Author's Notes: Again, thank you all for the nice reviews!

Disclaimer: See part one for full disclaimer; anything you recognise does not belong to me.

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"Come on, wake up...that's it, come on now..."

Harry opened his eyes and blinked at the sudden light. A face moved into his vision, and he frowned.

"Where am I?" he asked faintly. "What..." Then he remembered. He remembered leaving Hogwarts and Draco, and he closed his eyes briefly before gingerly sitting up and looking at his surroundings.

He was in a fairly large room - it seemed to be some sort of shelter, because there were many others lying in beds similar to his own. Several men and women that he assumed were muggles were slowly going from person to person, making sure they were alright and giving them food.

"What is this place?" he asked slowly, and looked at the person who had woken him up. His eyes widened, and he stifled a gasp. "Dean?" he whispered incredulously. "Dean Thomas?"

Dean nodded, a faint smile on his face. "Yes, it's me," he agreed. "And this is a hospital of sorts, for everyone who was in our area's work camp." He hesitated. "Where were you, Harry?" he asked in a rush. "All those years - and do you know anything about what's happened?"

"Yes," Harry agreed, a little dazed still. "I...I organised the attacks, from Hogwarts...I was training to be a Mage, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have...I wouldn't have left you all otherwise..."

"It's alright," Dean overrode him. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, Harry. I know you only would have left if you thought it would have helped. And it obviously has, if you're the one behind freeing us all. Just wait until everyone finds out! This'll cheer them all up, if anything does."

"Please don't say anything, Dean," Harry pleaded. "I want...I came here to forget - help me? Don't tell anyone who I am?"

Dean gave him an odd, considering look that Harry had never seen on him before. "Harry, half of us here are wizards or witches," he warned. "You know how it is - you're famous, even now. They'll recognise you."

Harry leant back on the bed, and closed his eyes again tiredly. "Not if I disguise myself," he murmured. "That's easy enough." A thought struck him. "Dean, what happened to Seamus?"

Dean smiled slightly. "He and I were in the same camp -he's alright, he's just recovering from a bout of pneumonia. They didn't exactly take care of us in the camps."

"Do you have medicines and stuff now?" Harry wanted to know.

"Some. Just what we could find, and stuff has already begun coming in from overseas," Dean told him. "Come on, I have your clothes here. Now you're awake, we need this bed. You can go and help in the food lines."

He flashed Harry a grin, and Harry couldn't help but grin back.

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For two weeks, Harry, under a carefully-woven illusion, helped Dean and the others at the temporary hospital and watched people build their lives back up from scratch. It was, he realised, almost disturbing to see how matter- of-factly they got on with it, as though this had happened to them many times before. Within those two weeks, people had already started re- building all the many buildings that had been destroyed. Small schools had been set up in open spaces for the children that were fit enough to attend the lessons, and some trading centres had even been set up in some of the temporary shelters - shops, of course, being out of the question, as no money had been circulating for over five years.

Three days before the day that Harry was supposed to be crowned on, Dean took one look at him and sent him away from the hospital. He pressed some food into Harry's hands, with instructions to trade it for a good strong cup of coffee, and propelled him in the direction of the trade centre, which had also opened a small food kitchen.

Once in possession of the mug of coffee - which was certainly strong, he reflected on tasting - Harry made his way back to the place where Dean had found him. The place where a cupboard had once stood. The place where, some years before, had stood house number four of the road called Privet Drive. He sat down amongst the squalor, and slowly sipped at the foul- tasting coffee.

A noise brought him out of his musings several minutes later; he looked up sharply, and then smiled slightly at the sight before him. Two children were playing in what had once been the front garden on number six. Somewhere they had found a rubber ball; it was slightly shrivelled, and the colours had faded, but it was still enough of a toy for these children, who had probably never had toys before, to play catch with.

And they were laughing. Harry realised with a start that he hadn't heard anyone laughing, properly laughing, in weeks, if not months. The thought scared him slightly.

Then the little boy, who could only have been six years old, missed the ball, and it landed at Harry's feet. Harry looked down at it in vague surprise, then looked up again as the two children, who, now he looked at the closer, were obviously brother and sister, ran up in front of him.

