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This is the end. Crap. Man, you guys, this story has been the coolest to write of all my stories and I just had so much fun with it! I really got into it and I hope you guys did, too. You guys are, after all, the ones who make it fun so fun to write. When I saw that you guys liked it, I got more fueled to write. :-)

Well, I guess it's time for the long-awaited and long-dreaded end.

Here it goes.

Epilogue

Harry stood at the top of the staircase, looking down at the living room where numerous items were already packed up into boxes. It was a warm and sunny Friday afternoon, but the brunette felt anything but warm and sunny inside.

His father had eventually lost the battle against Lily, and they were scheduled to move Sunday morning. Both Harry's parents had yet to end their jobs, having given early notice. They were to end on Saturday, their final day.

He couldn't believe it.

All that he had known; all whom he had known, were going to be but a distant memory now. They were moving to America, and oh, the horror. Damn the Americans, Harry thought to himself bitterly. He didn't really have anything against the Americans. Truth be told, he'd always planned on visiting the supposed "Country of Freedom" some day when he was older, but never did he want to live there permanently.

Why on Earth his mother felt that they had to move so horribly far away just to "get away and start anew", Harry would never know, but she did, and there was nothing he could do. It was only the middle of July, and so, he was still technically underage.

Again, the law was coming around to bite him in the ass.

He'd said his good-byes to most of his friends by now and spent as much time out in the town, making sure to remember it as well as he could, but it wasn't enough. Draco was still here; Draco was still a part of his life.

Perhaps there was still a way to be with Draco, and maybe there wasn't, but he at least wanted to see him one last time before he left for good. And so, while his mother had gone out for a few more boxes to pack things up in later that Friday evening, Harry had confronted his father in private.

"Dad?" It was the first word he had ushered to either of his parents since the day of the trial, thirteen days ago.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I want to see Draco."

"What?" James was shocked at the sudden and random pang of reality shooting him in the face. He had thought, or hoped, rather, that perhaps Harry would let himself forget about his school teacher and move on. It seemed that was not going to be the case.

"I want to see Draco, and you can take me."

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

"Dad, please. We're leaving on Sunday morning and never coming back. I just want to see him one last time. Please." Harry's eyes were pleading with the older brunette much more strongly than his voice, which had, by the end, finished with a soft whisper.

"Even, if I did, when could we possibly-"

"Tomorrow morning. Mum will be at work and she'll assume that you will be, too. Just call in and tell them you can't do the last day, and then take me to see Draco. Please. You can even stop and pick up your last paycheck on the way."

James, whether seeing no way out, or not wanting to find a way out, succumbed to Harry's pleading and nodded the affirmative. He would take Harry to see Draco.

DHDHDHDH

The next morning, Harry woke up with his nerves working. The teen was filled with excitement; he was going to see Draco today! He jumped out of bed and quickly walked into the shower to clean up and get ready for the day.

When he'd finished with all his morning preparations, he looked over to the clock to see that it was nine thirty. His mother had already left to work by now, and his father was probably waiting for him downstairs in the living room.

Hurrying down the steps eagerly, taking them two at a time, he walked in to find… no one. Where was James? Had the older brunette lied to Harry? Had he left to work and simply abandoned his word?

Just then, however, as Harry's head began to fill with hectic crazy thoughts, as it often did, there was a jingling of keys at the door, and James Potter walked in, a small smile setting itself upon his face as he saw Harry waiting for him.

"I thought since you weren't awake yet, I'd just pick up my check earlier so that we could go straight to the… to see Draco."

"Oh," Harry replied, putting on a little smile of his own. "Thanks." He made no comment on James's little slipup. Harry hadn't been able to say the word 'jail' since that day, either.

James nodded his head, and the two headed back out the door and into the car to pay a visit to one Draco Malfoy.

DHDHDH

When they arrived at the prison, James had had to sign several forms permitting Harry to speak with Draco. Harry signed something as well, though he didn't pay attention to what. All he cared about was that he was going to see Draco.

When they finally finished with all the formalities, Harry stepped into a room with a small piece of paper folded in his hand. James stayed behind, deciding it would be best if Harry could speak with Draco in private. Well, as private as it could possibly be with other visitors, as well.

It was like something right out of a movie - a long glass wall going down the entire length of the room and dividing it into two halves. One side held prisoners while the other side held…well, what could a person call those outside of prison? Were they not prisoners as well – held against the right to do as they pleased simply to stay out of the other side of the glass wall? Harry shook his head. He didn't care for such thoughts right now.

