Harry kept grinning. Not because there was something funny, but because Harry was ready to take revenge for all the misery that man had caused. For all the sorrow he had made Harry go through in his life. Adrenalin rushed through his veins, a determined look in his eyes.

"Harry Potter. Running away like a scared little boy." Voldemort slithered behind him like a snake. They had reached the fifth floor. Harry wasn't intimidated.

"I'm not a boy anymore, Tom. And you've noticed that, didn't you?"

"It's not over yet, Harry Potter. I killed you once, I can do it again."

"No you can't. You tried to kill me. The curse hit me, but it didn't kill me. I just don't think you have it in you."

"Come here," Voldemort sneered, heaving his wand again.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"EXPERLIARMUS!" A green and a red beam of light clashed against one another. For a moment, Harry feared the dead would appear again, but nothing happened. Harry's hand was shaking, trying to put as much power into the spell. He looked to the right quickly, spotting a shortcut staircase that led to the third floor. Harry broke the spell and started running, hoping to confuse Voldemort again. His heart was racing, but his head was well ordered. He needed to make Voldemort as tired as he could.

He reached the staircase, just as a spell flew by, barely missing his ear. "PROTEGO!" Harry screamed, when yet another spell tried to knock Harry of his feet. A barrier was formed between Harry and Voldemort. Harry stepped backwards carefully descending the stairs. His barrier faded again, as Voldemort shouted: "CRUCIO!" Harry jumped to the left, trying to avoid the Unforgivable. He smashed against the banister, knocking him over the edge.

For a moment, Harry felt paralyzed. It was as if he was falling down in slowmotion. He could feel the air whistling in his ears and slowly it downed on him. He had lost. The smack would kill him. All those thoughts passed through his head rapidly and just when he thought he was going to hit the ground, he remembered blue eyes and half-moon glasses.

"ARESTO MOMENTUM!" Harry's body was held up in the air, only three feet above the ground floor. The spell wore off, and Harry plopped onto the ground. He was breathing heavily, unable to move at the moment. Harry got up carefully, testing every limb to see if he had broken something. He looked around disoriented. Debris was scattered everywhere, and not far from the Great Hall you could see professor Flitwick fight alongside professor Trelawney. Harry had never really liked the Divination's professor, but right now, she looked more intimidating than he'd ever seen her.

He looked around and saw Voldemort coming nearer. Harry duck away for another Killing Curse and growled: "You might want to be careful with those, Tom." He hid away behind a pillar and held his breath. He was getting tired. He wanted to end this quickly now. Voldemort came closer, carefully looking for his prey. That's when Harry jumped out, and disapparated into the boat house.

They appeared again, and Harry saw he had caused the effect he wanted. Voldemort was slightly disoriented and Harry took advantage of the few seconds the Dark Lord needed to recompose himself. "Expeliarmus!" Harry screamed. Voldemort was a fraction of a second too late and his wand flew through the air, straight into Harry's hands. Harry wanted to give a shout of victory, but then Voldemort disapparated himself. Was this a trick? He appeared behind Harry, with a new wand. How had he done that?

"Harry, Harry, Harry. You are never going to win."

"I already did," Harry responded, preparing himself to duel.

"AVADA KEDAVRA," the two men shouted at once. The entire hall was bathing in the green light. Harry's wand shook heavily, but he held on to it, giving it all he got. His face was torn up in concentration. Voldemort's wand started to split. Then the green light hit the Dark Lord in the chest. The world stopped momentarily, as Harry was thrown backwards smashing his head against the debris scattered over what used to be the Hogwarts' floor. Stars appeared before his eyes, the last thing he saw was how Voldemort's face turned into ashes, and was reduced to nothing.

"What do we have here?" Lucius Malfoy questioned. Harry opened his eyes slowly, trying to get used to the light. He was disoriented, as his memory was slowly cathing up with him.

"Harry Potter. You think you have won, don't you?" the tall blonde man spoke. Harry looked at the man, frowning. Voldemort was dead, he should be fleeing. This made no sense.

"What's your problem, Lucius?" Harry asked confidently.

"You are my problem, Potter. The Whole World will soon find out how you killed Voldemort. But that's not what bothers me. You know what I'm talking about, don't you Potter?" Harry was still recovering from battling the Darkest Wizard of all times, and slowly got up, taking a defensive position.

"You want to kill me, is that it?" Harry asked tonelessly. Lucius Malfoy let out a barking laugh, and shook his head.

"No, Potter. I want you to stay away from my son." Instantly, realization struck. How had Lucius found out about Draco and him? "I can read from your face, Potter. You know very well what I'm referring too, don't you? Now, I don't want to hurt my son. I tried to change his mind, but he refuses to listen to me. So I came up with a solution."

"And that is? You won't change my mind either, Lucius. I love Malfoy and there's nothing you can do to change that." Again, Lucius laughed, short and high.

"Oh, Harry Potter. Mindless fool. You have no idea. OBLIVIATE!" Lucius pointed his wand to Harry's chest, as a white beam shot out of it. Harry's eyes widened in confusion. What was happening? The beam hit him straight in his heart, and Harry was thrown backwards.

He saw grey eyes looking at him. They had the most beautiful shade of silver Harry had ever seen. Lights were sparkling in them as his mouth curled up into a grin.

"You're a fool, Potter." Draco's voice broke the silence. Harry could smell his perfume as he leaned closer. His long slender fingers touched his shoulder and immediately set his arm on fire. His pink lips got closer as Harry's heart sped up.

Then the scenery changed. Draco dissolved into nothingness, and Harry was sitting in a classroom, next to the blonde. Draco was writing down some notes, while Harry was observing him.

"You need to pay attention to the professor, Harry," Draco whispered. Harry, however, was captivated by Draco's presence, and just kept staring at him. "Potter. Don't be so obvious," Draco whined. Nonetheless, he slid his hand under the table, searching for Harry's leg. Harry gasped for air upon the touch, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment.

Harry opened his eyes again. Parts of the classroom were disappearing. Students vanished until only Harry and Draco were left. Harry looked up at the blonde, admiring how his blonde eyelashes caressed the skin underneath his eyes as he wrote. Harry's vision became watery, like an aquarelle painting.

Harry was thrown into another memory. The Gryffindor Common room was dark, the curtains to Harry's bed were closed. The dark haired Gryffindor was chuckling, lying next to a half-naked blonde Slytherin.

"I seriously don't know what you like about me. You're… breathtaking, you know. And I'm… Just Harry," Harry heard himself speak.

"Stop being so modest, Potter. You're gorgeous. You're just too blind to see half the school wants to get into your pants."

"Do you?" Harry asked seductively. He could feel the heat radiating off Draco's porcelain skin. He softly caressed his cheek, then followed the line of his cheekbone into his neck. Their lips met, the sweet taste of Draco made Harry moan. He buried his nails into Draco's back, pulling him closer in the gesture. Harry broke the kiss and looked at the man lying next to him. He was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. As he observed the blonde, the surroundings started to fade. Draco's body became transparent and before Harry knew it, he was lying alone in his bed.

"Disgusting." A cold, familiar voice said. "Stay away from my son." Lucius Malfoy looked down on Harry Potter, whose green eyes had turned white because of the spell. He turned around, and with a swing of his robe he disappeared.

The last thing on Harry's mind was the silver gaze of his lover. White light took over his mind as he fell into nothingness.

To be continued…