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Together

A day. It had been a day since Voldemort had been defeated. The cold weather seeped through Harry's clothes as he sat on a fallen pillar. He hadn't slept since the war, instead he simply stayed at the remains of the castle.   He had been sat near the Quidditch Pitch, taking in the environment surrounding him.  Harry thought it might be good to be with nature, but it only really left him with his own thoughts.  He had watched the sky for twenty-four hours, accio-ing food when necessary. Obviously, though, this was not the height of luxury.  It was absolutely freezing out, and he had not changed his clothes at all since the battle.  His friends, Hermione, Ronald and others, had gone to the Burrow to relax. Harry couldn't let himself attend with them. He couldn't help but feel as though he was betraying those who had died during the battle.  In the heat of the fight, he was so unsure of himself and his knowledge.  He was terrified at the prospect of sacrificing himself.  All those minutes he wasted thinking, people were dying.  If he were to relive it, he would try to summon more strength. He felt like he had failed himself, and his peers.  It was a horrible feeling.  The names of those who had passed overwhelmed him.  As his brain continued to give him constant reminders of those who had basically sacrificed themselves for him, he couldn't help but feel like he owed them something.  Something he no longer had the strength to do.  He was broken, damaged goods.  His glory days were over.  What was his purpose? Sure, he had won the war, but what was there for him now?  He had to lose those he cared about; Remus, Nymphadora, Fred –– He couldn't bare to name any more.

Harry stood, deciding to take a stroll around the debris of Hogwarts.  Perhaps it would take his mind off of things for a bit.  He walks off, circling around the building as if it was still standing.  He took in his surroundings, sadness building up in his stomach.  The light that used to paint his skin so warmly now strikes his skin coldly.  The trees that used to dance in the wind now hang lowly, barely moving as the air pushed against them.  The sun had disappeared behind the clouds.  The world was mourning the loss –– the loss of the "fallen fifty"; a nickname to those who had passed.  Harry looked around at what he could see once more, although this was a struggle.  Fog had taken over the castle.  The thick clouds were there, sitting on the grass.  It was as if heaven itself had come down to Earth to mourn.

Through the fog, there was a slight clearing.  He was at the entrance now, and all he was getting was deja vu.  This was exactly where his enemies, the death eaters, entered to attack.   This is where he killed Voldemort.  As his thoughts tried to consume him, Harry attempted to focus on something else.  He squints at the clearing, making out a figure.  A person.  Harry leaped into action, pulling out his wand and keeping it firmly at his side –– ready to attack if necessary.  He continued to stare, laser focused in.  It was almost amusing how quickly he became ready to attack; to fight all over again. It's not like he wanted to, but it was just was he was used to. The person's walk was slow, and unsteady, it was even somewhat sad.  Painfully slowly, Harry began to point out the figure's features.  He was wearing dark clothing, however it seemed dirty, much like his own.  He realised it was a boy, a pale boy.  About his age.  Oh.

He could recognize those eyes anywhere.  Those grey, gut-wrenchingly beautiful eyes.

The two of them had quite the history this year.  Near the beginning of the school year, a rumour had been spread about Malfoy.  It was a horrible rumour, and although Harry used to absolutely despise him, it made him feel quite bad for him.  It had been revealed that he was gay.  And, he had a crush on Harry.  At first, Potter didn't want to believe it, or rather he couldn't believe it.  Draco had made it very apparent to him that he hated his guts.  But, the more Harry thought about it, the more sense it made.  The stalking, the teasing, all of it.  Eventually, the rumours got to a point where even the teachers found out.  Draco started attending classes, and meals much less.  One day, Harry was running late to Transfiguration.  The halls were empty, so he thought.  Until, he ran into Draco; who had been looking for him.  Malfoy immediately broke down, apologising for all the rumours, and confirming that they were true.