Title: "Icarus V 2.0"
Author: Hecate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG 13
Pairing, Character: implied Harry/Draco, Hermione/Harry, Draco/Hermione
Summary: It could end like this.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money made.
Note: Unbetaed.

Finally it´s over.

You´re dead, gone, your body shattered to pieces before me. Dead
eyes look up at me, I think I remember them being green once
upon a time. Deep green, vivid, always searching, always alive.
But they haven´t been like this for a long time now. They were
dead long before your body followed.

Dead, like the rest of you. I remember like it has happened 5
minutes ago and not 5 years. It was the year after Cedric died,
you came into the Great Hall and everything, everyone came to a
stop. The noise suddenly turned into a deadly silence only
broken by the cup that tumbled from Dumbledore´s hand and fell
to the ground.

I never saw him like this. Never. His whole body rigid, the warmth
fleeing his eyes. I never expected to see him this way. I
never wanted to either.

And the same goes for you. You had changed so subtle and yet so
deep, deeper than I ever imagined. You still were in your
Gryffindor robes, your black hair still a mess, but your eyes…
your eyes had changed.

And the scar had vanished.

Soon after that the rumours started. I doubted them in the beginning
but it didn´t take long for me to see that the whispers were
true, that the fearful glances even your fellow Gryffindors
threw at you were justified.

At a Quidditch game the fabric of your robe moved and exposed your
skin and I saw it. A deep red mark, like a knife wound, like a
burning, like something impossible wrong on your arm and I knew
where you belonged now.

You looked at me then, dead eyes searing into me and following my
gaze. And when you saw what I was staring at you looked back at
me and...smiled.

Your responsibility, your past and everything they told you your
future would be finally broke you apart. And you went to the
only place you could go to.

You left the school not much later. And everybody knew where you
went to and what you were doing. Only Weasley and Granger, ever
your faithful sidekicks, refused to believe, refused to see what
even Dumbledore accepted as truth.

I guess Granger knew it rationally, she saw that you turned to
Voldemort´s side but she couldn´t really believe it. So she left
and found you and then she had to believe because you put the
Cruciatum on her. I remember her crying in my arms when I
carried her away. Not because of the pain, she didn´t feel it
anymore, her nerves had shut down long before I found her. She
cried because finally ,she understood.

She had nearly died at the spot you left her and I brought her back
home, back to Hogwarts. Yes, I was the hero then.

We had sex for the first time two weeks after that, our eyes closed,
our hands entangled. We never kissed and we both screamed the
same name when we came.

Weasley still wouldn´t believe. Even then. He still thought you
would turn around, would come back. He didn´t see that his old
friend didn´t exist anymore and that all what was left was a
zombie with his face.

It took you killing the twins to make him believe. But when he
finally did, he did it with all his heart and everything he ever
felt for you turned into an unforgiving hatred. He hated you
more than I ever could. Even when you took my place at my
father´s side my hate couldn´t match Weasley´s determination,
the sheer, raw power of his feelings.

Every time we collided with you at the different stages of the war
it left him shaking, his fists clenched, cursing you with every
breath. And all I felt was a never known sadness, a sadness that
filled up a hole inside of me, a place I never knew was empty. I
think it was the place that was meant for you.

Looking at Weasley´s tired figure now, his grey face and his bloody
hands I can see that he doesn´t feel this burning hatred
anymore. It left him when you died, when the spell hit your body
and faltered and fell. It´s not necessary anymore. He´s dead
inside now, dead like you.

I hear Granger cry softly beside me. I guess she realizes now that
we finally lost you, that you won´t come back in any shape or
form. And I have to learn now that I lost you, too.

But she doesn´t break. She has always been the strongest one of us
and I already now that with time going by I will fall for her, I
will love her. Her face will push away the memories of a boy
with green eyes and jet black hair. And it will fade, fade to
grey, turn into scar tissue that will never really show the pain
that caused it. And one day I won´t be able to remember your
smile.

I know we will have our fairy tale ending because from the beginning
onwards it was meant to be. Maybe with other players, with
another villain, another hero. You can always change the cast
but never the end of the play.

And still, it´s a strange end. Because who would have thought that
the golden boy, The Boy Who Lived, would fall and that I, Draco
Malfoy, Slytherin and son of a Death Eater, would get the girl
and the happy end.