Author Note: Kinda angst-y but fluffy... almost implied Harry/Draco, character death mentioned. Spoilers if you haven't read all five books (six in July.) Time line- I'd say after or during Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to the genius that is JK Rowling.

Harry Potter and The Untold Story

By: Kitty Maxwell-Yuy

The war was over, Voldemort was defeated. Harry feel to the ground, nearly all of his strength spent.

Harry shuddered as he remembered every scream of those who died and every 'Avada Kedavra' used.

So many people had died. Professor Dumbledore, Cho Chang, Percy, Charlie and Arthur Weasley and Professor Sprout were among the deceased. Harry didn't cry for them, he had no tears, he was just empty, like he was after Sirius' death. Hagrid, Hermione, Ron and Seamus were barely holding on. Harry knew they would survive, they were strong.

Harry pulled himself up and began to maneuver his way through the bodies, so many bodies. Harry held his wand tightly and as he passed by each corpse he whispered the spell 'Scourgify', cleaning all of the blood and dirt off. About two metre's in front of Harry lay a prone white-blonde haired body. Harry hoped it wasn't Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was the only constant in his life, besides the Dursley's hating him. As he moved closer he discovered that it was Lucius Malfoy and not Draco.

"Malfoy are you okay?" Harry asked seeing the blonde Slytherin near his father's body.

"Harry?" Malfoy asked his voice quiet, timid and scared.

"Yes, it's me Malfoy," Harry said crouching down next to the smaller boy.

"I can't see," Malfoy said scared.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly.

"Is it over?" Malfoy asked his voice trembling.

"Yes, it's over," Harry answered the blonde calmly.

"Are you okay Harry?" Malfoy asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just can't believe that it's actually over. I don't know who I am or who I'm supposed to be. I've been the-boy-who-lived for so long, I don't know who else to be," Harry answered. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable telling all of this to the young Slytherin. Maybe it was because Draco could see all the pain and anguish that washed over Harry's face, like a tsunami.

"Why can't you just be Harry? No titles, just Harry," the small blonde suggested.

"Harry, huh? Just Harry," Harry said recalling his eleventh birthday. Hagrid had come to Harry to tell him that he was wizard. Harry looked at Hagrid and responded with "I can't be a wizard. I'm Harry. Just Harry." Hagrid laughed and reassured him that he was, even The Dursley's in their own way confirmed that Harry was a wizard on that dark, stormy night.

"If you'll be just Harry, I'll be just Draco. Not young lord Malfoy or a Malfoy in anyway, just Draco," Draco told him. Then Harry say Draco smiled, not a smirk or a twist of his lips, a true honest-to-god smile.

"Well, then just Draco, why don't we take you someplace where you can be checked over," harry suggested.

"Okay," Draco nodded and Harry gingerly picked up the smaller boy and stood up heading for the castle. "Thank you," Draco said, his voice barely above that of a whisper.

"That's what friends are for," Harry said hoping Draco would freak out at the idea of them being friends. Just outside the castle, Harry noticed that Draco was snuggled close to him and fast asleep. He didn't even know if Draco heard his comment. Harry looked at Draco, he looked so innocent as he slept, like a child. "Sweet dreams, Draco," Harry whispered and brushed his lips across Draco's forehead, like a mother would to their sleeping child. Then he continued his journey to the infirmary, being careful not to wake the sleeping boy.

–Finite Incantatem–

Author Note 2: I'd like to thank my buddy Rick for the title.