Grief
All Ron, Hermione and Dumbledore could do was watch as Harry clutched Draco's lifeless body. Tears ran profusely down his face as he began to sob uncontrollably. No one knew what to do or say. What do you tell a boy who has just lost a part of themselves? Harry began to rock back and forth smoothing Draco's hair over his forehead.
"I'm so sorry baby", was all he kept whispering to his lover.
Slowly people began to gather around the two boys. The war was finally over. The last battle had been fought.
"It's over", Dumbledore said resting a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry shoved the hand away aggressively. "It's not over and now it will never be over for me".
Harry sat alone in the snow cradling Draco in his arms overwhelmed by grief.