"Can we have our ball back, please?" the girl asked politely. "it's our only one, and we don't want to lose it," she explained proudly. Harry smiled warmly and sincerely, and picked up the ball.

"Hold it in your hands," he instructed her. She took it from him and obeyed. Harry passed his hand over it, and revealed it to her. It looked brand-new, and the two children exclaimed in delight.

"Are you a wizard?" the boy asked boldly, and Harry leant back on his arms, careful not to knock over the mug of coffee.

"What makes you think that?" he wanted to know.

"You do magic," came the confident answer. "So you must be a wizard, only wizards can do magic. You're like Uncle Dean and Uncle Seamus. They're wizards too."

"Yes, they're wizards," Harry agreed. "But I'm not -" he cut himself off, then a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yes, I suppose I am a wizard, of a sort," he told the boy slowly. "My name's Harry - what's yours?"

"I'm James," the boy said proudly. "Daddy said that one of his friends was called that." Suspicion entered Harry's mind, but he told himself sternly that it was just a coincidence.

"And I'm Sally," the girl piped up. "And Daddy said that his great-aunt was called that, only he didn't like her, and he loved me, so there!" She stuck her tongue out at her little brother as if she was proving something.

"And who are your parents?" Harry inquired. "Are they in the temporary shelters?"

Their faces fell instantly, and Harry regretted asking the question as he cursed himself silently. Their parents had obviously been killed in the work camps.

"Mummy was killed just after James was born," Sally confided in a low voice, seeming much more grown up than her age - she couldn't have been older than eight. "She was killed by the nasty Death Eaters. And Daddy..." She trailed off, and shrugged.

"Daddy was killed two years ago," James said quietly. "Because he went all hairy every month."

"Shut up," Sally snapped. "Shut up, James."

But Harry held out a hand to her, and drew her closer to him. "Was your father," he began carefully, "called Remus?"

Sally and James both nodded. "Remus Lupin," James said proudly.

Sometimes, Harry sighed, fate just refuses to be ignored.

"Your father was one of my father's greatest friends," he told them softly. "My father was called James, just like you, little James."

They both stared at Harry in awe, and he smiled back at them. "Come on, you two," he said, feigning cheerfulness. "Let's go back to Dean and Seamus and see if we can find out who's supposed to be looking after you." He stood up, picked up the mug of cold coffee, and took James's offered hand.

Back at the hospital, Dean was quickly found. When he saw who was with Harry, he smiled sadly.

"So you three found each other; I knew it was only a matter of time," he observed.

"Who's looking after them?" Harry asked softly, holding tightly onto the hands of both children now. They looked up at him with complete trust, and he wished that he could will away that trust.

"Seamus and I, for the moment," Dean answered, scribbling something on a bit of paper. "Why?"

"I was thinking of taking them back to Hogwarts with me," Harry admitted quietly. Dean looked up sharply, his eyes searching Harry's, then he nodded. "That makes sense," he agreed. "And Merlin knows there aren't enough people to look after them here. I know things are better up at Hogwarts, I got an owl from Professor Dumbledore the other day."

"Oh, you did?" Harry queried, trying to appear casual. "What did he say?"

"It was a fairly standard letter," Dean replied easily. "I understand that he's sent them out to most old work camps, to make sure everything is alright, or as alright as we can be under the circumstances." He paused, and met Harry's eyes. "He also mentioned something about the coronation of a Dragon King. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Harry?"

Harry stiffened, but it wasn't only because of Dean's words. Slowly, deliberately, he let go of James and Sally and turned around to face the man who had just walked in through the door of the hospital.

"Draco?" he heard Dean demand from behind him, "Draco Malfoy?" But he had eyes for nothing except Draco. Finally he was brought out of his whirling thoughts by Sally tugging on his arm.

"Is he a wizard too?" she demanded loudly. Harry bit his lip, and shrugged. "You stay with Uncle Dean for a while, okay?" he said instead. "I need to talk to this man." Sally and James detached themselves from him, and he looked back up at Draco sadly. "Well," he sighed. "I guess you found me."

"Did you think I wouldn't?" Draco returned rhetorically. "Come on." He held out his hand, and Harry took it, taking off his illusion at the same time.

