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Sectumsempra

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Harry screamed.

He saw Draco Malfoy fall to the ground, whimpering. Harry kept his wand drawn and slowly walked towards him, he then dropped his wand in pure shock and fear of what he had just done. Malfoy was barely alive, scars had appeared on his skin and he was bleeding out of every one. Harry knelt down and touched Draco's face, he began to cry.

Draco looked up at the Golden Boy. More worried about the fact that Harry was crying than the the fact that he himself was dying. He heaved one arm up and grabbed onto Harry's hand that was touching his face. Part of him was in denial, he was madly in love with Harry Potter, did Harry hate him that much? Enough to try and kill him?

"Scared Potter?" He muttered.

"You wish." Harry sobbed.

Snape burst in and Harry got up, unable to look at what he had just done. Harry felt an unspeakable guilt washing over him. Why did he have to love Draco Malfoy? The world was turning on him. He had just killed the boy he was madly in love with.

Ron and Hermione both knew about Harry's feelings for Draco, they were both trying to keep him comforted, Harry had become a shaking, crying mess, his could he have done that to anybody? Let alone Draco Malfoy.

Draco got up, his wounds were still there, but he wasn't at Hogwarts. He was at a place that looked like a completely white Kings Cross station. He paced through it, it took him a moment to realise that he was dead. He saw a white train pull through, and what better activities did he have than to board it? He couldn't go back, and if he could, how could he live knowing that Harry James Potter wanted him dead? His death meant he wouldn't have to hurt anybody anymore, the only regret he had was never being able to tell Harry his true feelings.

Harry had become a single father of three, he had two boys and one girl. He had adopted them from a magical orphanage, but none of them were ever named. The middle child had a look of Draco, he had a different skin tone, the boy was quite tanned, he had dark blonde hair that was curly and messy. But he still had those piercing silver eyes that made it painful for Harry to look at, yet he couldn't leave the child behind.

"Dad?" Asked the middle child.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"I know where James and Lily get their names from, where did I get mine?"

Harry knelt down so he was face to face with his son.

"Draco Regulus Potter. You were named after two boys who made the wrong choices for the right reasons. And I will never be ready to share their story."

Draco stared down on Harry. Proud to have Draco Regulus Potter carrying his name. The school had put up his portrait after what had happened, it was more of a memorial really.

Draco Regulus Potter paced through the school in the middle of his first week. He stopped and looked at a portrait of a young boy, no older than sixteen, who had the same eyes as him.

"So you're Harry Potter's boy are you?" Draco asked, smirking.

"Yes, I'm Draco, Draco Potter." The boy answered.

Draco chuckled. "Nice to meet you Draco Potter. My name is Draco Malfoy."