"Saw a boy three lilies white,
Lilies in the river,"-Goethe
The graduation set up was unnervingly similar to Dumbledore's funeral. Harry felt somber but tried to keep that under wraps. Somehow the seating arrangement had placed him, Draco and Neville side by side. All three boys had worn white shirts, black trousers and a tie. Harry had the thought that there was an irony in that the three of them were all present without parents but all for different reasons.
Mr. Weasley gave a speech about the importance of bringing the Information Age to the Wizarding World, a "coalition of the best and brightest, whether wizard or werewolf, muggle or merperson, elf or equine, goblin or ghost; that the day had come for differences to be acknowledged, respected, but ultimately set aside in favor of allowing every unique individual live to their potential in a new world of cooperation and concern for others."
Hermione gave her valedictorian speech, which was brilliant and moving despite her days of fretting over it, and then one by one the students were granted their magical diplomas by Headmistress McGonagall. Harry briefly wished all those he loved could be there but was happy to see the Weasleys, happy when Kingsley presented him with his official notice that he'd been accepted to the Auror training program, and happy to think that the future held promises of things he'd only imagined as possible just a few short months back when he had marched seemingly to his death in the Forest nearby. It was a good day to be alive. Looking back at the castle, he silently thanked Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Lily Evans-Potter for his life and the life his child could now have.
On the train for the very last time, Harry thought about his life at Hogwarts and before. He sat opposite Hermione. She glanced out the window and said, "it feels strange to be going home."
This time Harry thought about Grimmauld Place and having Narcissa there and eventually a child and said, "yeah, I am going home."
Then door to the compartment opened and Ron stumbled in looking much as he had after asking Fleur Delacour to the Yule Ball.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked him.
"I've just seen Malfoy..."
"and...?" Harry prompted, already guessing where this was going.
"...with Neville! They were snogging, Harry!" Ron looked up at Harry in shock. Hermione just laughed and Harry smiled and said, "Well then, good for them!"
This gave Harry an idea. He walked down the corridor until he found the door to where the two boys sat side by side, wrapped in a heated embrace. Harry quietly slid open the compartment door and sat opposite them.
"So it's true, what they're saying...Draco Malfoy has come out of the closet."
Nevile broke apart from the kiss and looked startled but saw the warm smile Harry was giving them and grinned sheepishly.
"Listen," Harry turned to Draco suddenly serious, "many years ago, right here you offered your hand in friendship. Foolishly I refused. I'd like to rectify that error in judgment." He stood up and offered his hand to Draco.
Draco smirked and grasped his hand, "Alright then, Potter. You'll find that some Wizarding families are better than others...like yours." Draco pulled Harry into a hug.
Harry corrected him, "Ours, Draco. Our family, now."
Neville looked aghast at them. When Harry sat back down, Draco sat and wrapped his arm around Nevile with a flirtatious smirk and a waggle of his eyebrow.
"Draco, I think I'd like to marry your mum." Harry said simply. Neville's mouth fell open. Draco scowled.
"Why not?" Harry insisted, "I love her!"
"Because I'm not about to have a stepdad I've been fapping over since I was eleven!" Neville gave Draco a scandalized look but Draco shrugged at him and said, "what? tell me you've never done it!" Nevile blushed crimson and stared at the floor. Harry just laughed.
He made his way back to Hermione and Ron and filled them in. Hermione smiled at him and said, "Everything is going to change now, isn't it?"
Harry and Ron both nodded.
"Yeah." Harry said. He was already looking forward to bringing Narcissa home from St. Mungo's the following day.
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