All he cared about was seeing Draco.

A guard led him into a seat and then, a few moments later, Draco walked in from the other side. The blonde's lips stretched into a smile as he saw Harry. The brunette noted that Draco looked slightly skinnier, with a thin shadow of blue hiding beneath his eyes. He looked tired.

The blonde picked up the phone on his side, and Harry took the hint to do the same. He never thought he would actually be doing this. Again, it seemed like something out of a movie.

"Harry," Draco said into the phone. "How did you get here?"

"I convinced my dad to bring me here."

"That's great. We can talk through visits every once in a while."

"…Not really." Harry's voice was mournful.

"Why not?"

"Draco, I love you." Harry said with a burst of passion running through his veins. He never imagined saying good bye would be this hard.

"I love you too, Harry. What's wrong?" The blonde asked, worried.

"I'm moving."

"What?" The blonde's brows scrunched together disbelievingly.

"My mum, she thought it would be best to move away and try and forget about all this."

"Where are you going?"

"…America."

"She can't do that!" Draco exclaimed, anger flushing his cheeks red.

"It's too late. All the furniture is packed and everything. We're leaving tomorrow morning." Harry replied solemnly.

"But Harry-"

"I managed to get the address, though." Harry said showing Draco the note he held in his hand. "You don't have to come or anything. I mean, I know it's a long way, I just thought that maybe…"

"Of course I want your address. I already told you, Harry. As soon as I get out, I'm going to come back for you. Your moving away doesn't change anything."

Harry gave a weak smile, relieved that Draco was willing to go through so much to continue his relationship with him.

"Give the note to the guard right there before you leave, alright? Tell him to give it to me." The blonde said, pointing to a guard off to the brunette's left.

Harry nodded his head.

There was silence for a moment where the two simply looked at one another, thinking.

"God, I'm going to miss you so much, Harry."

"I'm going to miss you, too…. You know, maybe I could write to you."

"But it wouldn't be the same."

"No, it wouldn't." Harry agreed.

After another moment, Harry sighed, "Wow…fourteen months."

"You mean thirteen months and two weeks. Maybe even less if they let me out early on good behavior." Draco corrected, smiling reassuringly. When Harry didn't respond, he added, "Don't be so sad, Harry. We'll see each other again. I promise. Maybe when I get out I'll pick you up and we'll run away together."

A small, sad smile slithered through Harry's lips, and he wondered if Draco's words would really come true.

Suddenly, James, looking nervously at his watch, cleared his throat loudly. Lily wasn't working the full day; she would be home soon.

"I guess I have to go now."

"I guess so." Draco replied, at a loss of what else to say. Nothing he could say would honestly make the situation any better.

"I love you." Harry finally whispered, and he pressed his hand against the glass wall instinctually.

The blonde pressed his hand against Harry's behind the barrier of the glass wall. It was almost as if he could feel Harry; almost as if they were truly together once again. His hand burned with a thrilling sensation; he never wanted to break out of this prison more than he did right at that very moment. Then, he could be with Harry, now and forever.

But he couldn't do this, he knew. Never once pulling his hand away from the glass, he looked up, and both pairs of eyes met.

Silver crashed into Emerald, and Emerald shot into Silver.

The two held their gaze for a long time before Harry broke it, looking back down at their nearly touching hands, wishing to feel Draco's touch once again. The blonde's eyes were drawn to the same spot before slowly floating back up.

And as their eyes met once more, a lone tear fell down Harry's now rosy cheek before he whispered his final words.

"Good-bye."

AN:

Wow. That's it. The end. I almost can't believe it. Takes in deep breath and exhales I screwed up really badly on the ending of my last story, so I hope I didn't do a replay on this story. Please let me know if the ending was good or not. I really hope it was. Also, since I'm a grammar freak, for the ending, when I said that Harry was saying his last words, and then he only said, "Good-bye" I know that technically, its one compound word, but "his final words" sounded better than "his final word". So please don't let that mistake stop you from reviewing:-P

Anyway, I just want to thank all of you guys so very, very much for sticking with me throughout the entire story. It's been a really, long time. Almost a year. I hope you guys enjoyed reading the story just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Well, this is my Good-bye as well, for now.

xoxo Spideria xoxo