Everyone lived, and when Harry and Draco finally came out to their families in their seventh year, everybody groaned.
"You owe me ten Galleons." was the first thing James said to Lucius. Harry knew then that everything will be okay.
Because everyone was here surrounding him, breathing, alive. They all hugged him and Draco at once, cheeks smooshed together, a mess of laughter and "I love you's" and kisses on foreheads. They were all connected then, their pulses stitching together with a bond Harry knew nothing could break.
They all knew hurt; they knew pain and suffering, and they knew loss, but most of all they knew each other. They knew love and they knew hope.
As they stood there, a giant amoeba of people from all walks of life, some more challenging than others, Harry let go of the breath he felt as though he had been holding for his entire life.
