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A/N: thank-you reviewies; Fanny chan, and schulyr.

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He didn't look at me, just stared straight ahead. I don't think he noticed me staring at him, and I don't think I would give up an opportunity to watch him so vulnerable. It was strange seeing him cry, he always looked so invincible, like he wouldn't care if he had to fight Voldemort here and now, he would do it without complaint, courageous gryffindor that he was.

"It's beautiful out here, isn't it" I asked him.

"Beauty fades Draco, nothing good can ever last" Then he smiled this ironic half smile, like he was laughing at this stupid world, like it was a joke that no one would get, that was only for him. He looked beautiful. I think that was the first time I noticed that he was just like the rest of us.

"What are you doing out here Draco, come to watch my misery" And it just hit me, oh, how could I not have noticed that he was saying my name, my first name, it sounded wonderful on his lips. We weren't enemies ever I don't think, its what everyone expected, but our hate wasn't real. After all, it's very hard to hate Harry Potter.

"No Harry, not to watch you." Well that was a lie. "I just needed to get away, like you, I suppose" He looked up when I said his name, I doubt he had thought that I would return such a simple gesture.

The look in his eyes I will never forget. That's when it all started, this was the beginning.

"We're both the same, you and me, Harry. We could've been friends."

"A shame that we've only just now realised."

"Yes, just now."

There were still tears on his cheeks, his eyes puffy from crying. He was still beautiful as ever. I still didn't know why he was crying, but I wanted to know. We sat there in silence, not that strange still silence, but the friendly silence that you know must end, yet you drag it on, and on, till you can't any longer.

"Why were you crying, Harry?" I asked quietly, out of the blue it seemed.

"So you noticed, did you?" He queried. "No reason, really, sometimes it's better to cry, when you feel like breaking in two." That wasn't the answer I wanted.

"So why do you feel like breaking in two?" I won't let you out of answering Harry, was left unspoken, but he knew what I meant.

"Sirius Black is dead, does that answer your question?" He seemed almost spiteful when he said it. But his heart wasn't in it. And I knew that Black was innocent, with father always talking about how Wormtail framed Black, it was hard not to know of Blacks innocence. But why would that matter to Harry, did he know Black was innocent?

"How does that bother you?" I asked, suspecting the answer, yet wanting to hear it.

"He was my godfather, I'd been trying to prove his innocence to that moron Fudge, and now he's dead. He was the only family I had, and he's gone." A tear dropped down his face as he said those last two words. And I couldn't stand watching him so miserable any longer. I moved closer to him, and wrapped an arm around his waist bringing him closer, holding him. He laid his head upon my shoulder and cried. He needed to deal with the pain. And I just rocked him, and whispered to him, that it was going to be all right, that he didn't need to hide what he felt, that I'd help him any way I could.

"I won't leave you Harry, not now that I've just found you." I whispered, but he didn't hear the softly spoken words.

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