"Are you sure about this?" Severus Snape drawled as he finished storing the last drop of his latest potion. His hair, greasy as usual, covered his pale face. His long and bony fingers shut a container while one black eyebrow cocked up in a questioning manner.

"Severus, he has been through a lot and deserves to know. He might also need it"

"Might? Albus, you can't do what you're planning to do if you think he 'might' need it!" Severus muttered exasperated.

"Do you really believe he won't need it, even after everything he lost?" Dumbledore asked calmly, with a twinkle in his eyes.

Snape grunted and handed the potion to Dumbledore.

"Whatever else you might need, summon me" and with that said he disappeared.

Dumbledore stared at the tiny vile he held in his hand. This vile would mean a great deal to a certain Harry Potter.

Harry tossed around in his bed for a while. It was nearly impossible to sleep with all the singing downstairs. Ron and Hermione were celebrating Fred's engagement to Lavender Brown.

He tried once again to fall asleep, but it proved to be useless. Slowly he pushed the covers and got out of bed. It was a full moon. He smiled, Remus must been running somewhere inside the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. The night was so still and bright, Harry couldn't remember when it had been the last time he had witnessed such a night.

So much had gone through Harry's mind; he felt it would blow up at any given moment. Now that the war was over he realized the big difference his best friends and himself. He had no one, if it wasn't for the Weasley's he was sure he would be living at Grimmauld Place or Diagon Alley. He couldn't understand why Ron wasn't able to see how lucky he was, he had a loving and recently successful family and a girlfriend madly in love with him. All Harry had was Hedwig, his Firebolt and many moving photographs of his dead parents and godfather.

He shook his head and grabbed his broom; if he couldn't sleep he was going to fly. Slowly he took of and made his way towards the roof. To his surprise, he found Draco sitting on his spot, his broom tossed aside.

"Evening Harry" Draco whispered, "Couldn't sleep either?"

Harry snorted and dropped himself besides him.

"As if someone could"

Draco smirked and shrugged.

"At least they know how to have fun. Why can't we?"

This question struck Harry. He wasn't able to have fun? What was he talking about? He took a deep breath and looked at Draco.

"Maybe it's because after the war we realized how fucked up our lives really were. I mean," he paused and looked away, "we saw the worst of it, we killed too many wizards and witches. I don't think I'll ever get over that"

"I suppose that has something to do with it. But they suffered as well, and there they are, laughing. I don't know Harry," Draco said as he passed a hand through his gel less hair, "don't you think that maybe we over did it and our spirits are old?"

Harry started to laugh at the prospect of what Draco had just said. Soon enough, Draco had joined him and all that could be heard was laughter.

After it ceased, Draco became very serious.

"Why were we enemies, Harry?"

That simple question left him speechless. What could he say? 'Because you were a pompous jerk who made my friend's lives a living hell?' or 'Because you supported Voldermort?' He couldn't say neither of them because he now regarded Draco as an equal.

"Well, for one, we were on different sides. Draco, all you did was try to get me killed" and with a laugh he added, "how could that let us be friends?"

Draco let out a bitter laugh and looked at the sky.

"I reckon you are right. Merlin, I sure was an ass, huh?" as Harry nodded he continued, "How could I've been so blind? I should've known my father's real intentions beforehand. Own the world my ass" He sneered.

"Draco... you did! You realized where your loyalties laid and you chose. You are one of the most valuable persons I've ever met. You had the balls it took to do what you did. How come you weren't placed in Gryffindor?"

"Well, I'm a Malfoy after all. Malfoy's belong in Slytherin. Although now I'm a poor, disowned Malfoy. I was expecting it, anyway"

Harry looked at him with questioning eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"My dear father left everything to my dear mother. My mother died today and left everything to the already deceased Bellatrix Lestrange, her dear fucked up sister. All the Malfoy fortune died with her"

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, although by the bitter sound of Draco's voice he knew he was pretty sure.

"The will arrived today my owl mail" he said as he showed Harry a piece of parchment.

Harry whistled as he read it. Yup, Draco was as poor as anybody could get.

"Mate, I'm so sorry"

"Don't be Harry, I was expecting it. Thankfully enough, my deceased grandfather left me some money when I was younger. That's all I have"

Harry gave him a pat on the shoulder as a sign of reassurance and looked up at the stars.

Suddenly, a scream echoed in the Burrow. Something has trespassed the Floo network and was now standing in the middle of the living room, with a girl in it's arms.