Harry woke up in his own bed in Gryffindor tower. He sat up and immediately lay back down. His head was throbbing. Slowly this time, he sat up again. As the room focused around him he remembered everything that happened the night before. He looked around the room and noticed a small, long package on his dresser. Ignoring the enormous pile of candy next to it he grabbed it and tore the package open. His wand fell into his lap. Remembering the sight of the two wands combining, Harry ran his fingers over it, examining every inch. It looked the same as always. Now Harry turned his attention to the note that fell out with his wand. He recognized Dumbledore's writing instantly. The note gave Harry one, short command.

'Please report to my office immediately'

Without hesitation, Harry grabbed his wand and ran out of the room. He reached Dumbledore's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in" He pushed the door open and came in, shutting the door behind him quickly. "Harry! So glad to see you are well!" Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk as usual. Harry said nothing to his welcome but instead just sat down in front of him.

"Well, I assume you know why I called you here" He paused. Harry said nothing. "I called you here to explain to you the events of last night" Another pause. When he got no reaction out of the boy he went on. "However, after discussing the situation with Mr. Malfoy, I understand the Dark Lord pretty much explained it all…" Harry looked down but continued to say nothing.

"Well, after that is said…do you have any questions?" Dumbledore emphasized this part and waited for a long time but Harry continued to say nothing. "Well, in that case" Dumbledore spoke loudly, "No one must hear about what happened. Your schedule will resume its normal course, and your-"

"What happened to Lily?" Harry cut Dumbledore off. The Professor looked hard at Harry. He sighed and eventually averted his eyes away.

"Well, I can't say I wasn't expecting that, Harry" He took another deep breath. "I am sorry to say that Miss Lily Abigail Coulson is dead. No muggle could survive after having so much magic put into them and then abruptly taken away. I know you and Miss Coulson were…acquainted. I am sorry for the loss"

Harry was trying to hold back tears as he listened to Dumbledore's last explanations. As he left the office, he could not hold them back any longer. The tears in his eyes blinded him as he walked down the hall and he smacked right into someone very fast in the opposite direction.

"Sorry" He mumbled quickly. But after he wiped his wet eyes and looked up, he went silent. The person he ran into was none other than Draco. It seems as if Draco collided with Harry because of the same reason. His eyes were red and his face was wet. For a second they stood there, staring at each other's grieving faces. Then slowly they turned and walked away. There seemed to be no mean remarks to throw at each other and no need to say them even if there were. They realized it did not matter. Voldemort was wrong. They can share the same feeling. They were not so powerful after all…