"Does it have to be this way?" Harry asked, closing his eyes when he felt the cold, pale lips meet his own. They were pressed together, their arms wrapped around each other's bodies.
"Yes. It's what the world expects."
"I hate doing what everyone expects me too."
"I know, but you're Harry Potter. Goodbye."
And then he was cold, the body no longer there to warm him. The wind hit his face, stinging his already frozen lips. He whispered, "goodbye."
19 Years Later
Harry flinched when he saw Draco nod at him. He hated this. It had been nineteen years since he had last kissed him, nineteen years since he had last told him that he loved him. And there he was, acting cool and collected as he said goodbye to his own son.
"Dad?"
Harry swallowed deeply and prayed for strength, he was going to need it. He turned to look at Albus. "Ready to go then?"
A bit of twist in canon.
"Yes. It's what the world expects."
"I hate doing what everyone expects me too."
"I know, but you're Harry Potter. Goodbye."
And then he was cold, the body no longer there to warm him. The wind hit his face, stinging his already frozen lips. He whispered, "goodbye."
19 Years Later
Harry flinched when he saw Draco nod at him. He hated this. It had been nineteen years since he had last kissed him, nineteen years since he had last told him that he loved him. And there he was, acting cool and collected as he said goodbye to his own son.
"Dad?"
Harry swallowed deeply and prayed for strength, he was going to need it. He turned to look at Albus. "Ready to go then?"