Harry had tried his best to stop Draco from wanting to end his life, but Draco couldn't be convinced that his life was still worth living. Harry refused to leave his side though, and with the other man watching, Draco was too embarrassed to do anything. So while he hadn't changed his mind about wanting, or having to do this, in the end he had followed Harry away from the bridge.

Even though Harry knew that there was a chance he hadn't stopped anything, that he had simply made Draco's suffering last longer, he still felt relieved to have Draco by his side. Alive. Breathing.

They've walked in silence for what feels like hours, although Harry knows that it can't have been more than ten minutes since they had left the bridge. But this cold is starting to get to him, and the thought of what could have happened if he hadn't stepped onto that bridge tonight, the thought of hearing the news about Draco's death, knowing how close he had been to him, it sends the shivers right through him.

"What are you doing here in London?" Draco finally asks, cutting through the tense silence. "I didn't know you lived here."

"I don't. I always come here on Christmas Eve," Harry says. "I go for a walk… I watch people, families…"

"Shouldn't you be with your friends? Or the Weasley's or something?" Draco asks. "Why are you out here by yourself?"

Harry just shrugs, feeling too emotionally drained to explain himself. He can feel Draco staring at him, waiting for an answer, some kind of explanation, but he just can't get himself to tell him just how miserable he had been feeling. How they probably have more in common than either one of them would have ever thought.

Harry has no idea where they are, or where they are going, but after they make their way through a small, dark alley, they step out onto a street that is lit with so many lights, that they stop in their tracks, for a moment too taken aback by the brightness to even move.

"It's…"

"Beautiful," Harry says, his eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness. But when he stares up at the angel, made of hundreds, if not thousands of tiny fairy lights, he can feel the tears welling up in his eyes. There is something so beautiful, so pure about the angel, that he can't take his eyes off it. But while there is such beauty in it, there is also something about it that leaves him feeling even hollower, even lonelier than before. It reminds him of all the people he lost, who are somewhere out there, looking down at him. Or so he hopes.

"My parents are dead."

"What?" Harry asks, whirling around to face the other man. "When did… I am so sorry. What happened?"

"I was told it was an accident." Draco shrugs, but then he shakes his head. "But every time I went looking for answers, I found more things that didn't make sense. I know someone killed them."

"Who do you think did it?"

"Who knows?" Draco shrugs again, before looking back up at the lights. "Everyone hated them."

Harry almost tells him that that's not true, but he knows that the Malfoys had a lot of enemies after everything that had happened, and he wouldn't be surprised if they had been killed.

He feels awful for Draco though, because he knows how it feels to lose your parents, to have them taken away in such a violent and senseless manner.

"Is that why you…"

"What do you care?" Draco asks, before turning away and walking off.

Harry looks back up at the angel, and for a moment it feels as though he can hear his mother's voice, telling him to go after Draco. Save him. Save yourself.

So he runs after him, but when he catches up with him, Draco turns around, a frustrated look on his face.

"Please, just let me do this."

"I can't."

"You are making this a thousand times worse," Draco admits. "You can't stop me, Potter. So just… just don't."

He looks so tired, so defeated, that Harry almost considers letting him go. But he knows he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.

"Let's make a deal," he suggests. "Give me this night to change your mind. If you still want to do this in the morning…"

"What? You think you're able to fix my life in a matter of hours? Why do you always think you can save everyone, huh?"

"Just until morning."

"Fine. After that, you'll leave me alone?" Draco asks, and Harry nods. "God, you're annoying. You know that, Potter? Even this you manage to ruin for me."

Harry can't help but smile, finally seeing some of the old Draco again. Seeing some of that fighting spirit. It gives him hope that by the time the sun comes up, things will have changed.

For both of them.