Hedwig brought the news, of course. And, as the chosen one read the letter from someone in the house of Black, he yelled in agony. The letter brought very horrible news that Harry Potter could not handle. The letter read:
Harry,
i regret to inform you of the death of your friend, Mr. Lupin, but I am afraid that it is my duty to do so. In a battle with the death eaters, mr. Lupin died a noble death. I am glad, however, to say that before mr. Lupin died, he caused the death of a rather important death eater, Peter Pettgrew. He died a hero's death, and he would be proud. I am so sorry to bring this dreadful news, and I hope later battles with he-who-must-not-be-named and his followers are better for our side.
Kingsly Shacklbolt.
Harry cried in anguish as he went down the owlry steps. He could be helping the order, but no, Mrs. Wesley had to order him to come to school, and the she made him make an unbreakable vow. He yelled out again as he rounded the last turn, and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy himself.
Draco's sea blue eyes softened, as he saw the look of complete sorrow on Harry's face. Harry, seeing the change, collapsed on Draco, and told him the news.
Draco shuddered as Harry fell on him, knowing that after six and a half years, this might be his chance to tell Harry his true feelings. Draco steadied Harry, and brought him to the room of requirement, where Draco had to stop the naughty thoughts. I need a place for him to rest, Draco thought. He opened the door, and whispered, "Come on, big boy", and fed him the dreamless sleeping potion, located, as draco had wanted, next to the bed. Harry was grateful, and fell asleep as his head hit the pillow, for he had not slept in a bed like this for weeks.