When Aurors Harry and Ron catch Fenrir Greyback they discover something that propels Harry on a solo race against the most dangerous Death Eater fugitive, Rodolphus Lestrange. But things go awry and Harry soon finds himself wandless in the middle of nowhere and cooperating with Draco Malfoy to survive as Lestrange hunts them down.

A mystical land of legend shrouded in mystery - especially for newly out Harry Potter. The hottest gay nightclub in muggle London and the place that would mark the night of his debut. Or that was the plan until the most beautiful gogo dancer in AVALON caught his eye and turned that plan into mush.

Draco and Harry had too much history to really ever become friends. But then their children married and had children of their own. One day, an old, dying Harry Potter watched an old, hunched over Draco in his study and realized at one point his former archrival had become his only remaining living friend. Based on a poem of the same title I wrote.

Who knows, maybe Luna's right and there's a Fluffernerdle eating Draco's soul, but what Harry does know is that there's something wrong with his former rival. He intends to bring Draco's walls down and extend his hand in friendship whatever it takes. Like breaking through Troy. Literally. The new kid hanging around Draco and getting a bit too handsy for Harry's liking. H/D

Harry wants to bring life into Draco's soulless eyes, even if it means making him cry. Perhaps it's a good start to making him smile. Oneshot.