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D is for Damaged
No one can survive a war the way that Harry did and come out unscathed. It was evident in every part of his life. The security around his and Draco's house was extensive, border lining obsessive. He couldn't walk even to the shops without 'Constant Vigilance' running through his head. And no matter how many counsellors he talked to, it couldn't be fixed. Draco and Harry both knew it. Eventually, they just gave up on the idea.
It was the nights, however, that were the worst. Almost every night, Harry would be shaken awake, sweating and trembling, by Draco. He didn't talk about the nightmares often but Draco knew they were about death, the death of his loved ones. So every night, Draco would hold the shaking Raven-haired boy until the it stopped, and Harry settled down into a restless sleep, head against Draco's chest. The boy Draco loved was damaged. And Draco knew he couldn't fix it.