DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters mentioned and I'm not making any money out of this. Only the plot is mine.

WARNING: This fan fic contains slash themes, which is male/male relationships. If homosexual themes bother you, don't read this.

Rated: R

Epilogue

Dear Ron and Hermione,

I've always been afraid that something would happen to me, and I wouldn't be able to say goodbye. Life seems to keep throwing me in the path of danger, and there are some things I need to tell you. The two of you have meant more to me than I could ever say. You were the first real friends I ever had that weren't afraid of what would happen to you because you liked me. You put your lives on the line for me more times than I can count and I love you both dearly for it

Now though, there is someone else in my life and his love for me has taught me many things. Before Hogwarts, my life existed of being told that I wasn't important; that nobody would care if I lived or died. Then I came here, and I was famous! Everybody wanted to know me; wanted a piece of me as though the fame would rub off. I was stared at, talked about, pointed out in the crowds. I was an enigma; a mystery that everybody wanted to figure out. I don't know whether being unseen or being constantly the centre of attention was worse.

Through all of that, there was only one person who ever captured my complete attention.

I love him so much it hurts; like staring at something so beautiful you think you might go blind. He's all I think about. Before I do anything, go anywhere, say anything, I think about him. Just the thought of him keeps me sane when I think I'm going mad. I feel more comfortable with him than I've ever felt with anyone else in my entire life. He makes me smile at odd moments; in the middle of lessons, on the Quidditch pitch; he's always with me. He's become my whole life; my obsession and my saviour.

I never really knew what love was until he showed me. I was so disillusioned. I thought nobody would ever be able to see past the Boy Who Lived and see me. The real me that is afraid and lonely and terrified of my future. I used to sit and wait for love to find me; was obsessed with it. I hung on to the belief that the thing I most desired was out there and would find me. The loneliness I felt was slowly crushing me, until I saw that the person who could fulfil me more than anyone else, was right in front of me.

He saw me; he knew me. We make each other complete. The most unlikely person made me happy; happier than I ever thought would be possible. It felt as though I'd been waiting for so long, and when it finally happened it was more than anything I could have imagined.

I love you Draco.

If you're reading this, I've died. I know because the charm I put on this letter means that it will be transported to one of you the moment I die. I'm sorry if this hurts you, I never meant to cause anyone any pain. All I ever wanted to do was live in peace, but it seems that it wasn't meant to be. I dreamt of a quiet life where nobody wanted to kill me; where I got to live a fulfilled and happy life with the man I love. But mainly, my dreams these days are filled with blood. My own. That's why I've written this letter.

I'm not afraid to die. I never even expected to live this long. Maybe I wasn't even supposed to survive that first attack of Voldemort's on me. My presence in this world after my first year of life always did seem a little wrong. I just want you to know that I died having experienced pure love. It's painful and difficult and half the time you feel like you're being torn in two. But being without it, once you've had it, would be torture.

Don't forget me.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

Love, Harry.

A/N: *sob* Well that's the end. I know you all begged me not to kill them, but it had to be done! Otherwise the title wouldn't have made any sense! Don't hate me! Tell me what you think of the ending. What am I gonna do now that I've finished this???