Prologue
Harry stands, looking down at the cars streaking by. The trails of light stay for a second then fade into the distance. The open window lets in a cold night breeze that slips into the darkened room, bringing in the faint noise of traffic from outside. The breeze curls around Harry's neck, lifting his hair and leaving a trail of goosebumps down Harry's arms. He blinks and the streetlights blur into wide orange stars. He steps closer to the window, forehead pressing up against the cold glass as he stares at the shadowed street miles below. Another sharp breeze races into the room, making the curtains flutter around Harry's back and legs. The flat is quiet, so quiet. The only sounds are Harry's occasional soft exhale, a faint rumble of traffic shooting past and the steady, heavy tick of the old clock on the wall. A solid metronome filling the room, counting the speeding seconds. Clouds fly by on the wind, the moon shooting strips of light into the shadows. Shadows that are advancing slowly, darkening the corners of Harry's vision. Creeping forward softly, curling in wisps around his tired mind. Clinging onto the darkness in his thoughts. Overriding his senses as he steps closer to the open window until his body is pressed completely against the icy glass. Closer and closer, the shadows slide. And are suddenly yanked back, into the corners of the room. Arms reach around Harry's shoulders, wrapping a blanket round his chest and closing the open window. A warm hand slips into his, leading him away from the glass and back into the room. Draco spins Harry around until their foreheads are touching, ice-blonde hair mixing with black. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he carries walking towards the open door of the bedroom.
'Come back to bed, love,'