Disclaimer: Even if I would love to say it, I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry was freezing, and slowly his body parts were going numb. He tried to move, he tried to speak, but nothing happened. The only thing he could do was looking up in the sky. He was trying with all he had left to stay awake and not pass out, because if he did, he knew it would be too late.

He'd managed to take himself out of the freezing water just before he collapsed on the cold ground. He couldn't die now, it was too early. He was supposed to die by fighting against the bad side, not by freezing to death. It was still in the middle of the night, the stars were hidden by clouds and the moon was barely seen. Only a lonely fading star was seen in a hole in the night sky.

This was it. He wouldn't make it. He started to relax and not fight against the dozyness that came. He didn't even feel the cold anymore, he didn't feel anything. He didn't even hear the worried words from a lonely soul.

'Potter?'

'Potter, what the fuck?'

No response.

'Oh please, why is it always you, Potter?'

He didn't feel when that someone turned him over and took two fingers to try to find a pulse.

'Don't die on me now. You weren't supposed to die like this.'

He didn't feel a warm tear falling onto his face.

'Potter, come on! You're supposed to save the fucking Wizarding World! Not this!'

Then he felt something. He felt a pressure on his chest. It felt like a hand. But it was gone the moment he tried to react. Then he could move his head a bit. And then he felt the pressure again.

And he could hear something. He heard a shaking whispering voice, but he couldn't take out any words.

Then there was more pressure on his chest, and this time he started to feel needles all over his body. It started out as a soft prickling feeling, but then it got worse. It felt like he was attacked with knives and he wanted to scream and run away. He managed to make out a whimper and move his head and fingers. The pressure from his chest disappeared and he heard a whisper and his clothes got dry and warm before he felt two hands grabbing his wrists and holding him back against the ground.

The pain slowly faded away, and he felt like he had been running for hours. His body wasn't freezing anymore, but it was definitely not warm. The hands lifted from his arms and he felt a thump a few feet away.

He tried to open his eyes and gasped when he saw the moon shine brightly right above him.

'Hey.'

He knew that voice. It belonged to someone he knew.

'What are you doing here?' he asked and was shocked when his voice came from him.

'What does it look like? Rescuing you.. you arse.'

'I can't say that I don't appreciate it, but why were you doing outside in the middle of the night?'

He tried to move, but failed.

'What do you think you were doing? Taking a full clothing swim just out of nothing? It's freezing outside Potter. It's NOVEMBER. And night!'

The other person now stood up and walked towards him. He stretched out his hands and helped Harry to sit up against a tree.

'I like to take a walk in the night. It clears out my mind and I like when it's cold.'

Harry looked in to the surprising warm grey eyes and nodded. 'Guess what I was doing? And guess what happened? Yeah, I slipped on a branch and fell in the water. Pathetic, right?'

'Yeah, kinda.'

Harry let out a small laugh and looked the other boy again.

'You've just earned my trust, Malfoy. Thank you.'

Harry looked up in the sky again, and a really bright star caught his eye.

It wasn't fading anymore.