They walked for minutes until Draco decided that they were sufficiently alone to stop and talk. They watched each other for any sign of what the other was thinking, and then finally Harry looked away.

"Did they send you?" he asked dully. 'To find me, I mean."

"they wanted me to come," Draco admitted. "But I...I didn't come until I thought you might be ready to talk about what's wrong." Harry closed his eyes, and Draco changed the subject swiftly, unwilling to press him. "Who were those kids?"

"Remus Lupin's children, apparently," Harry replied, opening his eyes again. "He's dead though. I thought..." He paused, and tried again. "I was going to bring them with me, when I came back to Hogwarts. Sirius would want to meet them, I know, and I...I feel that I owe it to Remus to make sure his children have a chance at a decent life."

"So you were going to come back?"

"I...I don't know."

Draco pursed his lips. "Harry, I must know," he pressed. "I don't want to push you, but please, talk to me." Harry looked up at him with unreadable eyes, and Draco suddenly remembered the small glass vial in the pocket of his robes. "Harry, I have the Veritaserum that Snape made for you - will you drink it with me?"

Harry didn't hesitate. "Of course." Draco pulled the vial from his pocket and pulled out the cork stopper. He tipped it so that he could swallow three small drops, and then he passed it to Harry, who did the same. The world quickly went a little fuzzy for both of them.

"Why did you leave?" Draco had to force the words out of his mouth, and he knew Harry would have to do the same.

"Because I'm fed up of people expecting things from me," Harry answered slowly, his words a little slurred by the effect of the powerful potion on him. "People have been expecting things from me since the moment I was born. I'm tired of it. Here I'm only expected to do as much as everyone else, not more."

Draco wanted to say that Harry wasn't expected to be more than anyone else, but the potion stopped the words before they had even formed in his mouth, because they simply weren't true. Instead, he asked a slightly more obvious question.

"Why did you come back here? You used to live here, didn't you?"

"Yes," Harry agreed. "I did, with my aunt and uncle, and my cousin. I came back here because.because I wasn't really expected to do much, here. I thought that maybe I'd not be expected to do things here again." He shrugged. "It turned out a little different to what I'd expected." He decided that it was his turn to ask a question. "Why didn't you come to find me before?"

"Because I respect your privacy," Draco answered immediately. "And because Dragons know that you're going to have little enough privacy for the rest of your life." Harry's lips twisted in a bitter smile. "Why were you going to come back?" Draco asked quietly.

Harry's whole expression changed to that of a man without cares. "Because I love you," he said, as frank as only Veritaserum could make him. "Because I know that I can't live without you for a day longer than I have to. Is that a good enough reason?"

"I'd say so," Draco grinned. "And you're going to pass out if you don't take the antidote." He pulled a second, larger vial from another pocket, and thrust it at Harry. "Here."

Harry took a gulp, and shook his head. "Wow. I'd forgotten how woozy Veritaserum makes you feel," he commented. He passed the vial back to Draco, who drank some and then put it back in his pocket. "Draco..."

"Feel any better?" Draco inquired cheerfully. Harry nodded silently. "Good. Now, are we going back to Hogwarts, or not?"

"Not permanently," Harry warned. "Hogwarts will be opening as a school again in September, and besides, it's very inaccessible for loads of beings. And," he added as an afterthought, "I want to live somewhere where neither of us have any previous connections, so that we can really start a new life as ourselves.even if being ourselves means that I'm the Dragon King and you're the Unicorn-born."

"I can live with that," Draco nodded, a small smile on his face. 'And Lupin's children? Will they live with us?"

"Depends on what they want," Harry shrugged, taking several steps forward so that he rested in Draco's arms. "They need to be happy, and besides, they aren't potential Mages, I could see that at a glance."

"They will be happy," Draco murmured, tilting Harry's head slightly so that their eyes met. "You, my dragon, will be happy." He kissed Harry, and then pulled away. 'Come on, let's fetch them and go back home."

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Harry and Draco said goodbye to Dean and Seamus, and Apparated into the remains of Hogsmeade with Sally and James. The wizard village, Harry saw, was already partially rebuilt, and he saw many familiar faces among the crowds that mingled around. The two children were in awe at the sights they saw, but Draco wouldn't let any of them linger; he hurried them swiftly up towards the castle.

