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The Boy Who Lived, that's what they called him. His name was celebrated all around the world, especially after the war. Except, what happens when he doesn't want to be The Boy Who Lived? When all he wants is to disappear, his soul shrouded by pain and guilt. For once, he needed to be Harry. Not The Boy Who Lived, the defeater of Voldemort, a member of the Golden Trio, or any other titles that he held. He needed someone to not see him as only a savior.
The Boy Who Had No Choice, Draco was. Forced to become a death eater to save his family and himself, forced to watch people die and kill his peers. And yet, no one understood that. No one could see the grief that was hidden behind his steely grey eyes. No one wanted to, always pushing him away since he was a boy. He needed someone to look past his actions and really get to know him, to understand.
This is the story of two boys, post-war, who found each other in a time of confusion and longing. Longing for companionship, understanding, love.