"Harry... I don't know what to do anymore... I thought I could help you through, this... I though we could help each other... But it's like... Harry? Harry are you even listening to me?"

Listening? I do hear something... But it's so faint amidst the screams. They're always screaming.

Yelling, and crying. "Why didn't you save us, Harry?" They cry. "You could have saved us!"

Yes, I could have. But I wasn't fast enough. I didn't find the horcruxes soon enough.

"Harry... Harry, tell me what to do! I love you so much, and I'm slowly losing you, if I haven't already! I don't even know what you're thinking these days! You never talk to me! For all I know, you could be contemplating Avadaing yourself! I have half a mind to take your wand sometimes! You just sit there with this blank look on your face, and it scares the daylights out of me! You're even doing it right now! I don't even think you're taking in a word I'm saying!"

The snatchers took my wand when we were taken to Malfoy Manor. We could have died that night. Yet another failure on my part that we were even captured in the first place. Hermione was tortured. My fault. All my fault.

Dobby's the only reason we even made it out of there. And he died for it. My fault as well. He screams at me too. "Why did Harry Potter let Dobby die? Dobby saved Harry Potter's life so many times, and Harry Potter could not save Dobby?"

No, apparently I couldn't.

Just like I couldn't save Lupin or Tonks. And now Teddy will have to grow up without parents.

Just like I couldn't save Fred. The Weasley's will never be the same again.

Just like I couldn't save Sirius, Dumbledore, Moody... All of them dead.

"Harry... it's not your fault. You know that, right? You did everything you could, and you saved the world Harry! And now, you're just willing to let yourself waste away? Now that you're finally able to live your life the way you want, no more prophecy, no more dark lord, and you're willing to throw that all away? Yes, Harry, people died. But so many more are alive today because of you! ...I'm alive because of you."

I finally turn my head to the side, my eyes coming into focus. Silver looks back at me. Beautiful silver, glistening with tears. Why is he crying? He shouldn't be crying.

I reach out, and brush my hand against his cheek.

"Don't cry, Draco." I whisper. "Your face is too perfect for tears." His hand comes up and grasps mine.

"I'm alive because of you." He repeats. "You've saved me from myself, Harry, probably without even realizing it, and I'll be damned if I can't do the same for you."

He reaches out slowly and pulls me to him, and presses his lips to mine tenderly. I let my eyes flutter closed, and give in to his touch. When we part, he doesn't let me go, he pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me. I bring mine up and wrap them around him as well.

And although I know they'll return later, for right now, wrapped up in his arms, the voices aren't screaming.