Harry bounced up and down outside the Quarantine building, waiting his turn to enter and visit with those lost souls still inside. "Wonder when he's going to wake up..."
"Give him time Harry, he's only been dead a day yet." Lilly said, putting a hand on her son's shoulder.
"Yeah Harry...It took me a week to wake up." Ron said.
"But I wanna see him NOW!" Harry whined.
Ron chuckled. "Calm down Harry, he'll wake up eventually."
Harry's turn finally came and he walked slowly into the building and down the marble halls, searching for the door marked Malfoy. He turned the handle, biting his lip and stepped inside quietly, glancing around. Two glass coffins lay in the room, each containing a lost soul that hadn't yet adjusted to being dead. A tall, blonde woman sat next to one, her hand on top, eyes shut tightly, leading the soul, getting him aquatinted with the After Life. Harry reached out and touched the air above her shoulder, giving her support. He knew you couldn't touch the guides while they were leading a soul let they be pulled away from them, losing the soul to the Grey place. He walked over to the other coffin, putting his hand over Hagrid's shoulder then touching the coffin, staring down into Draco's face. He longed so badly for those eyes to open and look at him, but they remained shut. Harry traced a finger over the glass above Draco's lips. So long he had wanted to taste those lips again, to feel Draco's touch. He shivered slightly, the longing un-bearable when he was so close, but yet, a world away. A golden tear slowly made it's way down Harry's cheek, splashing onto the glass. A hand touched his shoulder and Harry turned to find Neville. Neville smiled sadly and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, giving the other boy comfort as Harry laid his head on Neville's head. "It's so hard."
"I know." Neville whispered. "But he'll wake up. They all will wake up someday."
Harry sniffled and pulled away from Neville slowly. "How's Gin?"
"Stable, getting closer every day."
"I'm glad she didn't go away."
"It was a bit scary, we were so close to losing her, but I think with Percy's help she'll come through to us."
Harry nodded and kissed Neville's forehead softly. "Fancy a drink? I need to get out of here."
Neville nodded, walking with him out the door. "Shall we head over to Caesars or do you think Arthur will spot us one?"
"Oh let's go see Arthur, I need to talk to Merlin anyway."
"Alright then."
As the voices faced down the hall, and silence started to descend, a pair of Grey eyes opened, staring out of his glass coffin.