As Harry walked into the Forbidden Forest, the leaves started to rustle under his shoes. It was midnight, and the only light that brightened Harry's way were the stars sparkling in the dark sky. The wind howled fiercely as though warning him about what lay ahead. Harry, who didn't appear to even notice the crazy wind, took out his wand, and whispered, "Lumos".
A small light came out from the tip of his wand as he cast the spell. Using the light to lead him deeper into the forest, he continued his journey.
After about ten minutes of lonely walking, Harry stood still. A sudden flash of uncertainty crossed his face, but just as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. He couldn't stand it anymore without them; he had waited too long for the ones who he loved so much.
He lowered his wand, opened his mouth, but was cut off by a sudden voice coming from the endless darkness: "Are you sure you are going to do this, Potter?"
Harry flinched, and turned his head to where the voice came from. The blond hair, slickly styled back could only belong to one person. His nemesis Draco Malfoy.
He's not supposed to be here. Harry, who hadn't expected to see anybody, let alone Draco Malfoy, was shocked. He had made sure to keep it all a secret. How did he know that I was going to be here? Calmly, Harry tried to plaster on an innocent look. The truth was, why Malfoy was there, he had no idea.
"Mind your own business, Malfoy. You have nothing to do with this." Harry snapped at him. He had no choice. If the heir of Malfoy knew everything that Harry planned to do, there would be no point in hiding it from him. With that thought in mind, he decided to let Draco see him clearly. Then he bent down, and looked around as if to spot something unusual. A few minutes later, with a certain expression of disappointment on his face, Harry stood up, stretched his arm forward, and started to recite, "Accio Re-". However, the Boy-Who-Lived never managed to finish the spell, as his nemesis tumbled into him, hard enough to make Harry fall on the ground, gasping for breath. The sensation of the cold forest floor reminded him of that awful time after Voldemort had cast "Avada Kedavara." With a shudder Harry stood up, only to point his wand at Malfoy and glare at him.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Harry shouted. He kept his wand pointed at Malfoy, ready to cast a spell, in case he was about to be attacked again. However, it proved unnecessary because Draco, who hadn't made a sound since he bumped into Harry, was rolling on the ground trying to soothe the pain from tackling Harry.
The silence between Harry and Draco stretched between them until the latter broke it. "Let's make a deal, Potter," he managed to pant. He was still having trouble speaking properly, because of their earlier collsion. "I'll help you find what you are looking for, and in return…" He paused for dramatic effect, while Harry rolled his eyes. Draco had always been one for dramatics. "You'll give me one thing." And with that Malfoy, using a tree to help him, stood up and faced his rival. On the outside Harry was calm, but his inner emotions were anything but. How on earth had Malfoy figured out what he wanted? The only way he had managed to avoid all attempts to stop him, was that he never told anybody. He realized that to get what he wanted, he would have to trust Draco. But was it worth it? He wanted them to come back and stay with him. And the he realized that no matter the costs, he would do anything in his power to be with them again. After all, he supposed it could be worse.
Then, surprising everyone including himself, he continued his trip to the most dense part of the forest, without uttering so a single sound. Finally, when he reached the location he had been looking for he said, "It's no secret that I don't trust you, Malfoy, so why are you helping me? You don't even get any benefits from this."
Malfoy slowly turned around and faced Harry. His face was a blank mask except his eyes shone with something. Possibly amusement?
"So, you are considering accepting my suggestion, oh great Potter," Malfoy snarled. "Idiot Gryffindor, you are not the only one who will also get advantage from getting a dead to life."