They were all waiting for them at the castle steps; Sirius and Hermione were standing at the front, both with worried expressions on their faces. Draco let Harry step forward alone.

"Sirius," he began, "I found these two rooting around the shelter in Surrey." Sirius silently switched his gaze from Harry to the two children; their hazel eyes caught at his eyes and held them without sound. "They're Remus's, Sirius."

Sirius looked up at Harry with a choked cry. "Remus..." he whispered.

"Did you know daddy?" Sally demanded, intrigued. "Are you a wizard as well? We've met lots of wizards," she confided. Sirius nodded to all the questions, and held out his hands for both of them.

"I'll take you inside and find food for you," he told them, a little dazed still. They grinned, took his hands, and disappeared with him inside. Harry looked up at everyone else, his eyes seeking out Zodiac particularly. The older Mage stared grimly back. Something in Harry snapped.

"If you're going to tell me off for running away," he said pleasantly to his former teacher, "I'd much rather you didn't. After all, I can always tell everyone the story of the time you ran off when all I'd don was die your hair." He turned back to Draco. "Come on, let's go. You guys still need to fill me in on my part in the coronation."

Draco grinned at him, and walked up the stairs with him. He felt a hand on his arm just before they entered the castle. He looked up into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes.

"Whatever you said to him, my dear boy," the old wizard murmured, "congratulations. Harry is back with us."

"Do you know, sir," Draco replied thoughtfully, watching Harry tickle Sally in the entrance hall, "I rather think he is." Harry glanced up and met his eyes, as if he had heard him, and Draco hurried forward. "Harry, no-one tickles anyone in this castle without me," he declared, and grabbed James and promptly began tickling the boy.

Yes, he confirmed silently. Harry was most definitely back.

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The End.

Yep, that's right, the end. This fanfiction is now officially finished...unless I write a short fluff piece, which I may well do, but no promises.

I've put so much into this story that's it's almost impossible to actually acknowledge the fact that it's over. However, since it *is* the end, no matter what I may later kid myself into believing, I am now going to acknowledge every single person who has reviewed my story - just to be corny (. So here it is:

Thank you to: AtieJen, MOI, Ash, loVsicK, Enjeru, lostgrl, Autumn Ice, Sophie W, bwaybaby79,

Amethyst Angel, loverwren, killaria, sons, Lady Ron, Yanslana, killing- dance, John Brown,

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Prophetess of Hearts, Katrina, Wild Child, Anne Phoenix, Hippy Flower (Voldie's kid, Aqua,

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chrisseee667, Teigra, nalesko, Snape's Slave, T.K. Yuy, Tara, Norbert for President, SoulSister,

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Earth Sorceress, AllAboutMe, Shila (the elf who's too lazy to log in!) coriander, *PRONGZ*,

Padfoot, Moony, Prongs 4EVER, Arizoza, Adam, spunky, Dark-One Shadowphyre, Draco Malfoy

N Harry Potter, QueSeraSera, brian, annakas, Shila, Lily, and Meana.

If I've left anybody out, either because you reviewed chapter ten after I wrote this or because you review *this* chapter, I apologise sincerely. If I left you out and you reviewed any chapter up to ten, you have my permission to throw heavy objects at me. I hope you have a good aim!

I'd also like to thank the people who made me keep writing this even when I was in the 'depths of despair' about it: Roz (i.e. Snape's Slave, but I'm sure she won't mind me thanking her again), Lauren (even though you have yet to read a single chapter!), Rachel (i.e. Norbert for President. I borrowed Lyth the dragonlet off ideas of Norbert, who, as we all know, is your exclusive property), all my other friends whose contributions were received with ill grace when I couldn't bear to even look at this story anymore, and my brother, for wanting to get on the computer and making me claim that I was writing.which then made me actually write to get him off my back. Lastly, and certainly not leastly, I would like to thank the most wonderful person, without whom this fic would never have been possible, JK Rowling.

Again, thank you all so much for reading and reviewing 'Dragon Mage.'

Sparks.

P.S. If any of you are actually still reading, here's a hint: keep your eyes open for a possible sequel of the non-fluff variety. I'm not saying it's a definite...but keep your eyes open.