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Hogwarts has seen many things, great and terrible alike. This war was like nothing before. It dragged out the worst in humans. Selfish greed. Desperation. Hurt. Devastation. It brought chaos over everyone, twisted the lives they were supposed to lead.
These two boys are no exception. They are withering away, neither eating nor sleeping, nothing but hollow shells left after the war. But when they are together they live. Even if only for a little while.
The Saviour and the Death-Eater, ironic, how they depend on each other now (how they always did).
They are close, so very close to what they both want. They kiss and they laugh and they could heal like this — before they remember this isn't supposed to be real, it's a scheme to make the other pay for the hurt they suffer. They have left nothing but their pride, viciously taking and exploiting every weakness.
It's the long way they chose, full of pain and darkness, struggling against the inevitable, only one possible ending left. They think themselves so clever, but in the end, they are destroying the one who can save them.