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Ok idk what happened cuz this shit's really angsty. So yeah warning, don't read if ya don't like angst, or at least don't like it rn. I've been there, please skip if u need to.

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⚠️tw: death, suicide, mourning⚠️

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Harry had died that night, the night of the Battle of Hogwarts.

He'd seen the flash of green light fly straight towards him, he'd felt himself and his consciousness leave his body. He'd seen Dumbledore, but then he'd somehow returned to his body.

He'd felt as Hagrid picked up his lifeless body, sobbing.

He'd heard as Voldemort triumphed, Death Eaters parading around him.

He'd watched as Hermione crumpled to the ground, crying out as her eyes fell upon him. As Ron comforted her, hugged her tight, a look of anguish in his face.

He'd heard as a yell ripped through the air, a yell he realized to be from Draco Malfoy's throat, a broken, tortured cry; no longer caring about his reputation or his family, about Death Eaters or anything, only that all hope and meaning was lost because Harry Potter was dead.

He'd watched as Neville slayed the snake, and then he'd come back. And Hermione had gasped. Ron's eyes were wide. Hagrid, who's arms he'd jumped out of, had sobbed in relief and anguish for being put through that. And Draco, Draco Malfoy, had yelled his name.

"Harry!!" He'd cried, broken, lifeless eyes suddenly holding a little spark, a spark ignited more by Harry's smile.

Harry'd killed the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Later on, everyone was celebrating but exhausted, and still mourning others, and holding each other close, treating wounds and taking in the damage done to the poor castle. It was then when Draco'd approached him, and had stood awkwardly, unsure what to say.

"I- Potter..."

"Malfoy." Harry replied, an encouraging tone. He'd realized how broken Draco truly was, and how much he needed people to be good, specially to him.

"I'm... I'm glad you're not dead, Potter." Draco had said quietly, looking to be thinking himself quite stupid after such an awkward statement, glaring at the grass. But Harry had known that those words held loads more meaning than their awkward portrayal seemed to. He knew how much Draco had meant those worse, felt those words, and had needed to clasp onto them, for it'd been the only way to be sure, to hold onto a glimmer of hope after such long moments of darkness.

"Thank you, Draco." Harry had said, looking Malfoy directly in the eye as he said this, to make sure the blonde had known he'd truly meant it.

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It was after that that Harry'd truly started to appreciate being there, having experienced such a small bit being dead, experiencing things as though he were watching from above, that being present had soon become very dear.

He was there as Draco continued to seek him out, to start up awkward conversations that any other person would cringe at but had held true emotional leaps and had opened up a new territory for them, one previously unexplored: friendship.

He was there as Draco had begun to open up to him, telling him more and more of his past, his life at home, how and why he'd become a Death Eater. All the pain in his heart that'd never seemed to go away.

He was there as Draco one day brought him a lily he'd found by the lake, saying it'd just made him think of Harry. Harry'd hugged him that day, catching Draco so off guard he fell over. It'd been awkward for a moment, sprawled on top of one another, until suddenly Harry had let out a chuckle. Draco had then giggled, encouraged by Harry, and suddenly they'd been thrown into a laughing fit on the ground.